InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Death Maiden: The fallen Seraph ❯ The return of the Fallen one ( Chapter 1 )

Death Maiden: The Fallen Seraph

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho.

 

By Anime-Goddess-Sakura

 

Thanks to all of those who reviewed and those who were patient enough with me.

 

Chapter 1: The return of the fallen one.

 

He was panting hard as he ran; he knew that she was playing with him. She had easily taken down his guards and now she was coming after him. He cursed as he tripped on a tree root and stumbled forward. He managed to catch himself before he fell, but he knew that each moment he wasted would give her the chance to catch up to him. He pushed himself harder, pushing back the tiredness that threatened to take over his body.

 

He had believed her to be an urban legend, one that was made up to scare people like him. So he had paid no heed to the black feather he had found on his desk the morning before. He had completely forgotten about the warnings his other associates had given him as he had decided to spend the week-end in his country house, which was completely isolated from other people, unknowingly setting himself up.

 

 

 

His heart accelerated in fear as he recalled how easily she had infiltrated his home. His guards all of them highly trained had been easily taken care off. All the while he was dining. He had been oblivious to everything. Not a sound had been made to alert him of her presence and that of her comrades. His shock had been too great as he had walked out of his dining room to see all of them dead, their blood covering his floors. All of them had been slashed, the cuts precise, thus the work of professionals.

 

He was just about to run into his room and call for help, when he caught a glimpse of her. The dark clothing and the blue eyes had reassured him of who she was. He then did the only thing he thought about at the moment and had run out of the house. He now understood that he only saw her, because shad had wanted to alert him of her presence, otherwise she could have probably killed him without him even knowing it. Instead she had decided to toy with him, letting him know that she could kill him any moment.

 

He turned to gaze at the house in the distance. In a desperate attempt to get away, he had fled into the surrounding forest, hoping that he would loose her. Only now did he realize what a big mistake he had made. She had set everything up and he had fallen in her traps quite easily.

 

Turning his head back around he paid careful attention to where he was going. The ground was covered with stone and tree roots that hindered him from running faster, even though a part of him knew that he would never outrun her. The full moon illuminated the forest ground, making it easier for him to see where he running.

 

His eyes widened suddenly as he felt fingers trace his spine. His mind screamed at him that she had finally caught up to him. He quickly skidded to a halt, turning around; he took out a gun and fired blindly. The sound of the gun emptying itself of its bullet was the only sound heard. His panic controlled mind didn't even register that he had run out of bullets along time ago as he looked warily around.

 

Silence once again settled around him, making fear wrap around his heart as he finally let the gun fall on the floor. He knew she was there, he could feel her. The eerie silence surrounding him, made cold sweat run down his neck as his eyes darted around like a caged animal.

 

“It seems you're all out of bullets. My…my, how ironic, for a weapons dealer like you to run out of the same thing you manufacture without remorse, don't you think so?” A soft feminine voice whispered in his ear, making the blood in his veins run cold.

 

He quickly whirled around with fists raised intend of fighting if necessary, but he was only met with air. No one was there. He quickly whirled around as he felt someone move. His eyes widened as he finally laid eyes on her. She stood there leaning against one of trees. The clouds that had momentary hidden the full moon, parted away and revealed her in all her dark beauty as the moonlight shone on her small form.

 

The black attire she wore stuck to her like a second skin showing off her well-developed body. The skin that was visible to the eye was as pale as fresh fallen snow, not a blemish in sight. Her ebony colored hair that had crimson streaks running through it cascaded in long silky tendrils along her back.

 

Her face could only belong to an angel, large blue cerulean eyes were framed by long dark lashes, her mouth was small with pair of full pink lips, while her nose small and straight. Her face was the picture of innocence and yet it held certain darkness to it that sent a shiver of awareness and fear through his body. She was everything for a man to crave and fear at the same time.

 

“Tell me Mr. Ishida, do you know why I am here? Or better said do you know who I am?” she asked calmly, her voice soft and alluring as she raised a hand to run through her dark locks.

 

The wind picked up and made her dark hair swirl around her, the picture breathtaking. Neither her eyes nor her face gave anything away to what she was thinking at the moment and that put him on the edge. Bracing himself he found his voice and answered her question as she stared patiently at him.

 

“You're Death Maiden and you're here to kill me.” He managed to croak out, his voice trembling.

 

A predatorily smile lit up her face as her blue eyes pinned him to where he was standing. She reminded him at the moment of a cat when it caught her prey. She pushed herself away from the tree and slowly made her way towards him, knowing that he was trapped. Her moves were soft and fluid, like that of a feline, no sound was made as she moved.

