deliciae
"I Return to You": Chapter 6
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Muse: Don't forget that it took you about 3 months for this. ::slips back into her room, begins counting::
deliciae: Well… Curiosity did always kill the authoress. ::peeks into Muse's room, sees blowtorches—hundreds of them—on every wall/dresser/cabinet:: Oh no…
Muse: ::lights blowtorch:: Deliciae… come here… I have something for you…
deliciae: No thanks Muse…
Muse: Aw, but deliciae… Well, I'm happy I scared a reviewer… thanks "Why do you care?"… ^______^
deliciae: Now, on with the much awaited Chappie…
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Warnings: OOC-ness. OC: Kuro. Yaoi: Boy X boy. Don't like, don't flame. Leave.
Disclaimer: I'm a penniless person; Muse takes all my money. Do I own it? No.
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/…/ Youko to Shuuichi
//…// Shuuichi to Youko
\…\ Kuronue to Kuro
\\…\\ Kuro to Kuronue
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Both youkai were in disbelief. Was the other just an illusion, or was it truly possible—even real? Youko was afraid to hope, and Kuronue was afraid to trust. The scythes dropped from the chimera's hands, landing on the ground with a metallic clink, only to be forgotten as he stepped forward.
Golden eyes stared into violet-blue, as both came closer. Silence filled the clearing, only interrupted by the soft, yet hesitant footsteps. Silver hair danced upon the slight breeze, and Kuronue smiled a true, contented smile. Quickly he rushed over to Youko, and wrapped his arms around his thieving partner.
With a deep sigh, the dark youkai uttered, "It really is you." Youko blinked in shock. The very one he had thought dead—had seen killed—was alive? Tentatively he hugged back, and breathed in the long-forgotten scent of his friend. Surprise filtered through the taller, lithe fox, along with confusion. How did he survive, end up in this child's body… The questions seemed endless.
//Maybe…like you, he escaped// Shuuichi murmured softly, and Youko finally allowed a smile to caress his pale lips. Both youkai broke apart from their hug, and Kuronue smirked. "I guess I should explain, right?" The silver fox shrugged, "Do what you wish." His tone was odd, and Kuronue frowned momentarily at it. Then he began to tell roughly what had happened, how he had escaped.
Youko listened to his longtime companion, and realized how Kuronue escaped, was exactly how he had. At the last second, the soul had fled, and sought refuge in the Ningenkai, in a human woman. As for the pendant, those youkai, that had captured the chimera, took it and sold it to a traveling merchant, who in turn, sold it to a shop once in Ningenkai.
Dark eyes watched as the sly youko pondered over something. He noticed few changes had occurred to his partner, mostly in the emotions department. The vain, selfish, but sometimes-caring Youko Kurama had turned softer, and Kuronue smiled inwardly at that. Maybe—just maybe, he had a chance. However, there was one thing he needed to know…
"Youko, how… how did you become a human?" Weariness filled the wily youko's eyes as he sought to explain. "After you had died, I continued on with thievery, stealing important artifacts and tormenting Koenma. Until I made a wrong choice, went after the wrong item. It was a trap, and a hunter was waiting. He wounded me, and I was forced to flee Makai." The rest was left unsaid, as Kuronue nodded, understanding.
Quietness filled the clearing, as both contemplated the other. Was it Inari's hand that made them both die in blotched burglaries, and return to life through a human child? Perhaps fate had more in store for them than they ever thought possible. A lone owl hooted somewhere in the distance, and the wind shifted direction.
Both felt the tug on their ki, reminding them soon their human halves had to return to the forefront. Kuronue reached out and grasped Youko's hand, "Now… we are no longer apart, and can be partners once again." The golden-eyed fox looked at his companion, and nodded softly. "Yes, we can… starting off with tormenting Koenma." Both youkai laughed, and smiled at one another with a cheerful gleam in their eyes.
The wind began to whip through the clearing, and the two thieves closed their eyes, unable to watch the other disappear. A flare of ki completed the transformation, and green and dark-violet eyes blinked open. Kuro looked at Kurama with a confused expression, and then proceeded to faint. Kurama quickly caught the other youth, and smiled lightly, looking at his flushed face. It was only the realization, tension, and first-time youki transformation/usage that had caused the scythe-master to collapse.
With a sigh, Kurama picked up his boyfriend, and carried him back towards the apartment.
