InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Tears ❯ New Members? ( Chapter 2 )

AN: I would like to ask people to please flame me if you so desire. I'm thick skinned so you won't hurt my fealings so easily, but don't be too harsh I am human you know (contrary to popular belief). I want anyone and everyone that reads my fics to feel comfortable with telling me how they feel, and I value all input. I send Snuggles and Huggles to every one who reviewed and everyone that didn't but took time to read or at least glance at my fic. Now on with the story:

 

Disclaimer: "I do own InuYasha and YuYu Hakusho" (laughs diabolically) ::F.B.I. busts in the front door and surrounds me with guns drawn.:: "I'll never let them go" :: AgentX runs out from a back room, "Sir shes got Hiei and Sesshomaru chained to a wall in the back." "Well get them out of here." "No!!!! we won't leave Dark Miko, you can't make us." ::F.B.I. tries to drag them away:: "Thank God for Stockholm Syndrome." (MUhhahhahahhahah)

 

Just joking I don't own either InuYasha or YuYu Hakusho. (weeps softly)

 

 

"..." talking

*~Flashback~*

<...> telepath

'...' thinking

 

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Chapter 2

 

NEW MEMBERS?

 

 

 

Three Months later---Koenma Prince of Spirit World's office

 

 

 

"Hey toddler, hurry up and tell us what the hell you want. Keiko is going to kill me for ditching her again." grumbled Yusuke Urameshi, formally dead spirit detective of Earth.

 

"Yusuke, if you would give the rest of the team a chance to arrive I will gladly inform you of your new assignment so you can get the HELL out of my office." Koenma was screaming by now at a smirking Yusuke.

 

Yusuke was a tall well muscled teenage boy of around seventeen. His stubborn jaw and slicked back black hair gave him the appearance of a typical high school thug with a chip on his shoulder. It wasn't until you gazed deep into his honey colored eyes that you realized just how misleading his appearance really was.

 

He wasn't just any other thug, he was something special. In his eyes there was a gleam of hardness and a determination to survive and succeed that was chilling to witness. One would not think that one so young would have that look in his eyes. That look belonged to the hardest criminals or war survivers or someone who had seen things that they should posses no knowledge of at all.

 

But underneath it all there was a sheen of softness that was barely visible if you didn't know to look for it, though most would not even try to look beyond the surface. If they had they would have seen the real him. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul.

 

In his eyes you could see the hope that someone would come along and show him that there was still good in the world and that the monsters that lived under your bed weren't real.

 

He had long ago given up on that hope because he knew that the monsters that lived under the bed were real and were much worse than any childish dream he had ever imagined. Hell Yusuke was friends with some of the worst monsters, the ones that made the other monsters tremble in fear. Fuck that, he wasn't just friends with them he worked with them on a daily basis to protect the whole ningen population.

 

As soon as Koenma was on the verge of jumping off his desk and unwisely tackling Yusuke, Botan's blue portal opened and out stepped the last two member of their team.

 

Suuichi Minamino a.k.a Yoko Kurama or just Kurama to his friends stepped out first behind the blue headed Botan. The tall figure was crowned with a stunning head of glistening red hair the color of the deepest roses or the color of a persons hearts blood. Both descriptions were hauntingly accurate. His eyes were the hue of the deep forest after the first real summer rain. Viened with amber they were seductively entrancing, they had the ability to make a person feel as if Kurama was seeing their very soul and reading their minds at the same time. What was even more amazing was his ability to make you love the feeling of telling all to him and crave the oppurtuinity to do it again.

 

Yes he was smooth, especially with the women. With women he was like a fox in a hen house. Quitely slipping into and out of the hens "nests" without them any the wiser that they had been robbed of their "eggs".

 

Yes he was a fox alright, hypothetically and literally.

 

You see Kurama was by far no ordinary human boy. About seventeen years ago the great silver kitsune thief by the name of Yoko Kurama was injured and forced to take refuge outside of Makai. He implanted his soul into the body of a ningen womans baby son Suuichi.

 

Thus Kurama was born.

 

The two souls inside the one body had a love/hate relationship and Kurama was the part were the two had begun to overlap and settle into agreement with each other.

