Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Love's True Light ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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

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.
Previously on Love’s True Light:

“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…”

“After I fell down the well, I ended up in the past- 500 years in the past to be exact.” Kagome paused for a moment to let that sink in for Suuichi and Shiori. Those words caught their attention immediately. Suuichi leaned closer to her, his elbows planted into his thighs so he could cushion his head in the palms of his hands. Shiori blinked a few times, her hands shook for a moment nearly spilling her tea onto her dress. She sighed and leaned back into her cushioned chair, waiting for Kagome to continue.
Souta sat cross legged by Shiori’s feet, his cup of tea long since drunk, sat undisturbed by his hands that he had behind him to keep his weight on. Ms. Higurashi and her father shared the love seat, both tense never having heard the full story, only fragments that Kagome let slip every now and again in her rush to return or to brush off any questions as to her injuries.
“There I found a world far different from my own. It held creatures so unique that one could only describe them in legends. But they were real, so very real. I had been dragged down the well by Mistress Centipede, a demon that was half woman, and half insect. She craved the jewel of power, the Shikon no Tama, which I possessed in my body, though I didn’t it know at the time.”
“So you are that Miko of legends.” Suuichi murmured.
“Excuse me?” Kagome asked.
“I know this tale, the Miko and her companions that saved the world from a destructive hanyou and paved the way for the creation of the barrier between worlds.”
“So that’s what happened after I returned, the barrier was formed?”
“Hai.”
“Please continue Kagome dear, I’m sure we all would like to hear the rest of your adventure.” Shiori spoke slow and low. Kagome understood that it wasn’t her tale that would hold her avid attention; it was the tale of her son she desperately wanted to hear but Kagome needed to tell her’s first. It was displayed in her eyes, the longing to understand her son. It must have been so hard on her, to raise a Kitsune demon son with no idea how to handle him or subdue him. He must have given her such a hard time, made her cry endlessly every night when she felt she wasn’t able to do anything right. It may also explain the scars on her hands, an accident most likely caused by her son.
“I’ll cut the story short then. Much of it is side tales far from the main objective of our group.” She turned to sneak a glance at Suuichi. He was still leaning on his arms in her direction, his eyes staring at her as if trying to solve her, unravel her in every way. She turned away from him and smiled lightly–definitely Kitsune behavior.
“After I fell down the well, caught in the stream of time and Mistress Centipede’s hold, my powers reacted naturally. Whether it was to protect the jewel or myself I’ll never know, but I was able to banish Mistress Centipede from my side. When I reached the other side of the well I tried to search for my way home, never once had it occurred to me that I was in the past, or that my only mode of transportation home was through the old dry well I had recently climbed out of.
“I found the only other thing I could recognize and ran towards it. The Goshinboku tree that sits outside of the house was what I found. When I reached it, pinned to the bark, was an inu-hanyou. If you look at the tree before you leave, you can still see the scar upon the tree where he rested for 50years.”
She allowed them a moment’s pause to gather and retain this information before continuing. “The jewel later that night was ripped from my side by the centipede demon, and in the chaos and confusion, farmers from a nearby village that had captured me hours prior stood to my defense and were easily struck down. I was pinned against the inu-hanyou that was stuck to the tree, now fully awake and cursing me to the deepest levels of hell for an action that happened in a past life of mine.
“I released him from his prison and he saved me and the villagers from the demon, though he turned his claws on us right after. He was my first companion and went by the name of Inuyasha.”
“What a sad tale, to be forced into situations that you have no control over, and your life so easily destroyed.” Shiori commented, taking a delicate sip of her cool tea.
“Yes, it was rather hard. All of my allies were once my enemies. Later to join the group after I accidentally shattered the jewel to save a child, was a fox kit, a cursed-perverted monk, a female demon-slayer and others. They all had a vendetta against Naraku, the evil hanyou who resurfaced into Inuyasha’s life after 50years of silence.
“Naraku was the reason for many things and was planning something dangerous with the jewel. We didn’t truly know what he wanted it for, it could have possibly have been to turn him into a full demon, or to conquer the world, but we did know that within his hands the jewel would only be used for evil intentions. We battled desperately against him, gaining many allies as Naraku wronged and used more and more people.
“Our final battle with him lasted for one month. We fought in sections, each taking a turn to attack Naraku and weaken his defenses. The original group split and led each faction against our opponent. Miroku, the perverted cursed monk and Sango, the demon slayer, were the first to lead their faction out against Naraku. They fought bravely, and died heroically on the battlefield.”
Tears were now streaming down Kagome’s cheeks. She sniffled as silently as she could. Her shoulders shook as memories of the final battle ran like a horror movie through her mind. She could see her friends from their hidden base on the mountain top as they battled in the valley below, their figures clearly battle worn and injured as they tore through the demon ranks of Naraku’s army. One by one friends and allies fell, taking with them as many of their foe as they could. They screamed with their last dying breath, their pain ringing through the souls of the factions watching, knowing that their time to fight below was approaching.
