InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Failing Hope ❯ Red ( Chapter 4 )
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Mystery / Suspense | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.29.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 758 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Mystery / Suspense | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.29.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 758 | Status: Completed
Chapter Four
Hiei glared at the ground as he walked. Having watched the woman die had not been a part of his ideal plans for the day. But then again he wasn’t exactly sure what else was going to happen that tragic day.
Would all the days in the remainder of his life be this long in this short time?
Would all the days be as tragic?
Who would be next?
Hiei shook his head firmly to rid himself of the treacherous thoughts. To think such things at such a vital time was a hindrance. They had faced the whole end of the world thing once before and lived so they could do it again… couldn’t they?
“This is ridiculous,” shouted Yusuke, one could almost see the silver white hair growing from his head as he ranted about “bloody nuisances!”
“… And now we get this key? What the hell? It could go to a damn lawn mower!”
Hiei glanced at the key and felt himself become overwhelmed by sadness.
The last person they had visited had given them the key, a teacher who had told them Kagome had forgotten it and before she had a chance to return it Kagome had disappeared.
He watched as the vision surrounding him leaked away into an icky blackness as he stopped moving and a young woman replaced it. The young woman smiled softly as tears leaked down her check and held a key in her hand. She then placed it into a book that mysteriously appeared in her hands and turned it with a soft click.
The book opened to reveal one lone sentence, almost unreadable by the number of stains that colored the page.
“Goodbye… Forever…”
“Yo shorty, you alright there?”
Hiei snapped out of his reverie as he noticed his friend’s worried faces.
His friends…
He would have never thought that these people, completely different in all aspects, could ever find him, a murderous thief a friend.
He would have never thought he was capable of friends if he hadn’t lived through what he had with them.
Hiei sighed.
“The key… the key is for the diary…”
Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Kurama stared. Then Kurama nodded and began to walk towards the shrine that housed the youngest and last living Higurashi. /the others following quickly in his speeded wake.
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Kuwabara walked up the last step of the long stares and began to shovel in breaths. Only stopping when he heard Yusuke stop complaining and freezing in shock.
He didn’t want to look up.
He didn’t want to look up in fear that he would see some dreaded sight like that of the woman’s corpse, bloody and destroyed.
He didn’t want to see more death and chaos, hadn’t that been why he had quit in the first place?
Kuwabara, with trembling eyes, looked up… Only to find nothing.
He glanced over at Yusuke and noticed that he was paling considerably fast and looked almost as though he was about to throw up.
But why would Yusuke be feeling sick about nothing?
And how did Hiei know where the key lead to?
Could Hiei’s Jagan eye read the minds of the dead?
Could it be possible that Hiei was psychic like that girl? Or did he know her?
But if he knew her, he wouldn’t have kept that from them… would he?
Kuwabara snapped out of his thoughts as Yusuke came back to normal and lay kneeling on the ground. Kuwabara was about to run over to him when Kurama held him back with an apprehensive shake of his head.
“He… he…” Yusuke seemed to be having problems shaking out the words of what he had just seen, making Kuwabara feel even more apprehensive.
“Yes Yusuke?” inquired Kurama.
“He murdered her,” Yusuke replied, his voice sounding high pitched and shaky, “he killed her, and he didn’t even care…”
“Detective explain,”
“That girl, Kagome, she was by that well and then this demon jumped out. The demon attacked her and did things… He… He… He raped her… And then he told her things… things I didn’t understand before he ripped a hole in her stomach. There was so much blood… so much blood…” Yusuke fell to the ground in a heap as he tried to pull himself together once more.
Kuwabara felt his insides run cold as his friend lay squirming on the ground. Had Yusuke been forced to witness such attrocities? What was going on around here.
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“Thank you Yusuke,” whispered Kurama as he turned towards the giant tree, in hopes of perhaps seeing the sleeping demon. Instead he found himself listening to the harmonic song the god tree gave off.
Shutting his eyes briefly he listened to the soft whispers of the treacherous wind and it dance in the ancient tree. After a few minutes he opened his eyes to go talk to his teammates.
