Warnings:
1. This is a crossover... if you don't like crossovers, please don't read my story
2. there will be slash couples. its not explicit, but its still there.
like above, if you don't like homosexual relationships and/or plan on
flaming me just because of it, please don't read my story.
Couples: Sirius/ Remus, Kurama/ Hiei, and later, Harry/ Draco
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to someone else. i do not own HP or YYH
One…
Running through the forests. Silver flashes through the dark. The adrenaline pumping through his body. Working alone. Meeting a youkai. Yomi. Becoming comrades. The failed mission resulting in many deaths. Sending the assassin…who failed. Picking up a chimera about his age. Kuronue. Growing very close. The palace of a Makai lord. The mirror. Gold, shining, and worth a lot. Silver. Black. Silver. Black. The ruby pendant. The bamboo trap. Blood. Red, red blood, gushing from Kuronue's leg. "Kuronue!" "Run! Run, Kurama!" Reluctance. Turning back to save him. "No, Kurama!" The sounds of guards getting closer and closer. "Demo…Kuronue…" Kuronue's sad smile as he shakes his head. "Go, Kurama! Run! Just leave me!" The first of the guards bursting into the clearing, immediately skewered by a few, suddenly sharp branches. Last look at Kuronue. "Run, Kurama! Live!" Turns and leaves. Vision blinded by tears. The mirror lays forgotten, glittering on the forest floor.
Death…
Returning the next night, searching for clues, any sign of Kuronue- a feather, his hat, maybe even his beloved pendant. Not careful enough. Unaware of surroundings. Hunter! Bang. One shot- skimmed past. Bang Bang. Narrow miss. He fled. Running. Running. Feet pounding as he flew through the forest. Hunter, keeping up. Bang. Fire spread through his side. Hit! Stumbles, then catches self. Youki unleashed. Uncontrolled. Plants thrashing about. Cry from behind. Slight smugness, even in danger- he had harmed the Hunter. Run…run! Kuronue died, telling him to live. Must live on for Kuronue! Bang. Another hit… pain…pain clouding his mind. Shift, shift! Body blurs and contracts. Smooth flow as he jumps over fallen log. Lands on four feet. Tails whip out behind as he runs. Blood spatters the ground, staining coat red as it spreads. Another hit…dying. Must. Not. Die. Tails…sacrifice! A tail to rip open a portal…no… too much power spent…weak...must find host…there! Another tail to send self's soul into unborn childe. Warm…can rest now…safe…
Two…
Humans… Ningen… such a weak, lowly race… And yet, they cling to life so dearly. They let their lives be ruled by petty emotions. And yet… Okaa-sama! She… she let herself be hurt so badly… to protect…me? And even though she's injured, her first question is if I'm ok… Why? What is it within the humans, which lets them care so much for each other? …I think… my heart, is starting to let down its walls… I had protected myself, as do all youkai, from early in my youth… Kuronue was the first… After his death and my escape to ningenkai, I sealed my heart again… and now… I may have been living with the humans for too long… Am I getting soft? I've been destroying the youkai who've strayed too close to my home… to protect my mother.
Meeting Hiei…
The first major demon to venture into my lands… I destroy his messenger, annoyed… Later in the day, I met a youkai mix-breed for the first time in a long while. What is he a mix of? His youki is not steady… An attack with a katana…Why did I change a blade of grass to a sword? Why did I not fight with a weapon I was more used to? I do not know… perhaps, I felt like I should fight upon equal terms… perhaps it was unconscious… he attacked me with a katana (where did the youkai get a ningen weapon, anyways?) and I returned the attack in kind. He was strong… very strong for someone so badly wounded… and his healing ability is astounding- it took him only four hours… I felt something stir within me… something I had not felt since I first met Kuronue: interest… interest, and admiration.
