Stolen
By: KibaSin/Kiba
Summary: A curse. A kidnapping. And now, the spirit detectives are frantic to find their missing companion as he is locked away as if a precious, one of a kind jewel. Hiei x Kagome; Yu Yu Hakusho/Inuyasha
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. They belong to Takahashi Rumiko-sama and Yoshihiro Togashi-sama. I hold no ownership to either of the series, thus I gain nothing but self-accomplishment from writing this.
Rating: M for Graphic Violence, Language, and Slight Adult Situations
Genre: Drama/Action/Romance/General
Note: This story will contain a lot of 'stolen' concepts. Hint the title. But, I just wanted to make it clear so that you, as the reader, might look out for them a little more.
Prologue
A stream of blue light flooded from the cracked open door of the well house.
Grumbling, a young boy continued to sweep until he turned a bit to the side. The strange light cast over him, and he stopped muttering to glance up. A curious expression crossed his face, while he gripped the broom handle a bit tighter. He could feel the large, malevolent energy coming from the well house, and he did not like it. He had never liked the abilities gifted to him, but at the moment he loathed the ability to feel the energy coming from the well house.
It was so large, so dark. Yet, almost instantly he gasped as the familiar energy that followed. His body shuddered, disbelief clear in his stance, while the soothing energy was swallowed up by the dark, ferocious energy. It was gone in an instant, devoured beneath the energy that threatened to devour him as well.
Clawed fingers slid through the cracked open door, grasping onto the wood. His heart picked up, though his breath felt like it was caught in his throat, and his eyes trained onto the blood stained hand. His energy spiked, trying to sooth him, but he could not remove his eyes from the fingers as they settled onto the slightly opened door. They looked to be permanently covered in blood, and though that stunned him, he was still shocked from the feel of his sister's energy being swallowed whole.
Whatever that thing was, it was not friendly. He gulped at the mere thought, hoping that it would decide against coming through the door and would return to wince it came. Yet the fingers did not move, and he felt tears prick his eyes when he did not feel even the slightest amount of his sister's energy reappear. It heightened his belief that the creature inside the well house was not something he wanted to tangle with, because it was clear that it had taken the life of his sibling.
However, he grip on the broom was lost when the energy he had thought lost swarmed to life once more. His eyes widened, as he stood there stunned, feeling the energy become devoured once more. The soothing warmth that it brought only saved him from the malevolent beast for a moment, before he was crushed beneath it once more. He could not believe it, even as he felt it happening all over again.
The claws dug deep into the wooden door of the well house, before a deep snarl echoed out to where he stood. His mind told him to run, but his feet refused to budge when the beast finally pushed the door open more. The wood was crippled beneath the large amount of energy swarming into it suddenly, but he trained his eyes onto the flashes of red that came from the darkness. When the door opened completely, it became clear that the beast could easily step into the world, and he finally managed to take a step backward.
A bare foot stepped from the darkness, which appeared to cling to the flesh of the creature within the well house. The beast obviously did not want to wait any longer, though he noticed that it paused for only a moment. The soothing energy of his sibling washed over him, allowing him to relax for a single second, before finally the beast's voice called out to him.
"Trash."
He stiffened, understanding the word and knowing that the next moment did not bode well for him. The beast was most likely mocking him, preparing for battle, and he was positive that he would not be able to hold up against such a monster. His energy was already crushed beneath the dark, malevolent energy of the beast, so there was no way he would be able to do anything. And if he could, it would be only after he managed to move.
His eyes remained on the darkness of the well house, waiting for the beast to show itself. It appeared to be mocking him fully, wishing for him to humiliate himself before it killed him. Actually, he was rather surprised that he had not peed his pants, since he knew that this beast was here to destroy. The energy it sent out made that quite clear—it wanted to destroy, to corrupt, to bring death. Yet even knowing that, he was not prepared for what stepped from the door of the well house.
"No," he whispered.
The beast was his sister.
"Worthless trash." The girl snarled, eyes black and focusing on the boy that stood before her. She did not appear pleased with what she saw, as the claws on her hand twitched. "Nothing but worthless trash."
"No," he managed to say, tears finally washing over his cheeks.
She raised her hand, showing off the claws that were stained in blood. Her head tilted to the side, a pleased grin crossing her face for a moment, and her eyes flashed. The tendons in her hand moved, allowing the bones to give off a sickening crack. "You will die, worthless boy."
He only managed to scream before she was upon him.
Blood flew into the air, falling to the ground as if it were rain. A small pool formed as the boy's body crumpled to the ground. The girl only glanced down at it for a moment, head tilting in curiosity, before her eyes were drawn away from the blood splattered ground and the boy that lay there.
"What is—oh my lord, Sou—!"
The woman was silenced with a flick of the fingers. The girl's black eyes moved over the sight of her falling into a heap on the ground. A new pool of blood coated the area, staining the holy ground. The girl took delight in it, a soft chuckle escaping from her throat, before she contained herself. Her eyes never moved from the new taint of blood, though, even as she heard the complaining of the new arrival.
"What in the world is going on out here?"
An old man stepped from the door of the house, his face turning pale upon the sight of the woman lying just beyond the threshold. He quickly glanced up, disbelief crossing his eyes at the sight that greeted him. He began to shake his head, though he reached into the sleeve of his kimono to grab onto the thin strips of paper that were placed there.
Steeling himself, he shouted, "Demon! How dare you possess my granddaughter and taint this holy ground with your—"
A new grin formed on her face, while she listened to the old man gargle on his own blood. Her lips pulled back, allowing her fangs to glisten in the sunlight, before she began to laugh. The sound was deep, penetrating, and filled the silence that had settled over the area. The girl shook with the force of it, her black eyes flashing, while her wild energy swarmed across the ground.
The sound died away soon after, though, and the girl glanced up. Her black eyes narrowed, while she searched the land extending from the area she stood. Finding nothing of importance, she growled, muttering, "Trash. All of it trash."
Her hand glowing with the dark, malevolent energy swarming from her body, she ripped through the air. A tear appeared where her hand passed, allowing one to see the world beyond. She glanced up from the tear for only a moment, snorted, and then stepped into the land beyond. She easily slipped into the new world, escaping the eyes of those who might have seen, and the tear sealed itself behind her.
When she was gone, a sorrowful energy leaked from the tall tree sitting upon the holy land. It swept over the land in waves, each pulsing outward and retreating back in small waves. And it became apparent to those who could sense such a thing, that the tall, ancient tree was crying in the only way it could.