Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Love's True Light ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Authors note: Hey guy’s I’m sorry for not updating in a long time, but I haven’t been able to crank out anything for a long time. The only reason I was able to do so today is because my grandmother just passed away and to get her off my mind I dove into writing. I wrote a poem for her, it’s at the bottom of the page. I’m going to be reading it at her funeral on Thursday. And you want to know what sucks even worse, I have midterms tomorrow for creative writing. There is no way I’m going to be in the mood to write anything when I get there, let alone take a multiple choice test. So wish me luck on that.

And please don’t send me your pity. We all knew she was going to die. There’s a curse on my family, at least for her side. No one has lived past the age of 78 and my grandmother died a month before her 79th birthday. She’s born a few days after me. I’m February 7th and she’s the 12th, the day of my senior breakfast. Yea, life isn’t looking so well right now.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’ll try writing the other one, but don’t expect it to be long or posted soon. And now….

THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!

Summary: Kagome and Kurama are in an arranged marriage formed by their fathers many years ago, thought Kurama has the right, being 18 years of age, to revoke the proposal, he does not. For some reason he becomes entranced by the newly turned 17 year old carefree, spitfire Kagome Higurashi.
Kagome and Kurama learn quickly of each other’s most kept secrets and fall fast in love. But when the every changing barrier finally breaks letting in a torrent of crazed Youkai, what will Kurama do when Kagome, his family, neighbors, and not to mention his 8 and a half month pregnant mother get caught in Koenma’s mess and are attacked in their own home.
Struggling to keep the group alive all the while helping Shiori with the birth of her child, Kagome and the rest of the group get stuck in a crumbling house in the master bedroom with a barrier surrounding them, their only protection to the Youkai trying to break in.
How will the couple work when the world is literally tearing them and itself apart?

* This is only centered on the relationship of Kagome and Kurama there are no other relationships to be expanded upon. There will be hints of other relationships such as Yusuke and Keiko but don’t ask me to give you a lemon or anything from them I will not do it. This is Hard Core Kagome/Kurama!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kagome or any Yu Yu Hakusho Characters.
Kurama turned when he heard his name shouted. He saw Kagome in stance and an arrow flying towards him. Her warning to him did not go unnoticed by Karasu, he jumped to the left just as the arrow approached but Kurama wasn’t about to let the attack go to waste. He grabbed the shaft, hissed as it burned the flesh of his hand and redirected it towards Karasu. The arrow hit him straight in his right side, nearly piercing his lung. An injury that would prove to be deadly if he continued to fight.

He watched with a smirk as the purification powers laced into the arrow ate away at Karasu’s injured side. Kurama immediately took advantage of his opponents’ weakness and aimed a kick to the arrows exposed shaft. He drove the arrowhead another two inches into Karasu’s lung, cracking four ribs, before jumping back to dodge a powerful left hook.

Karasu groaned and staggered, swinging his arms as he tried to regain his balance. He did not bother to remove the arrow now lodged deep in his chest, but gathered demonic energy into his left hand and slammed it against his injured chest. He was careful to avoid the arrow so he would not drive it in any farther. Kurama could hear and smell the searing and burning of Karasu’s flesh, an injury he brought upon himself.

Blood stopped pouring from his wound, the charred arrow smoking and the feathers gray and clumped. He let out a crazed laugh and launched himself into another onslaught of rapid punches and kicks.

Kurama dodged, blocked, punched and kicked. He never once dared to use the remaining strength he had on calling his rose whip. If there was anything he learned from his battle with Karasu during the Dark Tournament, it was to save your energy and use it wisely. He was lucky to have survived that battle after using all his demonic and spiritual energy, being then forced to use his life energy to defeat his foe.

A well placed kick to Karasu’s gut sent him flying into the old well house, the roof and walls collapsing on top of him, driving the arrow deeper into his flesh. Karasu stilled for a few moments to rethink his battle plans thoroughly.

