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Untold History	By : Aviarianna Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Crossovers Views: 1383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Untold History

By Aviarianna O' Lorien

Authors Note: I would like to thank those of you that have stuck by me for this and any other stories. I apologize deeply for my lack of updates, realizing that some of my stories have not been updated in as much as nearly 4 years. I am trying very hard to get back into writing, I went through a long series of situations melding with college, family, friends and work among other things, and the sorry fact is that I lost a lot of interest in writing, and in what I'd already written. But inspiration seems to have struck me, at least for now so I hope that you enjoy and that I can keep the creative flow going.

Disclaimer: I make not claim what so ever to the ownership of the series that these characters and places are a part of, I write for the sheer joy and expression, and do not make any money off of stories like this one. There…is that disclaimer enough?

And of course, thank you to Lady Kiren, my beta reader, and to everyone who has just now chosen to click on my story.

Chapter 2: On the Fickle Fates and Insomniac Bakers

Insomnia can be a real bitch sometimes, but it can also be like an old friend. For a large number of people the inability to sleep is a moderate problem. And for some, it can be a self-induced measure of remaining sane. For Avaria, who was barely managing to keep a grasp on the influx of new information about herself, surviving off of insane amounts of sugar, caffeine and other preservative filled beverages and foods that barely counted as sustenance, it was a small price to pay for sanity. No price is a small one when it is to keep the dreams and the visions away.

Thus the now grown brunette was bustling around the kitchen at her parent's house. She had just taken a batch of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and was replacing it with a sheet that would bring the current count to four dozen. Already naturally paranoid and fatigued, a wave of anxious sadness had come from nowhere (or so she thought) earlier that evening and washed over her so she did one of the few things that calmed her down. She started baking, and had been since midnight which was about an hour ago.

She closed the oven door with a heavy sigh and turned towards the kitchen table. After setting the freshly baked cookies on a cooling rack she sat herself down at the end of the table. In a vain attempt to ward off an oncoming headache she pinched the bridge of her nose, a habit she'd picked up from an old friend. It had been about a week since she'd last had more sleep than a quick catnap, and she knew without a doubt that tonight she would have to brave her bedroom, and get some sleep. The thoughts of what could happen in her mindscape during those few hours unsettled her, but the brown eyed young woman had long ago accepted the unfortunate circumstances that slumber came with at those times when she could no longer survive without a few hours of rest.

She did however choose to take a few precautionary measures. So, five Iburprofen tablets and enough sugary stuff to send any diabetic into a coma later, she managed to collapse onto her bed. Now, doubling the prescribed dose of painkillers and mixing it with enough sugar to send one into a semi-comatose state as fast as the body can turn the high into a crash is not healthy (nor author condoned) but it was the only thing that worked. By self-inducing a nearly comatose state she had a much better chance of a dreamless, black, blissful sleep. She would be rather disappointed tonight because it seemed fate had decided that dreamless sleep was not in the cards.

She stood, barefoot and pajama clad in that same stone room, the place so familiar to her it hurt. Silently turning in a small circle, her eyes took in the same visions that Kurama's had and with an equal amount of emotion. And slowly, step after small, quiet, step she had already begun walking the perimeter of the room while sliding her fingers over the painted walls, and over the soft moss of the green bed. Her hands barely brushed the fabric of the clothing and as they came to the mural that remained unfinished, stopped all together. She knew this place; it had not changed since her very soul had been ripped away from it.

This was home…and she was the one who had begun that mural.

Then gently, so very gently did she run her long nailed fingers over the painted figures as if afraid the very wall would begin to crumbled under the delicate pressure. She touched each figured in turn, naming each one inside her head but unable to speak them past the fast forming lump in her throat. Seeing all of this she wanted to scream! She wanted to cry! So sudden was this wave of anguish that turning away from the painting was as tearing away a part of her flesh. But by turning away, her eyes locked upon another form, huddled and crying in the middle of her old room.

