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Only that Chaos Chronicles won't let me write anything else. I mean I have 2 Saiyuki fics, 1 Ranma and RK fic but I could never get pass the first 2 paragraphs because an annoying voice at the back of my mind is holding my plot bunnies and muses hostage and will not release them until I update or finish CC (Chaos Chronicles). Chikuso! .
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READING NOTES (Darn FF.net for not allowing us to use different fonts .):
'Text' – Cray's notes
Text – thoughts only
"Text" - voices in your head
/Text/ - telepathy
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WORD WATCH
Saru – monkey
Carrion birds – carnivorous birds that feed on dead meat or the freshly killed, scavenger birds
Ecomancer – someone with the power to control nature
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Chapter 11
Tortured Souls
The lone vulture flapped its huge wings and soared over the desolate and barren landscape. Beneath it, craggy mountains rose from the sides and an endless sea of sand and rock stretched out between breaks in the mountain ranges and straight into the horizon. A dry and hot wind blew across the harsh landscape stirring up the sand and carving the magnificent metamorphic rocks of the area into breath taking sculptures. The violent sandstorm had come and gone.
After its light was briefly obliterated by the huge storm, the sun resumed its incessant beating on the desert landscape below. The entire land baked and burned underneath the sun's eye. Rising hot air gave the illusion of a shimmering landscape as well as those treacherous mirages that lure unsuspecting creatures to their deaths.
It was as if Hell was on earth.
~*~*~*~*~
A skeletal hand struggled to hold a pen. A figure that may have once been human huddled beside a dying camel. Only a dusty and ragged cloak protected the figure from the fiery heat of the sun. There was a dry rasping sound as the pen made contact with the parchment. The figure was trying to write.
'The sandstorm was finally the last straw that broke the camel's back. In my situation, it was literally the case. I'm the only one left in my caravan now. The others have died out several days ago.'
The pen stopped its scratchy sound as the writer turned to the dying animal. The figure began to hum a strange tune and the animal's labored breathing began to slow down until it finally stopped. For a few minutes, silence reigned and then the paper scratching resumed.
'I have to make my friend's death easier. She was my companion in this long journey. Now, even the desert had claimed her. Not even the ship of the desert can conquer the Ocean of Fire'
The mummified figure removed his hood. Clear blue eyes stared out from the shrunken face. It was once a beautiful face and even in its burned and gaunt state, one could still see that this was once a handsome young man in his early twenties. The once black hair had turned a dull shade of grey. The boy lifted his head and a guttural scream shattered the stillness.
No one answered him save the wind who threw his voice back at him until it seemed that the echo was taunting him.
'My body is gone. However, my mind remains clear. It will stay so until Death claims me. Such are my kind. I will continue to write for as long as my hand allows me.'
Clear blue eyes stared over the horizon. In his mind's eye, he saw all the people and animals that had died while making this journey. There was a celebration as they left to cross the ocean of fire. It was a journey to find Life. Instead, Death found them. Now all he could see were the dead bodies that littered the desert. They would be buried underneath tons of sand by now. He himself would have been dead long ago; if it weren't for the fact that he was an heir to the Dragon Clan-one of the 7 Houses of Man. In his veins flowed the blood of ancient powerful beings giving him power and longevity beyond normal humans. Nevertheless, he was after all still human and therefore mortal.
'I can feel Macha's presence beside me. I do not know how much time I have left. Hours? Days? Heirs of the Dragon Clan have always been known for their endurance and strength. These are the times that I wish I was not descended from the Dragon Clan. I fervently wish for the frailty of an ordinary man. That way I would be spared the suffering of a long torturous death.'
He stopped writing again as his sensitive ears picked out the cries of carrion birds on the horizon. They had found the others. It will not be long before they find him. Strangely enough, he did not care. Let the birds find him. Let them tear him apart. Let them end his suffering. Eating him alive was so much more preferable than waiting for Death to claim him. Yes, much better than dying a slow horrible death from dehydration and starvation. It will be an excruciatingly slow death since their clan had been known to survive conditions that would kill an ordinary man. So much better to die knowing that his failure had condemned the one he loved the most to a curse death. Her and everyone else.
'Almost a year ago I left her to fulfill my destiny as the heir to my clan. Each generation – an heir is chosen to undertake a pilgrimage across the Old Lands, tracing the exact path taken by the First Patriarch as he carried one of the Sacred Treasures to find Agharta.