A strong arm encircled her shoulders, stilling her shaking and the flow of memories. She turned to see Suuichi, now sitting beside her with is arm around her in silent comfort. Within his eyes was a message of understanding; he knew her pain. She gave him a watery smile, coughed into her hand and with a thick voice told the rest of her tale.
“None of the original group, except me, lived to see the jewel fully pieced together and the destruction of Naraku. We buried what ever pieces of their body we found in that valley. Their names are carved in the manor we used as a base at the top of the mountain. It sits over looking the valley, their names forever etched in stone, unbiased towards their race. Everyone; demons, humans and hanyou’s died to rid the world of Naraku. They died as one army under an ideal for a free life and will be remembered as such. I still believe that Sesshomaru, the daiyoukai of the West and Inuyasha’s older half-brother still resides in that manor, overlooking the dead and their names carved upon that stone wall, making sure that their memory doesn’t fade with time.”
“So you knew Lord Sesshomaru?” Suuichi asked.
“I knew him personally. He was the one who taught me many things but above all, he showed me how to forgive. If not for him, I would be just as dead as my friends are, buried in that valley with no honor to really keep me there.”
“Then you mean,” Shiori spoke softly.
“Yes, I was willing to take my own life when I realized that they would not be coming back.”
The room was silent now that my secret was out. I was a coward. I was afraid to keep on living if my friends were not beside me to bask in the glory of our victory. I wanted out of this life, and Sesshomaru showed me how foolish I was. Though I still carry those feelings, I understand what he wanted from me. He wanted me to forgive them, to forgive him for not being able to revive them, and most of all–to forgive myself for not being able to save them.
I am trying day by day to forgive myself, but it is often very hard. I wish more than ever to be beside them, to laugh with them. It was not the fairy tale ending I had pictured. It was not the Disney movie I thought I was in, or the well written book I was playing a part of. I was living a tragedy, a drama with no happy ending. Though maybe, this time, I can get it right.
“I believe it is my turn to ‘spill the beans.’” Suuichi spoke as he sat up straight. Kagome had told enough of her tale; he wanted her to forget her pain and decided by telling his own story might distract her.
Shiori sat up straight as well, staring at her son, hoping to make sense and understand every possible explanation that would fall from his lips.
“As you all very well know, I am not human. My age is well over 3,000 and my life has never been easy. I was born a silver Kitsune, or a spirit fox if you wish to call it that. My mother died giving birth to me, it was complicated to deliver twins, but somehow she was able to save both our lives at the cost of her own. It was a sin back then to have twins, an abomination. My father though, didn’t care until we came of fighting age, he tried to pit us against one another for the right to his throne, and it never worked. My brother and I were so in tune with one another that we could never get the upper hand against the other, even if he did say I was the better fighter. It was after that time that our obsession with trickery and thievery became known to our father, just a few short months after graduation from his fighting academy.
“He tried to have us killed, and when those attempts failed he went after us ourselves. We were about 456, roughly translated to about 14 human years. In that chaos we were separated. I haven’t heard from my brother since, I don’t even know if he is even still alive.”
“How terrible,” Kagome muttered softly behind a covered mouth.
“Indeed, the times were rough. When I came of age, about 1,000 or 17 human years, I was known as the best bandit in the Makai. I hoped that through my thieving I would be reunited with my twin, since it was a common obsession we shared, to collect treasures.
“The barriers had already been formed by that time, and I was making it a habit of breaking every solid trap and defense while stealing the most fortified treasures that anyone ever possessed. I was extremely good at it, never loosing or getting caught.” Suuichi looked down at his fingers, clenching them tightly as he took a deep breath to continue.
“But all good things must come to an end. It was at a raid that I and my partner, Kuronue, fell. We had succeeded in gaining our treasure, but we lost all our men. In our escape we grew careless and that was our downfall. Kuronue lost his life as I nearly had. My only saving grace was that I was able to detach my spirit from my body and escape to the Ningenkai, where I lay dormant in the womb of a woman for several years.” He looked up at his mother. Shiori was pale faced, wide eyed and teary. Suuichi nodded towards her.
“When she became pregnant I took the opportunity to leave. I was supposed to devour the soul of that young boy, but I couldn’t do it for it took too much strength that I did not possess. I estimated that it would take me 15 years to recuperate my energy and when I did I would leave.
“When my fifteenth birthday came she fell ill. I couldn’t leave even though I wanted to. It was some strange sense of compassion that I stayed by her side. Those scars that she sports on her hands were caused by me and my misplaced feeling of having much more worth than her. I felt like she was nothing because she was human while I was a demon of high standing power. Her undying love for me led for me to steal again, not treasures, but a mirror of power. I teamed up with Hiei, a hybrid demon that I’m still in touch with today, and another low level demon that is now dead.