He left as soon as he woke, and left me with a name: Hiei. That night, we fought together for the first time… it was easier than I expected… not many are compatible fighters with a youko… and yet, our first fight together worked liked it was choreographed… we needed no words, but somehow, managed to cooperate in a way that we defeated the demon easily and quickly. I gave him my name… my real name, and not the one I've been using since I fled to ningenkai years ago. Hiei didn't contact me again for a long, long while.
Theft…
Meanwhile, my mother fell sick. It got worse and worse, and for the first time in over a thousand years, I felt true fear. Hiei came, and enlisted my help for a theft from the highest level security Reikai vault… What could I say? What could I do? That same vault held the Mirror of Darkness… the one thing left that could save my ningen mother's life… besides, I was intrigued. It's been years since I last attempted such a theft. It was easier than expected… except that idiot Gouki managed to trip over a wire… a wire that I had just pointed out… and thus, the Reikai were onto us.
They sent the current Reikai Tantei to catch, and possibly, kill us. Urameshi Yusuke. He walked into the clearing where we were grouped, and challenged us. I left. I could not fight, I could not return the Mirror. Not yet. Not until my mother was saved. Hiei sent me a confused look, as he, too left. Gouki was killed that night, and the Orb returned. I brought him to meet my mother the next day, and explained what I was going to do. Okaa-san was so happy to finally meet a 'friend' of mine… and Yusuke seemed to be quite taken with my warm mother. This…delinquent was who I had entrusted my mother's well-being to… what is happening to the world? And yet, he sacrificed part of his own life to save my own.
My mother got better. A 'miracle,' the doctors called it. I knew better. I also knew I was in debt to the detective.
Betrayal…?
Hiei… why Hiei? When Yusuke was in danger of being skewered by Hiei's sword, I had to intercept it. He had saved my life. One debt: paid. It tore at my heart to see the disbelieving look in Hiei's eyes. I reached a hand to my wound, and flung the blood at Hiei's eyes. Yusuke had saved my mother's life. Two debts: paid. And it broke my heart to feel the turmoil in Hiei's youki. It lashed out at me, voicelessly screaming "Traitor! Betrayer!" I realized then, that I was attracted to Hiei. How…? When…? I do not know… but I do know that I never want to feel that from him again. Yusuke managed to knock Hiei unconscious, and with a lot of persuasion on my part, and a 'few' barely concealed threats, I managed to convince Yusuke not to kill Hiei.
Sentence…
When I next met Hiei, it was in Koenma's office. The young prince of the Reikai had figured out our sentence: we were to assist Urameshi Yusuke on his current mission. That's it? No such luck. We would 'be told the rest of your sentence upon returning…successfully.' Great... just great. The four beasts were, truth be told, rather easy to defeat, now that I look back upon it. I had underestimated my opponent, but that was quickly remedied. Both Yusuke and the ningen he was with, Kuwabara I believe, beat their opponents with quite a bit of trouble. Suzaku, I admit, was a strong opponent, but Byakku was not. Kuwabara should not have had half the trouble he did… although I do admit, with his weapon created of reiki, his problems were somewhat justified. Hiei, I'm proud to say, easily and quickly defeated Seiryuu, spending less than a quarter of the time it took myself to defeat Genbu… I should not have been so careless… Genbu, too, should have been defeated quickly. My attraction to Hiei grew.
Our sentence was decided: we were to aid Yusuke whenever he, or Koenma, thought we should. Simply splendid...
Yukina…
So… that's who Yukina was… I had first heard the name when Hiei was unconscious— he was lost inside the world of dreams. When asked about it, Hiei's ki flared, then calmed with considerable effort. He refused to talk about it. Yukina, the twin of the Forbidden child… is Hiei's sister. That's what he was a mix of. Ice and fire—a strange combination, but one that works within Hiei. Instead of pulling him down, the continuous battle of ki seems to spur him on. The fire youkai's ki is stronger, letting Hiei gain all hi-youkai traits- especially the short temper—and little to no koorime traits. Yukina, on the other hand, seemed to have no hi-youkai in her veins at all—calm, gentle, kind, and compassionate. The only thing that hinted at their relation was their blood red eyes.
