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The Worthless Humans	By : Oreana Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 9953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Notes:
I might stop uploading this story on AFF.net. Why?
Because I don't like uploading a story where you get graded by people
thanks to a little 1-5 star average. Most people can just come by and
rate down and never explain why they did so and it really gets my goat
when people do. So if this story goes dead right here and now, I
apologize. I just have no reason to upload it to get unjust ratings
without explenations. ^^;

Toodles. =3

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The chirps of the birds that morning echoed about
the south
of Makai in the wooded area that surrounded the demonic city nearby.
What
looked like a quaint little hut sat in the middle of the towering Makai
trees
with a bit of smoke coming out of the chimney. It held a homey feeling
about it
from the outside as the window blew gently in the breeze that morning
whilst
the birds sung their morning song to add to the serene feeling. Amongst
the wild
birds native to the demon world, the male pearl cockatiel made its way
through
the trees and towards the opened window with the message in his beak.

The talons of the bird perched upon the
windowsill, his toes
dancing upon the woodwork of the window to make himself known since his
beak
was full before placing the rolled up letter down to tweet and sing a
peaceful
song to the head of blond hair he recognized as the demon was lying
face down
in his paperwork.

“What!” Suzuka suddenly snapped throwing his head
upright
with a piece of paper stuck to his forehead from obviously sleeping
upon it for
too long. “What is it? Who is there?”

The pearl cockatiel couldn’t help but jump from
the booming,
demanding voice of the weapons expert. His crazy, screeching echoed
about the
room as the bird went nuts flying within the little hut to flutter
about in
confusion.

Suzuka grabbed onto the paper covering up his face
to
crumble it with frustration covering up his face before realizing he
had fallen
asleep there and was dreaming. He had wasted the night away once again
doodling
upon paper what he planned on his next weapon designs to be and now
some of it
was printed upon his face no thanks to lying there upon the ink all
night.
“Dammit,” he swore to himself as he threw the piece of paper into the
trashcan
not too far from his desk near the window. Sighing at the block he was
having
in making better weapons for demons, Suzuka rested his cheek upon the
back of
his right hand while closing his eyes in thought as he tapped the pen
in his
hand upon the empty sheets before him. “Now I am back to square one.”

The male cockatiel that was still causing a
commotion eventually
drifted before the narcissist, flapping his wings wildly in his face as
if to
get the demon’s attention.

The blond haired demon opened his eyes with a
slight hum to
see that the rare bird from Human World was there trying to get his
attention.
“What?” Suzuka asked with a cock of his thin, blond brow. “What do you
want,
Coo-coo?” Coo-coo was a name Suzuka just pulled out of thin air seeing
as the
bird continued to come back to his house now and again and he was just
fooling
around with the bird one day when the name came to him.

The bird landed back on the piles of paper he had
upon his
desk before pecking for the note he brought with him. Grabbing onto the
edge of
the paper, he turned around to show it to the demon before flapping off
over
Suzuka’s shoulder to land elsewhere in the small house.

Grabbing onto the note that the bird had dropped
for him,
Suzuka looked it over and read it to himself before the door opened in
the
front to hint someone was coming inside. Swirling around on his chair
that
creaked with his movements, the demon noticed it was merely a teammate
of his
he had been training with for a few months now. The swordsman, with
tied back
lavender hair, blinked a few times at the bird lose within the house
before
turning to the workaholic not too far away from the front door.

“That bird made its way back inside the house,” he
couldn’t
help but complain a bit as he watched the bird perch upon the bed that
belonged
to Suzuka.

“Oh, stop complaining, Shishiwakamaru,” Suzuka
demanded as
he continued to eye the note before him in thought. “Coo-coo is allowed
in here
whether you like that or not.”

Shishi merely turned his nose up at the bird as he
waved it
away from the covers it had roosted upon so he could sit down. “What
are you
reading? Have you created those weapons yet you were babbling about
forever
ago?”

