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Chapter Twelve: No Sweet Memories
"For the love of Kami, Keiko! I swear I'll be home soon." Yusuke held the phone away from his ear as he heard Keiko continue to chew off his ear. He stood outside the back door watching the sunrise. The night had been slow with little sleep as he kept watch over the shrine's property. Honestly, he didn't expect anything to happen but he would be damned if he was caught off guard.
"Yusuke, are you listening to me! I swear when I get to you I'm going to smack some sense into that thick skull of yours." Keiko's voice could easily be heard over the quiet shrine grounds.
Yusuke shook his head as he reluctantly pressed the phone back to his ear. "You don't need to travel across town. I swear I'll be home tonight." He lied through his teeth. There was no guarantee. However, Keiko didn't need to know.
"LIAR!" Yusuke flinched. "Shizuru and I are going to be over there before noon. You better not be lying to me, Yusuke." Keiko threatened over the phone. Before he could say another word the phone went dead.
"Is it safe to assume that Keiko is your girlfriend?" Souta asked from behind him. He was stepping out of the house with a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a broom in the other. A light shadow under his eyes hinted at the lack of sleep he got last night.
"Yeah. She's a bit of a spitfire." Yusuke muttered as he rubbed his abused ear.
Souta bit back a smile. From what he heard Keiko sounded a lot like how his sister used to be. He could remember her carefree smile. The way Kagome would willingly put herself in harms way to protect her loved ones.
"Spitfires are usually the keepers. They're the ones that are loyal to a fault, protective to their last breath, and easily missed." Souta whispered.
The young Higurashi took a long sip from his coffee before he made his way to the steps. He set his cup on the side and began the long process of sweeping the steps.
Yusuke watched the other young man. Something about the young Higurashi reminded him of himself. He was going to see just how much they had in common, "Hey, you want some help?"
Souta looked up from his task. From his place next to the house Yusuke could see his lips tipping in a low smile. "Sure. There is another broom in the shed."
Mrs. Higurashi watched the two young men from the kitchen window. She wasn't sure how to feel about all this. On one hand she was on cloud nine with having her daughter back in her arms. On the other hand she now had the life of her only son forcefully chained to her daughter's by Kami's orders. Kami wanted to use her daughter. Her little Kagome, her only daughter and first born is to be considered a gift from Kami. It was something to brag about to the neighbors if they had any.
She sighed to herself as she continued on cooking. It had been a while since she had to cook for so many mouths.
"Asako, don't think too hard. For the moment enjoy the fact that our family is complete. Everything is in Kami's hand and as such he will handle all our troubles." Grandpa Higurashi said. He was sitting at the table sipping on a cup of tea. His old form hunched over an old scroll from his collection.
Asako wanted to retort like a teenager. It had been Kami that ripped her daughter from her hands; but, she knew her elder would say that it was also Kami that brought her daughter back home. For so long she had cried over her Kagome. Prayer after prayer she had begged to hold her daughter once more. She had begged to be forgiven for any sins she had committed to end the hell only a mother could experience.
A soft hand gripped Asako's shoulder bringing her back to the pot of soup she had been stirring.
"Mrs. Higurashi, are you all right? You're crying." Botan asked.
The older woman rubbed at her eyes quickly trying to dry her tears. A light blush coated her cheeks as she inwardly scolded herself. She was the woman of the house. She needed to stay strong.
"I'm all right, Botan. Thank you for asking." Asako said.
Botan gave her one last once over. She didn't believe the older woman, yet she wouldn't pry into the head of the Higurashi's business. It was clear that Mrs. Higurashi had gone through a lot and unfortunately for all the Higurashi's there was much more ahead.
Akio shook his head while taking another sip from his tea. His daughter was far from all right. Nonetheless, he was sure that she would pull through and show the world where Kagome got her resiliency from. It was a trait that Asako had passed down to both of her children. Still Akio knew when his daughter needed a moment to herself, "There is some tea at the table. Would you like some, Lady Shinigami?"