Tournament One…
The Dark Tournament, it was called. Teams of five against other teams of five. We fought our way up, and up, winning some, losing some, all of us meeting troubles and growing stronger to compensate. Yusuke and Hiei grew the most during the fights… especially Yusuke. Genkai-shihan gave most of her power to Yusuke, and then was killed by the younger Touguro. Hiei and I both felt the last flicker of her ki, and though I still didn't know her that well, she was a valuable asset to the team, and had caught a part of my heart as well as Hiei's, though he won't admit it.
Hiei… unconsciously, I found myself constantly watching him, fearing for him, admiring him, and I think, somewhere in my youko self, I realized the truth that I've been shielding from myself: I was more than just attracted to the Forbidden Child… what is this emotion I feel?
While Genkai-shihan was fighting with Touguro-outoto, though I didn't know it at the time, I was scouting our next opponents: Team Touguro. Bui was a strongman, able to swing that axe of his quickly, but he was not my type of opponent: I doubted I'd fight him. Touguro Ani, apparently, can move his body parts freely... does that mean he would never die? To kill him would be to completely destroy him in one blow… an explosion, perhaps? Perhaps not… But of the three I was able to watch fight, the one that I was most wary about was the fighter called Karasu.
It seemed that by simply brushing his hand over his opponent, he can cause people to blow up. That was dangerous. I turned and left, feeling Karasu's eyes on my back—I shivered. AS I walked down the tunnel leading outside, I could feel two youkis approaching me. Bui and…Karasu. Just my luck. I fell into a defensive stance automatically, my mind screaming for someone, anyone to come. I may have accessed my youko form, and had access to the youki surge, for a short while, but I was still nowhere near strong enough to pull into that form on my own. Nothing happened, but I was severely shaken.
The fight was long and hard, and I do not think I had ever been so frightened of someone before. I used the last of my strength to summon the plant that finally killed Karasu, and saved my life, though I lost the fight. Hiei won, as did Yusuke and Kuwabara, gaining us the victory.
Genkai-shihan was revived.
Sensui…
We met the ningen with the powers, we allied together to fight Sensui's seven. One by one, we defeated, or in the case of the Sailor whom Kuwabara 'converted' to our side, until we found our way to Itsuki and Sensui. Kuwabara, Hiei, and I were imprisoned and forced to watch, that fated battle between the current and previous Rekai Tantei. Yusuke's death snapped something within all of us... I suppose it can be said that Hiei found just how much influence the Ningenkai had over him, and as I watched Yusuke's body arch in that cruelly graceful way, I felt the final barrier between my human self and my youki reserves snap: I slid into my Youko form far more easily than ever- compared even to the times I had used the juice from the Zense no Mi.
The battle that proceeded our following Sensui to the Makai was difficult. We may have had two full demons, as well as three-to-one odds in our favor, but... Sensui was extremely strong. Even now, I'm hard pressed to name a harder battle... ah yes...Karasu. I felt myself constantly wishing I had the power I used to, before my death. In any case, Yusuke managed to suprise us all again. His nochalant attitude finally cased the hysteria that had been building inside me to flood out...Hiei and I both. I suppose we startled and scared the two, no, one human and the one half-human when we suddenly burst out laughing. Hiei was stunning when he smiled. They fought, we watched, and barely managed not to step in to help. In a sudden burst of youki, Yusuke defeated and killed Sensui. He then started yelling for Sensui to wake up, not die, and to fight again. Go figure.
Tournament Two...
Turns out that Yusuke was the 'son' of Raizen, one of the three lords of Makai. The other two were Yomi and Mukuro, who contacted myself and Hiei, respectively. If we answered, it was likely that the three of us were to beome enemies. Yusuke, whom I've never fought, I would be intrested in having a battle with. Hiei, I couldn't- and still can't- fight. And yet, all of us returned to Makai. Who would have thought that Raizen would die and Yusuke would take over...in that very Yusuke-esque way. He organized a battle for control of Makai. A tournament, to be exact. Hiei fought Mukuro and lost admireably. Thankfully, I didn't have to fight him. Yusuke fought, to my extreme suprise, Yomi, and, unsuprisngly, lost- though the battle was long and tough and impressive.