Turning, Kurama expected to see his friends all huddled together, but instead, he found himself watching on silently as a young woman, he assumed to be Kagome, crying in another woman’s arms.
The woman wore the outfit of a demon Slayer. He backed up in fear as he recognized her. Just as he did, he felt himself hit something.
Twisting around, he found himself staring into the blood red eyes of his friend.
“Fox?” whispered a voice in his mind.
“It’s nothing…” spoke Kurama aloud as he glanced at the entrance to the Shrine home.
“Well, let’s see if we can find that diary…” spoke Yusuke, his eyes staring warily at the house.
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Yusuke shakily entered the house. His eyes glancing around everywhere so as not to be caught on by surprise anymore.
He hated surprises. His mom had once pulled a surprise birthday party on him with all his friends involved. He had been so shocked he had almost fried Keiko! He had, then, of course, apologized profoundly for about ten minutes until Keiko had just given up being mad and had kissed him hard and long in front of his MOTHER!
But that had been then. Now, he’d be lucky to get out alive. More or less, with his head intact. But at the moment it didn’t seem as though it would happen.
“Souta,” he yelled loudly over the house, listening quietly as it reverberated back to him many times over.
The house was quiet.
To quiet…
“I don’t like this place,” whispered Kuwabara as he began to shiver uncontrollably.
Yusuke turned around to yell at him when he found himself staring at a little girl, words echoing through his mouth as though he were talking to her.
“You shouldn’t yell, Kagome dear! It might attract the spirits of the lost souls!”
Yusuke watched carefully as the little girl turned around with chocolate brown orbs and began to giggle and point at his midsection. He looked down to see a struggling little boy releasing a jet of yellow stream on his monk garb.
He blinked, about read to scream, when he noticed he was staring at his friends, and them back at him.
“Let’s move on, shall we?”
Kurama, the ever wise one. Yusuke turned around and began towards the living room. As he walked, he noticed a knocked over vase. But simply ignored it as an accident Souta was about to clean up.
But then again, why would Souta not have cleaned it up yet?
From what he had seen, Souta seemed like a very neat and organized person. So why would mess still be there?
But why would the mess have been there in the first place?
Yusuke shook his head of the thoughts and began to walk further down the hall. He noticed, slightly alarmed, that a painting was ripped on their left.
What had Souta been doing?
Had he gone enraged and torn them down?
Once again ignoring the facts, Yusuke continue onward, though somewhat faster than before.
As he moved, he noticed that the walls held white paper on it with tiny red handprints, yet it didn’t. And also that the pictures were always red.
Then, as he continued to walk even faster he noticed that the white background was disappearing and that the red was splattering against the walls.
The hands were becoming disfigured, as he jogged, transforming into crude pictures of random things. He saw a red dragon, with flame emerging from its mouth.
Ferocious cats, battling against blood red snakes.
Blood red…
Blood…
“Souta!” Yusuke screamed as he ran forward, the splattered paintings becoming darker and more common.
He noticed a scarlet door at the end of the hallway as he heard the tap tapping, of his feet against the wooden red floor.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity he reached the door and grabbed hold of the red doorknob… the sticky, red doorknob.
With a twist and a jerk, he heard his heart pounding in his ears, and wondered silently who else could.
The door slowly opened and he watched on as the room slowly slid open for the eyes of the world.
Red…
Red…
Red…
The only color in the room was red…
Red pieces of cracked glass littered the red hardwood floor.
Torn red curtains hung damp and still trying to hide the red broken window, dripping red dew on a red Oriental rug.
Red…
Everything was so ver red…
Yusuke placed one foot carefully into the room, only taking back after hearing a soft squish of red liquid atop of the red boards.
However, gaining confidence once more, Yusuke stepped fully into the red room, to feel somewhat uncomfortable with the metallic smell filling his off tan nose in the red room.
Taking another step, Yusuke felt himself step on something soft and bendable. Removing his foot he dipped down and sunk his hand into a gooey substance up to his knuckles, and pulling them out with what looked to be a human’s hand, minus the thumb.