Suzuka ignored Shishi for a moment as he flipped
the paper
back and forth with a slight chortle, “Well, apparently I have a
student here I
need to teach or a secret admirer.” His eyes gazing over at the
cockatiel that
was only know to those in Human World, Suzuka used his index finger to
gently
pet the bird on his topknot. “Where did you pick this up, Coo-coo?”

The pearl cockatiel merely chirped and barked a
few tones to
the demon as he flapped his pure white feathers about.

“Well, I got lost in thought during the night,”
Suzuka
responded to Shishi’s question, “but then I fell asleep and the plans
got all
over my face.” Sighing a bit at his own behavior he found to be unlike
him, he
put the letter that the bird gave to him under a statue he had on his
desk
nearby that was of a griffon posed in attack to keep it from blowing
out the
window. “So now I have to start all over again thanks to lack of beauty
sleep.”
The male cockatiel that was so affectionately
named Coo-coo
flew quickly over towards Suzuka’s shoulder to perch there for a moment
to nibble
on the demon’s ear. He was hungry and he wanted to be fed for his
delivery.

Feeling the nibble to his earlobe, Suzuka yawned
with a
slight stretch before eyeing the hungry bird on his shoulder. “What is
it,
Coo-coo? Are you hungry, is that it?” Pulling back the sleeve on his
right arm,
he looked at his watch to catch the time. “Well, I guess it would be
considered
time to feed you. Then I can wash this crap off my face and get back to
those
weapons, eh?”

Shishi said nothing as he remained there upon the
bed as
Suzuka disappeared into his favorite place in his entire hut, his
bathroom.
Pushing himself up off of the bed, he grabbed onto the note to read it
himself
seeing as curiosity gripped a hold of him. The note smelled of bird
mainly so
he couldn’t pick up a trace of demon or human. “I wonder who Nari is.”

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The stable that the water demons had used before
hand for
their livestock had been situated for the demon’s liking. After six
months of
torture and hell with their masters, each slave was dragged out to the
stall
they had chosen. Nari was pulled around by Yomi seeing as Yoko Kurama
stayed
secluded lately in thought. The young woman merely hissed a bit at the
harsh
pulling but said not one word to her master that was obviously not in
the mood
at that moment.

“Come on, you bitch!” Yomi grumbled, tugging on
her chain
harshly to get her to the stall he felt would fit her most.

Nari’s bare, bruised and dirty feet made their way
after the
hurried demon as he finally stopped her right at her new stall door. It
was
much larger in space than the previous stall she dwelled within and
that made
her a bit relieved for the sake of her child who wished to wander
about. She
could also see a blanket that was there upon the straw but to keep it
where it
was resting, Nari made not a single smile towards it when Yomi’s anger
filled
eyes caught her obedient expression.

Unhooking the chain from her neck shackle, Yomi
kept the
door open before kicking her on inside. “Get in there, you worthless
piece of
crap!”

She managed to catch herself and not drop her son
she held
tightly in her arms as the demon forced her inside of her new home.
Landing
upon her right hip, Nari kept her sight hidden from Yomi through her
long, broken
hair so he wouldn’t see the venomous look she kept upon her face at
that
moment. She hated him every time he tossed her around. She was eager
for
revenge and now more than ever she wanted that response to her letter.

The demons left one by one allowing the slaves to
get used
to their new housing for the night that was coming seeing as a few were
going
off to raid under Yoko Kurama’s whim—at least that was what they
believed was
going on. It was hard to believe that demon wanted to do anything
lately concerning
the condition he was placing himself within.

Sighing out her anger, Nari pulled back her hair
in a bit of
rope she managed to scramble up in the mansion on the floor, keeping
her hair
out of her way as she erected herself to look about the stalls nearby. Now, she wondered to herself, who are my new
neighbors? Nari looked
over to the right of her stall to see that her neighbor there was not
somebody
she was accustomed with. It was a young, female teen from Germany and
she
didn’t speak an ounce of English, making it difficult for Nari to
converse with
her. Her hands embracing the bars before her that enclosed her within
her
stall, she sighed yet again looking for someone in the crowd that was a
familiar face before finally pinpointing one right in front of her.