Following...
After the tournament, Yomi took Shura on a journey to train, Hiei chose to work as Mukuro's subordinate, and Yusuke stayed in the Makai to train. Myself, I chose to return to Ningenkai and my mother. Three years later, Yusuke returned, married Keiko as per everyone's expectations, and opened a ramen stand, although he still was one of the unofficial lords of Makai. The tournament idea worked for a while... then Makai reverted back to its original power struggles. Yusuke and Keiko moved to one of the more beautiful areas of Raizen's former lands and, along with the help of many of my plants, raised a beautiful child. Koenma helpfully opened a portal to the Reikai, more specifically to Koenma's office, that was coded to only let Yusuke, Hiei, myself, and our guests through. I didn't use it often, and ended up giving my rights to the portal over to Keiko, who was frustrated by how she always had to find Yusuke if she wanted to go home for a while. We were happy...for a while. Then, Mother died.
I removed all traces that Minamino Shuuichi had ever existed, from anyone who didn't know about my history, and disappeared. I, in contrast to my former intentions, did not return to Makai. Not yet. I wanted to stay in my ningen form as long as I could... my mother's body and spirit may be gone, but I held onto her memory and the life she gave me, not wanting to let go.
Two and a Half...
I traveled around the world, and finally settled in Europe, and found a quaint little town in the middle of nowhere. Godric's Hollow, it was called. There, I isolated myself from the ocupants, but somehow, mangaged to become very close with a lovely couple and two of their friends. The third, I didn't like, and tried to have as little as possible to do with him. While they never told me directly, they noticed that I knew they had powers beyond that of normal humans. I made references to ideas and such that normal humans would not know, but I didn't ask, didn't pry. I respeted their wish for secrey, and they recognized that. In return, they did not ask me about the past I never brought up. I wished, sometimes, that I had a way to contact Hiei and Yusuke, but I knew that if they found me, I wouldn't be able to go back to my peaceful life among humans. I had a great time. I also found my nephew, the son of my 'sister'. They were also living in the village. He was an amazing child-a true half-blood demon. I spent much of my time with them.
Change...
Finally, years after I moved there, the war I was disantly aware of affected me directly. Lily and James Potter were killed by Voldemort on that horrible night, and when I had rushed there, I found the not-human wizard pointing his wand at little Harry, who was wailing for his parents. I burst into the room, in time to hear the last few syllables, and without thinking, I accessed the youki I had barely used since I first fled Japan all those years ago. With the speed only a youkai could have, I had myself placed behind Harry, hands on his small body. I pushed out with all the youki I could, nothing in my mind but the saving of my friends' child and hope.
Lily, crumpled on the floor, had died for Harry, thereby increasing the power of the already extremely strong baby. Adding my own youki to that, I managed to turn most of the death spell back to the caster, but to my horror, I saw that I hadn't countered all of it. A sliver of green struck and Harry's body fell silent. At the same time, the reversed spell hit Voldemort, and he screamed as his body burned away. I could tell, his spirit wasn't destroyed, but I had neither the time nor the heart to do anything about it. The exceedingly weak spirit lingered for a split second, then vanished. My mind barely noticed that the enemy was gone, focusing completely on the matter at hand.
Harry...
Contrary to common belief, Avada Kedavra did not kill instantly, the subjet only seemed dead as the spirit was slowly, much slower as when compared to a natural death, forced out of the victim's body. Harry's spirit sluggishly rose, as Kurama's youki started to replenish itself. Kurama started at the green eyes, lighter, purer, more naive than his had ever been. And yet, those eyes...the eyes of the small child wer so like the eyes that stared back out at him in the mirror, without the darkness and death. Kurama sighed. He couldn't allow Harry to die...not like this. He lightly traced the scar that had formed where the reduced curse had struck and made his decision. He would save Harry.
