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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

Thank you, to those of you who have reviewed, or who have at the very least taken a look at the story. I am slightly saddened of course that I am not getting reviews from a few people who USED to give feedback….makes me wonder despite the statistics I glance at if I lost some of you in translation. Ah well…what matters is that I've stuck to the storyline and will continue to do so. You didn't think I would end it like that did you? I'm not THAT heartless.

Chapter 8: On That Whole Being Dead Thing

Death felt warm.

The pain of having a large, sharp, metallic object being ripped out of her middle was gone completely. In fact nearly every physical sensation was gone. There was no longer any grinding, any splintering, any piercing or pinching or tearing flesh. It was just…nothing. There was nothing but that nice sort of warm feeling as though she was floating in a warm bath. She thought she may be in a sort of limbo type of place. Nothing but a ball of consciousness and emotion, the very essence of what makes up a thinking, living, feeling, existing being.

She was a soul.

She wasn't a ghost like Yusuke had turned into when he had first died. No, she was a soul floating through the void between things, through a universal waiting room and she was being drawn though she did not know it. What she did know was that Gabriael had stayed with her body and as she was floating away from the mess that her physical form had become she caught the barest glimpse of Kurama coming forth. If a soul could actually frown then at that moment she may have; hoping that her big brother had let her Godfather speak. Oh the worries of a wandering soul.

All she had now; or so she thought, was the rest of eternity to float along in this warm abyss. She could sleep, she could rest, and she could do nothing but focus on her memories. She had kept her consciousness so perhaps she could recede deeper into her mental landscape than she had before; find what the Powers had locked away. She would very much like to nestle herself into memories of the Makai. The nice thing about where she was, and how she was, is that when she found her memories she could easily slip right into them.

She could spend eternity reliving her childhood.

She would never have to be without Kurama and Kuronue ever again.

Again if a soul could frown, hers would have. Reliving her memories was a grand venture to be sure; she could go through the memories over and over again. For a soul she was exceedingly cognitive though she hadn't realized why just yet, but that was putting a damper on the warm feelings of floating in nothingness. Memories are grand but she still missed them, so badly and her entire essence throbbed with the sudden flash of pain, realizing that this was it for her.

She was dead.

And she wasn't going to come back this time.

The overly conscious soul thought on this for a little while, not that she didn't have all the time in the world now and was becoming a tad depressed. So much so that she took no notice of the sudden rush in her movements. Instead of the floating along like it had been her formless essence was rushing along towards the barest spark of light in the endless void. People always talk about the light at the end of the tunnel when it concerns death but this was different. Avaria's soul was being sucked towards that light like it was a black hole instead of an oddly colored swirl of utter brightness and there wasn't a thing that could be done.

She was on the verge of accepting eternity within her more pleasant memories. On the verge of accepting the finality of everything that had happened, her soul was even forming the essence of a smile. She was almost to that point where it all balances out and everything is nicely accepted as one's fate, floating along in the warm sea of nothing forever and always. Just as she was trying to sink back into the recesses of her surprisingly still intact mind…she hit the light.

And the light freaking hurt!

Whatever the light was, it slammed her soul back into her body with a flash of bright energy. Her body twitched violently in Kurama's arms. As it did the entire room froze, staring at what used to be a cold, ashen corpse that couldn't even bleed anymore. Warmth spread quickly throughout her body, her heart beat, her blood started to flow and her poor lungs tried to inflate as a strangled gasp escaped her lips.

She arched in her brothers arms for air and for the pain.

A scream ripped from her abused voice box before she fell back; limp and gasping in a pathetic display of what being broken really meant.

"Shit! To the Medical Wing! NOW!" Koenma screamed, his words coming out in almost the same rush as his pushing Kurama down the hallways.

She had two lungs and both of them were punctured.

Half of her bones were broken, fractured and splintered including nearly every rib.

There was a literal hole ripped through her stomach.

She suddenly had a need for oxygen that was not being met.

She was suddenly bleeding profusely again.

If she died now it will be permanent.

Koenma eyed the solemn, terrified fox demon he was rushing along. He eyed the girl in the red-head's arms, twitching, arching, and gasping for breath. He knew what a soundless scream looked like and she was screaming, while her brother was crying just as silently. In the operating room that Koenma had set up during the angel's story time, he gently pried the broken girl away from her currently broken brother. He pulled Kurama out of the room though not without a LOT of tugging on his part and set the demon in a chair right next to the door.

"She WILL pull through this Kurama," the prince promised.

"You'd better hope she does," the fox gave him a promise right back.

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

I had been thinking about this chapter for a long time. How do you go about death? How do you go about the protectiveness of an older brother, especially a fox? Especially a demon? And of course knowing all of their lives, it couldn't have been such a smooth transition could it…imagine being slammed back into such a mangled, broken body….Kurama…is not one for rash threats…he is subtle, he is dangerous…and after everything I can only think that he would be just a bit broken himself. Thank you all for reading this far, thank you for sticking with me.

One more chapter to go folks…one more.
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