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Summary: Name's taken from a Vietnamese song (which rocks, find the band Cardin and listen to it) and it means 'To Be Alone.' Or something like that. Anyway, onto the actual summary. Kuronue, wandering around Ningenkai, learns of Kurama's kidnap by Yomi from listening to Yusuke's conversation with the others. Of course, he didn't believe that Youko could still be alive, but his curiosity got the best of him and he heads off to find Yomi and Kurama. However, what he finds is not what he was looking for.
Category: Yu Yu Hakusho
Genre: Angst. Romance. Crap like that.
Rating: M/NC-17
Couples: Karasu/Kurama (forced)[mentioned, Yomi/Kurama (forced)[mentioned, Kuronue/Youko, Hiei/Kurama
Warnings: Look at my couples section. Don't ask questions like that. I will fill this in as I go along, however.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
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[Hiei
The battle with Yomi was quick. Much quicker than he expected. Clearly Youko and Kuronue work well as a team, sniping at him then darting away to evade his attacks. There was very little for anyone else to do.
But there was one time that Youko was not quick enough. The attack didn't hit him physically, but it snapped the chain of the pendant he was wearing. He watched as the pendant Youko had been wearing of black onyx flew from its snapped chain and Youko disappeared, leaving Kurama standing in his place.
"Youko!" Kurama's shout was full of pain, as though his soul was being torn in two. Which, when reaching out through their link, Hiei found that it was.
At the exact same moment, Kuronue's spinning blade severed Yomi's head from his body, but Kuronue was not watching. Instead, he was diving towards the falling pendant, much to Hiei's confusion until he took a closer look at it.
It pulsed with life and was surrounded by a silver aura. Youko's half of Kurama's soul was inside the pendant.
How, Hiei knew not. All that he knew was that was what happened. Youko's soul was forcibly ripped from Kurama's when the pendant's chain was severed, forever severing the two of them. And it was going to take a lot to keep either of them from dying.
[Kuronue
He didn't hear anything that the Spirit Detective was saying to him. He was too focused on pouring life into the pendant, determined to keep Youko alive. When the Detective started pulling him along, he didn't fight it. He followed like a sheep, unable to tear himself away from sustaining Youko's hold on life, even if it cost him his own.
He barely noticed the clamor around him as the Spirit Agent used a portal to take them to Reikai. He did notice the toddler with the pacifier who suddenly yanked his head up, tearing his eyes away from the pendant housing a soul as much his as the one he was born with.
"Let him go." That order crashed down on his ears and he stepped backward, shaking his head and pulling the pendant close to his chest.
"Never…I'll never let him go. We didn't do anything to deserve this treatment…We didn't…" His voice was edging on hysterical and some part of his brain that had held onto sanity noted it calmly. It couldn't overpower the rest of the brain which was slowly falling into hysteria so there was no reason to fight.
"Koenma, you owe them! You owe them for saving your spirit detective's life!" The rational part of his mind heard the argument the Spirit Detective was putting forth, but the rest was solely focused on the pendant again. Youko's life was stronger now, but still unstable. If he didn't keep feeding it energy, Youko would be lost forever. But, if he did keep feeding his energy to Youko's pendant, then he would die. It wasn't a choice, in all actuality, and the rational part of his brain knew this with resigned certainty.
He would die before letting Youko.
"…Come on. We'll ask Lord Enma what to do. He's the God of Death and Judgment."
Again, only the rational part of his brain understood what was going on around him. It watched with detached curiosity as Koenma led them down through twisting hallways, wondering how difficult it would be for him and Youko to-Ah, but it had to look back at the partially hysterical part of itself to make sure that the hysteria had not gained complete control and to see if Youko's soul had stabilized.
It hadn't yet, not that the rational part had really expected it to. There was a small part of the rationality that believed that Youko would not live. That they both were going to die and be reunited in death. The rest of the rational part believed that that part was slowly being drawn into the hysterical part and would soon cease to be rational.
Opening of large doors drew the rational part back to watching his surroundings. He was led into a large room with a dais at the far end. There were currently three thrones occupying the dais, all three filled. The center throne enshrined a large man, yet all that could be seen of him was a shadow through a curtain. The throne to the right housed a deity shining so brightly that she was blinding even through the thick curtain obscuring her from view. The last deity, on the left, shone with a pale, silvery light.
There was an affinity to the left deity. Even the semi-hysterical side of his mind felt it. It calmed the hysteria slightly, though not enough for the rationality to resume control. Yet at this time, the rational part was quite content to just be watching the occurrences.
"Why have you come here with so many mortals, Koenma?" The center deity spoke and slowly the hysteria began to grow again. There was a pull from this deity and it was overcoming the calming affinity felt from the left deity. The rational part knew what this pull was.
It was death. The death he should've suffered, but escaped. Death had clearly been reluctant to give him up.
"I am sorry to barge in on you sire, but…We have trouble." The rational part felt a giggle from the hysterical side. It found that a toddler speaking to such a grand deity was funny. The rational part became slightly worried.