It was not working according to plan. True Kurama was injured and far from his spirit detective companions but he was not alone in his fight. Karasu did not take into consideration the young woman living in the shrine. He would never have guessed a living breathing Miko still thrived on battle and stayed on this side of the barrier.

He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. Demons still crossed the barrier every day, a Miko must have been born on this side to keep the raging demons from destroying the Ningenkai. ‘Does Spirit World know of her existence?’ he wondered as he climbed from the rubble of the previously whole well house. Karasu glared at Kurama, the young man’s stance was slightly weak due to all his injuries but still far stronger and well balanced then he had hoped him to be at this moment.

Their eyes met and Karasu found the answer to his question. ‘They don’t know.’ He smirked and doubled over as his humor got the better of him, he began to laugh.

His laughter caught everyone of guard. It was unwarranted and unfounded. Where could he have found such humor in a deadly situation such as this? Kurama raised an eyebrow to his adversaries’ antics and for a moment questioned the demons sanity.

“What’s so funny?”

“You didn’t know about her did you?” Karasu said after calming himself. He straightened himself to face Kurama, his countenance still showing his lingering mirth in the form of a wide smirk.

Kurama’s eyes narrowed, unsure of where his question would lead the conversation. He decided not to even bother answering. Anything he did at this point regarding Koenma’s knowledge of a miko’s existence in the Ningenkai would be completely obvious. He had no idea. Kurama instead launched himself deep into attacking Karasu.

Both were tired and wounded, with little strength left to fight or defend this last attack was going to determine the outcome of the battle.

‘I don’t have enough strength to summon any of my plants.’ Kurama glared at Karasu and dodged a punch by a hairs width. ‘Giving my life energy this time won’t do any good. Just like before, Karasu will survive. I need something more permanent.’

It was then that the idea sprung on him. He kicked Karasu hard and threw two hard punches to his gut and cheek before taking planning an infallible attack to destroy Karasu once and for all.

Kagome gave a small scream as a demon tore into her right thigh. The claws dug deep, tearing the muscle, making her unable to move. She hit the ground hard, spraining her left wrist. "Curse my luck!" she muttered, placing all her weight on her right hand to force her tired and battered body up once again. The demons surrounding her did not let her get too far before a heavy foot pushing on her back forced her into the mud again.

She let out a small whimper as her wounds screamed with the strain. Breathing was getting harder and harder because the foot was placing too much weight on her chest. She cried out even louder when another foot joined the first. Kagome placed her hand before her face and concentrated on gathering her miko energy into a solid sphere of raw power. She had remembered doing that once before during the final battle with Naraku. It was the killing blow she had sent to him before she blanked out and awoke here in her time.

The miko power she drew upon became a hazy glow of pink light. She concentrated hard on tapping into her energy reserves and pulling out the necessary amount that she would need to obliterate her enemies, beads of sweat gathered on her brow. This would be the last form of attack Kagome possessed without a weapon to channel her energy through. If she couldn't reach that last arrow, then she would be a sitting duck to all the demons surrounding her; not to mention Shiori and her family would be in danger.

Things then happened in a flash; one, she felt she was no longer connected to the ground, her dress soaked in mud. Two, the demons surrounding her were dead (She had not been the one to kill them) and three, she was sitting, quite comfortably mind you, in Suuichi’s arms.

She blinked rapidly, confused by these turn of events. She had been ready to kick demon ass with her sphere of raw power, now here she was, in the arms of a bleeding, and she must say, nearly naked, hot kitsune male.

“Are you alright?”

“Yea,” she said nearly breathless. “I’m fine.”

“Good. I need you to help me defeat Karasu.”

She squeaked as Kurama jumped over the remains, or what was left of the demons that had been attacking her to round the houses edge. He leaned against the white wall and allowed her to slide down his body as his arms released her to a standing position.

Once she was standing, Kurama pushed her against the wall, tore a part of his shirt that wasn’t covered in blood and grime, squatted and began to wrap her wound. Kagome didn’t complain, she figured I’d be best to let him wrap it, considering he was now asking for her help.

