Evasion of Normalcy

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Notes/Warnings: This is a HieiBotan, KuramaYukina, and YusukeKeiko fic, you have been forewarned Also, this story has some mentioning of the Ningen King, which is what Jesus will be called. If you do not like my reference, then don't read it. If you don't care or aren't religious, then you're just like me! This fanfiction has been rated so because of fight scenes, gore, and language, but there wouldn't be any good stories out there if any of these were banned. This story is dedicated to all of my reviewers of 'Amari Okeru Kiregire'. So, domo arigatou to all of my reviewers. Also for you reviewers, this is what I wanted the Yu Yu Hakusho anime to be like. Read and review, please!Chapter One
The Taken and the Given Back
Hiei's POV
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The warm air blew across my face lazily as I sat in a tree in Ningenkai. Why was I in the ningen realm? The only honest answer was because I found the antics of this strange race amusing. The way they would react to different situations was always performed as if it were thought over and drawn out like they were on a stage. Also, the pint-sized prince of Hell has restricted me to the confines of this damnable world...

It was the middle of what the ningens called 'summer', and there were several of the bakas in the mori that was in the center of the park. I stared at their strange traditions with fascination hidden behind my blood-colored eyes. As pathetic and useless as ningens may be, their customs are intriguing.

In the Makai, the father of a female's offspring would take no part in the raising of a whelp. Male demons would become gentle and affectionate toward females when they were in heat during the demon mating season. The male would tempt the female to mate with him by proving that he is a good provider, and a strong member of his species, as if she were deserving of his presence. After the mating had been finished, and the male's lust had been satiated, he would leave the female demon with, as is the case with demons, his offspring. The purpose of mating, in the male demon's mind, is to satisfy his primal urges and to create a successor to his territory, or one to bring vengeance to his bloodline should he be killed by a rival demon. Unless he is mated to the female.

If two demons are mated, then it is impossible to break their bond. All demons learn at an early age to avoid marking or being marked, because if the bond has no reason, or it is one sided mating, both demons will harbor hate and regret that will slowly, and painfully, eat them away from the inside until they either kill themselves, or each other. The only way to rid oneself of a demon mark, is for the marker to die. Usually this is impossible, as the dominant demon in the mating is the marker, and the submissive has no power over the dominant one.

Female demons are constantly on guard and difficult to tempt, which is why very few demons are mated. When a male demon cannot tempt the female, he either finds a different female, another male in a similar situation, or a weaker female. Several male demons have been found guilty of the rape of ningen women, and begin to acquire a taste for the insecurity and helplessness of them. Some male demons even mark the ningen that is the object of their lust, and spend the rest of their unnatural lives in the presence of his ningen mate, who will live as long as her marker, and hanyou offspring.

In Ningenkai, however, males can be found holding their whelps close to them, whelps of various ages. Bands of gold adorned their fingers, many of the onnas also wearing one. This appears to be a form of demon marking, called 'marriage', but is less-permanent.

Several ningens appear to go through a courtship before presenting the other with a golden band to signify their union. It's quite annoying, yet amusing at the same time, how the female will usually cry and then shout 'yes' before leaping upon her partner. Female demons, when asked to be marked, are cautious about their answer, because they, much like ningen females, only want a good mate who will provide and protect. Or, so I've been told by a mated demon...

Mates in the Makai can be of the same gender. It is not unusual to see that type of relations in my home world. Here, however, in Ningenkai, it seems that same sex courtship, and mating is frowned upon. I can spot very few noticeable, courting, ningens that are of the same gender. In the Makai it is not unusual to see same sex courting or even mating, but actually finding marked demons is much less common than in Ningenkai. If a male demon wishes to mate, but not create offspring, then he will most likely mate with another male demon who's mindset is the same, and if the two males wish to continue their simplicity, they mark each other. Females will also do this if they do not wish for offspring, or if they have a whelp and need help with it's rearing.

