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Untold History	By : Aviarianna Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Crossovers Views: 1383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho nor do I make any money off of it. This is purely for the pleasure and practice of writing.

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Untold History

Authors Note: If philosophical questions and heavy descriptions of wounds and death offend you or you count yourself among the squeamish masses I would suggest skipping this chapter. Of course if you made it through the last one relatively unscathed you have little to worry about. Either way you have been warned.

Warning: There IS death in this chapter. There is mention of Angels and severe descriptions of blood and gore. Please once again leave your religion at the door. Thank you very much.

Many thanks to Lady Kiren my beta reader. It amazes me that she's still looking after my stuff.

Disclaimer: Also a gentle reminder that I do not own anything except for my character and the relative plot. This is a form of self-expression along with exorcises in improving my skills as a writer.

Chapter 6: On Real Live Redemption and Death

Suddenly the world went silent. It wasn't the kind of silence that comes from deserted parks and it wasn't the kind of silence that you get from standing by a speaker at a rock concert. This was a thick type of quiet, it pressed in on her and everyone surrounding her as the blood dripped and the hearts beat. The silence was eerie and deafening, it was more than just quiet, more than a lack of sound where once there had been screaming, taunting, clinking of weapons, ripping of flesh, and thuds of the few bodies she'd managed to drop.

Every single creature had simply stopped to stare.

Their attention was not on the girl they'd been sent there to destroy. No, their attention wasn't on the girl with the limp left arm so full of dripping wounds it was a wonder it was still attached at all. There were no more taunts aimed at her ripped out hair or her obviously fractured cheekbones. No one paid any more attention to the way she stood so as to put as little weight on the leg with the sprained ankle and the cuts so deep that white bone was brightly visible nor the other leg that had some sort of sharp chain like things wrapped around it cutting into the skin. Her flayed back was forgotten, her cornered position against a chain link dugout fence turned to a background thought while her ragged breathing became a background noise. She had just managed to catch what little breath she could with what felt like a half collapsed lung, her good arm around her midsection getting stabbed at by the three splintered ribs poking through.

She wouldn't be able to hold out much longer this way. She knew it in the way her body was beginning to lose feeling. Of course that may have been the blood loss talking as no matter how quickly her body could heal it could do nothing to keep up with this crowd and now what little energy she had to put towards it was gone. She stumbled once, twice and again a third time until finally the bad arm was pressed shoulder to wrist against the meshed metal simply for the support. It wasn't like she could feel it anymore. Though now she could feel something.

In the silence a power like thunder was pounding through the crowd. It made her already busted knees shake horribly so that broken nails and bloody fingers reached back to grasp the fence. The power hit her hard but she stood her ground. Yet through the defiant stance of her mangled body there was an unmistakable look in her single working eye. Through the blood and the dirt she could feel that familiar flare of something sacred mixed with something dark coming ever closer to her and when it stopped her defiant chin dropped an inch and then another. Standing before her was the one person she had truly ever feared.

His name was Gabriael. His labels in many a world were Archangel, or the Angel of Death. He was that most loyal and holy creature of the heavens. In his long life he had once been her teacher, her trainer and her guardian. The Powers had deemed him as such but like her he had managed to see a different light and gained free will. Perhaps he was the truest form of a Fallen Angel and perhaps he had simply realized that complete and utter loyalty without question was incredibly wrong. Either way he had inevitably fallen and proved himself a formidable enemy and ally to many. And always he had led them to believe that he was crazy when he was not, always he had let them think he would be after their little prodigy. He knew her heart though. He knew the sadness in her eyes that had mirrored his for so long but a rogue is a rogue and he had known from the start what he would eventually do.

As her Godfather and guardian it was his duty to know such things.

As her Godfather and Guardian, such titles having never been stripped from him, he had a blood right. An ancient rule stating that if initiated the only one who could destroy the person in question was the one who claimed guardianship. It was, in essence, a way of being able to take responsibility if the person you were in charge of went off the deep end, went rogue. Now it was the rite that sealed her fate in what she assumed would be a very painful way.

