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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

Authors Note: I realize the last few chapters have been very dark, very gory, and very much of the scope of depressing. And confusing, yes I am aware of that and if you've stuck with me this long then congratulations. The light at the end of the tunnel is coming, along with some tension, some twists, some cuteness and a whole lot of explaining.

Chapter 7: On Intensive Tension

This was it, dear gods above this was the moment. Winces all around as four ex-detectives, one grim reaper and one godly prince watched a sword get plunged into the brunette's middle and then viciously ripped back out. Kurama growled at first before witnessing the suddenly gentle movements of the angel lowering her body to the ground. It was at that moment when her body was fully splayed on the ground that the portal's window started shimmering. There was a pulse within its core, beating soundly along with the dying girl that it showed.

Ba-bump…ba-bump…ba-bump…

Ba…Bump…

The beat stopped.

The portal cleared.

But it wasn't a rush through it like many would think. Kurama didn't burst into the park to take her body back yet there was no hesitance in his movements either. He walked with nothing but utter purpose through the vortex connecting the worlds, the look on his face stern and sad while his head was held high like the dignified apparition he was. There was, however, no way to hide the tear tracks and the slightly red, strained appearance of his eyes.

Not that anyone could blame him for it. As it was, while he had no hesitance to his slow steps the rest of them did. Botan and Koenma held back completely while Hiei, Kuwabarra and Yusuke followed him at a respectable pace. They would help if he asked for it but truly this was a time to give the fox spirit a bit of space.

This was personal, after all.

Once everyone was through they watched as Kurama knelt by his little sisters cooling body, brushing aside some stray hairs that hadn't been matted or ripped out. In fact these hairs were shockingly intact and free of dirt or blood. They were just that beautiful brown that he knew so well, like burnt orange color of the eye that was still able to stare up at the starry sky even after its own light had faded away. Now instead of that orange sparkle there was nothing, nothing but that glassy brown.

"Avaria…" his voice was nothing more than a breath as he stared at her. Then his eyes locked fiercely on the winged man who had been her murderer.

At that moment in time Kurama could have done anything to Gabriael. He could have rushed the angel with his rose whip, sliced off his wings, plunged his claws into the tall man's chest and ripped out his still beating heart. No one would have stopped him, not even Gabriael himself. Kurama was ready to do all of that, kill the one that had killed the girl he had only just found again. Yet when he sent that fierce look to Gabriael's eyes he stopped himself from moving. Those eyes….those dark, brown eyes that looked so much like Avaria's were pleading with him. For what he didn't know but it was enough to freeze him.

"Do you understand what has happened tonight, Kurama?" His voice wasn't that booming, intimidating thunder anymore; it had turned to a soft, sad intonation of spoken words."Do you know why the ransom was her life?"

"I have my theories…" the fox answered cautiously, watching the angel as he arranged her limp arms in that oh so famous peaceful pose over the bloody hole in her abdomen.

At this time, the many creatures that had combined forces to destroy her had vanished as their purpose had been fulfilled. Silence reigned except for the sounds of Kurama and Gabriael, but it was no longer that thick quiet. It was instead an intensively expectant kind of quiet, the three ex-detectives and the fox waiting to hear what the killer obviously had to say.

"How old was she when she was taken from you?" The angel queried, his eyes now staying tightly locked on the cold hand he still held.

"…She was nearing the equivalent of a 13 year old human," the demon answered slowly, eyeing the scene with his hands still set against her pale cheeks. Would this supposedly holy creature force him to relive her first disappearance in the face of her gruesome death?

"Ah. Our world is not so different from your own human world on the surface of things." Gabriael sighed softly and eyed the whole group before returning his gaze to Avaria.

"Story time children, take a seat."

Even Hiei knew better than to argue something as petty as being called a child as he sat on the battered park lawn.