When demons mark each other, it creates a stronger bond than usual. With this bond, when one member of the marking is away, the other sinks into a depression, which is why most demons who are doubly marked choose to stay within the same area.

There is a more temporary form of marking, and that is simply mating. The male demon's scent surrounds the female until, between a male and female demon, a child is conceived. When the male demon can no longer find his scent on the female, he leaves, having completed his prime objective. If the male demon chooses to mark the female, then he is most likely to do it during the mating, and the temporary bond shapes itself into the demon mark on the junction in between the shoulder and neck. It is possible to mark without mating, but the primal urges become stronger.

Most demons prefer to stick with the temporary bond, using it as a form of courtship, to test if they would like to be mated to that demon. The temporary mark, is also an illusion, in a sense. During the female's heat, the male and she will mate, and his scent will cover her, this wards off any other male demons who had been considering mating with her. If she is raped by a different male demon than her temporary mate, then the intruder's scent will dominate the other's, and the onna's original temporary mate will hunt down and kill the offender, then come back to the female, and mate with her to establish a temporary bond once again. Unless he is killed by the offender, then the offender creates offspring with the female, and, when he can no longer detect his scent, either leaves, or marks her.

Throughout my wondering, the sky began to grow dark, and the ningen families started departing the park. Going toward their homes, I can only assume. I liked sitting in this tree, after all of the ningens left, and it was dark, the air around me became peaceful, putting me at ease while the wind gradually cooled. Slowly, the clouds disappeared, leaving me alone in my world of black. Little lights in the blank sky interrupted my darkness, but they were not bothersome.

After a long period of staring at a moonless sky, I began to feel restless. I found myself wanting to move, speak, do anything but sit there. My knuckles itched to clutch the hilt of one of my katanas, but remained folded behind my head as I focused on my surroundings. My hearing seemed to increase tenfold as a feeling of unease raised a low, cautious growl in my throat.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the trees around me, finally letting both hands rest upon a katana's hilt. An irksome feeling took my stomach as hostage, winding me into an anxious crouch. I leaped soundlessly to the dirt floor of the mori, my eyes darting around the clearing I was in, carefully searching for the source of my discomfort.

As I stood, still crouched slightly, the only sound that reached my ears was the whispering breeze through the leaves of the trees. Finally becoming annoyed with my instinct, I ripped off the white bandanna that had covered my forehead, revealing my Jagan. I closed my eyes and focused my Jagan on the ki that the mori may have concealed. Nothing.

I frowned and began to turn back to my tree, before a piercing scream reached my ears. I looked critically toward the skyscrapers that towered outside of the mori. The scream was undoubtedly female, and more then likely a ningen's. I felt a strange surge of fury and protectiveness flow through my body, but the feeling was ignored as I leaped back up onto my branch.

I had always felt a protective, chivalrous feeling towards onnas, and this annoyed me greatly as I began to settle into the bark with my hands behind my head once again. The ningen onna's scream rippled through my ears again, it was louder this time, closer. I leapt, for the second time within ten minutes, to the ground below, taking off toward the sound. Ningen or not, when an onna calls out it isn't for no reason. This troubled onna was obviously my source of discomfort, and if she was screaming simply for the sake of screaming, I'll show her what it really means to cry out.

With my god-like speed I had exited the park within the center of Tokyo quite quickly. I listened carefully from the corner of what ningens call an intersection. It was strange to not see any metal contraptions driving in long lines down the streets.

For all of it's noise during the day, Tokyo became quiet at night, much to my satisfaction. Tokyo was my favorite place in Ningenkai. Perhaps because of it's cultural wealth, Tokyo became a much more favorable city over any other I'd visited.

As I quickly sped towards the less-traveled alleyways of Tokyo, I began to hear sobbing. In the dark of an abandoned alleyway an onna was held against the wall by a very tall figure. I walked silently closer, getting a better view of the offender. He was a green-skinned demon wearing all black, his black hair was cut short, and spiked out at odd angles. It wasn't his hair or skin that was disconcerting, not even the onna he had pushed against the wall was a cause for my stomach to take the state of unrest that currently held it captive. It was his blood-red eyes, as uniquely colored as my own.

