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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 5
Everything hurt in the oddest of ways. Your limbs were so heavy that you had a hard time stretching out. Even your hands felt like they were more stone than flesh. Your mouth opened up to let out some of the air trapped within but it was as though you hadn’t had a drink in days. Which was odd considering how much water was in the air where you were…
As you opened your eyes a wave of nausea hit you. The room was so bright. And there was an incessant buzzing that you felt like bees rushing through your head. The walls around you were...strange. Your hand touched a ground that was almost familiar but it too felt off. Had Kurama taken you to a new village while you were asleep? It was possible but unlikely; you couldn’t feel him anywhere.
Your stone-like hand woke up slowly as you placed it on your ribs. Your heart was beating so fast that it worried you. And there was a coldness down into your bones that gave you a horrible feeling. You couldn’t feel Kurama. Even inside of yourself it was like there was something not how it was supposed to be. That uncertainty was what caused your heart to beat in fear. You looked around to try to get a better understanding of where you were but that only made everything worse. There was some familiarity there but done in such a way or made with such a familiar that the world felt wrong.
Where were you?
Where was Kurama?
You flinched when you heard the sound of wood pushing against wood. One of the wall-doors opened up. There was a striking looking man sitting on his knees. You tilted your head as you looked at him. He wasn’t a man per say...he was something else. Something more perhaps. Either way he’d been the one to open the door.
“Where am I?” You asked, using polite phrasing.
Demon. Something in your mind filled in the fact that he was a demon. The word sprung forth in your mind as though it had always been there; as though it had just woken up from a nap. If you’d been standing up you had the sense that it would have knocked you down.
The frown on the man’s face didn’t help your discomfort. You blinked slowly as you took in his features. He had three ears on each side of his face, odd. Odder still were the multiple protrusions from his head. Who was this man that kept his eyes so still and closed?
“I am clothed. You need not keep your eyes closed,” you spoke out.
Though you’d been able to move your hand, the rest of your body didn’t feel obliged to move. Being as prone as you were made you feel quite a bit more fear. You did your best not to panic but with the way the stranger was regarding you with a frown on his face and his eyes closed did not help.
“You don’t need to be afraid.”
The words and rhythm of them sounded familiar. But at the same time what the Demon spoke was unfamiliar. You would have to say that your own words fell on ears that couldn’t understand them as well. There was just something about the lack of recognition on his counterence that let you know. So you started trying to understand the best way to communicate by asking questions.
“What?” You asked in the various languages you knew until one clicked into place. The funny thing was that more languages than you knew you had known came out.
One of the new languages to branch out - Japanese. It was the same language that Kurama had named himself from. Youko to denote his species like a title; Kurama as the name he took. He was vain enough to want to remind everyone what he was when they said his name.
“You need not be afraid,” Yomi switched to a younger form of Japanese; though you didn’t know that it was younger he did. “I have no plans on harming you.”
Though his words said one thing, his body told you something else. This demon in front of you could do a great amount of damage. His arms were well formed and strong. His shoulders wide and posture great. The way his white top wrapped and hung open let you see clearly defined muscles as well. There were also well cared for, almost delicate, claws on his hands. He tried to hide them by folding his hands over but you could still tell. The way his fingers laid let you know; though how you could tell was beyond you.
Youko Kurama was the only Spirit you’d been around for any length of time and he had just learned to take a human-like form. So how was it that you knew about how claws could alter hand positions?
“What do I call you?” You asked quietly.
“I should not be surprised that you do not recognize me,” though he spoke calmly you could still hear a touch of disappointment in his tone that made you feel guilty. “Much about me has changed in the last thousand years.”
One thousand years? Your eyes widened at that. Did he think you knew him from a past life? It was possible of course. Demons lived for a long time. Watching humans get reincarnated could have been like taking a nap for them or something. Yet there was a thread in the back of your mind telling you it wasn’t reincarnation. Something...something about him was familiar. Not as much as seeing Kurama in human flesh over fur but still. His voice...you just couldn’t place it.
“I fear you have mistaken me,” you spoke quietly, gently. You didn’t want to offend the demon in a state as prone as you were now. “I am nowhere near a thousand years old.”
“Nowhere near…?” The thought seemed to confuse him. “Is that some kind of a joke?”
“I assure you, I am not joking. Though I am far older than my human shell may seem I have not reached a thousand years. Nor will I for quite some time.”
The man, demon, before you was quiet. Something you had told him must have provoked deep thoughts. You tried sitting up once more but it was like you had no muscles in which to do even something as basic as that. Frustration welled up from within as you struggled to try again. The best you’d been able to do was get your elbows underneath you. As your arms shook, though, you realized you couldn’t even hold that for long. Fear and panic really started to set in for that one.