 

Suuichi without the presence of Yoko would have probably been like every other teenage boy, but with the soul of the legendry thief inside his body he was so much more.

 

Yoko was a typical kitsune. He was smart and strong with a voracious appetite for sexual escapades of any kind with either sex. His down fall was his curiosity, that was what had got him into this mess to begin with. After all curiosity did kill the cat, why not the fox too.

 

Kurama was the calm force between the two. He was often the voice of reason for the Spirit Detective team. With his eerie calm and smooth countance he was a formidable and intimidating foe.

 

Second behind Kurama was the worst member of their team by far.

 

Hiei Jaganshi was a youkai of short stature, but he brought truth to the statement that dynamite comes in small packages. Even though Hiei was small height wise he was filled out in all the right places. His arms and legs bulged with muscles that were easily detectable through his form fitting black leather pants and his black shorn shirt. He stood at about 4 foot 9 inches tall, and had the most gravity defiying hair ever imaginable.

 

He wore a katanna strapped to his waist by two white belts with silver buckles, and everyone could tell that the sword was his real best friend. Over his regular clothing he wore a long black cape that was made from the silk of the moth demon and provided him with a subtle means of protection. (AN: Think the Fire Rat kimono)

 

The two most interesting items of his attire was the white bandana that he wore constantly around his forhead and the white bandages that were ever present wrapped around his right arm from his knuckles all the way up to just slightly past his elbow.

 

The bandana could be played off for a number of different reasons in the ningen world. Some people would say that Hiei was in a gang, was scared on his forehead, wanted to look extra tough, and a few wiser ones might even say that he wore the bandana simply because he wished to. But as wise as their guesses would have been if Hiei was just a simple human thug they were way off base with the real Hiei. Hiei wore the bandan because he did in fact like the way it looked but more importantly he liked the way it concealed his forehead, making the skin that circled his skull invisible to any passerbyer. Hiei did in fact have something to hide, something extremely............unique.

 

Underneath that tiny scrap of cloth (very sexy scrap of cloth if I do say so myself ^_^) there was an eye. This eye was no normal appendage in the least, in fact this eye did not even belong to Hiei himself. The eye was called the Jagan, and it was extremely powerful. Granting him the ability to peer into the minds of others, it also gave him telekinetic powers, and after an extended period of weakness when first gaining the implant, it increased his more natural attacks ten fold. The Jagan eye was an extremely powerful companion, if one could survive the ordeal required to gain and control the Jagan itself. When dealing with the demonic implant there was one important thing that could never be forgoten: control, true control is nothing but a dream, and even the most powerful must wake up sometime.

 

The bandage was just as if not more interesting than the bandana. Wraped around his arm from below his wrist and up arm to just past his elbow it looked as if he had been badly injured. In fact it was just the opposite. If anyone with a bit of spiritual awareness were to gaze at his arm for a prolonged period of time they would notice that the aura around it was darker more hostile than was normally associated with Hiei's somber and calculating form. The same could be said for the aura that surrounded the Jagan, except that that aura was wilder and more untamed than even Hiei's aura normally appeared. The bandage was in fact keeping something restrained, and a very powerful something at that.

 

Needless to say Hiei was every good little girls bad boy fantasy come to life, every parents image of what Satan himself would look like minus the horns, well at least in this form.

 

As the two youkai stepped into the office of the tiny rulers office the blue portal snapped closed behind them. Resisting the urge to fry a certain detective Kurama calmly asked, "Koenma-sama you asked to see Hiei and myself, and here we are. What exactly was it that you wanted to see the team about sir?

 

Standing up and struggling to righten his robes the bite sized ruler huffed a deep breath and once again resumed his chair and his appearance of unruffled ruler.

 

Clearing his throat he once again began, "Well Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke you know that the Dark Tournament is coming up and since Kuwabara is no longer with us we need to find a fourth and fifth member for the team."

 

"Have anyone in mind pacifier breath?" Yusuke grumbled.

 

"Well actually I do. All you four have to do is persuade them to join us. Now their names are.........."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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AN: (Dodges wildly thrown object including those damnable cupcakes agian.) MMMMUUUUUHHHHAHAHHAHHAH EVIL CLIFFY!!!!!!!

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