"Once upon a time the Powers that be held a Council that controlled a group of dedicated beings known as The Oglum. This group was a very powerful organization; they regulated all manner of creatures, keeping the underworld in check while making sure that humanity lived in a fairly realistic cocoon of ignorance. Myths and legends were used as tools to keep humans in a delicate balance of belief and dis-belief so that the Powers could continue their existence while still operating from the shadows. If humanity learned the truth of the world then things would surely go to utter chaos. But these powers were not wholly satisfied with things and in a fit of pure impatience they sought out someone impressionable yet powerful enough to head an obviously corrupting group of hunters and archivists. In their search they found a candidate in one of the worlds used to keep people in the half-light. It was a truly popular television show and comic book, stirring up just enough wonder and belief to sustain the Council while still instilling a sense of "This can't be real." So….in the dead of the night, the Powers stole away a child from the Makai world mind, body and soul. Avaria was thrown into a world not her own, and expected to protect it as though it was. She was also thrown to a trusted old soul to train, guard and inadvertently mold," he looked then at Kurama, and those eyes so like hers were a mixture of hard and utterly guilty, "at that time I had not yet begun questioning things but when this child was thrust into my care so suddenly I had little choice but to wonder. I trained her well…but the skills she had taken with her from your world helped tremendously. I do not believe there had ever been a better warrior, more ruthless or more compassionate with that natural loyalty to those she cares for most. I was her godfather at first simply in title…but I care for her greatly, as though my own child."

"Then why did you leave her to those vultures?" that was an extremely loaded question and both Gabriael and Kurama knew it, yet it had been Yusuke who had asked.

"My gain of free will was very sudden…at first it caused me to lash out and I could not do that to her. She had already begun questioning things she wasn't supposed to. I thought that if I stayed I would do more harm than good…I left her, letting them claim me a rogue. The plan was to gain control of myself and return for the child I had come to love. My plans were unfortunately not to be as for many years she was protected and fed lies about me and even herself. I was so proud when she finally broke free of them, even though it was the crumbling of the group that did it. In the end she had to rebuild some semblance of the organization from the ashes. This world cannot be left to fend for itself…not yet. Those creatures you witnessed tearing into her were all brought together by vengeful gods who didn't want to let her go peacefully. I…could do nothing to stop it…"

"You could have claimed your blood right at the very beginning!" Kurama was shaking as his voice rose harshly at the man still holding her broken hand, "you could have spared her this torture, why didn't you?" The only thing holding him back from striking out was that horrible need to know why.

"She would never have forgiven me...for years she took the lives and freedoms of these people. Do you understand this? This whole situation has redeemed us both; I only wish it had not taken me so long to retrieve this…" To everyone's surprise that little plush toy Kurama had pushed into her hands so many months ago was pulled from the angel's armor and tucked under her hands, "perhaps it is a petty thing to do, stupid even but this toy is so important to her that I had no choice but to retrieve it and truly, perhaps she knew that it would delay me. I think that we both knew that it would come down to this…the two of us in this world." Finally Gabriael stood and slowly turned away.

"Take her home Kurama and I will continue my work here. And promise me one thing," fierce brown eyes met suspicious, stern green and gold, "do not ever let her come back to this place."

And then he was gone. Nothing remained of him but a stark wind in the quiet night that quickly faded away. In his wake was both confusion and understanding about the life she had led here and why it had to end as it did. The scent of blood and dirt assaulted Kurama as he finally lifted that broken body into his arms, and began the short trek back to the portal following his friends. Before he took the final step through he turned to sky of that strange universe sure that Gabriael could still here him.

"I promise."

Promise fulfilled.

Kurama brought his little sister home.

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

I had a quaint thought…that this particular story would do better if completed here. Of course there will be a sequel to it, I can't very leave it as is but I would like feedback on this matter as I know I promised more uplifting chapters and much like my own character I dislike breaking promises. Thank you in advance for any feedback and as always thank you for reading.

~Aviarianna O' Lorien
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