For Love and war
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the YYH characters but the plot and the original characters all belong to me.
Chapter one
After that night so much had changed, Yoko's heart had shattered. "Let it out bro, it's okay." Esmeralda cradled him because his world had been destroyed. "We made it big, huh Esme? He sniffled. "Yeah and you and I will make it bigger, for Kuro." She let her tears trickle.
Flashback
It was a cold winter night and the three were homeless. "Don't worry guys, we'll make it big someday and have a hidden castle full of treasure." Little Kuro snuggled up close and yawned. "Yeah and we'll do it together." Yoko chuckled. "Yeah, and we'll do it together." Yoko chuckled. "Yeah, together forever." Esmeralda smiled.
End of Flashback
Yoko went for days in a deep depression. He'd taken to tattooing his body, leaving only the piece of heart he and the other two shared. Esmeralda knew what Yoko was doing but allowed him to do so. Yoko's heart had frozen and not even she could change this. She knew he'd completely lost it when he came to her wit ha loop earring exactly like Kuro's.
She nodded and led him to her chamber in silence. He had been nervous before but not now, even as it pierce his fox ear, he didn't flinch. Soon enough she lost Yoko as well and disappeared for fifteen years. The last of the dynamic trio suffered endless nights of tears and research. If others could bring back evil demons then why couldn't she bring back her brothers? She spent the better half of her life sucking up to Yama and Koenma to get the information she desired. She even went as far as offering to marry Yama's eldest son Kotago to get what she wished. But the fair wolfress discovered that her fiance had a knack for visisting the comcubines. He would even bed with them to please himself, seeing as he would not be allowed by wolf-demon law to bed with her until they had officially been declared husband and wife.
But the demoness, although she loathed the prince with her whole being, was true to her people. She would only bed with her beloved husband. She would spend her days in the sacred library, trying to find the answers she seeked. When the book she wished for was found she wrote her fiance a letter in lipstick on her vanity mirror. This is what she wrote:
To my dear fiance,
I, Mariah Shenrah, refuse to marry you after discovering that you have been untrue to me. I am returning to my sacred castle and will pray in my temple that you overcome your perverted desire for sex and that you one day rule with your true love by your side. But as I have seen, your true love is not I and still have to search for my heart. I realize that using you for my own selfish desires was just as wrong as what you have done to me. But as an Amazon my duty to my families comes first. I had to use you to get the information I seek to save my brothers from eternal death.