The male from the Philippines was her neighbor
right across
from her. She could clearly see him now as he was curling up upon his
blanket
he was granted to pick at the hay in his stall and look up at the
ceiling until
exhaustion was to overtake him. She still did not know his name and
obviously
he never gave it or couldn’t remember it as Nari tried her hardest to
get his
attention.

“Psst,” Nari hissed from where she was, trying to
make him
look her way. “Psst, hey!” Realizing that this was getting her nowhere,
she
quickly hunted for something she could throw in his direction to get
him to
look over towards her. Eventually her bruised and battered fingers came
upon a
small pebble that she used to throw at his stall.

The pebble bounced off of the iron bars, forcing
the male to
quickly come to his senses at the clang that awoke his senses. “Oh,
hey, it’s
you again. Did that demon ever write you back?”

“No,” Nari sighed sorrowfully, leaning against the
bars of
her door with her back facing the finely polished wood of her
enclosure. “It’s
been six months and I haven’t gotten a thing back.”

The Asian male could merely shrug slightly in
attempts to
thinking up excuses for the demon not responding so quickly. “Well, he
is a
busy demon.”

“You mean when he’s not caught up in his looks?” A
familiar
Aussie accented female asked from not too far away.

The male couldn’t help but scoff at Nari’s new
neighbor to
the left who was obviously the Australian woman that spoke to her and
Candy
about the letter months ago. Looking at the wood that blocked the two,
Nari
rapped her knuckles upon it to catch the woman’s attention.

“Hey,” she whispered slightly, “is that you from
months ago?
It’s me, Nari.”

“I know who the bloody hell you are,” the woman
joked
slightly as she picked at the dirt underneath her nails from where she
was
sitting within her stall. “What happened to that woman I saw you with?
What was
her name? Candy?”

Nari sighed through her nostrils as she looked
about the
area she could with a shake of her head. “She must be further up or
down
because I don’t see her. What are your names? I never found the chance
to ask
you both before.”

“Just call me Sally,” the Australian woman
insisted. “I
don’t remember my real name but if a name helps, call me that.”

“What about yours?” Nari asked, looking at the
Asian male
who was still eavesdropping from his stall not too far away from theirs.

“Call me whatever you want,” he answered with a
slight scoff
as he played with something he must have found in his stall out of
view. “A
name matters little to me down here.”

“How about I call you Felix then?” Nari suggested
since he
was making it difficult. ‘Felix’ didn’t object to the name, making Nari
believe
after a moment or so that it would be okay to call him such though she
couldn’t
help but sigh at his inability to cooperate. Looking up at the window
that was
within her stall, Nari brought her knees to her chest with a brief,
sidewise
grin. “I hope that bird makes it here…I really need that letter.”

“If you ask me, either way, we might make it out
alive,”
Felix retorted from where he was lying on his back, throwing something
up in
the air and then catching it again.

“Don’t you sound so sure,” Sally retorted with a
playful
mocking tone. “And why exactly are you so sure?”

“If you ask me,” Felix began, continuing to play
with
whatever it was he had his hands on, “the little guild Yoko Kurama has
gathered
is falling apart right before him.”

Nari could only cock her brow at his words. In a
way she
felt infuriated that he would continue to try and get her hopes up as
she sat
in the stall, watching her son closely as he got settled there upon the
blanket
they were given. She had already laid her life on the line for this
‘beautiful’
Suzuka, and now Felix was going to spout out more fairytales. “You and
your
crap, Felix,” Nari grumbled irritably. “If anything was crumbling, I
would have
heard my Master Yoko Kurama going crazy about it.”