 

“Tell me how many have been killed with the weapons that you sold? How many mothers cried because of the weapons that you sold? How many children cried because of the weapons that you sold? How much innocent blood was spilled because of the weapons you sold?” She asked circling him.

 

His mind went back to all of those gang wars he saw on the televisions all of those dead and murders. It made him wonder how many deaths he was really responsible for. Yet he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, he was a business man, he did what he did. And she on the other hand had no right to judge him, being what she was. Straightening up, he stared closely at her.

 

“You condemn me, when in reality you and I are no different. You kill as well. Tell me Death Maiden have you ever thought about the family of those that you killed? How many children cried because you killed their parents? ” He shot back, a wry smile on his lips as he noticed that he hit a sore spot.

 

He needed to rile her up, made her let her guard down in order to proceed with his plan. She was clearly taken back by his statement by the look on her face, an unknown emotion flashing in her eyes. However the next moment she quickly narrowed her eyes at him and bared her fangs, making him wonder what she was.

 

“You're time has come to die.” She whispered, just as she reached him.

 

Just as her hands were about to touch him, he reached in his jacket and pulled out a gun.

 

“Die, you bitch!” he yelled, taking out a smaller gun and shooting her in the chest.

 

She stumbled back as the bullets connected with her body, burying themselves in her chest and stomach. Yet to his utter shock, she never fell down. Instead she stood there looking bored at her wounds as he ran out of bullets. He followed her gaze and watched in horror as the bullets were slowly pushed out of her body and the wounds healed in front of his eyes. The only evidence of the earlier wounds was the blood that was still there. He stumbled back, the gun still in his hands.

 

“What are you?” He whispered, disbelief clearly in his voice.

 

“You wouldn't want to know.” She said as she blurred and appeared in front of him.

 

A searing pain went through his body as he looked down and watched a thin dagger going through his chest. He gasped for breath as blood flowed from his mouth.

 

“May Kami, forgive your sins and mine.” She whispered in his ear, before retracting the dagger in a swift jerk.

 

He stumbled back, his hand coming to his chest. A look of pure disbelief was still in his eyes as he stared at her with his hands covered in blood. She stared at him with emotionless eyes and as the blood flowed from his wound. Taking one last breath, he fell backwards on the forest floor dead.

 

Raising her hand to her lips, she produced a black with red thorns rose in her hand and kissed it. Turning around he threw it over her shoulder, the rose landing on the chest of the dead man. Without a second glance she walked away, her job had been done.

 

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Koenma sighed as he looked at the files in front of him; all of them were about the same thing or better said they were all about the same person. She had finally resurfaced after all these years; many had thought her dead, but not him; he knew her better than that. He ran an annoyed hand through his short light brown hair, things were getting quite complex. Word of this was sure to get to his father and knowing Enma things were going to get difficult, especially seeing with whom they were dealing.

 

He sighed, he hated to do this, but the spirit detectives needed to be called in. He knew that all of them had their own lives by now and would be angry at him for calling them, but they were the only ones that could deal with this `problem'. He hated to do this, but she needed to be captured…again. He couldn't allow her to keep doing what she did.

 

“Botan.” He said softly, the blue haired fairy girl appearing almost out of thin air after the words have barely left his lips.

 

She stood there dressed in a deep violet kimono with pink cherry blossoms on it. Her hair was held in its usual ponytail with her soft light blue bangs falling in her eyes carelessly. The dark colored kimono brought out her bright colored eyes and her soft peach colored skin. She was in his opinion what he would consider an angel.

 

“What is it that you wish Lord Koenma?” she asked with a soft smile on her face, her voice full of life and cheerfulness.

 

She was always such a breath of fresh air to him and he was secretly glad that she has stayed by his side all this time. Even though Botan dealt with death everyday, she never once let it get to her. Many thought her to be an airhead and not that bright, but she was much more mature than many believed. She understood perfectly well the lines between death and life and she accepted it. That didn't mean that she didn't cry or feel sorrow when someone she knew lost a loved one. He had said it once and he still stood behind what he said; Botan was just too softhearted for her job. Botan was one of the few pure-hearts that were left in all the three realms.

 

His amber eyes watched as she straightened the pink obi. A small smile blossomed on her lips, when she was done and apparently satisfied with the job. He often wondered if maybe he should pursue his feelings towards her, but each time he would remind himself of his station and hers, they were too different. Brushing those thoughts aside, he stared straight at her, his eyes boring through hers.

 

“I need you to get Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei.” He said seriously, his voice authoritative.