"When don't the mortals have trouble?" The shining deity spoke, her voice like the hottest flames of a fire, crackling and popping while she spoke.
"Quiet, Child. This is not your place." The center deity spoke, his voice taking on a slightly disapproving tone.
"My apologies…" The shining deity sounded sullen, like a child believing she was being unfairly punished.
"If I may…?" The left deity spoke, his voice cold, but comforting like the light from the moon.
"Go ahead, Child." The center deity granted permission to the left one.
"Koenma, why have you brought Kuronue here? Why is his mind torn in two and his heart being ripped to shreds?" The left deity spoke softly, but it was obvious he was displeased.
"Is this the bat you begged Mother to save?" The shining deity interrupted, leaning forward on her throne to look at the other. It was obvious by how the light brightened to see her move.
"Amaterasu, I did not grant you permission to speak." The center deity spoke and the shining one cringed back into her seat. She knew when she was toeing the line, even if her father had placed her in the heavens. "Koenma, answer him."
Koenma glanced back at the Spirit Detective and Agent, wringing his hands.
"Because Youko Kurama is dying." The Spirit Detective burst out, stepping forward. "I think his soul is in that pendant that Kuronue is cradling so desperately. Can't you guys do something? You are gods, aren't you?"
"Yusuke!" Koenma gasped. To speak to the gods like that could get you killed, or so the rational part of Kuronue's mind thought.
To everyone's surprise, the left deity stood, stepping further forward on the dais. The other two deities, however, did not move. They probably were not surprised.
"Tsuki-yomi. What are you doing?" The center deity did not sound upset as he did when Amaterasu made her comments.
"Mother gave these to Children to me. She agreed to allow me to let them live and die as I see fit. You agreed to this too, Grandfather." Tsuki-yomi said, walking towards the end of the dais, his figure shrinking to that of a normal person's stature. "They are my Beloved; my little bat and my little fox."
"Beloved? Mortals? Brother, you simply must spend more time with the other kami if you love these mortals!" Amaterasu laughed, shaking her head.
"One day, Sister, you will understand why some kami have Beloved mortals. You will one day become attached to at least one mortal and will beg Mother to let their lives rest within your hands." Tsuki-yomi commented, pulling the curtain away to reveal a young man with night-black hair and pale skin with a silvery sheen. Amaterasu sniffed in disdain, but did not respond to her brother's comment.
Tsuki-yomi floated down from the dais and approached Kuronue. Both parts of his mind, the rational and hysterical stepped closer to him, yearning for the calming touch of his voice, his presence. "My Beloved…What have they done to you?" He set his hand on Kuronue's forehead, banishing the quickly rising fever. His other hand reached down to take the pendant from his hand. He chuckled as he wrest it away and Kuronue whimpered. Tsuki-yomi's touch could not make up for the loss of Youko's soul.
"Grandfather, are you really going to allow this?" Kuronue heard Amaterasu ask as his vision faded to black.
"They are his Beloved. I will not take them from him." Came the reply, though by that time, even the rational part of his mind could barely focus.
"Sleep, my little bat, sleep. And when you wake, you will be reunited with the one who's life is like your own." With Tsuki-yomi's whispered promise, Kuronue let go of his struggle to stay conscious.
…
When he next woke, there was a warm body curled beside him and a feather being trailed down his chest, spending extra time on sensitive areas. His sleep-numbed mind refused to answer any questions he may've posed, so all he was left with was to open his eyes and see who the culprit was.
It took a couple tries to pry his eyes open, since they were quite comfortable closed. When the feather reached his most ticklish area, the spot right above his top rib on his left side, his eyes finally complied with his demands and opened.
Golden eyes alight with mischief appeared above his own, an impish grin on the lips of the eyes' owner. Silver hair drifted down into his face, tickling his nose.
"Good morning, Kuronue." There was the deep, sultry voice he dreamt about for so long while alone. It was enough to melt him on the spot.
"Good morning, Youko…" He croaked out, reaching up to set his hand on Youko's face, running his thumb across Youko's cheek. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, koi." Youko responded, leaning down to place a kiss on Kuronue's lips. "I missed you too."
A/N: DONE!!! My gods, this fic is done! Ok, little bit of information, Tsuki-yomi is the moon god. Sometimes, he'll be shown as a woman, and I chalk it up to mistranslation. Doesn't really matter, I suppose, I just like the idea of him being a him. Ok, I'm sure you all know about the sun goddess Amaterasu, so onto the Mother. That would be Izanami. Just go with it. Some things say that she was their mother, others say that Izanagi was the sole creator. As for 'Grandfather' that would be Enma, the God of Death and Judgment. I read somewhere that he was Izanami and Izanagi's father, so there's that explanation. Everything else, well, that's probably something I made up. Just go with it. Anyway, sorry guys, but there won't be any more! If you all want to see more Kuronue/Youko outta me, go VOTE IN MY POLL!!! It's only up till December 19th, people! And right now, Final Fantasy VII is winning! All right, R&R please! And see you next time!