As soon as he realized what it was Yusuke released it and stared down at the sinking hand. Only then turning a slight green at realization of the substance beneath him.
“Yusuke?” whispered a deep green Kuwabara.
“Let’s go guys, there’s nothing in here of any worth,” whispered Yusuke as he began to leave. But he noticed, Hiei, who stood frozen to his spot, and stopped, closing his eyes to stop any images.
“The diary,” whispered Hiei, slightly pale in the face, “it’s over there.”
The entire group turned to look where the Fire apparition pointed and turned even paler as the saw the red leg sticking up from the re ground.
Yusuke nodded slightly and made his way, slowly over towards the leg, the smells of rotting flesh burning his nose as he glared at the leg.
Reaching his hand deeper into the slightly deeper puddle, he felt his hand touch the floorboard, and noticed a small crack in the floor.
Pulling slightly at the crack, Yusuke felt a floorboard loosen and crack and some of the blood escape into the small cavity.
Yusuke quickly grabbed the box like object from within and pulled it out. He then threw the box to Kurama, who easily caught it and opened it.
Yusuke watched Kurama as he flicked through the pages with ease and felt a feeling of disgust rise up in his gut at the thought that the fox would feel so careless about blood. They were practically soaking in it!
Yusuke glared around the room quickly, trying t ignore the tiny droplets of red pelting out of the red book.
However, at the annoyed grunt from Hiei he turned back, just in time to see a tiny slip of paper fall like a feather on to the dark red mote.
Staring down, Yusuke found himself staring at what appeared to be a picture, with five people and a child posing. The one in the middle, a black haired beauty, looking as though she was trying to prevent her friends from destroying the camera. However, that was not what caught Yusuke’s attention. Perhaps it was the light, or maybe even the strange glow of the liquid red around them, but Yusuke was sure he saw a flash of recognition cross Kurama’s normally pensive face. Moments later he heard a soft swear emit from the normally passive demon and was able to catch only a few words that seemed to echo eternally.
“Damn it Shippo,”
All other words were lost as the group left the red room with its red broken glass on the red hardwood floor. And its torn red curtains hanging damply whilst trying to hide the red broken window, dripping red dew on the oriental red rug.
Hiei glared at the ground as he walked. Having watched the woman die had not been a part of his ideal plans for the day. But then again he wasn’t exactly sure what else was going to happen that tragic day.
Would all the days in the remainder of his life be this long in this short time?
Would all the days be as tragic?
Who would be next?
Hiei shook his head firmly to rid himself of the treacherous thoughts. To think such things at such a vital time was a hindrance. They had faced the whole end of the world thing once before and lived so they could do it again… couldn’t they?
“This is ridiculous,” shouted Yusuke, one could almost see the silver white hair growing from his head as he ranted about “bloody nuisances!”
“… And now we get this key? What the hell? It could go to a damn lawn mower!”
Hiei glanced at the key and felt himself become overwhelmed by sadness.
The last person they had visited had given them the key, a teacher who had told them Kagome had forgotten it and before she had a chance to return it Kagome had disappeared.
He watched as the vision surrounding him leaked away into an icky blackness as he stopped moving and a young woman replaced it. The young woman smiled softly as tears leaked down her check and held a key in her hand. She then placed it into a book that mysteriously appeared in her hands and turned it with a soft click.
The book opened to reveal one lone sentence, almost unreadable by the number of stains that colored the page.
“Goodbye… Forever…”
“Yo shorty, you alright there?”
Hiei snapped out of his reverie as he noticed his friend’s worried faces.
His friends…
He would have never thought that these people, completely different in all aspects, could ever find him, a murderous thief a friend.
He would have never thought he was capable of friends if he hadn’t lived through what he had with them.
Hiei sighed.
“The key… the key is for the diary…”
Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Kurama stared. Then Kurama nodded and began to walk towards the shrine that housed the youngest and last living Higurashi. /the others following quickly in his speeded wake.
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Kuwabara walked up the last step of the long stares and began to shovel in breaths. Only stopping when he heard Yusuke stop complaining and freezing in shock.
He didn’t want to look up.