Botan looked between the two Higurashi's before she hesitated in agreeing, "That would be nice."
Akio looked up from his scroll to give the young woman a reassuring smile. Carefully he poured her a cup of tea in a spare cup. The sweet aroma of jasmines filling the air seemed to relax the young Shinigami.
"Wow, never thought I'd see the day Yusuke would be doing house chores. Is Keiko here or something?" Kuwabara's loud voice carried in the kitchen. His large form nearly taking up the whole entrance way of the kitchen to the hallway.
Botan started to answer him, but his long legs had all ready carried him from one side to the other side of the kitchen. His head all ready poking out of the back door. "Yusuke, are you going sissy on me? Why are you helping out the squirt?"
Botan counted backwards from five and was rewarded with the inevitable, "Come say that to my face, Dumbass."
'Ughhhh. Those two can be so embarrassing.' The blue haired woman face palmed herself. An mortified whimper leaving her lips. She took in a deep breath. It was up to her to apologize for the two fools she called friends.
Suddenly a soft laugh filled the kitchen. Botan looked up to see Mrs. Higurashi fruitlessly covering her mouth trying to hold back her laughter. Her soft warm brown eyes concentrated on the two squabbling detectives outside of the kitchen window.
"Oh for heavens sake, can you guys act your age please!" A new voice called out over the grunts and growls of the detectives.
Asako watched in fascination as both Yusuke and Kuwabara quickly straightened out. Kuwabara went as far to try to fix his hair. Together they sported a look of kicked puppies.
Souta had long ago sat down to enjoy his coffee when the detectives had started fighting. His legs crossed while the palm of his hand supported his chin. Amusement dancing across his tired eyes as some the Spirit World's best traded blows on holy property. When he heard the footsteps trailing up the steps he had only expected shrine visitors definitely not the voice of reason for the two before him. Lazily he dragged his gaze to the two women tapping their feet beside him. The taller woman appeared content to stare down Kuwabara while she enjoyed her cigarette. The shorter of the two didn't seem too happy. Her short brown hair swayed with her heavy breathing.
"This is the big important case you were telling me about, Yusuke?" The smaller woman asked in irritation.
Yusuke squinted his eyes on her as he scratched the back of his head. The first thing he thought and said running past his lips, "How the hell did you get here so fast, Keiko?"
"Smart move, Urameshi." Kuwabara muttered
The dark scowl that morphed the features of Keiko's face quickly made Yusuke regret his question. "Jerk! Maybe if you weren't playing around you would know it's been almost two hours since we talked. I was worried, Yusuke!"
Souta turned his attention away from the unfolding drama to narrow them at the site of the other two Spirit Detectives making their way up the shrine steps.
"It appears that more have joined us at the Higurashi Shrine, Hiei. Hello Keiko and Shizuru." Kurama greeted. His trade mark uniform tidied and freshly pressed. The fox was a vast contrast to his walking companion.
Hiei proudly walked beside him in shredded attire. His shirt had been torn to the point of falling off his shoulders. The black pants looked closer to shorts as the bottom of them were ripped away. Smudges of dried blood clung to his upper torso, but the hybrid wore a satisfied smirk across his face.
Shizuru turned her head to see the older Spirit Detectives. Lazily she lifted an eyebrow at the two. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh or shake her head at the two unlikely partners, so she settled with saving Yusuke's pathetic ass.
"Look what the fox dragged in, Keiko." Shizuru said.
"Hey Urameshi, do you think we'll get in trouble for having a party at Kagome-sama's house?" Kuwabara kept his voice to a whisper as he asked. He was thankful for the distraction Kurama or Hiei provided.
Yusuke stared at the taller man with a look of confusion. It took him a minute to reply to his friend, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I think he is referring to the big ass group of humans, demons, death members, and holy figures my home is collecting. I don't think the shrine has seen this much action since the holiday rush." Souta chimed in. He had finished his coffee and had inched his way next to Yusuke. He was weary of the four newcomers. He had little trust for the two demons and he knew practically nothing about the females on his steps. Deep chocolate brown eyes stayed in a schooled expression of amusement as he elbowed the Spirit Detective beside him.
