The Forbidden Love of Yukari Yakumo

Chapter 6: Running from Death itself...

The Netherworld, shortly after the last chapter

Yuyuko Saigyouji, the imposing, darkly beautiful ghost queen, had changed Yutaka into a shinigami. Her eyes were now a blood red, and her hair was pale as a cold, rainy day, but still as sharp as a razor edge. Her clothes were now ever more Gothic, her black, tight-fitting corset now spiky, with several frills as dark as night forming from the dress. Her thigh-high socks were now ebony black and the same crimson as the fluid of life she was going to be draining.

Yutaka held her head down, "So, who shall I kill first, my master?"

Yuyuko pointed her pale, ethereal hand at the Shinigami, "You shall first reap the soul of Ran Yakumo, as her transgressions involved helping you avert fate, a practice I shall not allow!"

Yutaka, who had repented for her sins, tried to negotiate with the ghostly pillar of pure justice and pureness, "But she tried to stop me in the end! She's a good person!"

"This does not matter, I need the souls of any sinners, as that is my job. Go!" Yuyuko shouted, her voice echoing like a falling tree in an empty forest of despair and fear.

Yutaka nodded, her eyes fading from red to a deathly grey as ivory as Yukari's perfect skin, and she rose like an angel of death ascending from a blood-red rose field filled with cherry blossoms. Her hair glowed, like an ember which had lost its spark, and she levitated away from the unsettling sea of cherry-blossoms, descending into the real world like a plague of death...

The Forest of Magic, the Sunflower Fields, early afternoon

Ran Yakumo was walking through the golden-yellow sea of romance and emotion that filled itself as the spring slowly brought all the seeds that Dawitsu had planted to life in a spectacular blossom, and was stroking a tall, robust sunflower that reminded her of Dawitsu.

Holding it gently, she mused to it in a tender, illustrious voice, "Oh, why can't you be with me? Why did you pick Yukari, when I love you just as much?"

Of course, Ran did not know the subtle differences between love and lust, and her psyche was as purple as a lime in the heat of summer, and she began to gasp in excitement at the thought of caressing Dawitsu's perfect, muscular thighs.

However, the purple aura which lay within the realm of her ethereal sea of thought and fantasy suddenly was beset by a deluge of pure black, as if Dawitsu's pure raven hair had found its way into Ran's impure thoughts, however, it was not purity which had entered, but impurity.

The Gothic Shinigami of death was standing behind Ran, holding a scythe in her hand, and said in an impersonal manner as cold as the ice that glistens upon a rose in the cold winter months, "It is your time to die, Ran Yakumo..."

Ran turned around, and recognised the shinigami as quickly as she realised Dawitsu was the greatest, most attractive man alive, a speed faster than light and hope, and said, "Yutaka... what are you doing? What's with the hair?"

Yutaka looked downwards, almost as if her black heart was capable of remorse, and muttered, "I am a Shinigami, now... I have been told by my... superior that I have to kill you..."

"B-but... you can't be..." Ran stuttered, her voice wavering like a cherry tree in the soft ethereal breeze of summer.

"I am afraid that I am..." Yutaka explained, "I have to kill you now..."

Slicing at Ran with her scythe, which glinted in the darkness like a poison-lined white rose made of liquid silver, Yutaka continued, "I am sorry. It's nothing personal."

Ran side-stepped from the insane Gothic Lolita, and laughed in a nervous way, falsely thinking that the young woman was not evil enough to be a Shinigami, and because she was trying to see jewels within her tar-covered heart, she didn't attack the Death God, who continued to try and reap her lustful soul, which glowed a pink-mauve aura underneath Ran's chest.

"This has to be a joke! Stop this, now!" Ran shouted, but the Shinigami kept attacking, her perseverance as unlimited as the cherry blossom-filled pits of hell, until she finally engraved a large scar into the innocent kitsune's arm, soft liquid of life floating out in slow motion, time seeming to stand still as droplets of rose-red sanguine fluid exited the fox.

Holding the fox as she fell to the floor, caressing her gently and kissing her on the cheek as they turned as pale as a soft seed of a snowdrop, Yutaka mumbled to her victim, "I am... truly sorry..."

Ran struggled under the Shinigami's grasp, her breathing beginning to rasp and her heart beating as slowly as a rhododendron's soft green heart. Slowly raising her beautiful, dissolving hand to Yutaka's face, she said, "Tell... Yukari... that I'm sorry..."

Putting her full weight on Yutaka, the fox's eternal essence of liquid spirituality exited her body through the red line of cessation in her arm, and Yutaka took hold of it, her hands feeling a warm buzz of ephemerality, and she moved from supporting the Kitsune as soon as she took the soul for herself. Standing up, she walked through the ebony realm of darkness she had created until she found her way back into the blood-red world of the dead...

The Dawitsu Mansion, late evening

Although she was repeatedly experiencing pure liquid heaven, Yukari Yakumo had grown tired of the pure and wonderful antics she had been experiencing in the bed of the wonderfully pure raven-haired hunk of purity, and was drinking tea downstairs in the foyer of the mansion, sitting in the same place Yutaka was sitting in on the fateful night when she watched them through the gap.