“I was helping you, that was until you decided I was of little help back there.” He pulled the make-shift bandages tighter around her thigh to staunch the blood flow. “Ow!” she hissed, and tried to pull her leg back from his grasp. Didn’t work. “Sorry, didn’t mean to cause you any more harm.” Silence resumed once again over them. Just what could he have been planning? His face was so serious, concentrated on the battle and not on the task at hand.

“What was that attack you were going to use just now?”

“That? Oh, it was, um… I don’t really have a name for it yet. But it’s basically a sphere of my spirit energy. It’s in its raw form because I wasn’t channeling it through any medium other than my hand. Normally I have to lace it into a weapon, mostly my arrows, bow, staff or a sword. Basically anything that I can stick a demon with.”

“Good. This is just what I needed.”

“Um, you needed my power?” Kurama tied a knot at the end of the shirt and grabbed her wrist “OUCH! Be more gentle please, that’s my wrist not a toothpick.”

“Sorry, again.” Kagome watched as he pulled a green, almost waxy looking leaf with a purple vein running down the middle from behind his hair and rubbed it against her sprained wrist.

“And yes, do you think you can lace it into my rose whip?”

He looked her straight in the face, eye to eye, emerald green to sapphire blue. Kagome hadn’t noticed when he had transformed from gorgeous kitsune to still gorgeous red head human. She held no complaints to it; only, she did miss the ears- and that god damn tail. It just reminded her of how much more power he contained, that he wasn’t just any male, he was a demon male, a kitsune, on the complete opposite side of the pole for her.

“I don’t think so. Our spiritual energies would probably cancel out. Your whip would turn back into a rose and my spirit energy would disperse harmlessly. Besides, I’ve never tried to lace it into anything demonic.”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters right now is if you can throw it. Can you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”

“Kagome, do you trust me?”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?”

They were again locked eye to eye. Even though she had just met him a few hours ago, it didn’t matter; she knew she could trust him. Her smile was the only thing Kurama needed to continue forward with his plan. He gripped her shoulders firmly and pulled her into an embrace. The action took Kagome’s breath away. She didn’t know how to react so she did nothing.

His lips were then suddenly next to her ear. “When I give the signal, you’ll know what it is, you throw that sphere. Until then, gather all the power you can without hurting yourself.”

“But how do I know what the signal is?” She whispered into his ear, calls from Karasu could be heard from around the corner. “What if I throw it at the wrong time and…”

Kurama hugged her closer to his body, it was meant to be reassuring, though he wasn’t too convinced on how well that message went across. “Don’t worry, trust me, and trust yourself. You’ll know.”

And with that he disappeared once again leaving her to contemplate his actions and words. She decided it would be safer to hand out here on the side of the house where she could gather her remaining energy undisturbed. The sounds of Kurama’s battle with Karasu reached her ears along with the o so familiar sound of tearing flesh and breaking bone. Kagome didn’t dare to turn from her spot on the wall, afraid that the one injured would be none other than Kurama himself.

Slowly she gathered her powers into her right hand. She saw from the corner of her eye Souta sneaking around the side of the house, making his way silently towards her. Kagome didn’t move to acknowledge him, nor did she look down at her palm to see the progress of her effort. Kagome continued to stare at the skies, waiting for the signal that Kurama was to send her, hoping that she wouldn’t miss it.

The sound of snapping leaves made her jump and look, though reluctantly, around the edge. Before her was a Kurama, human and fragile, dodging Karasu’s attacks. Left and right the blonde haired demon threw energy bombs, knowing full well that Kurama couldn’t see them and this senses had dulled due to the large amount of blood and burning flesh on the shrine grounds.

“Kagome, are you sure everything’s going to be alright?”

Souta sounded so meek, like a frightened child at a carnival. Kagome truthfully didn’t know how to respond to that. She wanted to tell him how things were not looking so well. How she could barely stand, how this attack was going to be her last unless she happened to find her other shoe and used it as a boomerang, but even then, there would be no purification powers to lace within the object. Instead she opted for the easiest answer to give him. Hope.