He didn’t want to look up in fear that he would see some dreaded sight like that of the woman’s corpse, bloody and destroyed.
He didn’t want to see more death and chaos, hadn’t that been why he had quit in the first place?
Kuwabara, with trembling eyes, looked up… Only to find nothing.
He glanced over at Yusuke and noticed that he was paling considerably fast and looked almost as though he was about to throw up.
But why would Yusuke be feeling sick about nothing?
And how did Hiei know where the key lead to?
Could Hiei’s Jagan eye read the minds of the dead?
Could it be possible that Hiei was psychic like that girl? Or did he know her?
But if he knew her, he wouldn’t have kept that from them… would he?
Kuwabara snapped out of his thoughts as Yusuke came back to normal and lay kneeling on the ground. Kuwabara was about to run over to him when Kurama held him back with an apprehensive shake of his head.
“He… he…” Yusuke seemed to be having problems shaking out the words of what he had just seen, making Kuwabara feel even more apprehensive.
“Yes Yusuke?” inquired Kurama.
“He murdered her,” Yusuke replied, his voice sounding high pitched and shaky, “he killed her, and he didn’t even care…”
“Detective explain,”
“That girl, Kagome, she was by that well and then this demon jumped out. The demon attacked her and did things… He… He… He raped her… And then he told her things… things I didn’t understand before he ripped a hole in her stomach. There was so much blood… so much blood…” Yusuke fell to the ground in a heap as he tried to pull himself together once more.
Kuwabara felt his insides run cold as his friend lay squirming on the ground. Had Yusuke been forced to witness such attrocities? What was going on around here.
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“Thank you Yusuke,” whispered Kurama as he turned towards the giant tree, in hopes of perhaps seeing the sleeping demon. Instead he found himself listening to the harmonic song the god tree gave off.
Shutting his eyes briefly he listened to the soft whispers of the treacherous wind and it dance in the ancient tree. After a few minutes he opened his eyes to go talk to his teammates.
Turning, Kurama expected to see his friends all huddled together, but instead, he found himself watching on silently as a young woman, he assumed to be Kagome, crying in another woman’s arms.
The woman wore the outfit of a demon Slayer. He backed up in fear as he recognized her. Just as he did, he felt himself hit something.
Twisting around, he found himself staring into the blood red eyes of his friend.
“Fox?” whispered a voice in his mind.
“It’s nothing…” spoke Kurama aloud as he glanced at the entrance to the Shrine home.
“Well, let’s see if we can find that diary…” spoke Yusuke, his eyes staring warily at the house.
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Yusuke shakily entered the house. His eyes glancing around everywhere so as not to be caught on by surprise anymore.
He hated surprises. His mom had once pulled a surprise birthday party on him with all his friends involved. He had been so shocked he had almost fried Keiko! He had, then, of course, apologized profoundly for about ten minutes until Keiko had just given up being mad and had kissed him hard and long in front of his MOTHER!
But that had been then. Now, he’d be lucky to get out alive. More or less, with his head intact. But at the moment it didn’t seem as though it would happen.
“Souta,” he yelled loudly over the house, listening quietly as it reverberated back to him many times over.
The house was quiet.
To quiet…
“I don’t like this place,” whispered Kuwabara as he began to shiver uncontrollably.
Yusuke turned around to yell at him when he found himself staring at a little girl, words echoing through his mouth as though he were talking to her.
“You shouldn’t yell, Kagome dear! It might attract the spirits of the lost souls!”
Yusuke watched carefully as the little girl turned around with chocolate brown orbs and began to giggle and point at his midsection. He looked down to see a struggling little boy releasing a jet of yellow stream on his monk garb.
He blinked, about read to scream, when he noticed he was staring at his friends, and them back at him.
“Let’s move on, shall we?”
Kurama, the ever wise one. Yusuke turned around and began towards the living room. As he walked, he noticed a knocked over vase. But simply ignored it as an accident Souta was about to clean up.
But then again, why would Souta not have cleaned it up yet?
From what he had seen, Souta seemed like a very neat and organized person. So why would mess still be there?
But why would the mess have been there in the first place?