 

The surprised was clearly written on her angelic face as she looked with big amethyst colored eyes at him. He knew very well that it has been almost ten years since the last battle time, he had called on the spirit detectives.

 

“Sir…” He cut her off, before she could ask anymore.

 

“Yes, I need you to find all three of them as quickly as possible. Urgent matters have come to my attention and I'm in need of their assistance.” The spirit world prince said seriously, he could see the curiosity in her eyes, but she knew that she would get her answers later.

 

Nodding her head, she materialized her oar out of thin air. He watched as she extended her hands above her head, energy cracking in her tiny palms. Spreading her hands apart, she managed to create a portal. He reveled as he watched how stronger she had become through the years. Her eyes met his and he inclined his head, nodding her head disappeared in the portal; it immediately closed as soon as she was through.

 

Looking at the place where she had disappeared a few seconds ago, he wondered if she would be able to find Yusuke and the others. He knew very well that if they didn't want to be found, they wouldn't be found…but he would trust Botan. For some reason or another, she always managed to find them.

 

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze to the photo on his desk. His eyes saddened as he watched the carefree and angelic face on the photo. She had truly been so innocent back there. He cursed himself for not protecting that innocence. He wished he could turn back time, but even he wasn't that powerful.

 

He furrowed his brows in concentration, there had to be a reason why she would resurface now. Leaning back in his chair, he stared with troubled amber eyes at the ceiling.

 

“Kagome, why are you back?” he whispered to the empty room.

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Cold water poured over her pale skin, the tiny droplets caressing the skin as they slid along the all of the curves of her pale body. She leaned against the tiles, both lean arms braced against the cold material, while long raven-black hair obscured her face. Elaborated tattoos circled both wrists like a bracelet. Her ankles sported the same kind of tattoos as the ones on her wrists. The black ink stood strongly against her pale skin, making the tattoos even more visible.

 

An intricate tattoo of a fallen angel marred her otherwise perfect back. The angel looked almost as if it was trapped. Her hands and feet were bound with chains, while her black wings were spread behind her. The tattoo was quite a work of art.

 

A sigh left small full lips as the bearer of the tattoos as she looked down and watched as blood was slowly washed away from her body, only it wasn't her blood. She closed her eyes as she tried not to think of whom the blood belonged to. She kept telling herself he deserved to die. He had caused many deaths himself and he needed to pay for his crimes, but still those harsh words he had spoken to her made her wonder…What right did she have?

 

She opened her eyes and gazed at the tattoos on her wrists. Her blue eyes narrowed in contempt as she fisted her hands against the cold tile as confusion settled in her heart. She was tired of all of this; she was tired of this existence which she was chained to. Who were they to judge her, to chain her?

 

Her anger left her to be replaced what could only be deep sorrow. She hadn't chosen this path? It was chosen for her…and she couldn't change it. She was bound to it…she was trapped.

 

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, hoping to clear her troubled mind. It was a task that was proving to be harder and harder each day. She was so deep in thought she didn't even notice that she had company, until she felt someone touch her.

 

She tensed as she felt strong arms snake around her waist and pulled her against a hard chest. A very familiar scent and aura invaded her senses, making her relax against his strong frame. She felt warm lips at the back of her neck, making her relax even further. She couldn't stop the moan that left her lips as his fangs graced over a particularly sensitive spot.

 

Through the hazy mist of pleasure, she understood that he must have felt her distress and came to comfort her. This thought irked her and made her anger flare. Her first thought was to push him away; she didn't need his or anyone's comfort.

 

Opening her eyes, she decided to push him away, but he only tightened his hold on her, almost as if guessing her thoughts, his mouth becoming hungrier as he sucked on the sensitive part behind her neck, wiping away any protest from her. She just couldn't stop herself from succumbing to his touches. She mentally berated herself for being so weak, but deep down inside she knew that she was a living being with desires and she needed this if only for this moment.

 

She moaned as fangs graced her neck, sending tiny pricks of pleasure through her body, heating her blood. Her hands braced against the tiles, while his own came to entwine with her own as he pressed harder against her. She watched in child-like fascination how his large hands engulfed her small ones and she was reminded how strong and powerful, he really was.

 

All thoughts left her mind as he nipped the side of her neck. She instinctively tilted her head sideways, exposing her creamy white neck to his questing and sinful mouth.

 

She almost jumped, her eyes snapping open as he made a small cut just where her pulse was and lapped at the blood. Tendrils of pleasure coursed to her sensitive body as his rough tongue swirled around the wound and sucked lightly on it. The shower was still on and the water was still flowing over her, but it didn't do anything to cool her overheated skin as he licked the water from her skin. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she panted. Breathing was suddenly too much.