“Don’t you worry your tiny head over such things. Remember, I battled demons for years before coming back victorious.”

“Yea, but still. I can’t help but worry. That Suuichi guy doesn’t seem trustworthy. What if he tries to steal the jewel after defeating that demon? What if this all wasn’t a trick to weaken you?”

“Oh Souta, I promise you he’s trustworthy. I can feel it.”

“But how can you be sure?”

“I can’t, but if I trust him, like he trusts me at this point to help him defeat that demon bastard Karasu, then I’m sure he’s not too bad. Besides, we’re trading stories after this battle. We’ll find out more about Suuichi soon enough.”

“Kagome, I’m still not so sure.”

“Don’t worry Souta, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

Souta didn’t bring up the trust factor again. He took his sisters words to heart and placed some of his faith into the stranger. He had yet to test if he was worthy of loving his sister. He hadn’t gotten any time to test him, any of his pre-set traps, like letting grandpa out of his room, failed miserably.

He tried to catch him in an embarrassing conversation during dinner, going between the young man and his mother for any information. Suuichi proved to be hard to trick. He placed no walls between the questions and himself, didn’t even flinch when Souta asked if he had been in a ‘serious’ relationship with another woman. Suuichi answered yes, he had been in those sort of ‘serious’ relationships, but they were unsuccessful and didn’t go too far- at least they didn’t last long. If Suuichi had hit a home run with those girls he sure didn’t make it too obvious, but Souta understood the answer as ‘yes’, Suuichi has had sex and there was nothing to say otherwise. The others at the table had not understood what was asked; it seemed a conversation between men. With grandpa locked away in his room with his ration of the meal, and the two were able to keep that part a secret, at least, from those that didn’t want to interpret their words farther than the surface.

The sounds of the battle were still raging from around the corner of the house. Souta continued to watch his sister, her palm ablaze, swallowed by the blinding bright power of her purity. He watched interested as the colors began to change from silvery pink to a dazzling range of blue and purple hues. Flecks of silver and pink could be found in the center of her flaming palm, the sphere of raw energy so powerful it was dancing sporadically, like fire in the wind.

“Um… Kagome….” Souta tried fruitlessly to gain his sisters attention, but alas she was intensely watching the battle, scanning for any possible sign from Suuichi to launch her attack upon the bastard.

Souta was now desperate to gain her attention as the colors of her magic changed once again. No longer were there purple or pinks, and the dark blue now shimmered a silvery aqua. The dancing flames whipped around violently in the wind, and as Kagome turned to finally acknowledge her brother with an angry glare, a green aura encased her raw energy, solidifying slowly into a tight knot, a small sphere about the size of a baseball in the palm of her hand, glassy and electric.

Kagome forgot the reason why she turned around so angrily, her left fist half raised, ready to strike the irritation on the head when she took sight of her hand. Her powers, now swirling in a perfect sphere, a dance between green and silvery aqua energies, mystified her. It took her a few moments of staring at her palm to understand the meaning behind the new development. She nearly screamed as her brain pieced together the clue.

Kagome jumped from her knees to her feet, hissed in pain as her injures pulled and stretched, then raced out into the battle arena Karasu had so plainly made of her courtyard. She screamed out her warning to Suuichi as she threw the sphere as hard and straight as she could towards the protruding arrow in Karasu’s chest.

What happened next was nothing short of phenomenal. Kagome watched in amazement as Suuichi spun on his heels, his rose whip circling around his body. Mid turn he changed into the devilishly handsome kitsune, snapped his wrist forward towards the slow traveling sphere of power. From his enclosed hand sprung forth vines and flowers. The petals from the flowers fell and danced in the wind, heading with dead accuracy towards a stunned Karasu, slicing his skin.

The vines grew, a demon plant she recognized as the Kyûketsu Shokubutsu or better known as the vampire plant. It surrounded his whip that had just wound itself loosely around the purity sphere. With another flick of the wrist, the entire mass was sent hurtling fast towards Karasu.