The Sacred Treasure of the Aeons had long since been lost in the mists of Time. The Pilgrimage had become nothing more than a ritual and ordeal to test the worthiness of the heir to lead the Family.'
He stopped and read what he had written. Agharta was said to be the Lost Realms of the Aeons. He had dismissed this as one of the many romantic tales told by his grandfather. When he was 10, his grandfather took him down into a secret room where he was shown the Star of Ashtoreth- the Lady of the Battlefields. It was a beautiful jewel shaped like a pointed tear. At first glance, it seemed to be made of diamond but as he reached out to touch it the jewel gave off a brilliant light.
His grandfather was beside himself with joy. At last, the Chosen among the Heirs of the Dragon Clan was found. It was said that the Chosen One will find Agharta, secure the Sacred Treasures and find the descendant of Ashtoreth. It would assure the supremacy of the clan among the other feuding Houses.
'I think she already knew the outcome to this journey even before I bid her goodbye. Her family always had the gift of sight. I called her Xiao Pai Long or Little White Dragon- my little dragon when I first met her. It was only later that I learned that was the nickname her mother gave to her. It was only then that I understood her sad smile whenever I called her that.
My grandfather was very angry. I should fulfill my duties as the Chosen Heir and not waste my time with a girl. But I loved her and despite their protests, I asked her to marry me. The Houses where against me asking to marry her. I should marry one who is an heir of the 7 Houses, someone worthy of my status, not some ordinary wench. How I hate them all for their pretenses. Pretending to be polite and civil on the surface and yet underneath it…underneath it is greed and the lust for power and control. It was a good thing that the Treasures were lost because the Families that were once entrusted to keep it had become corrupted.'
At this, he started to laugh bitterly at what he had written.
'The old books in our library had always told of the 12 Chosen Families of Men-all descendants of the Aeons who were destroyed 2 Suns ago in the Overdrive. But there was a great war between other Houses of Men and of the 12 only 7 now remain. After this war, the Sacred Treasures of the Aeons were lost.
But I digress...perhaps my condition has finally reached the point where it has begun to affect my mind...but no...Where was I?
Oh yes, the families frowned on my relationship with her. She was a pucha -a derogatory name for the common folk among the Houses. It didn't matter to me. I was alive when I was with her. I love her. She was real and pure. With her, I can drop my guard and be myself instead of pasting a fake smile on my face as I deal with the other Houses knowing that behind their smiles they play a game of power struggles.
And then one day everything changed. I was walking in a park with her when a demon attacked us in broad daylight, shedding his human guise as he lunged after her. I was too far to reach her from where I was buying an ice cream cone. I felt my own heart stop as I realized that I might not make it to her side and the demon would tear her to pieces. Demons were always after members of the different Houses for one reason or another. The creature might have thought that if he killed her I would be an easy target since I would be distracted. The next thing I knew I sensed time freeze. My own magic protected me instinctively so I was able to keep moving. I saw her look at the frozen demon and I felt a great force lashed out from her. The creature shattered into a million pieces. She turned to look at me with eyes that were more jewel-like in its lilac color than human before passing out. I caught her in my arms and time resumed its normal course with no one suspecting anything at all.
My beloved was a witch. A powerful one at that. I've never heard of anyone stopping time all by his or her lonesome before. Not even from the Houses. True, there are ways to stop time but it was always a team effort. At least 3 powerful members of the Houses were required to accomplish such a feat. If not, an amulet is used-one that was made by several powerful witches and warlocks.
However, there was one other Family that had such power. There was one problem. In the Great War an age ago, this Clan was wiped out. So how could she possess their power?'
The call of a large bird jerked him back to reality. A huge vulture was sitting on a boulder not very far from him. It eyed him curiously.
The bird is waiting for me to die. I must hurry. I do not know how much time I have left.
He resumed his writing, ignoring the vulture.
'I asked her why she possessed this power. She said she didn't know. That she was born with this. She told me about her family and her curse. For her; the Past, Present and Future are all in the present. If she wanted to, she could see all the different futures. Even as a child, she already knew the place and time for her death and so refused to look beyond that. It was enough for her.
I started reading the books in our library and from what I learned and what she told me, as well as what I have observed I feel my own heart sinking. Against all odds- a descendant of the lost clan had survive. But it was more than that...I came across a very old prophecy too that made my blood ran cold. It spoke of a time when the Commandments will weaken and the war that destroyed the Aeons will begin again.
