deliciae
"I Return to You": Chapter 4~*~
deliciae: ^_^ Thanks everyone for convincing me to continue. I had no clue if anyone liked this, and from all the reviews I received, it's quite obvious that you readers do.
Muse: … 'mumbling, looking around with evil eyes'
deliciae: Oh Muse, are you angry that this is being continued?
Muse: 'in a sugary-sweet tone' Noo… what makes you think that? 'Continues mumbling'
deliciae: Well, I thought I heard something about death, and authoress, and blowtorch… Eee! I'm outta here! 'Runs off to hide'
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Warnings: OOC-ness. Yaoi. That means boy x boy. If you don't like, you no read. I've already had one death threat, and it made Muse and I laugh, then we printed it out and played darts with it as the board.
Pairings: Kurama x OC, Yusuke x Koenma.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, never have, never will. Unless Santa is going to be nice enough this year…
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Dark violet-blue eyes flicked open, and a groan slipped from somewhat-parched lips. A headache, one the size of Mt. Everest, raged inside the boy's head, and he slipped his hand into his hair, pulling it from the binding.
Gently the tresses fell over his shoulders, and down to the middle of his back. He looked around, confusion filling him, as the legs of the kitchen table and chairs met his view. "What…happened?" He asked, his voice soft, yet filled with pain. He had no recollection, only blankness, when he tried to recall what happened after he began to eat the bowl of rice left for him by his father.
With a sigh, he slid from under the table, where he had come to rest after passing out, and stood. The house was dark, and through the windows, only a few stars were visible amid the dark clouds that shrouded the night sky. Almost dazedly, he walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs to his room. Once inside the room, Kuro flung himself onto his bed without regard for undressing.
His dark eyes showed confusion as he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. His body felt on fire, almost feeling foreign to him. Something was amiss, and it scared the youth. Kuro's eyes slid close momentarily, but long enough to trigger the thought of a silver-haired kitsune, one he knew he had known long ago. Questions ravaged his mind; ones of who was this male, how did they know each other, etc. With an almost unseen shrug and sigh, Kuro relaxed and began to fall asleep, forgetting about his homework from the day, or the unanswered questions that still lingered.
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Kurama sat down in the empty classroom, having arrived extremely early. Quietly he opened his satchel, and pulled out a bland folder, filled with papers. Lithe fingers flipped through the multiple pages, to where a dried rose held a spot. The youko-human sighed, and began to skim the work, finding no circling of names, only 'X's.
He had stopped last night on the beginning of names with 'H', and on the next page, one was circled: Halitus. {1} A water youkai, with main attacks of hot steam and vapor, and wanted for the gruesome deaths of two humans. "Hmm." Kurama frowned at this possibility. He bent a corner of the page, marking it, then continued on.
Names slipped from his lips as he skimmed the list, some of which had been slain by his own hand. Just as he was three-fourths the way through the 'J' list, he heard footsteps in the almost vacant hallway, and quickly replaced the rose on the page. He closed the file and slid it back into his satchel. He then pulled out a thick novel and flipped it open, beginning to read.
The door opened and an ebony-haired youth stepped inside the room. His dark eyes lighted at the sight of the other youth who was engrossed in his book. Kuro walked up to the plant-wielder and smiled, tipping the book forward. Kurama blinked in surprise, and looked up to see who had moved the novel.
"Kuro," Kurama said with faint surprise, as he closed the book and set it upon the desk. His vivid emerald eyes locked upon the violet-blue ones, and a light smile crossed his lips. Kuro smiled in reply, "Good morning, Shuu. Did you sleep well?" Kurama nodded, and Kuro leaned over the desk, giving the other a morning kiss.
The dark-haired beauty pulled back, and the plant-wielder blushed lightly. Kuro laughed, and then said, "Do you want to, uh, go to the movies with me, Shuu?" Kurama nodded, "Sure."
/Oooh! Someone's got a date/ Youko taunted then smirked. /Don't worry, my little Shuuichi, it'll be a date to remember/ A chuckle ended this, causing the human half to frown momentarily. Luckily, Kuro didn't catch it, as he sat down and reached over to pull out his journal.
Kurama copied the other's movement, and pulled out his ringed notebook, replacing it with the novel inside the satchel. Sensei Izumo stepped into the room, and smiled, seeing his star-pupils ready for class. Kuro leaned over to Kurama, and whispered, "I'll come by your house at 5, and then we'll walk to the MoviePlaza cinema, is that okay?"
"Yes," Kurama replied, then began to write in his notebook about his feelings and thoughts about Kuro. In Kuro's own notebook, the ebony-haired youth told a story of his life, and why he felt the way he did about the redhead.
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'X's filled the pages and the humanized-youko let out a sigh. He glanced at the clock, only 15 minutes until Kuro would arrive. Determined to get at least halfway through the list, Kurama continued. "Karasu…" The plant wielder shuddered at the name, but thanked Inari that it was crossed out, meaning the soul had been taken through the Gate of Judgment.
Not many names filled the pages of the "K" list, and Kurama flipped the pages intently, only pausing after three pages. A chill filled the kitsune, as did memories—the thoughts of a black-haired chimera, a prankster, one with a ruby-amulet necklace that ultimately led to his death. Kuronue.
Disbelief and confusion were expressed in the green eyes, and even within the soul of Youko. Instead of the dark youkai's name being crossed out, it was circled.
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Kuro smiled as he hurried towards Shuuichi's apartment. This was their first official date, and it excited the youth to no end. Once he had gotten home, his father was there, and he happily had told him about having a date. But what also stupefied the youth was that his father was so accepting of him having a date—with another guy.
Violet-blue eyes blinked quickly, noticing he was already at the apartment's door, and he knocked hastily. At first there was no reply, no sound from within, causing the scythe-master to frown briefly, before knocking again. This time there was a noise of hurried footsteps, and then the door opened.
"Hi…" Kurama said, still a bit dazed from his earlier discovery. "Here," Kuro said, as he entered the apartment, and handed Kurama a lovely pale-peach colored rose. The plant-wielder gasped at its beauty and hurried into the kitchen, as Kuro waited in the living room.
Kurama brought back the rose in a crystal vase and placed it upon the coffee table. "Come on, Shuu, we need to go if we want to see a movie." Kurama nodded, and grabbed a light jacket, and followed Kuro out the door, locking it. Fingers interlocked as they both walked towards the cinema.
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TBC.
{1} = Halitus, Latin for breath, steam, vapour. Shows why his attacks are what they are… ^_^
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Muse: The authoress lady person is now in hiding. If you happen to find her, please send her my way. 'Lights up blowtorch' But until then, she doubts she will be able to update very often, as school is killing her. Now you guys review, otherwise she won't continue. Wait… what's this? 'Picks up note off deliciae's desk'
deliciae's letter: 'Reviewers, I am now in hiding, as Muse has said. Please review. I'm having writer's block on top of school troubles. But here's an idea for the next chapter. Kurama finds out that Kuro is… well, you know who. How do you want him to find out? Please send me your ideas, I might just use one, or incorporate a couple, but I will give credit. Otherwise, suggestions are always welcomed. And Muse wants no one to review so I have all the time to work on my other story, but let's not let that happen, okay? ^_^'
Muse: What does she means that I want no one to review… 'Grumbles, and walks away innocently after charbroiling the letter to itsy bitsy black pieces' Now… no evidence… Muhahahaha.
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