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Loud chuckles echoed in the room belonging to the Junior Deity of Death, Lord Koenma. Those exact chuckles were earning a glare from said lord, in toddler form; Yusuke, however, never noticed the glare, as continuous laughter spilled from his lips. Both men had been watching the outcome to the confrontation, when Youko made the comment about "tormenting Koenma."
Amber eyes had slid closed and a pout had formed, but was partially obscured due to the ever-present pacifier. "That Youko…" Koenma slouched down in his seat, crossing his arms, as screen followed the transformation, then the return home. However, Koenma's reaction to Youko, and even Youko's statement, had set off Yusuke into the chuckling/laughter mode.
Finally, the laughter subsided, and Koenma looked at his love. It was time for another mission. "Yusuke, you are to help Kuro learn to control his youki." Brown eyes blinked in shock at first, then warmed to the idea. "Fine. I'll do it." And with that, the Reikai Tantei leader left his "boss's" room, headed to Kurama's apartment. Behind him, Koenma sputtered at Yusuke's interest and enthusiasm, since usually it took an argument or a threat to get the half-youkai to do anything.
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Violet-blue eyes blinked open, and looked around in shock. Where was he? Kuro had no idea; last he remembered was Kurama's face before darkness surrounded him. "Ow…" He muttered, as his muscles protested a stretch. A redhead came into the room, and instantly Kuro's guard relaxed, finally understanding where he was.
Kurama sat down next to the boy, and asked softly, "Are you alright, Kuro?" Kuro didn't know how to respond. Sure he felt like he had been in a trash-compactor, but what worried him most was the voice. He knew it had taken over him, and Kuro wished for some answers. The youko-human sighed as he read the questions in the confused boy's eyes. The only problem now was how to explain everything.
A knock at the door, however, saved Kurama, and he felt relieved. According to the ki signature it was Yusuke, and indeed, once Kurama opened the door, it was the dark-haired fighter. "Koenma sent me." Yusuke stepped into the room, shrugged off his green jacket, and then slung it into the chair he sat down into.
Kuro looked at Yusuke curiously. Why was he speaking of a mythological demi-God? Surely he didn't exist—right? By the looks Kurama and Yusuke were giving him, indeed the Godling existed, and was in charge of Yusuke… and perhaps Shuuichi as well.
The first answers were explained easily. "Shuuichi" told of his true life as "Kurama," leaving out Youko, and Youko's past for now. "So what you're saying is you're truly a youkai in disguise, taking refuge in a human's body." Kurama nodded to Kuro's response, and smiled at Kuro lightly.
Yusuke quickly recounted how he had been killed, and brought back by Koenma, then about being a Reikai Tantei. He spared no details about the Tournaments, the blood and gore he'd seen. Kuro was shocked and horrified; yet entertained by the stories. Kurama looked at Yusuke after one of the tales were over, and both nodded, silently agreeing it was time.
Kurama leaned forward towards Kuro, and the black-haired youth looked at him expectantly. "In your dreams… have you ever seen a silver haired youkai? A Spirit Fox—a youko?" Kuro nodded, recalling many dreams of the golden-eyed bandit. Kurama looked at Kuro, frowning slightly.
"What I haven't told you is…"
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TBC.
Cliffy is Authoress' fault. (Lost train of thought)
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deliciae: Hmm. Now, if I can just continue… I keep working on this, then stopping, rewriting, continuing, and stopping… Ah, the vicious cycle…
Muse: What happened to your other stories? ::scratches chin…:: And what happened to… MiniMuse?? ::does a little dance::
MiniMuse: ::appears out of nowhere, on Muse's lap::
Muse: ::runs off screaming:: Noooooooooo!!!! _
MiniMuse: ^_^
deliciae: See what I live with… ::sighs:: Well, it did take me a while for inspiration to return. After all, it is Muse's fault I went and spent my last paycheck on Gravitation, Demon Diary, and FAKE novels, and they got me hooked on them… Ah, everything from Demon Lords to NYPD cops… All shounen-ai in-between… ^_^… But school is the continuous evil, and it is being more so the villain to me, as I graduate in June, and have to start getting ready. Anyways, if you still want me to continue with this, I kinda have an idea where it's gonna go, but if you want to help me decide, please review and tell me where you want this story to go. Next chapter will contain a poll, so look forward to it. But please review—everything is accepted—and thank you for reading.