What had happened to you that had made you so weak? How were you going to survive if you couldn’t move?
The demon stood up, a frown on his face, as he moved over to you. Your heart thumped in your chest as he neared. The man paused as he realized the dangers of the situation before you did. Your energy started to swirl around your body like tiny barbs. The moment they pricked anything, they’d pull back the soul of the person they brushed.
“I will not harm you,” Yomi promised once more in a cautious tone. “I wanted to assist. To do that, I need you to calm down.”
Calm down? How were you supposed to calm down in your current situation? Everything hurt and you were in such a foreign place. On top of that you had information running through your head that you couldn’t remember the origin of. Like the word demon. You knew the man in front of you was a demon. But you couldn’t remember where you had learned such a word. And there was a lot more than that. Like as you realized what he was talking out, shock and disbelief joined in your fear.
Even as your arms gave out from under you, your energy was acting to defend you as per usual. Only...it was far larger and deadlier than you remember. The demon was right to stop his approach before he reached you. You had, unconsciously, been ready to rip out his soul. When had you ever learned to do that without trying? When had you gotten so powerful?
“You know me,” you breathed out with a great measure of disbelief. “How? How do you know me? Who are you?”
“My name is Yomi. We met over a thousand years ago,” the man explained. “Back then I worked with Youko Kurama. For a time I was even his second in command.”
It made no sense. Youko Kurama was younger than you. There was no way this man knew you through the reincarnation idea while still knowing Kurama. He was lying to you. He had to be. But why did that sound so familiar?!
“For the last five hundred years, you have been in a form of sleep. Spirit World kept you sedated so that they could use your power to maintain control on the human and demon world.”
“Demon world?” You echoed back the unfamiliar term with a question.
“It is the place where most demons have lived for the last five hundred years. A place that is separate from humans.”
That was hard to imagine. Especially as you could feel low level demons all around you. Nothing he was saying made any sense. He was telling you that you and he had met a thousand years ago, though you had been asleep for five hundred of those years. It was impossible; that left five hundred years unaccounted for in your memories at least. You weren’t even five hundred years old...But there were things you couldn’t explain at the same time. The room you were in was similar in style to what you knew but some of the materials used felt foreign. There were scents that even your human nose could pick up which you didn't really have words for. The constant buzz that filled the air. The air itself even felt heavier somehow in a way that had nothing to do with your physical state. Those weren't the only things that were off either. You had knowledge you couldn't explain such as words you didn't remember learning. Your power was beyond your imagination and it barely felt like you were trying. And the oddest sense of familiarity that you had when regarding Yomi seemed out of place too.
“Judging by your expression, this is all a surprise to you. Which tells me that there’s a larger issue at hand than even I had anticipated,” Yomi said with a disparaging chuckle.
“You laugh, sir, but I do not see what is so amusing,” you told him frankly.
“No, I do not imagine you would,” the demon said as his chuckling died off. “In the last few years I have made more false assumptions and predictions than I have in 700 years prior. I must be losing my touch.”
Still didn’t seem like something to laugh at to you. Not even with that self deprecating tone he had used.
“You are holding to the story that we met a thousand years ago?” You asked as you leveled your gaze on him. Not that he could see you do that as far as you knew. His eyes were still closed. “Then we do have a problem. As I’ve said; that is far from the age I am now even if I accept that I was asleep for five hundred years. I do not know you sir.”
This time it was Yomi that looked surprised. He asked in a slower tone as he tried to judge the situation as it came to him. "What was the last thing you do remember?"
You stayed quiet for a moment as you closed your eyes. Despite the fact that he hadn't attacked you yet, you didn't trust him. Even if you did trust him, there were some things that felt too personal to tell people. There were some truths that you didn't want to admit aloud much less tell people you couldn't remember.
"Why would I share with you my memories when I can not be certain that you're not using an elaborate ruse to fool me?" you asked him in return as you let out a deep breath, feigning relaxing. Not that it worked on him of course. Yomi's senses were far beyond anything you could comprehend.
"That is a fair question. How about...how old do you believe yourself to be?"
"To make a woman admit to her age is cruel indeed. In the interest of discovering the situation I shall oblige. I am around two hundred years old."
Yomi made a contemplative sound before asking without words to move in closer. You could see it in the confident yet somehow kind body motion as he tempted fate. There was a certain curiosity in you that wanted to see what he was going to do so you let him in your personal zone. Besides, offending the only other living soul in the area while you couldn't even lift yourself up didn't seem like the best survival strategy. Though it meant that he might be within reach to rip you apart you were also pretty sure you wouldn't go to the afterlife alone; you were confident that you'd be able to take his soul with you before your heart beat its last. Ripping a demon's soul from a body was relatively easy compared to other things you'd done over the years. Human souls tended to be a little more attached to their flesh than a demon's.
