Kuronue's Back
By: Anikara
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters.
Warning: This chapter has no warnings, but there will be in further chapters.
Hello all, this is my second fan fiction; it's mostly about Kuronue. This chapter is going to be in his point of view; in every chapter the point of view will change and in times it'd stay the same. Don't expect updates to be soon cause I do have another fiction that I'm writing at the moment and its far from over. I don't even know why I started a new story, bad me, and I'm even in the progress of starting another; sigh. Well, I want to ask you all if you'd want this to be yaoi or non-yaoi. It could be Hiei/Kurama, Kuronue/Kurama, etc. I personally like Hiei and Kurama, but I'm not sure if I'm putting them together. So you all reply and tell me what you want, the one with the most votes wins, kay. Please do reply. Vote for Yaoi or non-Yaoi!
Chapter 1: Memories
(Kuronue's Point of View)
I was lying on the floor at home with my arms behind my neck as I stared at the ceiling. My foot tapped against the hard floor impatiently as memories began to flood me.
Seventeen years ago I had been killed, all do to my stupidity for a pendent. It wasn't just any pendant though, it was my life and most praised procession, I would never depart from it. But that one day, fate decided to strike upon me causing my pendant to be cut off from my very own neck. I ran after it, even after Yoko told me not to do so, I couldn't just forget about it. I was going to get it back, even if I died trying and that's what happened; I died.
I had told Yoko to run for it, to save his own life, to forget about me. I saw him hesitate for a brief moment before he ran off, leaving me behind to die. My heart ached for a moment there. Deep down I really wanted him to stay behind, but I knew he would have been killed, so I told him to leave me behind. It was for the best and I really wanted him to live, for the both of us.
Surprisingly, I didn't die completely. My soul still lived and flared with power; taking that one chance I fled to Ningenkai where I would be reborn as a human child. The mere thought of inhabiting a female ningen's womb disgusted me and the thought of being born a ningen sickened me more. But I had to do it for I wanted to see Yoko again, though the thought of him not accepting me worried me. If he saw me as a ningen, I don't know what'd he do, but I had to try.
When I first entered Ningenkai I was too weak. Removing my soul from my body had taken its toll and fleeing to Ningenkai worsened it. I had no choice but to take refuge in a dark cave, while there I lost consciousness. To my surprise I slumbered for an entire year, it took that whole year to regain some of my energy.
With that energy I abandoned the cave to search for a worthy ningen. I found none of course; none to my liking lived in this pathetic world. My soul drifted towards a park, there I saw a woman holding a bird at the edge of her index finger. This intrigued me so I drifted near towards the woman, staring upon her beauty. She had long straight, hair, deep blue eyes, fair skin, was lean, and looked about twenty- three years old.
On her left arm she held a newborn child that was only two days old. I had stared at the infant hard and decided that I world impersonate that baby's body. To fuse my soul with a body completely it had to be new to the world, very new. I entered the vulnerable body slowly and in the process, I kicked out the baby's soul.
It came out easily as it wandered the sky, sooner or later Spirit world would catch it. I had no sympathy for the spirit of course; it was only a human soul after all. But I did have a tint of guilt, but all that went away in a concise second.
I had planned to flee Makai at the age of fifteen, the time when I would have gained the majority of my youki. Not all the power I had in my former life would return, for that wasn't possible in a ningen body. I would get limited youki only, but that was enough to meet up with Yoko. But that plan was shattered at the age of thirteen.
I had gone into a territory of weak apparitions that resided here in Ningenkai, that was stupid of me for I didn't have my powers, but I still went for the fun of it. I missed Makai and wanted to know anything about it. As I hid I had heard two demons in particular, speaking in loud voices.
(Flashback)
"Did you ever get back that object back, Taison?" I heard one of the demons speak.
"Ch, no, I can't find it. That damn youko stole it from me year's back. It was the only object that gave me true power, my Nikona jewel. I've been searching all Makai for it! I don't know where that damn kitsune hid it!" the one named Taison yelled in fury.
My lips curved upward. They were speaking of Yoko; I knew they were. I began to remember the guy from the past. Yoko and I had stolen it long ago, about a centaury ago and that guy still couldn't find it. I didn't think that I would be as lucky as to stumble upon apparitions who'd be talking of my friend. 'Yoko, still the same as always,' I thought to myself with a smirk written over my face.
"That jewel contained all my power and now I'm weak as the whole load of you weak apparitions," he spat out in disgust.
'Poor demon,' I said mockingly to myself.
The fist apparition that spoke looked annoyed for a moment. "He couldn't have hid it that well. Look for his hideouts, you are bound to find it if you search every square inch of it. With both Kuronue and Yoko gone, no one will stop you."
My eyes widened and I paled at his last statement, what did he mean by gone? Kurama couldn't have died; did he disappear?