 

However to her utter surprise he suddenly drew back. He didn't release her, but he wasn't kissing her anymore. She stopped a frustrated growl from leaving her lips. However she forgot about her frustration when she felt his hot breath on her neck. She wondered what he was up to as he felt one of his hands release hers and touch her stomach ever so softly. The innocent touch alone sent bolts of wakefulness along her spine.

 

He blew a puff of hot air against her, making her shiver. She sucked in her breath as he took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently on it.

 

“Just let herself go for now, Kagome.” He whispered huskily in her ear, making her shiver and it had nothing to do with the water falling on them from the shower head.

 

She tensed again and wanted to do nothing more than to tell him to leave her the hell alone, but she got no say in it. She gasped as she was quickly whirled around and her back pressed against the cold tiles behind her. She was pressed flushed against him with her hands trapped between their chests. Sapphire blue eyes met molten gold ones as they stared at one another. He was truly beautiful, she thought absentmindedly for a moment as she looked at him. His long silver bangs were plastered against his face, falling sexily in his molten golden eyes, while at the same covering his aristocratic markings that she was secretly so fond of. She watched as the drops of water rolled along his skin and had to secretly admit that he envied them for being allowed to explore each inch of his body.

 

She felt his golden eyes bore through her blue ones and for once, she felt ashamed and scared. She was like an open book to him, one he could read so easily. She hated that. She knew that although her eyes would show the passion that she felt at the moment, her eyes would also show the sorrow that she had been trying to hide. She turned her face away from him, but he took hold of her chin and turned her face so that he was looking straight in her eyes.

 

“Kagome, you need this right now.” He whispered, her eyes widened as she understood his soft words.

 

A part of her didn't understand why he would offer her such solace, while the other part of her was angry at him for using her this way, but both sides quieted as he claimed her lips with his.

 

He swallowed the moan that left her lips as his lips molded against her own. He tasted like a storm, strong, untamed, fresh, imposing and addicting, all the things that symbolized the mysterious and unique creature that he was. He pressed his taller frame against hers, preventing her from going anywhere. His skillful hands traced every curve and dip of her body, setting her on fire as his mouth devoured hers. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to the feelings that he invoked in her and entangled her arms in his silky hair.

 

His skin felt hot against hers and she could clearly feel the pleased growl that reverberated in his chest. She could feel the obvious sign of his desire pressed against her and it excited her even further. With her mind made up, she decided not to think, not to plan and just let go. She would enjoy the pleasure and the escape that he was offering to her. He was her freedom from the cage that she was trapped in and she gladly accepted it.

 

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Yusuke Urameshi sat quietly on top of the hill looking at the dark sky. Makai was definitely different from Ningenkai. The night sky was darker than in the human realm and unlike the stars in the human realm, the stars here were red. It was beautiful in its own way. He often found himself gazing at the stars on nights like this, when he found his mind wandering.

 

It's almost five years, since he decided to move here. He would have moved sooner, but he had a life with Keiko then and she had refused to move to makai. He sighed; he had tried to make things work with Keiko. He really did…

 

Keiko.

 

His eyes saddened as he thought about the human girl that had held his heart for so long. He had tried to make things work, but he was demon after all and so different from her. She couldn't understand the urge to fight that always ran in his blood or the passion that he held for her.

 

It was that same passion that made them drift apart. She had been afraid to lay with him, afraid that he would hurt her, even when he would never do such a thing. She had never understood that demons were far more zealous creatures than humans and were more in touch with nature and themselves, this also translated to sexual activities.

 

He lowered his face and gazed in front of him. And then there was the problem with what for a child they would have. She made it clear that she didn't want her child…she didn't even consider that it would be his as well, to be like him. She wanted a normal family, a normal marriage, a normal husband, something that he could not give her.

 

They stayed together for five years, with an on and off relationship, before she finally broke it off. He had been devastated, he loved her, but it appeared that that wasn't enough. She had taken all of her things and walked out of his life without looking back.

 

He raised auburn eyes to gaze at the sky once again. He heard that she got married and had two children now. Her dream of having a normal life had come true.

 

“Remising about the past again?” A soft voice said from behind him, making him turn around.

 

He grinned as he noticed his closest friend standing there.

 

“Oi, Kurama, you shouldn't sneak on people like that.” Yusuke said grinning even wider as he watched him smirk.

 

“I went to your castle, but you weren't there.” Kurama said walking closer to him.

 

Yusuke sighed as he ran a hand in his long unruly hair. He had decided to show his demon attributes when living in Makai.