Thankfully you didn't have to test that out. Once he was allowed in your personal space, Yomi helped you to sit up. He sat down behind you with his legs folded perfectly. You even noticed that he'd brought a cup that sat not too far away on a tray to you. You sipped on the water slowly as Yomi held you up. When you were done you were able to set the cup back down by yourself as you frowned in quiet contemplation. Even the water tasted strange. Yet for the life of you, you couldn't pick up on any known poisons. Of that fact, you were were sure. You had made a study of medicinal plants and poisons by experimenting over the centuries you'd been alive. The action felt so strange - so gentle. He had claimed that you had known him a thousand years ago because he'd been working with Kurama. But the way he was acting it seemed like there was a lot more to his story. If you chose to believe what he was saying at all.
"Taking into account the five hundred years that Spirit World kept you prisoner, you are over three thousand years old," Yomi said a gentle voice.
You were glad that he'd waited for you to finish drinking because you nearly choked on air at that point. Yomi held you steady as you tried to get over your surprise at his words. Even though you were sure he was lying, there was something in his words that felt like the truth. Something that felt right. You might have been human but you had figured out how to keep yourself alive. You had been gifted with unique powers upon your birth. Powers that, as you traveled, you used to eat the souls and energy of the spirits...the demons. You were able to filter this energy, purify it. And as you purified it your body used it to maintain your prime state; as long as you kept your strength up and kept the energy coursing through your body as demons did, you didn't age. You had picked up on that rather quickly, actually, and had halted your body before you reached the middle of your life. Which, though you didn't know it, was much younger than what humans would now consider the middle of their life. But to stretch it on for 3 thousand years? No...that seemed...pointless.
"How?" you asked. "Why? Why would I force myself to live an endless life?"
"I promise all that I am to you; an eternity if that's what you want. But only if you promise me the same."
There was a pain in the back of your eyes that you couldn't shake as those words rolled through your head. They felt like a waking dream. A ghost's voice maybe. But they rang with your own voice. Which only caused the stress in your head to get worse. You furrowed your brow as you glared at the wooden wall not too far away. In addition to that errant thought you also couldn't completely dismiss what Yomi had said either. He had tried to insist upon so many things you knew couldn't be true that day. At the same time there were so many things you didn't have answers for. Perhaps the simplest way to make sense of it all was to accept what Yomi was saying. Still...you needed more information to do that.
There was a sound of thoughtfulness before Yomi answered in a somehow jovial tone. "I often wondered that myself when I met you. You were already nearing two millennia at that time. I had asked once and the only answer you gave me was that you had made an unending promise."
That seemed to fit with the ringing sensation that sprouted your headache.
"But I believe that was only half the truth. You were waiting for something," Yomi added calmly.
"Oh? What do you believe that was?"
"Something that all living beings want eventually - a legacy. I believe you were waiting for a time where you could pass on what you had learned to the next generation, to your children."
"...I have children?" That thought felt strange. It made your stomach turn. There was something about the idea of children that didn't work.
The demon shook his head behind you as he gently relaxed your position. You ended up leaning more than before, using his chest to support your head and his knees (ironically) were in the right spot to support your lower back.
"None that I know of. I suppose it's possible that you had children in the time before I met you. I just consider it highly unlikely."
Somehow that almost felt offensive. "Why is that?"
"Because I do not believe you to be the sort that would abandon your children or even your descendants to live with Youko Kurama in Demon World," Yomi said in an honest, straightforward tone. "You had such a nurturing spirit when I knew you that it seemed almost at odds that in hindsight, you were the one everyone should have feared instead of him. The world was too chaotic, too wild, back then for you to have left your family to fend for themselves without doing everything in your power to protect them."
You made a thoughtful sound as you absorbed his words. They were flattering in a way. Unfortunately there was guilt inside of your stomach at the thought. You had left your father to fend for himself after he kept pressuring you to get married. But he had been the one to pick that fight, not you. The closest thing you had to a family after that point had been Kurama. You had spent years apart from him at a time. Though it had never been your choice to leave him; he was part of you after all and the division had always seemed unnatural. Though you had gotten close to starting a family of your own a couple times...not that any of those times ever ended well.
"Where is he?" you asked quietly after a moment of silence. "Kurama."
The last thing you actually remembered was that he'd just spent the night revealing how quick he was to learn to use his human-shaped body. Afterwards you had woken up to this...place...with so much going on that it felt like this might have been a dream. Or a nightmare all things considered.
"Youko Kurama was hunted down by Spirit World's Special Defense twenty years ago. He died."
At which point you went silent.
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