"Oh…" The small whimper that managed to escape got no reaction, nor did her foot falls, soft though they were as she padded towards him.

A soft thud, muffled by the skirt of her long blue cotton nightgown sent small puffs of dust into the air as she kneeled in front of him. Almost involuntarily, she placed her hands over his own that still clutched the stuffed toy, willing him desperately to look up. To look at her because she knew him, and she knew that he needed to see her as desperately as she needed to see him. After an eternity passed in seconds he obliged with wide, teary eyes and water-stained cheeks. Despite the bright red hair and emerald gaze, despite the lack of ear, tail, fang and claw, despite every difference that had come over both of them, they knew.

"Avaria?" the name fell from his lips, timid and shocked.

"Hello ni-san." She smiled and squeezed his hands lightly to reassure both of them.

"I…I thought that you were dead!" Kurama's voice was soft but very excited.

"I'm not ni-san." The smiled faded only the barest bit as she looked down and mumbled, "Though at times it seemed like a good option."

"Don't you EVER talk like that again! Death is never more than an absolute last resort!" His voice and eyes had turned stern as she stared at her. Yet the more he looked at her the more he seemed to understand why she had said. After his initial panic after those words had worn off and after taking in the pale skin and tired, nearly listless eyes his own softened.

"I'm sorry Avaria. You look as though you haven't been taking any care of yourself at all."

"I haven't slept in about a week, until now. I don't wish to wake up but I know that soon I will." She gave him such a sad, pitiful look then.

But it was true, as lucid as it all was and as real as everything felt she knew she was going to wake up very soon. She knew it and yet she clung desperately to his hands and to the old toy as if that would save them both the pain of her fading back to the other Earth. And then she felt the toy, Ni-Ni as she had named him so long ago, being pushed completely into her hands. She looked down at the slightly dusty representation of her big brothers and then up into the face of only one of them.

"You're beginning to fade Avaria…" Kurama sniffled out, having given her what was once hers she had begun to fade away, losing her solidity little by little.

"I…I don't want to!" Her voice rose, she hugged Ni-Ni to her chest as tightly as possible and looked at Kurama, so frightened.

"I just got back, I can't lose this all again!"

"Avaria please calm down." Kurama pulled the girl flush against his chest in a bone crushing hug, rubbing her disappearing back in comforting circles.

"You may be fading but I want you to listen to me now, are you listening?" She nodded into his chest, one hand clinging to the toy and the other to his shirt with desperate grips.

"I will find you Avaria. I promise you that I will find you and I will bring you home." He pulled away slightly, so he could see her face. Second by second her form became more translucent and her body trembled with the sheer panic it caused. Her voice trembled along with her body as she spoke to him one last time.

"You really mean it?" She was nearly gone now, a fuzzy, shimmering outline of herself.

"With all my heart." As quickly as he could, he grasped the fuzzy outline of her face and pressed a light kiss to her forehead as she faded completely away.

She woke up in her bed then, clinging tightly to none other than the very doll that he had pushed into her hands. His last words, his promise, echoed in her mind, slowly fading in volume until all she had left was the watery image of him staring at her with that steely determination in his eyes. She knew that she should be comforted by his promise, he never broke his promises, but she could not stop the doubts that began to move in. Years and years of being stuck, of fighting and blood and living lies and trying so hard to figure everything out, how could he possibly find her again? She just could not see him managing to keep this promise, his most important promise yet.

For the first time in 3 years, Avaria cried.

**********Chapter Fin***************

Please Review, and please refrain from flames, and other hurtful comments. There is quite a difference between Constructive Criticism and flat out abuse. I have been writing for several years, please do not test my patience concerning this. I know perfectly well what Avaria is, and I don't need someone to tell me I am stupid for writing about her. Only unintelligent people will read stories all the way that they CLAIM to dislike.

To everyone else, thank you in advance.
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