A Life of Our Own
Chapter 6
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At least, the world is filled to the brim,
With people who think this way,
Our lives are not worth nothing,
They are worth everything,
And should not be ours to take,
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"And that was Japan's most popular duo, Kurio Bara!" an overly perky announcer exclaimed as Kurama, and his partner, left the stage.
"That was so cool!" Ayumi chirped happily bouncing behind a lot less enthusiastic redhead, like a puppy. It had been six years since she had 'convinced' him that leaving behind his life to work with her was the smartest thing he could do. Sadly the Youko was now stuck with the Kyuuketsuki youkai, with no hope of leaving for there really wasn't anything to leave for. His life had been nothing but a 16-year session of mourning, with a horrid breakup to boot.
"Mmm," Kurama replied quietly, tiredly- he seemed to always be tired lately.
"Aw, come on- show more enthusiasm!" Bright, lively, lime eyes met dull emerald in a determined glance, but after a moment of apathetic staring, she quickly looked away, sighing; to say she gave up though, would be a lie.
Quickly, but not unnoticed, Ayumi grabbed the base of Kurama's turtle neck a pulled at it firmly causing the startled man to bend over slightly, far enough for the carrot top to press her soft lips his parted ones- once again open to protest. Kurama had long since given up on struggling against the brazen immortal, knowing full well that he could not fight against a kyuuketsuki's kiss, so his mind accepted the wave of ecstasy that washed over him and ignored the coppery taste of blood as it flooded from his pierced lip, into his mouth and onto Ayumi's awaiting tongue.
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A normal day in Reikai could be described as one thing- hectic. Ogres and papers usually flew every which way as commands were barked out or a new spirit arrived. Koenma, normally in his natural baby form, would be stamping papers from a mile high stack on his desk, putting them in the not-so-high out going pile located in a basket beside his giant, overstuffed chair. Every hour the in –box would be filled with even more paper work while everything in the out box was taken away; it was a never-ending cycle, one that the Prince of Reikai hated to be a part of.
Well that was Koenma's opinion before he knew what it felt like for everything to be quiet, unmoving and overall unnatural, even for Reikai. No ogres ran around trying to complete the tasks they were given, no one had any paper work for the god, even the normally active spirit guides were under the tense spell of silence.
Shadow sat in a squatted position beside his desk, her ebony-purple hair was down, instead of it usual high throne at the top of her head. She was clad in an all black ensemble, her icy blue eyes were half lidded, but alert and her mouth was set in a grim line, another sign that something was up. Jorge was whimpering on the other side of Koenma, but instead of yelling at him like he normally would, the teenage version of himself kept quite, his eyes locked on the doorway leading to his office.
The soft thumps of running feet caught the trio's attention, and Shadow was up in an instant, her heavy boots thumped against the ground as she raced through the double doors and out into the hallway. Muffled whispers followed by an angry stream of curses wafted through the doors filling Koenma's ears in an incoherent jumble of sounds.
There was a shriek as Ayame burst through the doors followed closely by Lena and Botan, they all bore similar masks of terror, but the blue-haired beauty, Botan was much more calm.
"Koenma-sama! Koenma-sama!" Botan pushed past the other two Spirit Guides and ran up to the God's desk. "They're here Koenma-sama! Shadow went with the others, but I'm not sure how long they'll last- you have to get out of here!"
"No, I have to stay. Ayame, Lena, you and Botan create a portal and get away from here, Jorge go with them."
"But Koenma-sama-" Both the Guide and the ogre began to protest, but were cut off by a harsh glare.
"Don't argue with me, just go!" With one look at the determined set of Koenma's face, the others knew they wouldn't convince him to let them stay.
"Good bye and good luck Koenma-sama." With that three of the five occupants of the room ran to the hidden hallway behind the god, disappearing quickly in a flurry of frantic footsteps; Botan remained her violet eyes brimming over with tears. The teenage god opened his mouth to yell at her to leave, but never got the chance for Botan had hopped over the desk and embraced him, pressing her lips against his in a desperate kiss.
"Aishiteru, Koenma," She whispered before taking off after the other three, but she didn't leave, instead she hid behind the corner formed where the hallway took a sharp turn.
"Aishiteru, Botan." His whisper reached the Guide's ears just as Shadow burst through the double doors her mouth open as if to say something, but was stopped as a silver blade buried itself into her back, followed by several others. She gasped loudly falling to the ground in a crumpled ebony heap before Koenma's desk, her hands grouped painfully before falling limply to the floor. The god was now standing with his slender fist raised in anger and defense as two figures walked into the room; both were clothed in heavy hooded cloaks pulled tightly around their thin forms. Both had a pale arm extended as they began to chant, in harsh tones. As the chants progressed their palms began to glow, only seconds later Koenma lay dead on the cold tile floor.
That was the last thing Botan remembered before she felt a pair of hands grab her and pull her down the hallway gently, but firmly enough to get her unwilling form to move.
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Shizuru, Yuusuke and, surprisingly enough, Hiei sat around the female of the group's TV entranced by the duo on the screen. It had become almost a tradition for the three to spend the evening watching Kurama and his (in Yuusuke and Hiei's mutually rude words) air headed bitch. This tradition had been going on a full six years, Hiei having joined in after about a year- he had once again started warming up to the two, just as Yuusuke had begun closing himself off.
Suddenly Shizuru grabbed as the sides of her head as an unexpected wave of pain washed over her mind.
"Shizuru?" Yuusuke grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly. "Hey, what's up?"
She was silent for a moment, still recovering from the sudden assault, but then the cause hit her and she couldn't help but try and keep it to herself. "It…it was nothing."
"I don't believe you." He said flatly, leaving no room for her to hold it back.
"Something just happened, something bad. I…" she paused for a second. "Koenma isn't with us anymore."
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Er, I'm not overly fond of this chapter, it's too short and doesn't explain all that much. I mean, it doesn't even have a thousand words! But I just hit a ten-foot thick writers block, so I'm just glad I got this chapter out.
Anyways, you probably noticed that I changed the rating, well I did it for obvious reason- my language was a little too course for a T rating. But I'm going to say thins now- I am not ever going to write a lemon. It just isn't my style so anytime my ratings hit M it just means for language and violence.
So, I hope you liked this chapter better than I did. And I'll see you next time.
Catie-brie
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