My question was answered when Taison spoke. "Yes, since both are dead, I can find it without interfering. Poor Kurama got himself killed by a mere hunter and here I was thinking he was smarter and stronger than that," he said with joy evident in his voice.
'…Yoko…'
I was crushed, without Yoko I didn't have a reason to go back to Makai. I didn't have family over there; Yoko was the only family I had. Without him, all hopes of returning to the past faded.
(End Flashback)
My thoughts were broken as my human mother entered my room. "We're going to be late honey!"
I looked over at her as my mind cleared up. Memories of the past kept haunting me ever since I heard of Yoko's death.
"Yeah, I know," I say.
She looked over at me with concern. "Are you okay honey?"
"Yeah," I say reassuringly. With the years I lived I know how to cover my emotions and lie as good as Yoko. But this ningen woman had a way of figuring me out; it scares me at times.
She smiled and I knew she wasn't convinced. "Okay Kisho, go call your older brother. We're leaving for the airport in just ten minutes. Our plane will be leaving shortly after that."
"Sure," I say as I pick myself up. Kisho's my new ningen name, although I preferably would like to be called Kuronue, but that can't happen.
My ningen mother always worried about me, I had gone into depression and wasn't my usual self. But now I'm better than I was last time. I've accepted Yoko's death and now I'm my old self again.
During my time here in Ningenkai I've become more of a ningen, which today still disgusts me. I've grown immune to ningen emotions and listen to everything my mother tells me. I even went to several schools for the sake of her.
Going to all those ningen schools appalled me, but I did it for my mother. All that was done to please her and thank her for caring for me, she taught me love and gave me a new perspective. Even with a somewhat changed attitude, I am still Kuronue and I still love to steal, without my mother's consent of course.
I just turned sixteen years old and I currently live in Japan in a city called Osaka. I'm moving to Tokyo today.
My mother had gotten offered a new teaching job, a very good deal, as a matter of fact. So, that's our reason for leaving Osaka city. It saddens me, but a new change would be good.
I've been intending to go to Tokyo, but I was unable to for I am still a minor. Four months ago I heard a rumor that Yoko still lived, that he had fought in a tournament of some kind. I highly doubt it; Yoko isn't one for competition and never had an interest to prove his strength in any sort of fight. But I still have hope and I want to see for myself if the rumor speaks truth.
As I walk out of my room towards my older brother's room I take a quick glance at a mirror I passed. I look different from my former self. Now I currently have dark short hair, much to my disappointment, but I hate hearing my ningen mother nag me. Dark blue eyes, fair skin, and a slender body; I am a complete replica of my ningen mother, but in a male form. I no longer have my pointy ears or bat wings, I still miss them.
I walk into my brother's room without even knocking at the door; as a result I catch him in his underpants only. I keep a bank expression; ch, nothing fazes me.
"Haruko, mother says to hurry your ass off, we're leaving in about ten minutes," I say plainly.
He gives me a scowl. "How many times do I have to repeat myself, knock on the damn door!"
I give him an amused smirk. "Yeah, but I don't seem to learn, now do I."
"What ever," I hear him mutter. "I'll be there in a moment, just let me dress."
Haruko is my older brother; about two years older than me, he's eighteen. He tries to get along with me, but I don't seem to care. I try, I really do, but I still have a disliking towards ningens, even though I'm one of them, in a way. But we do have our brotherly moments.
As I close the door I head over towards the living room to wait for my ningen family. I then hear the taxi coming down the street with my keen hearing.
Recently, about a year ago, I received my powers back. I had craved for them dearly and now I finally have them within my grasp. It's a shame I no longer have my most acknowledged weapon or my pendant for the matter.
Grabbing all the suitcases I walk outside just in time to meet the taxi at the gate. The driver gives me an odd look, but I ignore it. I guess I might look strange carrying so many suitcases. I walk towards the back of the car as the trunk opens and I adjust all the suitcases in one sweep before the ningen could get out of the car. I smirk at that, 'Ch, ningens are so slow.'
I walk back inside without giving the ningen a word. As I went in I yelled for my mother to hurry for the taxi was here.
She came rushing as she put her cell phone into her purse.
"Haruko, hurry up, the taxi's here," my mother says, but Haruko was already out before she called for him.
I raise an eyebrow over at him. Last time I checked he wasn't all that ready and now he's out like if he weren't. I shrug it off as I leave the house towards the taxi.
I wasn't looking forward to riding the plane. Stuck in a plane for a few hours with a load of ningens did not suit me well. And my urges to fly out would be hard to control. I sighed. "This is going to be long trip," I mumbled to myself.
To Be Continued…
Thanks to those who read. If the way I wrote it confused you in any way, I'm so sorry. It's a new style that I'm writing in, sigh, and I usually write in third person. Sorry it's so short; I hope the next chapter will be longer. Please tell me if you liked and if you wish for me to continue. Please reply and vote! Thanks
Anikara