deliciae
"I Return to You"
Muse: This is my first YYH fic…
deliciae: Ahem. Your first YYH fic? No. It is mine.
MiniMuse: Meep.
Muse: I still say it is my fic.
deliciae: We all can wish…
Warnings: Yaoi. That means boy x boy. Yeah. If you don't like yaoi, please leave now. OOC-ness, and OCs: Kuro, Kuro's father, and Sensei Izumo.
/…/ Youko speaking to Shuuichi
//…// Shuuichi speaking to Youko
Muse: Now on with the fic!
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** 17 years before the present…
Two figures flitted through the castle of the Makai lord, holding a bag full of loot. Passing under a window, the moonlight shown upon both: one was a fox with sleek silver hair and turbulent golden eyes, dressed in an outfit of satiny white; the other was a black-haired chimera, his hair pulled up through a magi's hat, with lustrous, powerful bat-like wings pressed against his black vest.
Both men hurried from the building, their figures as silent as their shadows. Once outside the gates, the fox, a Youko, turned to his comrade, and slid a golden mirror from within the bag. He grinned wily, and smirked in the direction of the manor as they continued on their way. "Youko, is this the last?" The chimera spoke to his comrade as they turned in the direction of their hideout. The silver-haired youkai nodded.
Behind them a noise sounded, causing the youth to drop the bag of loot as he and Youko took off running. The bamboo forest became thicker as the two thieves hurried, but their pursuers were relentless. Yells and calls echoed through the once-silent forest, as the Lord's men approached.
A soft clink sounded and the chimera looked down fearfully. His beloved and much-needed silver necklace, with an enchanted ruby amulet, fell behind, skittering across the ground. Quickly he bounded against a bamboo truck and ricocheted in the opposite way. "No! Kuronue!" Youko yelled, and the chimera, Kuronue, looked over his shoulder as he hurried, "I need it."
The youko was only able to watch as his comrade picked up the broken necklace, and turned back towards him. Suddenly leaves dropped from the canopy of bamboo, turning instantly into poles. One jammed through Kuronue's leg, holding him in place, and he screamed in pain. Youko took a step forward, ready to rescue as more poles dropped down. Violet eyes locked with gold, and the captured youkai screamed his final statement, "No! Forget me and save yourself!"
Suddenly a bolt of golden light struck the many poles, and Youko turned away, hearing his friend scream again in agony. Quickly he left, holding the treasure, a golden mirror, which no longer excited him.
** Present time…
Loud pounding echoed through a small room where a youth tried to continue his slumber. Finally the pounding reached him and dragged him unwillingly from dreamland back to reality. Sitting up, he groused, "What is it?"
"It's time to get up for school, Kuro." The youth wiped his eyes and yawned, ready to fall back asleep. However, his father must have anticipated this, for the door opened. "Now, Kuro." Finally the youth stumbled from his warm bed, and went into the bathroom. Once he returned, he brushed his hair, pulling it back, and then searched through his closet for his new uniform. As he pulled it on, he couldn't help but think over the events that had brought him here.
Kuro was a seventeen-year old male, who had previously lived in America with his father for the last fifteen years. Only when his father's company finally chose to relocate, it chose Tokyo, Kuro's birthplace. It had felt great to come back, after being gone so long, even with having to leave everyone he had come to know and care about behind.
Taking one final look in the mirror, Kuro grimaced. The pink of the uniform clashed with his black hair, which was shoulder-length and kept up in a tight ponytail, and with his dark bluish-purple eyes. Normally he should have been wearing a blue uniform, but because he excelled at his subjects, he was placed in a high-rated school.
With a sigh, he exited his room. Downstairs, he quietly ate a bagel, left for him by his already-gone father, before grabbing his books and leaving. Once outside, he paused, looking around. His father had found a nice two-story home in an upscale neighborhood, and Kuro hadn't minded. But then again, Kuro had always been a quiet and somewhat-shy, but mischievous youth, who easily went with the flow. As the black-haired youth continued down the sidewalk, he never knew his life would change as greatly as it would this day.
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Almost across town, a red-haired male hurried out of his one-bedroom apartment, grimacing as he checked his watch. "Inari, I'm going to be late!" Just as he stepped onto the sidewalk, he pulled forth some of his ki, and disappeared in a flash of displaced air. In another flash, he reappeared on the school stairway, with only a minute or two to spare. Quickly he hurried to his homeroom and slid into his seat just as the bell chimed.
The sensei smiled at the class, as he stepped up to his podium. "Class, today we will begin the day with a quote, from the Christian King James Bible, John 15:13, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." The class was abnormally quiet, lost in thought, so when a knock sounded at the door, some students jumped. The teacher quickly walked over and stepped outside for a moment, before returning to his podium, seeming to dismiss whatever had called for his attention outside the room. Just as he began to say something, a soft, almost-shy voice interrupted, "Sensei Izumo?"
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn towards the youth standing at the door. Girls and guys alike began to drool at the sight of the black-haired, bluish-purple-eyed, and pink-uniform-attired male. "Oh, right." The sensei muttered offhandedly, then spoke aloud to the class, "This is Kuro Masho. Care to say anything, Kuro?"