It was then that the onna cried out to me for help that I was snapped out of my wonderment, and the red-eyed demon turned to face me. He growled out low chuckle and let his captive slide to the disgusting, littered floor of the alleyway. "Run, onna." I said quietly, reaching for one of my three blades. When she made no move to escape I yelled, "Move it, baka onna!" This seemed to get her attention because she immediately bolted away from both the offending demon and myself, sobbing hysterically.

My katana flashed out of it's sheath with a metallic scraping, and I pointed it at the green-skinned demon with malice shining in my eyes. "What business do you have in Ningenkai?" I asked, my sword point still aimed at the ugly demon's head, who began, to my confusion, laughing.

"Jaganshi Hiei, your reputation as a cold-blooded killer seems to be evading you. I never would have thought that you would care about a ningen onna. Do tell me, are you going soft?" I growled dangerously at him, "Hn. My reputation is none of your concern. What are you doing in Tokyo?" I asked again. This demon was beginning to aggravate me.

He laughed, "So this town has a name? No matter, I only came here to kill you." I scoffed at his motive, "You kill me? I have killed many a demon with more ki than you. How can you possibly survive my onslaught if you know my reputation? I am master to the Dragon of the Darkness Flame, and the Jagan, and you believe that you could defeat me?"

Again he laughed, only this time it was maniacal, and it rang within my eardrums, greatly irritating me. "Ah, Hiei, you're not the only one who can conceal their aura. How do you think I attract demons to feed upon?" I frowned at that. I was dealing with a cannibal, how wonderful. Then my eyes widened a fraction as high levels of ki began to radiate from this demon, perhaps even higher than my own. His aura could finally be determined, he was a fire demon, but there was something darker about his ki, something I couldn't decipher.

Then I noticed the thick, purple demon blood dripping down his face from his forehead. His bleeding distracted me enough so I wouldn't notice the flash of steel from his now drawn katana, before he plunged the cold metal through my left shoulder. I cried out in both surprise and pain. I hadn't even seen him move, he had to be faster than me to perform a feat that quickly and effectively. He has been the first to touch my person with the steel of a katana since I was a young whelp traveling with bandits. They had cut me several times, but never as deep as this. Never deep enough to pierce the fabric upon my back. Then he clutched the hilt tightly, wrenching it out of my body painfully fast.

I looked questioningly at the demon who had stabbed me, he was licking my blood off of his blade with a malicious grin as he saw me crouched with a hand clutching my wound. "It's been awhile, Hiei, since I tasted a blood so familiar to me. I believe that your sister's blood will taste similar? Is she your reason for an extended stay within Ningenkai? So you can find her? Not to worry, I'll pay her a visit when I'm done feeding off of your carcass. It would be a nice change to drink such a familiar blood to my own after a century of not tasting my wounds. Or maybe I'll leave you here to rot, I'm sure that if I fasted enough I could actually devour all of her..."

"Leave Yukina out of this! Don't you dare talk of her that way! What the Hell are you raving about, 'drinking blood familiar to your own'!" I barked coldly, angrily confused by this demon's words. He laughed cruelly, "Hiei, I am Jaganshi Xian, the Chinese fire demon whom mated with your bitch of a mother in the secret tunnels of the floating Koorime Isle, and at last, my Jagan has located you. Yukina will be next, and she will finally be reunited with her long lost brother in the River Styx."

My eyes were wide with pain, wonderment, and anger as I stood upright, clutching one of the other katans attached to my belt and releasing my wound. I watched as pieces of green flesh seemed to almost peel from Xian's forehead revealing a third eye. A Jagan.