"I claim my right to her blood as her rightful Guardian. Does anyone dare to dispute this claim?" His voice boomed above her causing her to flinch away from him. It reverberated around the area, through the silent crowd and no one dared to move or to speak. No one even dared to breathe for a moment as the Archangel Gabriael let his dark gaze lock on every single one individually in the span of only a moment. Intimidating would have been an understatement at this moment in time.

"Good," and suddenly that dark gaze was locked on her face.

She gulped noticeably and not without some pain, realizing her windpipe had not recovered from the crushing it had taken during the first wave of enemies that seemed like an eternity ago. The truth was it hadn't even been three hours. Yet when the fight stands at a hundred plus people hell bent on destroying just the one of you time doesn't really matter anymore. Despite this insane amount of terror that was turning what little blood left with in her veins to sluggish crystals of ice she managed to lift that chin back up and meet his gaze.

Avaria smirked in the face of her executioner.

Her executioner smiled right back.

No one caught the sudden movement of the 7 foot angel. His armor didn't shift or reflect light at all that would have given away his movement. He'd moved so swiftly that even Avaria was unaware for a moment what had just happened. She just stared at him, into the tan skin of his face and the dark brown of his eyes where she witnessed not some sick form of satisfaction but a sort of sadness. Why was he so sad? Wasn't this what he had been trying to do for the last several years?

"Gack…." She tried to speak but all that came out was a gurgling, choking kind of sound. Her mouth tasted freshly of that salty sweet metallic tang that only blood can manage. She wondered idly why a fresh wave of blood had bubbled up her throat again; she wondered why Gabriael was suddenly in a different stance that placed him just that much closer to her. Then like the rest of the crowd she followed the line of his white linen covered arm down to the large hilt its hand was grasping.

"Ah…"

There was a sword.

In her stomach.

Why didn't that hurt?

She tried to move only to find she was pinned to the metal fence behind her. So that was it then, the sword had gone all the way through her. She stared at the blood slowly trickling around the blade, marveling in the size of it. If she'd had to guess about it, she would say the damn thing was wide enough to have ripped into both her stomach and her good lung, easily punching through any bones in the way. It was a good shot, she finally felt the pressure of it, and the cold of the metal and the wet sensations of the life slowly flowing from her but still there wasn't any pain. Not really.

Until he pulled the sword out.

"AUGH!" Finally she had screamed, not in anger, not a warrior cry of going into battle but a painful, agonized, throat splitting kind of scream to accompany the bright spray of red as the sword ripped out of her. He had meant to do it as quickly and cleanly as possible but had found out quickly that the sword was the only thing keeping her upright. She had inadvertently torn herself up more, causing that fresh wave of excruciating pain as she fell to her swollen knees.

"Ah…ah…guh…" she could barely breathe, staring at the trickling hole in her abdomen. It turned out she did not have that much more blood left to lose now and the mere thought made her smile a broken little smile.

It really didn't hurt anymore.

She began to fall then, face first towards the ground but strong arms caught her. With more gentleness than she could ever remember receiving from him before she was lowered slowly to the ground on her back. Above her she could see the stars shining brightly and her Godfather's face staring at her and all all that was in his eyes were was acceptance and sadness and she wondered why that was then decided she did not care. In that instance she had realized what no one else had wanted to; that he had never gone rogue in the first place. This was the "Why" that had plagued her for so long and now she knew. There was nothing left now but to easily accept everything that had come from it.

"G…Ga…Gabe…." she swallowed the blood trying to choke her and instead let it coat her sore, raw throat, "Th-ank….You." She looked up at him with those big burnt orange eyes of hers. He saw in her then the child she had been, and the old soul she had become. She was confused, she was tired but she was no longer scared of him or of the death she was meeting. In those eyes he saw his own redemption because she had forgiven him.

"It is time that you went home my child." Here he smiled; it was a tiny secretive little quirk of his lips as he watched the light in her eyes fade away.

The blood stopped flowing.

Her heart gave a single, solitary beat to end its rhythm.

And that was how Avaria died.

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

If you have managed to make it through these chapters I thank you very much. I will also tell you that the next few chapters will involve introductions, reunions, rehabilitations and as some of you have asked for there will be explanations. We had to get through the worst before we could get to the better after all. Although we all know that when the portal opens there will be a lot of tension. Thank you all very much.

~Aviarianna O' Lorien
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