It spoke of an Age where as the Commandments weaken, 2 of the descendants of the lost tribes will step up and bear the power of the old. These persons will either restore the Commandments or create a world in their own image destroying this world and the other realms in process.
It also said that these descendants will bear the power of the Aeons and will be consumed by it, releasing the Sealed Saint Beast of Old-the one called Kalkin- the Avatar of Destruction.
But it is also said that for the power of the Aeons to be unleashed the Sacred Treasures must be found first. In the right hands, the Treasures could be used to restore the Commandments and keep the power of the Aeons sealed. In the wrong hands-I shudder to think of the consequences...'
A dry hacking cough forced him to stopped writing for a few minutes. When he was able to regain his breath, he stared at his hands covered in red liquid.
Blood... I guess I won't be long in this world...
'I sent out to find the treasures following the clues that I have learned. It finally led me to this desert and to my death. I have failed her. The visions she saw will come true. In less than 3 years she will die as she had told me and the Realms will be plunged into Chaos. She has the power of Heka in her-the creative force wielded by Kali of the Aeons. For that she will die. Someone-another descendant from the Lost Tribes-this one with the power of Akhu-the power wielded by Shiva- will used her power to restore or destroy in the Realms. It has been several years now since I sensed the gathering of Dark Forces in the West. And of course-these accursed dreams which now on hindsight-are not dreams but are the memories of some powerful creature-perhaps Kalkin's.
She told me she'd rather die first than submit to the Dark Force. I told her I would find a way to save her. She told me I shouldn't be so naive. She was right. I can't save her. I failed her and for my failure she and the rest of humanity will die...
There was something she said though...she made me promise that if Akhu consumed her I must kill her with my own hands...'
His vision started to blur and his hands trembled. His eyes hurt him. His body had no water left to spare for tears. He curled up as his body heaved as he cried, blood taking the place of tears.
'Destiny has been cruel to me. He showed me the vision of Agharta and plants Hope in my heart only to lead me to his sister, Death. He will not allow me to return to my lover's arms and stay with her until the end.'
The vulture cried out to it's friends and a few carrion birds started to circle around him. The pen he was holding dropped to the ground. He couldn't write anymore.
'I can't even keep my promise~~~~~~'
The vultures closed in.
~*~*~*~*~
Black booted feet walked purposely towards the noisy flock of vultures. The vile creatures were fighting amongst themselves for the biggest share of the meat.
At the sound of the gravel being crunch by feet, several of the birds looked up and cried disdainfully. A few minutes later, they unhappily relinquished their feast. Their birdbrains had rightfully concluded that this was not the right time to argue or complain.
"Get up!"
A solid kick on his side made him gasped in pain. He looked up through bloody eyes and saw a tall regal figure with black hair and a face half covered by a strange masked. The man was wearing a strange black outfit with a belt around his neck and a serpentine design on his torso.
'I said get up!"
Another solid kick. This time he grabbed the foot and suddenly sensed the power behind this man. A god. More importantly- a god of the black fires of hell- "Touda!" He immediately let go. What was a god doing here?
"Get up young fool!"
Through the haze of pain he managed to glare at the shikigami.
The man's handsome face twisted into a sardonic smile. "You are finally showing some spirit, young one."
"Have you come to finish me off Master Touda?"
"Far from it. I come with a proposal Master Cray."
He stared at the god unbelievingly. The god of the dark fire knelt down before him and touched his painful face.
"Descendant of the Dark Dragon Clan, I will save your life so that you can fulfill you're promise."
Cray's blue eyes widened. He struggled to speak through his parched throat, "In exchange for what?"
"Your body."
Cray pushed himself up with difficulty. He realized that the vultures were milling around a few feet away apparently annoyed that someone disrupted their meal. Some of them had managed to tear chunks off his body and he knew he was slowly bleeding to death.
"You must be kidding."
"I assure you gaki that I am not."
Touda's cool fingers reached out for him and he tried to move away but the camel's partially eaten body blocked his effort. The fingers felt soothing to his skin.
"You and I have the same purpose. You and I want to retain the order between the Realms. I need your human form to accomplish my purpose and you need my power to do yours. And both you and I know that in order to do that your love must die is it not?"
Cray swallowed painfully. The shikigami spoke the truth. He was unable to find the Sacred Treasures to save her. Therefore the only remaining course was too...
"She already knew her fate." Touda said. There was a hint of sadness in the god's voice.
He raised his eyes to the god. "I need a favor."