 

“Needed to get out.” He muttered darkly as he gazed in front of him.

 

Kurama's emerald colored eyes softened at his declaration. He quietly took a seat next to him.

 

“I understand.” He said softly, making Yusuke nod his head.

 

Kurama had been there for him when things had gotten rough and he could never repay him for all his kindness. He was just about to ask him what he was doing visiting him, when a familiar voice broke the silence between them.

 

“YUSUKE!”

 

Both of them whirled around to see a very familiar fairy girl flying towards them. Their eyes widened ; they were surprised to see her, but still neither of them could stop the smile from appearing on their faces as they watched her land only a few feet away from them. She expertly jumped of the oar, landing gracefully on her feet, before raising her face to gaze at them.

 

“Yusuke, Kurama.” She said smiling brightly.

 

She still looked the same both of them thought as they gazed at one of the few female friends that they had. Yusuke felt a pang of regret as he thought about how little he had visited these few years as she raised her large amethyst eyes to gaze at him. She smiled warmly at them.

 

“Hey, guys…long time no see.” She said cheerfully.

 

She ran a hand through her hair nervously as she stared at them. Both of them had matured quite well. In front of her stood not the two teenagers that she had come to consider her friends, but two mature men or demon.

 

“Yes, it has Botan.” Kurama said softly, making her blush.

 

She still didn't understand how he could do that to her. She wasn't in love with him or anything, but still he could make her blush like a school girl, she blamed it on his charming and kitsune ways. Her amethyst slowly traced her older features and couldn't stop the thought that if Kurama ever went to the human world, he would have hoards of women chasing after him.

 

Shaking her head, she turned to gaze at Yusuke. He had matured quite nicely over the years. His youkai form still emanated wildness and power, while his dark hair was still as unruly as she remembered; it made her wonder if he ever brushed it. The thought made her giggle, causing the two males to gaze curiously at her.

 

Blushing prettily, she straightened up and turned to gaze at both of them seriously. She missed them a lot and would love to do nothing more than to spend some quality time with them, but she had a job to do. She would have time to spend with them after this was over.

 

“Yusuke and Kurama, I would love to say that I'm here to visit you guys, but I would be lying. I'm here because of Koenma. Something has come up and he needs you.” She said seriously, her amethyst eyes going from the fox to Yusuke.

 

She had expected them to frown and Yusuke to curse at Koenma, but she never expected them both to smirk. She blinked a few times, before wiping her eyes, making sure that what she was seeing was true.

 

“So Kurama, are you feeling up to a challenge?” Yusuke asked grinning as he turned to gaze at the kitsune.

 

“I'm very much up for a challenge. It's been rather dull these few years.” Kurama answered back smugly, his emerald eyes shifting to a deep shade of gold.

 

“Okay…” Botan said obviously confused.

 

“Now, we only need to find Hiei.” She said biting her lower-lip.

 

“I'm here Onna.”

 

Botan let out a startled shriek as she turned to whack whoever it was behind her with her oar. Fortunately Hiei managed to grab the wooden oar, just in time. Amethyst eyes blinked owlishly as Botan stared surprised at the fire apparition who was glaring at her with the oar only a few inches from his face. She blinked a few times.

 

“Ummm…hi.” She managed to squeak out.

 

Yusuke couldn't hold it in anymore. He burst out in laughter. It was just so funny; it was almost like the good old days. Kurama chuckled softly, while Hiei smirked. Botan slowly stepped away, leaving Hiei with the oar, all the while thinking that all of them lost their minds. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Yusuke calmed down and straightened up.

 

“It seems we're all here. I think it's time for us to get going then. Let's see what kind of trouble Koenma has gotten himself into.” He said, not able to stop the excitement from showing in his voice.

 

He couldn't stop the feeling of excitement that pumped through his veins. It's been a long time, he had a good fight and he was looking forward to a good ass-kicking. Looking at the two other demons, he was sure that they were feeling the same way. Both Kurama and Hiei held that certain glint in their eyes that he'd seen many times during battle. All of them were ready for whatever would be thrown at them.

 

Gazing at the sky, he cracked his knuckles.

 

`Time, to kick some ass.'

 

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A/N: Hello my dear readers. I'm finally back and I'm ready to continue this story. It's been such a long time, right? I apologize for the long wait, but I had this major writer's block and I personally think that the story resembled a train wreck. I just had to redo it. The concept of the story is still the same, but there will be some changes. The pairing of this story will be Sess/Kag/Kur. I thank all of those who voted. Anyways please review if you can and let me know what you think.