Felix scoffed in return at the female that wanted
to be
blind to what was going on before her as he finally situated himself
upright on
his right side. “You are completely blind, aren’t you? Yoko Kurama has
done
nothing the past few days and that horned, coal black haired master of
yours is
trying to take over things from behind his back. He is taking members
of the
thieving guild out on raids Yoko Kurama doesn’t approve of and the
numbers are
decreasing. Did you not notice that? Some slaves are losing masters!”

There was cheer in that last line as Nari listened
a bit
closely to what he had to say. She was so wrapped up in her grief and
anger of
losing Kuronue that she dared not look at the evidence lined up before
her very
nose. “So what are you saying?” Nari pried, “Are you saying that I
shouldn’t
rely on this other demon for help?”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Felix wondered aloud in a
high
whisper. “Taking down Yoko Kurama is going to take all the help we can
get at
this point. Wait for that letter and pray he sends it to you. We need
to take
down the head master of this sick plan while that other master of yours
takes
out the rest of the enlisted members.”

“Why don’t we just wait it out?” Sally asked with
a slight
shrug, her weary hand gripping upon the bar of her stall door. “From
the sound
of it, the demons are killing themselves.”

“Yoko Kurama is not that stupid, so don’t be that
stupid
either,” the young man insisted through his teeth. “Now if you’ll
excuse me,
story time is over. I am ready to sleep so that I can have all the
strength
necessary to tend to that stupid bitch of a demon.”

Nari could only look over her shoulder at the wood
that
separated her from Sally once Felix turned his back to her. She could
hear
Sally deciding the same thing as well before she rested her chin upon
her knee.
Yoko Kurama and Yomi are battling against
one another? Neh…that can’t be right…can it? The battered woman
didn’t want
to believe that something so simple to see would be going on right
beneath her
very nose and she was unable to catch it. But a part of her prayed it
was true
as she turned to her son to cozy up with him and ready to sleep for the
hours
granted her.

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For once in her many times spent in Makai, Nari
actually
slept better there upon the soft, plaid blanket there beneath her with
her son not
too far away. The thought of her masters not being near her helped Nari
not
worry about being kicked in the face of in the stomach or the back,
though
every time the barn doors would creak open, she couldn’t deny a ping of
anger
and annoyance that shrouded her face as she opened her eyes quickly in
attentiveness. Ever so often, a slave would leave and allow Nari the
pleasure
of sleeping once more, but during mid-morning she was not as fortunate
as the
silver fox was heading for her stall door with his fists at his side.
Yoko Kurama opened the locked door with a miffed
look about
him. He wasted no time in pulling the chain from the bar doors once he
got the
padlock off so he could step inside. Grabbing onto her ratted mess that
was
considered hair, the fox demon snarled angrily with his fox ears flat
across
his head. “Wake up, you runt! I want you to come with me.”

Nari was already awake and furiously gazing at the
wall
before her seeing as Yoko Kurama couldn’t see her expression, wrinkled
in
nothing but utter hate and distaste of his presents. Trying her best to
look
innocent once more and helpless, Nari sighed softly as she turned
around for
her master once he released her hair. She was not allowed to speak—the
same
rules applied as always as she kept her mouth shut this round.

“Get up and follow me,” he ordered sternly as
ever. “And
don’t you dare bring that abomination with you! He can handle himself
just fine
in this stall alone!”

At that moment, Nari almost broke the rule fearing
for her
son to be left alone by himself in such a place. She had never been
separated
from him in such a long time and the thought of doing so now killed the
small
bit of her that was still alive. She parted her lips to speak, but the
glare
that the demon gave her made Nari remember that maybe she could afford
to be
apart from her son just this once to get them free.

Seeing that Nari was going to obey, Yoko Kurama
grabbed onto
her neck shackle and pulled her closer to him harshly so as to latch
the chain
upon it. “Now come and don’t you dare make one false move,” he hissed
as he
tugged Nari harshly to her feet and then out of the barn.