"Yes, Hiei, I have a Jagan much like your own, only mine is much more powerful...And mine was never removed, only covered by a thin layer of skin." I growled, "What the fuck are you going on about!" I spat out the sentence, as if it were venomed. Xian, my bastard father, as he had now revealed, frowned, "You were born with a Jagan, I had it removed when you were born for suspicion of a prophecy that I would be killed by the power of a descendent's Jagan. It is merely chance that your very Jagan that had been discarded years ago had been found once again to take residence upon your forehead."

I bit back a moan as pain surged through my body, attacking my senses. Instead I growled at Xian, "You're spewing nonsense, if this were true then Yukina would also bear a Jagan..." I claimed futilely as my breath came in short, spasmodic bursts, forcing me into a crouching position once again.

"This 'third eye curse' was placed upon the Jaganshi family a millennium ago, and only fell upon the males. A curse that the both of us have learned to use like a blessing. Am I right, Hiei?" he asked me as I fell to the ground, shuddering at the never ending ache within my head. I felt like my skull was being split in two as I began to convulse from lose of blood and dulling senses.

My bastard father laughed cruelly at me, his Jagan glowing purple as my illusion seemed to fade. Then I found the true source of my pain, a katana was stabbed into my Jagan, blood dripping down from the protruding blade. That was one of my own katanas, and my very own hand clutched the hilt, driving the steel deeper within my Jagan.

"Yes, Hiei, I have taken control of your body with my Jagan. I have forced you to stab yourself through the shoulder and in your Jagan. Now that you are immobile, I shall dispose of you in a way most proper to your tendencies..." Xian walked closer to me, not that I could do anything to prevent it, and lifted me up by the collar of my shirt, walking over to a rusted dumpster as a trail of my blood mingled with the dirt and grime on the alleyway floor.

He opened the top of the dumpster and, none-too-gently, tossed me inside onto the piles of trash and insects. He grasped one of my katanas and moved my arms so that they crossed at the wrists, before plunging the steel through my flesh. I could not do anything except endure the pain, I couldn't move nor cry out.

The bastard fire demon then grasped my feet as he slowly pushed another of my katanas through each of my ankles. "I am bestowing upon you everything that your precious ningens gave the Ningen King, Jesus," he spat out as he turned me on my side, before grabbing a gold katana from within his cloak, "I have crucified you upon a cross of trash, pierced your wrists, forehead, and ankles with steel. Now, I deliver the spear through the side with a stolen artifact of Reikai, the Reikon Settouzai Katana. It will take your soul, so Lord Enma will have no choice but to toss you into Reikai Prison when a kato onna carries your lost soul for judgment...sayonara, son..."

My vision clouded as I felt the last of my pain, my grip upon reality slowly slipping away. I can vaguely see my bastard father smirk maliciously as he tosses my third and last katana in beside me before closing the lid to the dumpster. I can tell he has left, because half of my soul has followed the Reikon Settouzai Katana...
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Japanese Dictionary:
ningen - human
domo arigatou - thank you very much
Ningenkai - the human world
bakas - idiots
mori - forest
Makai - the demon world
hanyou - demon/human offspring
onnas - women
Jagan - evil eye
ki - spirit energy
Reikai - the spirit world
Reikon Settouzai Katana - Soul Stealing Sword
kato - ferry
sayonara - good bye
Santoryu - the three-sword style, in which there is one sword in each hand and one in between the teeth

I know that all of the Hiei fans out there are after my sorry hide right now, and I humbly ask them to SPARE ME! PLEASE! I PROMISE BETTER THINGS TO COME IN FUTURE CHAPTERS! Anyway this fic is all about Hiei's search for Yukina, the other half of his soul, and his father Jaganshi Xian, who's real name I do not know. Also, you may notice that I have given Hiei three katanas. That is because, in this fic, he will be using Santoryu. If you find Hiei to be OOC, I'm sorry, but he has to be to fit the story...Review please, hope you enjoyed chapter one of "Evasion of Normalcy"...