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Yu Yu Hakusho: Rise	By : Demonic_Host Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yu Yu Hakusho: Rise
Chapter 3
You smiled down at the russet bundle of fur which was snuggled inside of a wool skirt you had been in the process of making. The small creature looked so cute as it slept. You envied the fox for how perfect it seemed. As the kit slept in your unfinished wool skirt, you worked on preparing dinner for your family. The small whimpers of the kit in your midst brought your attention away from cutting up the rudimentary vegetables that you and your father had been growing in the garden. The small thing was hungry. Setting aside your own dinner for the time being, you got a small bowl of goat's milk. Originally the milk was for some cheese which you planned to make but you knew that the little kit needed something to eat; you could spare enough if it meant he'd live. The milk went into an old leather bag that, at the corners, leaked. You held your hand at the bottom corner to make sure that the milk didn't escape before you were able to get the kit to latch onto it. While the goat's milk and leather bag might not have been as good as feeding straight from the breast of it's mother, it was better than letting the baby fox starve.
You slipped a little bit more milk into the old leather bag when the first batch ran out. By the time the kit was done with that he seemed to be content enough to go back to sleep. At which time your father ducked into the house. He stared at you with a look of bewilderment as you sat near the small fire. As nonchalantly as you could you put the old bag back onto your belt and continued with the vegetables.
"What is that there?"
You frowned as you stilled your knife. Based on the tone that your father had come into the house using you had a feeling he wasn't going to be thrilled about your latest project. Before you answered him you set what you'd already cut up into the pot of water on the fire.
"I found him in the forest. He was abandoned," though you had no way of knowing for sure that it was a 'he', seeing as you had never sexed a fox before, it was just a feeling you had.
Your father made a noise as he drew in closer. You watched in trepidation as the man pulled back just enough of the unfinished skirt to see what it sheltered.
"Take the creature back. It will bring nothing but trouble."
"What trouble can a baby bring?"
"It is not a baby," your father told you sternly.
"He is a baby fox," you argued.
"That does not make it a baby. Acair will not let you bring it with you."
You winced at the mention. Acair was supposed to have become your husband soon. Considering that you were a few years past marriage age as it was, you were probably lucky that any respectable man had still believed you worthy of the title wife. Unfortunately after the day you'd had you doubted the offer was still possible.
"What happened?" your father asked; he knew that look on your face far too well.
"There was another Spirit father…" you started off as you stirred the pot before putting the lid back on. "Acair did his best I am sure, but he was no match for it. So I put an end to the creature myself. His pride seemed wounded by my actions. He would not speak to me on the way back. We parted ways when I found the baby fox..."
You consoled yourself with the fact that at least he was still alive. Both of them honestly. Normally this would be the time when your father relented. It wasn't the first time that you had done away with a malevolent being in front of others. Nor was it the first time that you had wounded a male's pride by doing so. In fact, it was probably far more natural of an event for your father to process compared to the fact that you had brought home a wild animal.
But something seemed to snap in him. He struck out at you. The sting of his knuckles sent you spiraling to the ground from your little stool. You almost landed on the small fox that you'd rescued.
"You foolish girl! Acair will not have you now! How many times have I told you to leave the Spirits alone?"
Never actually. Not like he just had. This wasn't right — something was wrong. This man before you wasn't your father. His face was steeped further in the shadows and everything about the moment felt like a thousand pinpricks as he struck fear into your heart. You felt it racing as he kicked at your stomach.
"You will grow old! Barren! And it will be your fault!"
You were kicked again. In your pain you almost rolled onto the small fox but you managed to curl around him protectively at the last moment. You held him to you as you tried to breathe. When the beast that had become your father realized that you were protecting the kit he pulled him from you.
"Father no!"
Your cries fell on deaf ears. The nightmarish figure snarled and broke the kit's neck. His body spasmed as he fell back to the ground. You wept in fear and despair as you stared at the small thing. Waves of energy leaked out from around you as thousands of years crashed in your heart. All the while you clung to the dead little fox.
This wasn't supposed to happen...it couldn't be real...
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Koenma stared out at a view that was sure to haunt him. You were suspended in a cocoon of energy that set even his hairs on edge. Behind you was yet another ancient being meant to keep you under control. The creature blinked its large eyes as it looked at the young ruler. The Mara was keeping you in a cycle of nightmares based on the many years of your life. It twisted your memories into things that would cause you distress by the end of the sequence. The creature induced the nightmares just often enough so that you would extend energy to be gathered but not so often that you died. All the while demon energy was fed to you when your nightmares included you devouring energy from others. Feeding you special broths, the system of release and intake, and the demonic energy has been what has kept you alive for the last five hundred years. After all this routine mimicked how you had stayed alive long before that.
“Stop feeding her nightmares,” Koenma said to the small creature behind you.
The Mara may not have had sapien level sentience but it was smart enough to take simple commands. His father had made sure of that. Too bad not all in Spirit World were so well trained. He would appreciate people doing things when they were told every now and again. Koenma watched as it pulled spidery like fingers out of your head, repressing a shiver as he thought about how long the creature had been attached to you.