"Say it."
"I want her to hate me. That way..."
"That way it is easier for both of you?"
"Yes." Cray's voice was a heartbroken whisper.
"Done," Touda said quietly in understanding.
"So be it."
The god smiled and Cray felt his consciousness slipped away as he and the god became one.
I'm sorry my love. I'm so sorry...
~*~*~*~*~
"When in the heights heaven was not named,
And the earth beneath did not yet bear a name,
And the primeval Apsu, who begat them,
And chaos, Tiamat, the mother of them both
Their waters were mingled together,
And no field was formed; no marsh was to be seen;
When of the gods none had been called into being,
And none bore a name, and no destinies were ordained;
Then were created the gods in the midst of heaven,
Lahmu and Lahamu were called into being...
Ages increased..."
The arawn's voice still filled Kurama's head as he sat on the rooftop waiting for sunrise. He knew about the Enuma Elish. He had memorized it as a child when he first came across it in the library of their school. Somehow the lines in the myth were hauntingly familiar to him. To him it was not a myth. A part of him knew for a certainty that this was not only a tale of something that happened in the distant past but also pointed out towards a certain future.
There was a war between the Firstborns that destroyed them and laid down the Commandments. Sacred Treasures were entrusted to 12 Chosen Houses of Men. Then a war that destroyed all but 7 of the houses and the loss of the Treasures. The Treasures somehow finding their way to En-ma delivered none other than by En-ma's hunters-a group that hold no love for him and for which the feeling is mutual. A prophecy that foretold of the return of the First Children as the Commandments weaken. The 12 Great Houses of Men somehow gathering again and from their midst 2 will rise bearing the ability to call down the power of Lahmu and Lahamu.
And his past. His forgotten past that may perhaps hold the key to understanding his dreams. Tatsumi had said that many of them where having the same dreams. According to the shinigami- it seemed more like someone else's memories. All of them were somehow receiving this entity's tortured memories and dreams. Who was this entity? And why were they all receiving his dreams? Were the dreams of a time that already happened or of the future?
To add to the already complicated matters, a wizard from the West wanted the power of the First Children. Several important artifacts were already missing from the different vaults in the world. Taken separately the things meant nothing. Together, they could help the wizard figure out a way to reshape the Commandments whichever way he so pleases.
He absentmindedly fiddled with the amulet. The jewel felt familiar to him. Somewhere deep inside of him he was sure that he had the answer to unlock the riddle of the Enuma Elish. If he could only remember his past. And then tied to all this was a song. A song from his childhood.
He started singing softly to himself, "As bright as snow, eyes like that of the silver moon, he could see through the Ages and none was hidden from his Wisdom. The Shining One-they called him. Shiva."
So lost was he in his thoughts that he did not notice someone watching him.
Hiei's face was unreadable as he watched Kurama and yet one could sense concern from him. He had sneaked up to his friend meaning to talk to him in private. Instead he found a tortured soul singing a haunting song. It seemed the teenager was far away-his mind traveling to a different place and time. Kurama continued to sing softly in that awful hollow voice-devoid of warmth or emotion.
"Beside him stood his sister-wife, Kali. Beautiful as the stars, with a spirit as bright as the Sun. She was his council, his refuge. To her was entrusted the Secrets and the Mysteries and she held them close to her breast. 'Twas she who declared the Destinies of All."
The words were not in any language Hiei had known-be it the speech of humans or not. And yet somehow the amulet translated it into something he could understand. He had enough. He stepped forward and made sure that Kurama knew he was there.
Kurama stopped and stared at him. Looking at those tormented eyes, Hiei felt a flash of recognition that was all too painful. Kurama had the same eyes as him when he first learned as a child that he was unwanted. All the years that he had known the fox, he had never seen him so broken and lost. Not even when Kurama was confronted by the specter of his dead friend-Kuronue.
"For as long as I can remember that song haunts my dreams as a child," Kurama said slowly. "My old master used to beat me up every time I hum that tune. He did not want me to sing that." He started to laugh-his voice becoming harsh. "But I sang it anyway. He was angry at my defiance but I vowed to kill him once I became stronger. I owed Yroul nothing. The old fool found me as a child in a secret place. That is all he told me of my past. That is all he will tell. "
He paused as if the memory angered him. When he spoke, his voice was bitterly cold, "I wanted nothing from him except what he could tell me of my past. But he denied me of that. So I killed him and made his head an example to everyone else who defied me."