“Together with my lead we broke into Rienkai, the spirit world where all dangerous artifacts are held, and is the governing body of all three worlds, to a sense. We all took a different artifact for a different reason. Hiei stole a sword for power, Goki stole an orb that took human souls for his food, while I took a mirror. This however wasn’t just any mirror, it allowed the user one wish during the night of the full moon–but at a price. At that time I would blindly pay that price if it only saved the life of my second mother, the one who did not abandon me.”
“And what was that price Suuichi?” Shiori asked timidly, afraid of the answer.
“Life.” He answered solemnly.
“Life? You mean,” Shiori managed to say softly.
“Yes, it was my life for yours, and I was willing to pay it. I had lived a long life and found no use for me to continue it. Spirit world was still looking for me in some sections and this new crime would just add to the list that would justify my death sentence and hefty bounty.”
“But then, how is it that both of you are alive?” Kun-loon voiced. It was odd to not know all the pieces that made up the answer.
“You could call it a miracle. Yusuke, a newly appointed spirit detective was sent to hunt the three of us down. He had already killed Goki with sheer luck and I told him to meet with me at the hospital. I told him I would give him the artifact if I could just have it for that one night. It was through his selfless actions that all three of us are here today. He offered his life instead of mine and the mirror granted my wish free of charge. So no life was taken.”
“My tale however is far from over. Because of my past acts and the new transgression I had acquired, Koenma–Lord of Rienkai under the supervision of his father Lord Enma–would have been forced to turn me in and promptly execute me; but because of his desperation and my quick wit, I was able to save myself and my team mate Hiei from the execution block and into Rienkai service until our debt is paid. We became detectives under the leadership of Yusuke.”
“How long until your debt is paid?” Kagome asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“At the incredibly fast rate that I am going, I will never know, though I assume not for another few hundred years.” Kurama sighed.
“A f- fe- few h- hundred years?” Shiori stuttered as the realization that her son was chained to work forever under horrible conditions did not appeal to her.
“Would there be any way for you to escape it?” Souta piped up. It was the first time he spoke during their explanations.
“Other than death, none that I’m aware of.”
“What if you were injured? Could that work?” Jii-chan asked, there was a rather odd gleam in his eye, as if the thought of Kurama injured so badly brought him joy.
“Even if I were injured as such–which has a very small chance of happening, my death is more assured than permanent bodily damage–then I would be placed at a desk with loads of paper work, and within a few years my injury would heal and I would be sent back out on missions.” Kurama answered, the corner of his lip turned up in a smirk as though the thought of his injury was rather comical.
“So you are that arrogant in your might. You seemed to be having some trouble with that blonde haired guy. Care to explain what’s up with him.” Jii-chan growled out.
“I am getting to that. As I said, my tale is far from over, we have just scratched a few days of the past few years, not including the full tale of my true origin which you don’t need to know complete details. I would appreciate it if I could get through the next two years without interruption, at least through the dark tournament which is how I met Karasu.” Kurama responded calmly.
Jii-chan and the other nodded, seating themselves more comfortably after they realized his story was going to be far longer than Kagome’s.
“Please remember that there are three realms–The Ningenkai, where we live now, The Rienkai, which is were the souls depart to be judged and from there they either stay or are sentenced to hell; and The Makai, which is were demons dwell and where I was born. Also remember that though I seem human, I am not. I am a demon, and thus not easily killed and have in fact taken the lives of others.”
Shiori gasped covered her mouth with her hands to stifle the sound. Kurama looked up at his mother with soft eyes, understanding full well that her view of him at the end would be changed.
“I would understand if you would feel any differently towards me after this mother. I am not just the bright and well mannered son that you’ve raised, but a demon that has no qualms to kill when necessary, though my views have changed in recent years after acquiring this body and new life.
“Shortly after becoming a detective, we were notified of a threat to the Ningenkai, a demon named Tuguro that held no sympathy for the human race and would rather watch it destroyed at the hands of thousands of demons. We were given the task to destroy him, though it was not easy. He, rather forcibly, enrolled us into the Dark Tournament, a game that is held in the Makai which simply put is a fight to the death between teams, and the prize being not only your life, but any wish of your desire granted.
“We fought hard through the tournament, all of us sporting many injuries through out. Karasu was a teammate of Tuguro in that tournament, he had singled me out as his opponent for that final match, and I agreed to his challenge. We fought with everything we had, in the end I thought that I was going to lose. I was heavily injured to the point that I knew my life was forfeit, but I could not surrender that fight. I attacked him using my life energy to summon a plant for the final blow. I had killed him, or so I thought. His appearance tonight has made me extremely wary.