"I don't ever mind the addition of women, but I would love to know who they are?" Souta pushed out in a faked yawn. His fingers were gripping the broom in apprehension. The woman smoking had a similar aura to Kuwabara. If he had to guess, he would say that the woman shared the same spiritual capabilities as the huge oaf. Attractive women or not he was going to protect his family.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, kid. I'm Kazuma's older sister, Shizuru, and this is Keiko, Yusuke's girlfriend." Shizuru spoke up around her cigarette.
The young Higurashi sported a smile with his eyes closed. He tried to relax his muscles, but he was too much on edge. There were too many people, variables that he didn't fully understand nor trust to allow closer to his family.
Yusuke wrapped his arm around Souta's shoulders and gave him his trade mark cocky smile. "Shizuru is right, kid. They're with us. Besides I'm surprised you didn't recognize Keiko's voice? That's the spitfire I was talking about."
The only son of the Higurashi family merely nodded his head.
Botan ran out of the house shooting past Souta, Yusuke, and Kuwabara. Her squealing form lunging onto Keiko making the young woman spun around where her back was presented to the guys.
"There's the little blue ball of death." Shizuru mumbled to herself. All three of the young men behind Keiko seemed to sag in relief as the tension dissipated outside of the Higurashi household.
~*~*~* With Koenma in the Cave *~*~*~
Koenma watched as the shadows seemed to engulf Tsubaki. Her face contorted in an expression of pure horror. The shadows reseeded into one of the hands of Miroku. The monk flexed his hands once more. His purple eyes landing on Koenma reflected an unsettling calm appearance.
"She waits, Koenma." Miroku said.
Koenma was at a loss for words. He had been too young to remember the old hermit as anything more than his decrepit form. The young Prince didn't even know the haggard form had a name. He hadn't had time to think about something he had deemed trivial; yet, he found himself regretting such actions. He was about to bring this dark presence under the same roof as what could nearly be called the holiest young woman on earth.
"Dear Kami." Koenma absently whispered to himself.
"Compose yourself, Koenma. There is no time for playing. I am sure Kami does not smile upon procrastination when it deals with his ambassador." King Enma called to his son's shocked form.
A terrified shiver ran through Koenma's back as he heard his father. He had not informed his father of any dealings with the Higurashi's oldest child. The only thing he had told him was that the priestess had been located.
"I am a Ruler for a reason, Koenma. You have a great path before you. I will be handling and assigning a second head of Spirit Realm to take your place." King Enma clarified.
Koenma stood stock still as he let the information soak in. He was going to be replaced? It was his job as Prince of Spirit World to handle paper work and give missions to the detectives. The job was weary, yet he took pride in the fact that his father trusted him with it.
"You've been looking for my replacement?" Koenma thought out loud.
"It was necessary. You are expected to be outside the office more and wok still needs to be handled." King Enma began to explain.
Something had snapped within him. His eyes were wild as he whirled around to face his father's unmoving face. The pressures of the building events collected into one outburst, "I AM the Prince of Spirit World! I have been handling Spirit Realm for over four hundred years. Who can you possibly get or trust that could take my place? Who are you assigning as the new Prince of Spirit World?" He didn't want to admit that his voice cracked at the end of his rant. "I am not a bodyguard. I am a future ruler."
Miroku turned his head at the drama unfolding before him. He had no part in this.
King Enma looked at his son. Disappointment was lining every feature of his face. A deep frown made his eyebrows touch while his lips were set in a firm line. His large form allowed the voice of his son to carry out against the cave's walls. He turned his back to his son and started towards the cave's entrance leaving his son to stare at his retreating form.
As Koenma gathered air in his lungs to demand an explanation from his father he heard the King's booming voice. "You are still a child after seven hundred years."
Koenma recoiled, flinched at the statement. He had to know though, "Are you replacing me?"
