This is the next chapter in A kitsune's life. Yoko meets Kuro, the bat demon and Hiei, the fire demon. They get along a bit at first. You meet Ayama who is talking to a reporter, Rosie. Somethings are not as they seem. Keep that in mind. Yoko is talking in italics. The reporter and Ayama are in bold and Yoko's life being explanned in detail is in regular font. I hope you enjoy the next Chapter of this story.
Disclaimer: Darketelka wishes she owns Yoko and his life story but she doesn't. The only thing she owns is her gamecube. That is all... Enjoy.
My nightmare was just beginning. Washi watched me and Kuro made sure I didn't get into much trouble, but I still couldn't get along with Lord Karasu. He hated me, and I had no say in anything. My job wasn't pleasing either, it always had to do with Karasu. I didn't trust Karasu one bit, but I was transported to the slave corridors where I meet Kuro and Hiei. Hiei was a fire demon, planning to escape with Kuro, a bat demon. They were nice.
It was noon when Yoko woke to a crowed of guards. Yoko sat up and looked around seeing Washi tied to a hair, out cold. Two of the guards grabbed Yoko and pulled him out of the bed. Yoko being a wild animal kicked and struggled to get away from the guards when someone punched him and caused him to fall to the ground. Yoko put his hands around his stomach coughing up some blood.
"Take him to the slave corridors while I deal with Lady Washi." Came Karasu's harsh voice. The guards put shackles on the kitsune and cuffs. Another guard put a metal collar around his neck and pulled at the chains causing to fox to fall forward to the ground.
"Kitsune!" Washi yelled with concern. "Leave him alone, Karasu!" She began to struggle against the chains that held her to the chair.
Yoko struggled to his feet and straightened his tail. "It's okay, Washi, I am and will be fine. Take care of yourself." Yoko said as the guards dragged him away. Washi continued to struggle against the chain.
"How dare you go against my commands, and how could you love such a sick demon!" Karasu yelled, hitting his sister. Washi closed her eyes not wanting to show her weakness. "Answer me, Washi!" Karasu yelled, bombs forming around him.
"I'm sorry, Karasu. The feelings just came, please let me go." Washi said as strongly as she could. Karasu sighed and sat in a chair near her. "Brother Karasu, please unchain me." Washi asked in a more gentle voice.
"NO, you will be punished later. First, I have to deal with kitsune." Karasu growled standing up and walking slowly away from her to the door. Washi struggled and pulled at the chains that cut into her pale skin.
"Don't you dare hurt him, Karasu, I mean it!" Washi yelled as Karasu, who was now closing the door.
"He waked down the long, twisting halls made of blue and black stone. He walked down a flight of stairs to a large cafeteria. There were demons here and there and a stair well to the right of them going down. Karasu made his way through the crowed to a door with the number 1000 on it.
Two guards dressed in black roves with blue masks on spoke to Karasu, "The kitsune is ready for you." He said opening the door so that Karasu could walk in. A smile spread across his face when he looked into the rather dark room, hearing the door close behind him.
Yoko was in the corner of the room chained to the wall. His yellow eyes stared down at the ground for the longest time.
Karasu was my enemy from the day we meet, but he wanted me to be his love, and beat Washi and me just to get it. That crow had one messed up mind, and I am glade I got away but Washi wasn't so lucky.
Washi didn't get away, she was left behind. I wish I didn't leave her yet I did. I left her there never to see her again…never.
"Kitsune, look at me!" Karasu growled, but Yoko refused to look up at the crow. "Why don't you look at me, you stupid fox?" Karasu growled once more, getting closer to the kitsune.
"Because you aren't a pretty site to look at, only your guards and slaves will look at you." Yoko spoke now glaring at Karasu. Karasu smiled at Yoko and got so close that their noises touched.
"You silly kitsune, you are a slave of mine; therefore, you are to look at me when spoken to." Karasu pressed his lips upon the kitsune who bit him then pulled away from Karasu. In return came a blast against his side. Blood trickled down the kitsune's side. Slowly a poodle of plod formed underneath the kitsune.
"What…do you want…from me…Karasu?' Yoko asked trying his best to hide his pain. Karasu turned the kitsune around and began to play with his tail. Yoko stopped himself from growling but his tail began to bristle up.
"I want you, kitsune, you, and your body." Karasu's hand traveled down the kitsune's pants, but the kitsune kicked the crow, causing him to back away in pain. He kicked the kitsune in the side before leaving the room.
"Hold on, how do you know so much about the silver kitsune named Yoko Kurama?" The reporter asked me.
"I was his guardian, but at the time I couldn't help him with his problem. My job was to make sure he survived his life, nothing more." I told the reporter, moving my blond hair out of my eyes.
"Where is the fox right now?" She asked looking into my blue eyes.