"Yes, I would, Sensei. I have lived in the United States for the last fifteen years, and only recently returned. My Japanese is as excellent as my English, so there is no need for help. I have interests in weaponry and Japanese folklore." Pointedly he glanced at the class, his eyes briefly pausing on a lovely red-haired male. Sensei Izumo smiled, and Kuro looked at him, "You may go have a seat next to Shuuichi Minamino, who will be assigned to show you around. Shuuichi, raise your hand."
Violet eyes swept the room once again, and to Kuro's shock, the lovely redhead raised his hand. Almost in slow motion, he walked forward and looked down into the vast emerald orbs before sitting down. To Kuro, it felt like he had met Shuuichi before, but he knew if he had, he would've remembered. After this, he lost himself into the senseless droning of the teacher.
Almost the same feeling was washing over the green-eyed beauty. However, along with the déjà vu feeling, Shuuichi felt the distinct pull of ki. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the new student, Kuro. Something was not right, and he was determined to figure it out. /I remember this ki…/ A voice sounded inside the youth's head, momentarily startling him.
/But… I can't recall from where/ The deep voice echoed again, and the human Shuuichi frowned lightly. For the voice was that of his true self, Youko Kurama, once a ruthless, uncaring fox, and for him to speak up was not unusual, but unexpected. Glancing again at the black-haired youth, Youko made an abrupt statement that made Shuuichi, rather 'Kurama'—a Reikai Tantei, stiffen. /It's not reiki/
//I must tell Koenma// was the final thought passed between the two, as Shuuichi began to listen to the teacher once again.
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A sense of unease followed both men, but neither spoke of it as they went through the school day. After Kuro left for the better part of town, his thoughts turned back onto the dream he had that morning. It had scared him mostly, but for some reason, was reassuring. The fox-like man intrigued Kuro, as did the chimera; however, both felt familiar, and the chimera, something connected… 'It's probably just a dream or something my overactive imagination created.' He scoffed to himself as he continued on his way.
Suddenly a strike of lightning split the sky, and Kuro's violet eyes glanced upwards. Dark, ominous clouds, laden with rain, met his vision and he frowned. Gripping his books tighter to his form, he began to run, trying to beat the rain. Just as he slipped through the doorway, after hurriedly unlocking his house, another bolt of lightning crackled across the darkened sky, and the clouds unleashed their wrath.
He sat the few books on a coffee table inside the den, and then lied down upon the plush couch. Quickly he fell asleep, listening to the steady fall of the rain.
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As the black-haired youth slumbered, the green-eyed student stepped before his boss—the Junior Ruler of the Reikai, "Lord Koenma." The toddler-looking demi-god paused in his continuous stamping, and bit down on his pacifier as he eyed the youth. "What is it, Kurama?"
A frown marred the graceful features as Kurama spoke, "Do you have any information on a Kuro Masho?" Koenma's amber orbs slid close as he leaned back in his chair. "Kurama, you of all people, should know that the files are confidential. May I ask why you want this particular file?"
A mask of cool indifference covered Kurama's flaring anger easily. "It does not matter." Kurama turned and briskly stepped through the opened doorway. "Oh, one last thing, Lord Koenma," the former-thief looked back into the room, green eyes meeting those of amber. "It wasn't reiki." With that statement, Kurama turned and began to exit the Gate of Judgment, the place where Koenma resided.
As expected, at those words, the diminutive Lord of Death squawked and jumped to his feet, hurrying after the humanized-youko. Realizing that he couldn't reach Kurama quickly in his toddler-form, he quickly transformed into his adult-form and sprinted after the other man.
Grasping Kurama's shoulder just before the main door, Koenma spun the kitsune around. Green eyes widened in shock at the sight of the fuming adolescent. "What did you mean by 'It wasn't reiki'?" Kurama smirked, then shook his head, and asked for the folder first. Finally Koenma gave, making the other swear to never reveal the secrets of the document, in return for a couple rare artifacts that Youko had once pilfered and they had never been recovered.
/Nice bargain, next you'll be selling my cave/ Youko cried, and Shuuichi chuckled silently. //I've already completed that// The human joked to his other side, only to receive a cold blast of white-ki circling around his figure. As Koenma watched curiously, Shuuichi cried out mentally. //Please, I was joking// The swirling ki receded as Youko replied, /You had better been/ //I was! I know you don't want me to do anything, even go into your 'cave,' because you and Kuronue shared it// /…/ Shuuichi quickly, and visibly, sweat-dropped at Youko's unwillingness to answer, causing the Junior Lord to frown.
Kurama smiled falsely and frantically waving a hand, "No, no, it's okay. Youko and I just got into an argument, but it was settled… peacefully." The demi-god arched a fine brow, and then proceeded to look over the open file on his desk. Everything about Kuro, from his birth, to his current dreaming state, and dream, was included within the bland confines of the folder. Koenma handed Kurama the first document, along with a snapshot of the individual in question, and the mortal youth looked over the information intently.
Both began to read over the information, trying to find a loophole as to why Kuro had youki and not reiki.
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TBC.
deliciae: Did anyone like this?
Muse: Yeah, this is her second fic in existence, and first YYH.
MiniMuse: Meep.
deliciae: MiniMuse, here. 'Gives MiniMuse a giant lollipop'
MiniMuse: 'smiling' Meeeeeep. 'licks lollipop'
Muse: Where's Mine?
deliciae: You'll get yours, soon. 'evil laugh' Anyways, please review, whether or not you liked it.
Muse: Suggestions are always welcome too.
deliciae: Thanks for reading, and again, please review.