Three...
Harry grew up with a guardian. Not his parents' spirit, nor was it an angel. Harry's guardian was the furthest one could get from an angel: a demon. A youko, to be exact.
Past...
He shielded Harry from the more traumatizing experiances in his life. He wordlessly gave Harry comfort when the child was down. He prevented sickness and healed injuries. He was the pillar of suport that never had a shape, voice, or face as Harry grew up with the Dursleys. He spoke once, and only once, to the child when Harry asked for his name: Kurama.
Kurama was there when Harry was insecure about being introduced to a whole new world, Kurama was there when Harry faced down Quirel. Kurama calmed him when Harry found he was parseltongue, Kurama directed Harry's actions against the basilisk. Kurama was unresponsive during Harry's third year, to Harry's horror and despair, and though Kurama was still there for Harry to lean on, he was obviously unsupportive until Harry learned the truth about Sirius. Kurama faced down the three tasks with Harry, Kurama held back the shock and horror when Cedric fell, so Harry could think enough to escape. Kurama blocked most of Harry's nightmare visions though he wasn't strong enough to block all, Kurama healed Harry's cuts after detention, hissing with unheard and unseen fury at the incompetent professor.
Kurama watched in shock and disbelief as, looking so much like an older, longer-haired version of Yusuke's death at Sensui's hands, Sirius' body arched in a graceful curve on his way through the Veil.
Then, Kurama came raging out, ready to kill and maim, before foribly controlling himself. Harry needed him, and he could not afford to do anything with Harry's body. Less than a minute had passed since Kurama took over before he retreated back. Harry shook slightly, shocked at the sudden bloodlust, and asked mentally reached out for the presence that had always calmed him. He drew back at the tightly controlled fury, before it faded, and Kurama's presence seemed to wrap around him, protecting him from reality. Kurama subconciously noted a familiar scent from the Veil.
Harry fell into himself, when the Sirius' death finally seemed to register, and Kurama could not draw him out.
Present...
During the summer between Harry's fifth and sixth year, he had vanished. Disappeared, poof, off the face of the earth without a trace, except for a short note. Tracking spell after tracking spells were sent, and they got no response. The note read that he had to go somewhere, he will be fine, to take care of Hedwig, and that he will be back. Remus, faced with the loss of his pack mate and god-son, went almost insane, then withdrawn into himself, before the prospect of teaching DADA again helped bring up his spirits somewhat. He hoped that Harry will return to Hogwarts at the beginning of the year, as did all the Order members. Soon, the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, and various other newspapers had gotten wind that The-Boy-Who-Lived had disappeared. Unfortunately, Harry Potter did not return to Hogwarts for his sixth year. The wizarding world fell into despair as their hero had vanished.
That's why, when all the students returned from Yule Holidays, they were surprised to see a lone figure sitting at the end of Gryffindor table. No one had stayed that year, and as they looked at each other in confusion, they studied the handsome stranger. He had delicate features, slightly feminine, and black, lightly waving hair that ended at the small of his back in a loose ponytail with long bangs covering his eyes. The brooding stranger noticed them and propped his chin up on his hands, looking up. Through the gap in his hair, two glittering emerald eyes stared out at them, and he gave the gaping students gathered at the doors of the great hall a cheeky little grin. "Well, c'mon in! I'm starving!" When no one moved, he frowned slightly and said teasingly, "Didn't anyone miss me?" Hermione ran forward with a shriek as Ron sprinted behind her, long legs eating up the ground. The two of them grabbed him and Hermione had tears running down her face.
Harry Potter has returned to Hogwarts.
AN: This is my first chapter, which i am finally happy with after editing it many times. I am currently in the process of completely re-editing the older chapters, pretty much everything from here until around chapter 17, so please don't flame me about this being really bad- i'm working on it. i started this a year ago and i am the most aware about how my style has changed. give me time to make the whole story good again.Chapters 2 and on will not be that great...but i'm working on it. please support me and don't flame.