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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 7

Waking up with your body out of your control had been terrifying. Finding out that the demon in your presence claimed that you were over three thousand years old was hard to comprehend. Coming to the realization that a man who held you in such regard needed to assist you with simple things was humiliating. No amount of reassurance from him or yourself would ever lessen the absolute mortification you felt hours after your first class of water.

You laid in the bed you had woken up in, eyes staring up at the ceiling as you tried to push everything from your mind. You tried to focus on warming back up. As though you could control the production of heat in your body just because you wanted to. As much as sitting in the creek had spared your dignity as much as was possible given the situation, it had left you chilled. It wasn’t even that cold outside yet you couldn’t shake the chill of the water. Yet another frustration to pile onto the list.

Yomi approached with a wooden tray. The plain rectangle looked almost small between the large demon’s hands. You watched in silence as he knelt at your knees and lifted the cover to put something underneath. Within moments you found yourself humming with appreciation. Whatever he’d put under the cover with you radiated warmth. Yomi sat back on his legs again with a small smile upon hearing your sound of happiness. Though he didn’t seemingly have eyes, he looked toward your face nonetheless. He didn’t quite make what would have been eye to eye contact but it was close enough. Definitely more than enough of a sign to show that he was about to speak.

“Did you need anything else?” The tall demon asked.

“No. You have already met all my needs,” you answered simply.

“I understand. But did you want anything else?” He further pressed; emphasizing ‘want’ more than anything.

In the spirit of honesty, you decided to give him a longer answer. “Many things. My mobility back. Information. Answers…but those will come with time.”

You hoped.

You took another small breath and continued. “You have already done more than I could have ever suspected of a stranger.”

“I know you do not remember yet, but we are not strangers. In fact, you took care of me once. Consider this as a returned favor,” Yomi spoke out in a steady tone.

Oh dear that sparked your curiosity. Your expression bunched up as you held in the spew of questions that wanted to be unleashed.

“When?” One of the questions slipped through your defenses.

“Over a thousand years ago. It was after I had proven myself capable enough to join Youko Kurama’s group, of course. I had gone on a few missions with others of the group, building up quite the ego until finally I was supposed to be in one of the raiding parties with him. I met you before we left,” the horned demon answered before chuckling to himself. “I remember thinking that Kurama must have been annoyed because his human slave had left his quarters. And how I wondered why he did not just kill you on the spot. It was not until we got back that I learned you were no slave. I was not as easy of a patient as you are right now. It is a wonder that I am still alive, actually, given the things I said to you.”

“I do not kill over verbal slights.”

“No, that was more Kurama than you,” Yomi said with the same level of amusement in his voice.

You digested that information. It was easier to understand compared to everything else. You have seen Kurama slaughter groups of men before. Some of whom you had even cared for. It wasn’t that far of a stretch to imagine him ripping apart demons whose only crime was being rude to you.

“I must not have told him,” you surmised; though you couldn’t remember that time, it was the only logical thing.

“I believe that was one of the greatest kindnesses at that time. If you had told him of the things I said to you while you cared for my wounds, I doubt I would be here to return the favor today.”

“What did you say?”

His lips kept their upwards turn, “I can not remember exactly.”

“Generally then?” You prompted as you had gotten the feeling he’d been trying to dodge the question.

He shifted slightly. You watched as he repositioned his hands slightly farther towards his own body. The movements were subtle, perhaps even unconsciously done. It told you that even though he’d brought the subject up that there were parts of it he hadn’t wanted to volunteer. He had wanted to keep his past comments to himself.

“At first I was dismissive. Perhaps insulting. You were a human taking care of a demon. I thought you were inferior,” Yomi replied honestly, the jovial tone still pretending to be there but you could hear it wasn’t as natural as before. “You dissuaded me of that notion quickly. I grew annoyed and angry with you because of that. I stayed mad at you for some time, in fact, well beyond the point I was healed. Afterwards I tried to find reasons or faults with you so that you would either leave or be forced out.”

“Did you?”

The smile he wore shifted into something hinting at nostalgia with a hint of bitterness. Perhaps the best way to describe it would have been self-reflective.

“I found many reasons. Nothing I did or said made any difference. You were always there whenever the troupe ventured into the human world. Over time my anger towards you turned into something much different,” there was a particular way he lowered his voice which clued you into what he was about to say. “As I ascended in the group to be the second in command, I started taking riskier missions. I put the group in danger many times for the promise of a reward. Each time we came back successful you were pleased. Each time I came back injured, you tended to my wounds. In a sense it was a no lose situation.”

Funny…that’s vaguely how you remembered it going with one of your husbands. Before Youko Kurama tore him apart of course. That particular husband had not been a bandit, nor did he share much in common with Yomi’s visage so you didn’t confuse the two. It was just interesting to think about.

“You must have been very careful, not to alert Kurama to your intentions,” you settled on saying after a moment of silence.

Yomi said with a fractionally larger smile, “I saw how possessive he used to be of you. As reckless as I was, I was not suicidal. But when he was gone…I was not subtle. What can I say? I wanted you. I was young and brash enough to believe that you’d choose me if I was persistent enough.”

“I suppose you do owe me for my silence then,” you teased with a laugh. “I have witnessed him slaughtering parties of human men just for offering to help me hunt.”

Yomi nodded. “Yes, I was lucky to be a part of his group at that time or no doubt he would have killed me long ago.”

You nodded. Even with your memory in shambles you knew that much. Like you’d told Yomi, Kurama had slaughtered plenty of men who had been close to you. It had started out looking accidental. The men you allowed to court you would end up mauled. Usually it would happen during hunting. In which case it was usually more than just that man. Over time, when you’d selected men who weren’t prone to wilderness activities, there’d be a score of violence in the village or town until one night your chosen partner was pulled from their home and slaughtered. He made it look like bear or wolf attacks. It had taken a lot of years after that until you tried again - even a professional soldier hadn’t stood a chance when he’d come into your house to rip the man apart in front of you. Afterwards you’d tried to live a life of solitude; protecting villages as you traveled as Far East as possible. Even then he hadn’t let up on harming any person that got close to you. Usually men…

Considering that he’d learned to take human form recently and what had followed, it made a lot more sense.

Though if this demon in front of you was to be believed, that had been thousands of years ago.

“You should rest,” Yomi advised as he started to stand up.

“I am resting,” you commented back dryly. “I can do nothing but rest. I would rather walk.”

“That could be arranged.”
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