Rooted to the spot he watched as his father didn't even bother to look back at him. No other words left his father's lips as his looming form disappeared back into Spirit World. He felt abandonded. It was as if his father no longer wanted him. The young prince turned his head to see the monk studying his new features. He turned to face the spot where his father departed and he allowed himself the luzury of gripping at his pacifier.
After a moment, Koenma pulled in a deep shuddering breath pass his pacifier. There were things that needed to be done before he had the vacation time to break down the fact that he may not be the Prince of Spirit World for much longer.
~*~*~* In the Higurashi Household *~*~*~
Mrs. Higurashi silently watched the young group of people from her place in the kitchen.
"I don't think I have enough food to feed everybody." She mumbled to herself. Without delay she pulled out another pot trying to figure out what she could add to the menu. Asako ducked her head in the refrigerator mumbling out loud to herself as she moved about.
Akio smiled into his cup of tea. He had seen the shine of life within his daughter's eyes. Asako finally had her family back and she had more than able reason to play the part of mother and host.
~*~*~* With Koenma *~*~*~
He prayed to any deity that didn't want him to die slowly. This day seemed to be piling on one worse case scenario after the other. He had stopped by his office to grab a few things and prepare his workers to be able to handle the coming changes and his absence. It had all gone to hell quickly when he stepped into his office to find a large demon cat lounging on his desk. Maybe he could have dealt with the cat, but the letter the animal was carrying within its mouth proved to be far more troublesome. However, it was the man who walked behind him that proved to be his unraveling.
"It seems like Kami is letting all his unwanted out to roam. I'm quite surprised to see you without your master." Miroku stated as he came to stand beside Koenma.
A low growl filled the room. The feline lifted its head to bare its fangs. Miroku flared his powers in retaliation. The shadows racing to cling to his form as the air grew thick.
"You know this demon, Dark Saint?" Koenma asked. He was hoping to defuse the situation. He really did want to keep his office clean, while he had it.
Miroku narrowed his wine colored eyes at the human sized fox. He stood tense in uneasiness. The saint demanded, "Show yourself, demon!"
A fire started to form under the fox. It's vibrant yellow light concealing the form behind it. As it receded Koenma heard a light voice that danced within the air, "I don't appreciate you speaking down to me, Miroku."
He hadn't meant for it to happen, but where Koenma had set his eyes he had a great view of the swell of her breast. Quickly he diverted his eyes downward sweeping across long toned legs were crossed at the ankles. His breath caught in his throat as his mind subconsciously noted that her demonic yellow markings were made even more striking against her exotic bronze skin. In sets of twos warm yellow stripes could be seen standing out on her ankles. Someone cleared their throat and immediately he could feel the horrible blush stain his cheeks.
Koenma closed his eyes attempting to gather both his wits and manners. For a moment he was thankful for the two others patience as he was given the chance to think straight. Finally he opened up one eye to meet surprising gentle slit black eyes with a natural dramatic orange eye shadow. Wild ink black hair rested against her back in thick waves.
He blinked as he noticed another set of marking set high on her cheeks.
"Kami, you are a beauty." Koenma whispered.
"Only in appearance." Miroku injected.
"Insults do not become you, Monk. I hold no ill will towards you. Please try to remove your disdain towards me if we are to serve the same master. Prince Koenma, I am a messenger of Inu Territory, Kirara. I am to present this letter to you at once." Kirara spoke in a clear voice.
Koenma couldn't help it when he said, "Shit." It was the first word and only word that seemed to fit the bill. He was fucked if Demon Realm's only silent ruler sent a messenger to his office. He was fucked if the only silent ruler sent a message pertaining to the Priestess Kagome before he even gather the rulers for a conference. He was fucked if the ruler took it as an insult that he hadn't been immediately contacted to do his part in the Priestess Kagome's revival. He was fucked if he just accidently insulted the messenger by unconsciously checking her out. "Fuck. I'm just fucked." He reaffirmed to himself.
A patient smile tipped the sides of Kirara lips as she tried to reassure the fretting prince, "Breath."