“I nearly died in that battle, in fact, I should have died, but by some miracle I had lived. Yusuke defeated Tuguro and we won the tournament. Our wish was rather simple, the revival of our teammate Master Genkai. That old woman gave her life trying to destroy Tuguro before that battle and we all decided that her time was not up.
“That was the beginning I’m afraid. After that tournament, things seemed to return to some semi-balance of normal. Soon after however a new evil appeared, and rather ironically it took the form of the Spirit Detective before Yusuke.
“This Spirit Detective has a warped sense of justice, where the humans were the true ‘demons.’ Humans are not always as demure as they appear to be to some demons. In fact there is a video tape called “The Black Chapter,” and in this tape shows the gruesome tortures of demons by the hands of humans. It became clear that Sensui’s goal was to destroy the human realm by unleashing the demons upon them, somehow tunneling a way through the barrier that divided the two worlds.
“We fought valiantly against him, winning by a thin margin. Sensui’s tale isn’t the main focus really, for after that would be a war that would change our lives forever.” Kurama paused briefly to catch is breath and reorganize his thoughts.
“You’ve been to war?” Souta asked, stunned that such a young–well, not so young–man actually participated in one.
“Hai.” Kurama turned to look at his mother to see how she was fairing the story. He couldn’t tell from her expression, it was blank, devoid of any emotion to give him any guess to what was going on in her head. She was pale, curled up on her seat, her arms clutched together cross her bosom just above her heart.
He quickly surveyed the other listeners in the room. Ms. Higurashi was seated on the arm of the sofa next to her daughter. She seemed rather fascinated by his story, but her eyes told a different tale with different-darker-emotions. It was one he knew she had partaken time and time again. Her own insecurities with Kagome while she traveled, never knowing whether her daughter would return the next time, if she may be dead, or worse. It was something that she could relate to his mother with now. Though his mother had been blissfully unaware for the most part, he knew that she still worried over him, and now with this information, he wondered if she would ever by able to treat him as she used to. He wondered if she would joke with him, still attempt to tuck him in at night and reminisce over the past. He doubted that things would ever be the same.
The other two males stood or sat transfixed. Their eyes never wavered from him as he spoke his words and recounted the past few years. Though the old man was trying to hide his interest behind a scowl, he could clearly see where the old man disturbed the blood on the wood floor as he shuffled silently closer to the couch to get a better ear on things.
Souta sat leaning in, his full torso nearly bent fully over his knees. He had scooted a few inches from where he previously sat so that he was now level with the table instead of behind it and near the small love seat that his mother was perched on.
Kagome however, her face told him something he couldn’t quite name. It was a face he had never seen before and knew little of how to categorize or react to. She sat comfortably, leaning heavily against the pillow that cushioned her from the hard frame of the sofa arm. She had the best view of him, and thus probably could she every flicker of emotion that crossed him eyes or how the corner of his lips might twitch in regretful smiles. It may very well be this close range that gave her the look she sported.
It was a rather odd cross between knowing, pity, and possibly regret. He knew little of why she regretted anything in his tale, and pity wasn’t a good look upon her face, it spoiled her large eyes and pouty lips. He could deal with everyone else and their reactions, even the closed up one of his mother he could deal with. It was this look, this one girl that he could not understand, and he desperately wished to figure her out.
He had already labeled her a mystery, and he was good at solving them, they kept his mundane human life entertaining. He wanted to know her. He wanted to know how she worked, why she reacted the way she did. He wanted to know what made her laugh and smile, what made her cry and what made her love.
Kurama couldn’t help but soften his gaze at her when she met his eyes. It wasn’t a happy connection between the two, but rather a deep understanding that only ones with such pasts as themselves could forge. She understood him. She understood why he kept it hidden, and that might be what she regretted. She regretted not being able to hide it from her mother and keep her from worrying. He understood, and he promised that he would protect her, just as she promised to protect his emotions, his being, his everything. It mattered little that they knew nothing of each other. In that one instant they knew all the needed to know, and they each promised the other to protect them; body, mind and soul.
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KURAMA HAS A TWIN! I know it’s so weird, right!?! I plan to have him become a ghost character for now, since I don’t know what else to do with him. I’ll think of something. Anyone have any good names for him?
I didn’t want to leave it there, believe me I wanted to make it another two pages longer, but this just seemed like the perfect ending. I promise to update, but my schedule and sleep pattern are just not agreeing with my muse and my work hours for these stories. I don’t’ know when I’ll be able to next update but I promise to do the best I can. Hopefully it won’t be as long as the wait for this chapter.
I know that you were expecting more, and I’m sorry, next chapter, I promise well get passed this and onto some more fun stuff.
Heck I’ll even give you a clue–pool party! Guess who’s?
Thank you so much for staying with me; even if I’m a lazy slacker, I really appreciate it.
Gothic Lust