Hiei got down on his knees in front of Kurama. Their eyes met and suddenly there was a resounding thwack. Kurama was now holding one side of his face and staring at Hiei with anger. Hiei's palm print was still clearly visible on Kurama's pale skin.
"How dare you," Kurama's voiced dripped with acid. There was a murderous rage in his eyes.
Hiei did not budge. Instead he grabbed Kurama's face with both hands and put their foreheads together. The other boy was too shocked to do anything.
"You're feverish," Hiei spoke finally. It was true. Kurama did feel feverish. Then he added softly," There is a madness in you. Fight it. I will not allow you to lose to it because if you lose to it then what will happen to me?" He pulled Kurama into a sudden embrace, "You showed me another life outside the madness that held me. Because of that I was able to accept Mokuro's gift of life. Do NOT lose to this!"
The shadow that clouded Kurama's eyes cleared. He let out a ragged breath. Hiei let go and stood up as if nothing happened between the two of them.
"Arigatou Hiei." There was a slight smile on the redhead's face. It seemed a huge load was lifted off the boy's back.
"Hn."
Kurama let out a long ragged breath and sat back, "I hate not being in control."
"Who doesn't?"
"I'll find my past."
"And the Sorcerer Clow?"
"A long time ago, when I was still Youko in Makai, I gave him something as a gift."
"That was unusual of you."
Kurama gave Hiei a dry smile, "Don't remind me."
"What was the gift about?"
"That I could not remember. He did say that I will not remember everything until I meet his descendant."
"Is that why you were so eager to find this Eriol?"
"Because I think my past and the myth of the Enuma Elish are tied together."
"Even a saru could figure that out. The jewel practically jumped to your hand."
"As the dagger to yours."
"Hn."
Kurama stood up and brushed the dust from his pants. "Let's go back down. The others will probably be asking where we are by now."
"Botan better not join us tonight."
Kurama had to laugh at Hiei's expression. Apparently, the fire demon had not yet recovered from his Botan overdose in the airport and in the plane.
"No. I asked her to look after Shuichi tonight."
Hiei shoved past Kurama as he made for the door that led back down to the hotel. Good. The dark mood surrounding Kurama was at least gone. For how long, he didn't know. What mattered was that it was gone for now. The gods had every reason to fear that one. Youko in control was nothing to be trifled with. Youko out of control…
"Red eyes are the mark of a taboo child but those born with golden or amethyst eyes are cursed beings. They should not exist in the first place."
Hiei frowned slightly as he pushed aside Tatsumi's voice in his head.
~*~*~*~*~
Pippin watched the two from the rooftop of another building. He felt sorry for Kurama. He wondered what it was like to possess 2 souls-one human, one not. Outcasts. They were all outcasts one way or another. Even he was an outcast among the arawns being the only one among them who could cast powerful wandless magic. The others had look upon him in suspicion just as they had looked in suspicion on those who practice the old ways. Maybe that's why they sent him in the first place to meet with the Rei Tantei. It doesn't matter anymore. The die was cast. The Daes dae' Mar was playing out. It started more than a decade ago when Voldemort learned of the myth. Maybe even before that. That was why the wizard was hungry for power. But now despite setbacks, Voldemort was becoming more brazen in his maneuvers. The Houses would not have any of these. They considered themselves superior to everyone else and therefore the only ones worthy to claim the power of Akhu and Heka.
Pippin shook his head in disbelief. The battlefield had already been decided. The Rei Tantei will help find the rest of the Treasures first before Voldemort does. Should they fail, they would be the first to try to stop the old coot or kill the one who was born with Heka whichever opportunity comes first. If they find the Treasures first, Kurama's lost memory might be the key to unlocking the secret of re-establishing the Commandments since the boy was certainly older than any of them. It was said that a small golden-eyed creature had handed the Sacred Treasures to the First Patriarchs of the 12 Houses and then disappeared. There was only one such golden-eyed creature in existence.
His eyes narrowed. In all of the Realms of the Dead, the hunters of En-ma were gathering. Even though the gods had allowed the Rei Tantei on this mission it seemed that, they still did not trust the group. There were whispers in the Great Halls for the death of an itan.
And as for the rest of them arawns and shinigamis? They were having their hands full just tracking down lost souls. One particular soul who fell through the Veil of Death was notoriously difficult to find. The man was after all a powerful wizard with a very strong attachment to the living. What was that man's name? Black…something…ah! Sirius Black! Yes, he was proving himself more than a match to the arawns, having already escaped them several times.