~*~*~* In the Higurashi Household *~*~*~
Kagome didn't move. She hadn't moved in a hour actually. The young Higurashi had tightly wrapped herself in her mother's blankets as she listened to the many voices in and surrounding her home. They were all foreign to her. Their laughs, whines, inclinations, personalities, they were all new. The sound of her own flesh and blood, her precious Souta, was foreign. It disarmed her.
No longer was she fitted to act in a world she was born into. She had literally died and was in the process of being reborn. She had been placed within a spot where time didn't exist. To her life and death didn't exist.
For a time she had been aware of earth's living creatures. She had watched in empathy for the suffering souls affected by the Shikon. Tears gathered in her eyes as she recalled the night air howls of Ayame. Every full moon for a year she had cried out her pain for the loss of Kouga and she had heard them all. She had pulled out of the Naraku hunt and the Northern tribe had allowed their princess to mourn her husband. For every time she heard it she had to relive his death. The echoing of his last promise had grated against her ears.
Kouga's voice had been dangerous. His words laced with hatred that she had only heard when he talked of Naraku, "You're not laying another hand on my woman, Mutt Face."
Inuyasha's temper had matched Kouga's unbridle disdain. His golden eyes had been flashing red when Kouga had wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders.
The warmth and security Kouga presented had been foreign. No one around her had showed her that in months. She had given into the desire to snuggle in Kouga. His hand came up to caress the blacked cheek created by Inuyasha. The young wolf prince stood trembling in emotion as she flinched at his touch.
A threatening growl traveled through the air. Inuyasha grabbed at his sword. The power of his father's legendary blade was echoing through the clearing. Faint blue pulses that bothered no one but her. Kagome grasped Kouga's pelt running her fingers off his tail. With a slow breath she removed herself from the comfort of her long time friend.
Kagome bent her head where her bangs covered her eyes. These meetings with Kouga were becoming too dangerous. Inuyasha would rather kill Kouga than let her go and vise versa for Kouga.
"Get away from what's mine, Flea Bag!" Inuyasha exclaimed.
Kikyo notched an arrow. Her deadly aim centered on Kouga's heart. The eerily calm voice of the dead whispered for all to hear, "She belongs to Inuyasha and she'll do what he or I command. However, you are of no concern. You are a pest that should be removed."
On her words Sango took up her boomerang while Miroku twirled his staff in warning.
Kouga stepped in front of her blocking Inuyasha's angry eyes. "My blood will be shed before I allow these ingrates to touch you, Kagome. A gift from Kami is never meant to be mistreated!"
Kouga lunged for Inuyasha. His advanced speed propelled his fist into the temple of the late Western Lord's son head.
From there she saw the two men's determination to kill each other. This fight, she could feel it. The hatred, loathing, the infinite passion all aimed at murder made her sick to her stomach.
"Stop it please!" She had screamed.
Blood sprinkled the ground. Their roars were like thunder. Their punches were so hard that she could hear the disgusting crunch of bone when a hit landed properly. If she didn't stop this she would lose one of them. The thought jogged her out of thoughts and sent her into a near frenzy with her cries, "I wasn't going to go with Kouga. So please stop, Inuyasha!"
Her feet carried to the last person she could remember saying a kind word in her group, Miroku. Kagome grasped at his unclothed hand.
"Please, Miroku." Kagome pleaded.
She was met with his blank gaze. A startled cry broke pass her lips as Sango quickly smacked her hand away from the unresponsive holy man.
Sango practically spat at her, "Don't touch him with your filthy hands."
"Keep your hands off her!" Kouga shouted. He had paused in his attack against Inuyasha to lock his worried eyes on her.
Kagome could see him. She could see the raising of the sword. The familiar action of Inuyasha's prized attack ready to be performed and Kouga was looking at her. He was worried about her, yet he was the one in danger. She could feel herself shaking her head. This couldn't be happening. Her feet started to carry her to the wolf prince, but Sango grabbed onto her arm.
"Hold her, Monk." Sango commanded.
Miroku's tight handed grip helped keep her in place. In a spot that was perfect to view the incoming massacre.