The young ruler called back to one of the Ferry women he'd brought, "We're releasing her. But keep her asleep as you prepare her to be moved to Genkai's temple. I don't want her waking up to a bunch of strangers after the last five hundred years."
Especially strangers that didn't currently have a caporeal body to protect their soul and spirit energy. The Reapers were a hearty lot who could use their energy to help others, as Botan had demonstrated often, but they would be easy pickings for you. After keeping you imprisoned for five hundred years in a loop of nightmares, Koenma had a feeling you wouldn't think twice about draining the guides until they ceased to exist.
“Prince Koenma—is...is that wise?” They asked as they brushed their hands down their dark ensemble.
“Just do it.”
The old psychic was not going to like the fact that he was using her temple without checking first. Unlike everyone else Koenma worked with, Genkai preferred her solitary lifestyle. It seemed that the older she got the more she liked to be alone. The gentle and quiet Yukina notwithstanding. Yukina was good for Genkai; a natural care provider. Koenma doubted you’d go seemingly unnoticed as Yukina did. But he didn’t really have that many options.
He watched as you were gently removed from the energy cocoon. Your hair brushed along the floor as your limp body floated out of the door. Koenma stood in the vast room as he stared at the confused nightmare creature. After centuries of feeding from you, the creature was bound to have a hard time adjusting now. The young ruler almost pitied it.
His eyes swept over everything once more before following you out. The room was a void. The only way in and out was the one he had created. And it had taken multiple Spirit Defense Force members to open and maintain the door. He could hear them struggling in the background in fact. They sounded far away as though his head was under water. Or like they were behind a very thick wall. What was far more frightening was the fact that as you had been removed from this particular space, the shadows of nothingness were moving in. The darkness crept along the bright space like smoke, eating up the light as your energy disappeared. The same energy which had fueled the Kekkai barrier for years.
They might have fed you demon energy (as well as other things) to do it but your body had acted like the perfect converter. Yet for the last two years the energy you converted had been feeding other projects that his father had set up as a fail safe...ones that Koenma wasn’t sure even he wanted to know about. As the darkness took over, the seemingly teenage boy realized that he needed to find out what you’d been fueling regardless of his own comfort. He did not expect it to be an easy investigation.
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There was a smile on your face as you traced down a sturdy and pronounced nose. The man's dark complexion was easy to see compared to your own, though nowhere near as dark as some you'd seen in your travels so far. He was beautiful and strong in his own way.
"Did you commune with the gods today, my love?" he asked.
The language he spoke had been strange to you at first. Though perhaps not as natural sounding as those who were born speaking it, your husband assured you that you spoke it well enough. You would hope so. After all, you had spent a couple of years in this region of the world.
"I did," you said as you gently stroked his cheek.
Speaking with the gods was how he could understand your powers. A lot of the supernatural beasts and Spirits were seen to be connected to the Gods in some way. A goodly amount of them were either servants or had offended them. Either way you have been protecting your latest home from these creatures. As well as continuing to collect information. Information, after all, was a source of power. Plus knowing more of the world and how it worked helped to keep you entertained.
His hand cupped yours and brought it back to his lips. He was warm and supple; surprisingly so considering how many scars he had along his body. The scars fascinated you. They were hints of fights and battles you had never witnessed. Your fingertips traced over the scars and of the muscles they were in as the meager clothes slipped from his body. Yours started to follow. Started but never finished as there was a menacing growl coming from the shadows. Your husband moved away from you and rolled over towards where his weapons were.
The sounds became clearer within seconds; you recognized them but they confused you. You fixed your clothing back into place as you worked on lighting another oil lamp. As the flame joined the other one, the originator of the sound moved into the doorway. Though you knew exactly who and what was there, you didn't have time to warn your husband.
The silver fox was quite a bit larger than any natural fox; larger than all the dog breeds you had seen too. He was crouched down in an attack mode and the sounds he was making were not friendly either. You started to stand up to go see if you could calm him down but your husband held out an arm to keep you back. That proved to be the wrong move to make. The fox lunged at him. Fangs and enraged eyes met you face to face as he gripped onto the offending arm.
"Kurama!" You called out to him in the first language he would recognize. "He was not hurting me!"
Within moments the limb was torn off regardless of your words. Blood gushed everywhere with every beat of the heart. Still your husband tried to swing the short sword at the fox. Off balance and damaged as he was your husband didn't stand a chance. Once the sword was out of his hand, Kurama went straight through the throat. He tore the human's head off but didn't stop there. His stomach was ripped open at the threshold of your door.
You could hear some sounds of alarm from neighbors in the village. The sounds of an angry fox ripping into a human and the yells of pain that had come before attracted the braver ones. Without putting much thought into it, you slipped on your new sandals and pulled Kurama away from the bloody corpse.
"We need to leave!" you spoke out to the enraged fox. "Now! We need to go!"
Taking on one human with a sword might not be a challenge to him; a whole village was another story entirely. Despite what he had just done you did not want to see such a majestic creature slain. Bloody as he was...angry as he was...he was possibly the only creature that could understand you.
And so you and he ran away from the village you'd made your home.
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