Okuro quickly ran to the barred doors that slammed
before
his face, leaving him without his mother for the first time in awhile.
He
whimpered several times, with his ears lowered in what appeared to be
submission. He wanted to go with her but even he knew that he was
unable to break
the bars that contained him, leaving the half breed to stay behind in
the stall
alone for once in his life.

The multiple-roomed mansion was soon standing
there before
Nari once more as she was hurried towards the building for some odd
reason. She
could only wonder what he wanted this round. Lately he had beaten her
for
revenge on Kuronue’s death feeling she was still held responsible while
she
still blamed him in the same way for not helping the demon she loved
sooner. Regardless
Nari had gotten used to it, and she took it with the same rebellious
attitude
as always. More scars and bruises were added to her collection, but it
mattered
little to her. Who would love her now with such a horrific looking form
beyond
the demon who she held close to her heart?

It wasn’t before long as the young woman fell upon
the
carpet there before her that was close to the foot of Yoko Kurama’s new
bed. Flinching
from the impact, she kept her anger hidden behind her hair not wishing
for the
demon to see her boiling rage.

“You are to remain inside of this room, you
worthless
bitch,” Yoko Kurama remarked sourly. “I have other matters to tend to
first
before dealing with you once more.”

The more Nari focused upon his tone, the more she
couldn’t
help but find something new within it. He was worried. Yoko Kurama
actually
sounded worried to her as she looked up at him with a confused
expression upon
her features only to catch the glaring, cold look within his golden
eyes. What has him so concerned? Is what Felix
said true or is something else bothering him?

The demon said not another word as he quickly
headed out of
his bedroom in a flash, showing how eager he was to get to wherever it
was he
was heading towards.

“Well, that was odd,” Nari remarked to herself as
she
brought her legs closer to one another. “He sounded almost like he was
worried
for me…or, I don’t know, that damn fox is way too complicated.” Waving
off the
feelings that embraced her before, Nari gradually got to her feet as
she headed
towards the windows that arched behind the bed and curved slightly
about it.

Embracing her form for a moment, she hummed in
thought as
the raging waterfall kept her attention for awhile. Looking at her body
for a
moment in boredom, Nari began to count some of the scars on her skin,
remembering each one and the story behind it. She wished not to dwell
on such
things but when you’re alone and with nothing to do, the worst of
memories tend
to get the best of you. As she remained there upon the side of the bed,
a
tapping sound against the glass was heard as Nari shifted her focus
from her
wounds to the glass windows.

A smile spread across her features as she saw the
male
cockatiel there with another note in its beak. “Oh, he made it!” She
cheered
softly before realizing that there was no way for her to retrieve it
without
going outside. Scratching her forehead in thought, Nari began to
concoct a plan
before pointing to the right of the building. “Outside—meet me
outside.” She
wasn’t sure if the bird understood her as Nari quickly darted to the
bedroom
door to open it and peak just beyond the doorway.

Being that Yoko Kurama had his privacy far away
from the
others, Nari knew she had a slim chance of being caught but it never
hurt to be
cautious for who knows where each demon was. Closing the door silently
behind
her, Nari dashed as quietly as she could towards the front doors.
Peeking
beyond the corner to view who was about the main room, she caught
nobody before
dashing as quickly as possible to the double doors that were made of
fine wood
to throw them open and make her way out to the right side of the
building
without being caught so far.

The pearl cockatiel remained quiet as he fluttered
down
towards the woman he recalled seeing with his master that night he took
off
months ago. His talons embedding gently within her shoulder, he dropped
the
note within her opened palms for her to read.

“Good boy,” she cheered as if he were a puppy dog
before
unrolling the note to read what it had upon it.

Dear Nari,

I apologize for not
getting back to you sooner, but I am working on my own weapons for the
time
being to make me stronger. You understand.

As far as the Makai
plants go when dealing with what you spoke of—there are many out there
that do
many different things. You’ll have to be more specific in the next
letter you
send me for I can only write down so much, you see, for there are
several
different species and all those species do many different things when
combined.

Clarity, my dear,
helps.

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