"Inuyasha, please don't! I'm begging you!" No matter her calls, pleads, or begging it still happened. Inuyasha brought the sword down.
The trees rustled beside them. Ginta and Hakkakku darted out both reaching out to push Kouga out of the way of danger; but it was too late. The wide spread attack engulfed all three of them. Kouga's two brothers screamed. But, Kouga didn't. Under the winds of the attack she could hear him as if he had whispered in her ear, "A gift from Kami is never meant to be mistreated!"
Kagome sat up from her position on the bed. Her lungs heaving from the sobs brought on from the memory. She didn't hold back as she allowed herself to properly mourn for her long time friends and her brothers in arms. Screams after scream ripped through her throat. She screamed the same way Ayame had to the moon. Kagome screamed even as she felt arms wrap around her shaking figure. Till her voice could do nothing more than low whines she cried.
~*~*~* With Koenma *~*~*~
Miroku put on his poker face. He hadn't expected to see the demon before him. However, her appearance did remind him that the demons from his time could and possible would be making an appearance some time soon.
"Why are you here?" Miroku practically demanded more than asked.
"I have been released from my servitude to return to my intended master." Kirara calmly answered.
"Why were you sent though?" Miroku asked again.
"Observant, a quality fit for royalty. My former master is aware of how Priestess Kagome and he last parted ways. He feels it is in her and his best interest to wait for a more relaxed environment to reintroduce himself. Please, read the letter and I am sure all will be explained." Kirara coaxed the young prince to take the message from her hand.
Koenma took the offered message. He read over the finely written memo. His head slowly shaking in disapproval as his eyes roamed the paper.
"Miroku, would you be so kind to wait outside my office? I need to have a few words with the Inu Territory's Messenger." Koenma asked.
Miroku held his tongue. He understood that politics were at play, so he quietly exited the room. Outside of the office sat a plush bench that called to him. His suddenly somnolent form needed a chance to rest.
An exhausted sigh crossed his lips as he sat down to take in the events that transpired. After centuries of waiting he was to be reunited with her. He was no fool. Tsubaki may have spoken the truth about her never forgiving him. It was a possibility that he had long ago considered and overcame the fear of. If Kami had given him the strength to last till this moment, bestowed upon him the job of watching the jewel, and restored his youth he would not cower at the impending reunion.
His fists clenched in aggravation as he was reminded of how things even became so horrid. To remember the group that he had once called family, the woman he once called his intended, and the snake were still painful. He had thought he was apart of an impenetrable coalition, but that was a fool's dream. They had infected themselves with a poison that not even Lady Kagome could cure, hatred. It had spread through them like a plague and he had been blinded by it with a kiss from a woman.
Miroku openly sneered at the memory. He had been young and thoughtless. He had playfully chased after anyone that caught his eyes, yet when he had truly found what he desired he had been ripped away by the scorned. It was a moment burned into his mind.
Miroku could see her once more stretching her arms out to him. He hadn't moved. He wanted her to have some sense of closure even if it was the form of an embrace. Her strong arms laced over his form.
"One kiss and you can see that I'm the only one." She said it so sweetly.
He couldn't deny even he wanted a farewell kiss. As her lips met his he could feel her mold her curves to his form. Her tongue had sought entrance into his mouth in a surprisingly bold move. He gave into her.
"Monk, she waits." Koenma said. The Prince breaking him out of his thoughts to beckoned him back into the room where a portal awaited.
"I believe I stated that before." Miroku spoke softly to himself.
Fin of Chapter Twelve
AN 2: I won't lie. I thought Kagome was finally going to be reunited with the jewel, but I started writing and all these other events took place: King Enma makes his announcement to Koenma, Kirara makes an appearance in human form, a King sends a message, Kouga's death is elaborated on, Miroku gives glimpse of the past, all while almost the whole Yu Yu Hakusho cast waits for the arrival of Koenma and the jewel. Things are heating up once more as Kagome is going to be faced with her next challenge, reuniting with her past and fully accepting the future. R&R
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