"You will have to for the story to end before you find that out." I smiled at her frowning face. To tell the truth I didn't know where the beautiful kitsune was. All I knew was he was better off now. "Now where was I, oh yes? Yoko cried out…"
…in much pain. Too much pain to be exact. The iron door opened once more, letting two guards enter the room. They unchained the kitsune, letting him fall to the ground. After watching the kitsune roll around in pain, they dragged him off. They carried the kitsune down another flight of stairs; bring them to a hallway. The hallway was long, about twenty miles long. The doors were about ten feet apart making each room about twenty feet wide
They continued down the hall until they got to room 1997. The guards opened the iron door to the room and threw the unconscious kitsune into the large room. The room had three beds of hay. The floor was made of wood and the walls of stronger stone. Two pairs of eyes looked out at him from the shadows.
The owners of the eyes were a bat demon named Kuro. He never told us his real name. He had pointy ears and black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Kuro walked over to the out cold kitsune.
"Hiei-san, it is one of those rare silver kitsunes, wonder why he would be here?" Kuro said aloud.
"He was dieing and Lady Washi wanted to help him. Karasu agreed but now he is to work for him." The fire demon said walking out of the shadows. His black outfit and hair hid him well in the dark room.
"Your eye tells you that?" Kuro asked when Yoko groaned and rolled over. "Looks as if he is coming around." Kuro smiled when the kitsune shot right up. He looked around and backed away from both of the demons, who were staring at him.
"Where…oww…" Yoko fell to his knees, holding his side. "Damn that crow." He muttered not noticing the demons getting closer to him.
"You okay, kitsune?" Kuro asked looking at the kitsune's side.
"Who…who are you?" Yoko asked holding back his pain. Kuro smiled slightly then looked at Hiei who didn't seem to care anymore.
Kuro looked back at the kitsune. "My name is Kuro, and over there is Hiei. What is your name, kitsune?" Kuro asked.
Yoko opened his mouth then quickly closed it. Truth was, he didn't have a name. He thought back to his younger years and remembered a name Yoko Kurama. He thought on other names that he knew, but he couldn't. "My name is Yoko Kurama." He smiled, knowing that he now had a name to go by.
"Too long." Kuro said. "Yoko is shorter so that is what we will call you. Welcome to your new home, room 1,997!" Kuro jumped up with joy. Yoko stared at Kuro then looked down sadly. Hiei disappeared into the shadows as Yoko curled up in bed.
"Sorry, I just wanted to make this place fell better than it is." Kuro, too, looked down sadly knowing that he made things worse. "Well we should get to sleep if we want to wake on time."
Kuro always wanted to make things feel better but only made it worse. I now that he was as miserable as both Hiei and I. He was a great friend and his ways will always be in my heart.
Hiei on the other hand will always be at my side. He promised Kuro that he would protect me no matter what. Ever since Kuro's death, Hiei has been following me. At first he wouldn't talk to me or tell me why he followed me but the day came for an explanation.
"So Yoko didn't have a name till he meet Kuro and Hiei?" The reporter asked me.
"I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable and looked out the window seeing that the noon day sun was out. "Yoko was always called kitsune, he never thought about his name till Kuro asked. So yes, Yoko didn't have a name till he meet Kuro and Hiei." I stood up and bowed. "Paradon, but it is noon and I believe that is enough for today."
"Sure thing, Ayama. Tomorrow, same time then?" she asked
"That is fine wit me. I have more to talk abut anyway." We left the room and went our separate ways. I went to the nearest coffee shop in deep thought about the missing kitsune. He had to be near by.
It was about five when I picked up a newspaper, which read:
Sliver Kitsune!
A silver kitsune, named Yoko Kurama, went missing last week about noon. I have interviewed his friends; Hiei, a fire demon; and Ayama, a fox demon. Hiei spoke very little about his old friend, but Ayama has decided to give me the kitsunes whole life story.
I have found out so far that this kitsune is an outcast. Ayama said, "He wouldn't be alive if Washi, his master, didn't risk her life for him." This kitsune was a slave runaway and anyone can clam him as there own, or kill the fox. He has long silver hair and golden eyes. He has great power over plant life form what I know from research.
By: Rosie Sanasia
This paper upset me. I never meant for her to tell the people that Yoko was a slave, for he is not. I guess I should expect it for I did say more about his slavery. I will fix that.
"Ayama, I don't believe it, why would she say such things about me. I thought she was my good friend. My best friend." I said, throwing the newspaper across the room. How could she be so cold to me like that? What did I ever do to her?
The next morning, around seven, I went to the interview room where Rosie waited. "Welcome back Ayama." Rosie said to me as I entered the room.
"Why did you write that mean report about Yoko. He isn't a slave no more. He is a free demon!" I growled at her, staring at her startled face.
"Sorry but the press needed it." Her smile faded. I sat down and she smiled once more. "To continue from yester day?"
I didn't really want to but I could feel a presence of a demon hunter near by so I had no choice but to continue. "Yes." I nodded then continued the story of the kitsune's horrible yet wonderful life.
That is all for this chapter, I hoped you liked it. I will be updating really slow for I am not suposed to be on the computer. I was grouned for getting bad grades so my apologies...really...I am trying to bring them up. I will Love of a Dark One updated as soon as I can...good day. R&Rs please.