Yusuke shook his head of the thoughts and began to walk further down the hall. He noticed, slightly alarmed, that a painting was ripped on their left.
What had Souta been doing?
Had he gone enraged and torn them down?
Once again ignoring the facts, Yusuke continue onward, though somewhat faster than before.
As he moved, he noticed that the walls held white paper on it with tiny red handprints, yet it didn’t. And also that the pictures were always red.
Then, as he continued to walk even faster he noticed that the white background was disappearing and that the red was splattering against the walls.
The hands were becoming disfigured, as he jogged, transforming into crude pictures of random things. He saw a red dragon, with flame emerging from its mouth.
Ferocious cats, battling against blood red snakes.
Blood red…
Blood…
“Souta!” Yusuke screamed as he ran forward, the splattered paintings becoming darker and more common.
He noticed a scarlet door at the end of the hallway as he heard the tap tapping, of his feet against the wooden red floor.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity he reached the door and grabbed hold of the red doorknob… the sticky, red doorknob.
With a twist and a jerk, he heard his heart pounding in his ears, and wondered silently who else could.
The door slowly opened and he watched on as the room slowly slid open for the eyes of the world.
Red…
Red…
Red…
The only color in the room was red…
Red pieces of cracked glass littered the red hardwood floor.
Torn red curtains hung damp and still trying to hide the red broken window, dripping red dew on a red Oriental rug.
Red…
Everything was so ver red…
Yusuke placed one foot carefully into the room, only taking back after hearing a soft squish of red liquid atop of the red boards.
However, gaining confidence once more, Yusuke stepped fully into the red room, to feel somewhat uncomfortable with the metallic smell filling his off tan nose in the red room.
Taking another step, Yusuke felt himself step on something soft and bendable. Removing his foot he dipped down and sunk his hand into a gooey substance up to his knuckles, and pulling them out with what looked to be a human’s hand, minus the thumb.
As soon as he realized what it was Yusuke released it and stared down at the sinking hand. Only then turning a slight green at realization of the substance beneath him.
“Yusuke?” whispered a deep green Kuwabara.
“Let’s go guys, there’s nothing in here of any worth,” whispered Yusuke as he began to leave. But he noticed, Hiei, who stood frozen to his spot, and stopped, closing his eyes to stop any images.
“The diary,” whispered Hiei, slightly pale in the face, “it’s over there.”
The entire group turned to look where the Fire apparition pointed and turned even paler as the saw the red leg sticking up from the re ground.
Yusuke nodded slightly and made his way, slowly over towards the leg, the smells of rotting flesh burning his nose as he glared at the leg.
Reaching his hand deeper into the slightly deeper puddle, he felt his hand touch the floorboard, and noticed a small crack in the floor.
Pulling slightly at the crack, Yusuke felt a floorboard loosen and crack and some of the blood escape into the small cavity.
Yusuke quickly grabbed the box like object from within and pulled it out. He then threw the box to Kurama, who easily caught it and opened it.
Yusuke watched Kurama as he flicked through the pages with ease and felt a feeling of disgust rise up in his gut at the thought that the fox would feel so careless about blood. They were practically soaking in it!
Yusuke glared around the room quickly, trying t ignore the tiny droplets of red pelting out of the red book.
However, at the annoyed grunt from Hiei he turned back, just in time to see a tiny slip of paper fall like a feather on to the dark red mote.
Staring down, Yusuke found himself staring at what appeared to be a picture, with five people and a child posing. The one in the middle, a black haired beauty, looking as though she was trying to prevent her friends from destroying the camera. However, that was not what caught Yusuke’s attention. Perhaps it was the light, or maybe even the strange glow of the liquid red around them, but Yusuke was sure he saw a flash of recognition cross Kurama’s normally pensive face. Moments later he heard a soft swear emit from the normally passive demon and was able to catch only a few words that seemed to echo eternally.
“Damn it Shippo,”
All other words were lost as the group left the red room with its red broken glass on the red hardwood floor. And its torn red curtains hanging damply whilst trying to hide the red broken window, dripping red dew on the oriental red rug.