Karasu at that very instant could see in the reflection of the bright sphere his death. It was looming closer towards him and he was frightened by it. Having died once and under no circumstance was he going to return to that state, he ran. Karasu’s path was instantly blocked by Suuichi, who had crossed the distance in a matter of seconds and with his whip creation, threw Karasu back.

Another snap of his wrist the wipe soared, cutting through the air dragging the sphere behind in an arc. The vines wrapped around Karasu’s body, attaching to his skin, breaking it and spilling the blood beneath. The sphere held in the whips clutches hit the arrow protruding from Karasu’s chest. A blinding white light and a sonic boom surrounded the shrine. Kagome was thrown back against the house, she could hear her mother and Shiori cry out and Souta curse, hitting a tree with a loud thump.

Suuichi and Karasu were nowhere to be seen. When the blinding light faded, and sound finally regained ground on the shrine, all that was left of the battle were destroyed stones from the courtyard, a demolished well house and a large crater where Karasu once stood. She searched for Suuichi everywhere but could not see him. When the dust from the destruction cleared from the steps, Kagome could see his prone form lying by the top steps.

Kagome ran towards him, ignoring her pain. When she reached him, she kneeled and checked his pulse. Just as her fingers touched the skin of his neck, she heard him groan. She moved back a bit to give him room to lift himself from the floor and breathe.

“Suuichi are you okay?”

“Yea.” He groaned out and sat up. Lifting himself with the small of his back since he was face first in the concrete, using his arms to push him slowly.

Kagome heard him hiss in pain. His wound obviously reopened and was bleeding feely again. Kagome moved over to him, placing one arm over her shoulders and lifted him from the ground to his feet. She then halfway carried him to the house.

“Suuichi! Suuichi! Are you alright?” both looked up to see Shiori racing towards them, her ankle and pregnancy slowing her down.

Kun-loon’s quick thinking saved the poor woman and her very injured son from even more injury by grabbing her by the arm and leading her inside the relative shelter of the house, promising her an explanation as to the events of this night. Kagome entered the house and deposited Suuichi on the living room couch.

After a good half hour of calming down, healing and several pots of tea, the beginnings of a very long talk began to form. It started after Kagome had placed down the towel she had been using to clean Suuichi’s stomach wound, fascinated as it slowly began to heal right before her eyes. However, knowing that it would still take a whole day to seal because of the amount of energy used, she placed an ointment she made upon it and wrapped it tight, staunching the thinning blood flow. She sat down, her own injuries tended to by her mother.

“Does anybody mind explaining what happened tonight? I can certainly say I’m not dreaming since I feel pain,” Shiori then pinched herself for good measure, wincing slightly because she used more force than necessary. “And that. So please, tell me… Suuichi? What’s going on?”

“Do you wish to start or should I? I must tell you now thought, this story stretches even before my human birth.” Suuichi asked, startling his mother more at his choice of words.

Kagome held her confusion at bay for her answer was sharp and final. “I think I should start, it might cover some of your past as I speak.”

“I highly doubt it would unless you were alive in the 900 AD, but continue none the less. I’m curious as to how a miko of your caliber still lives amongst humans of this day and age, especially with the barrier set up between worlds.”

“Barrier?”

Suuichi was shocked at her simple question. He was about to suggest to go first instead when Kagome reassured him that she was going to tell her story first.

“It’s a long tale, spanning from my 15th birthday up to a few months ago. It’s a hard tale to swallow, I had trouble myself believing I lived through it, but I need to tell it to someone that isn’t part of my family.”

“Then do continue.”

“Thank you.” Kagome let a few tears slip before she rubbed them away with the back of her hand. “It was my fifteenth birthday and I didn’t believe in demons or any mythical creature for that matter, but when I was dragged into the bone eaters well, the one that Karasu destroyed when Suuichi kicked him into it, did I fully understand the tales my grandfather told me…”
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Authors note: And there you have it. I hope you liked it.
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