The natural order of things were clearly disrupted as the Commandments weakened. Time and dimensions were crossing over to each other, the past sometimes repeating itself in the present. And through it all there was only one other person who knew everything and may perhaps help untangle the web- the Sorcerer Clow Reed. But the man was gone and nowhere to be found. Their only lead was a strange family bearing the Sorcerer's unique magic and a boy who is as elusive and infuriating as the Sorcerer himself.
In the First Sun, Water ended the World,
The Second Sun brought the Divine Wind,
While Quakes and Storms heralded the end of the Third Sun.
And as the Fourth Sun entered, the Jaguar walked the Land.
When the Fifth Sun will rise on the Tzolkin, the Cadmeans
Will once again walk this world and decide its Fate
In Tel 'Aran 'Rhiod, Ta' maral' ailen weave's the Thread
On the Ta' verens
The Gaidin will find the one he calls Mashiara,
And as the Daes Dae' Mar begins its dance
Aiels will gather on the holy ground that is
The Gateway to the Realms.
There were only two places on Earth that could be called the Gateway to the Realms. One was the Lost Realm of the Aeons- Agharta. The other one was…
It was going to be a very interesting year in Hogwarts.
TBC
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Footnotes:
1. Ship of the Desert – another name for a camel
2. Ocean of Fire – another name for a desert.
3. Agharta – A mythical place like Atlantis. Atlantis is a common name so I used this instead.
4. Aeons –Another name for the Endless. Different tribes and races have different names for them. The Indians call them the Anasazi or Ancient Ones.
5. Yroul –Ok that part of Kurama's past I invented. I'll write a fic about that one too. The name means Fear.
6. Tel 'Aran 'Rhiod – The world of Morpheus-the Endless called Dream. Taken from R. Jordan's Dragon Reborn book.
7. Ta' maral 'ailen – Web of Destiny. Again from R. Jordan. I'm sorry. I suck at making up words.
8. Ta' veren/s – Someone that the Web of Destiny spins her Thread around with.
9. Gaidin – Wanderer
10. Mashiara – beloved of heart and soul but a love that cannot be redeemed
11. Daes dae' Mar – The Great Game
12. Aiels – The Chosen Warriors.
13. Enuma Elish – Sumerian Creation myth from where Chaos Chronicles is LOOSELY based. If you want to read the summarized text of the Enuma Elish drop by my yahoo group the Gripe Vines. Links on my bio.
14. Heka/ Akhu – Egyptians believe that the Primeval force is divided into 2. Heka was the creative force while Akhu was the knowledge needed to control Heka. Some similarities between the Asian concept of Yin and Yang. Neither good or bad. In my fic they are Lahmu (Shiva) and Lahamu (Kali-Shiva's sister-wife).
15. That scene between Hiei and Kurama is meant only to emphasize their friendship. You may not like this but the Hiei x Kurama pairing only exists in fandom. I prefer the Hiei x Mokuro pairing that was implied in the anime. ^_^ And in the manga- Kurama had a girlfriend so sorry folks…
Oh yeah, before Hiei met the Rei Tantei he was a vicious demon who's only goal was to find the Koorimies (Demon Ice Maidens) and exact his revenge on them for abandoning him. But he changed when he met Kurama and the rest of the Rei Tantei. And then when he fought Mokuro in that last tournament-somehow him breaking her chains was a symbol of them both dropping the last of their barriers. If you notice, he didn't get overly upset to losing to her. Prior to that, when he fought the one who gave him his Jagan he was cut up pretty badly (that was an understatement) but she restored his body.
Hmmm, I could be wrong though since it has been years since I saw YYH. X P But bah! Who cares! This is my fanfic mwahahahaha…O.o
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K. Hikari: Okay I hope that I was able to make things a little clearer this time. If anyone has any violent reactions or comments send them my way. PLEASE! I need them questions or comments! I want to know if I'm getting through you. I mean it's fine to be told that the story is good but I'd still like to hear your comments on the plot or the characters or the scenes, etc. *smiles sheepishly * Ehehe, I just want to know my readers POV.
For some reason I think there's a plot hole here somewhere but for the life of me, I cannot see it. I was hoping if one of you could kindly point it out. Anyone would like to be my beta-reader/s? Drop me a message. ^_^ Ok, you can go ahead and push that purple/ blue/ whatever button now and review. ^_^
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