Dawitsu was in the kitchen, making tea, a task so steamy that it required his shirt to be off, and occasionally, the condensing water on his hard abs needed to be dried off, which he used his shirt for. Once he poured the water that was almost as hot as himself out of the strange boiling device that he had into two cups, he placed a bag of herbs into each cup, and waited until the liquid was as brown as his ethereal brown eyes.

Once it was finished, he walked into the foyer, and gave a cup of tea to Yukari Yakumo, who's gratitude was as boundless as her gaps, and she then let her dream man sit on her lap, so she could feel his sensual, moist chest from behind. It was during this tender moment that a voice mumbled, "You are not alone, so don't act like you are..."

Standing up to look for who said those unsettling words, Dawitsu looked around before seeing a pale, translucent image of a certain beautiful fox youkai, although not as beautiful as Yukari. Pointing to the image, Dawitsu said in a voice like wet heaven, "Yukari... is that Ran?"

Yukari turned around, first to steal one last look at the sparkling, handsome youkai of beauty, and then saw the considerably less important wisp-like apparition of her former Shikigami. Her voice filling with worry, the Border Youkai asked, "Ran, are you playing a prank on us?"

"No, I am not. I am dead." Ran's spectre explained, "Yutaka killed me and reaped my soul..."

Yukari looked downwards, guilt filling her heart for leaving her all alone after the shikigami had saved their lives from the vicious Lolita, "Ran, what do you mean by 'reaped your soul'?"

"I have now been sent to Yuyuko's Netherworld. The only reason I am here at the moment is because I begged her to let me here one last time..." Ran's phantasm mused, "...I wanted to tell you... I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for trying to steal Dawitsu from you."

Dawitsu's body tensed up, and he hugged the apparition, Yukari letting him off because she knew that he was only meaning it as a friendly gesture, not as a gesture of rose-red love like the kind she experienced with him. Ran smiled from her side of the embrace of manliness, and said, "Also, I shall always... always love you, Dawitsu. I am so sorry..."

Ran broke a tear, and suddenly began to dissolve, liquid sparks flying from her image as they seemed to be carried off in the wind, "Also... just... before I go... I got to warn you. Yutaka is... Yutaka is..."

Ran's image was slowly being carried away, as if each spark was taking a small piece of her ethereal, ghostly phantasmal body, and her mouth just began to be carried away as she said, "Yutaka... is... a Shi..."

However, before she could finish her warning that would be able to save the Forbidden Lovers, she had completely vanished, her visible form becoming a pile of pink, ethereal cherry petals.

Yukari and Dawitsu looked towards each other, tears obstructing their view of each other's perfectly made eyes, and they held each other as they both released their liquid sadness from their eyes, soft, clear, glinting orbs exiting their bodies as they wailed in loss of their friend and Shikigami, and they decided to keep the cherry flowers in a small jar, and put it on the table, so they could see the beautiful remains of the fate-crossed Shikigami every day...

Author's Notes: Um... Michel? Is it okay is I don't do any author's notes today? I... I feel... feel... bad. I don't know what happened, but a green-haired woman... and then... no... no... NO! My... what... can I hug you? I... need... someone to tell me it's going to be okay...

Typist's Notes: Before I began my Typist's Notes, I decided to give this woman a hug... she seems very frightened by something, like she has gone through the mental trauma. Even when I finished the hug, she didn't leave like she did last time, she is just sitting in the corner of this room, rocking backwards and forwards... I wonder what has happened?

On the Typing Process, I have only one thing to say... what does 'ethereal' mean? She seems to use it a lot. Because if it is the word I think it is... that is, the English word for the éthéré... then the majority of her uses of it do not apply... or do they? I am not following of this story very much at all...

Reviews for Chapter Six:

Mateyuu Dawitsu: Okay, time to trash-talk this awful... whoa, what's she doing there in the corner? Is she okay?

(The Youkai Man and his Shikigami Woman seemed to abandon their review to look at the Lizard Author, and see if she was functioning. She stayed silent throughout, which is strange if you put into considering how much she describes him... something is not right...)

Ran Yakumo: Y-Yutaka killed me? B-b-but... she would never... hold on, what are you two still doing here, I thought you were going home once you were done... what's in the corner? Oh...

(Once again, this woman abandoned her review to ask of the Lizard Woman's health)

Yukari Yakumo: Ha! What are those three idiots doing, feeling sorry for her! She's still killed off both Yutaka and Ran in her deranged fantasies, written ridiculously inappropriate sex scenes between myself and that moron, and deserves everything she gets! I mean, come on, as if I wouldn't be able to tell when my Shikigami was in danger... also, Yuyuko is my friend, she would never want to kill Ran... well, at least not when under my control...

Yuyuko Saigyouji: Oh, silly author, you're getting it all wrong! I have no need for Shinigami, I can cause death in an instant, and I wouldn't have any sort of craving for souls, although that said, I could really do with eating a marshmallow right now...

(Oh, it seems the Shikigami Woman has decided to review after all)

Yutaka Hadekawa: Um... Miss Reiketsu, when you recover and are able to respond to this, all I have to say is this... I would never kill someone, even if a person forced me to. I would rather die than kill someone. And it's for this reason... that I have to feel sorry for you. I don't know who would do such a traumatising thing to you, but I can safely say I did not wish for this to happen. I hope you recover, as abominable a person as you are...

Hebiko Bimyouna: I'm... too late.