Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Idiosyncratic ❯ Chapter 2

"Hey, where are we going," Souta yelled to his cousin over the combined roar of wind and engine.

 

"You'll see! We're almost there!" Yusuke's normally greased-back hair had been rock solid at the start of their journey. Though because he didn't wear a helmet (Souta was wearing it), his "tough" look was now flying freely about his head.

 

"What a sight Yusuke's hair'll be whenever we stop! Where the hell are we, anyways? I've never been to this side of town before...isn't this by the old train tracks?" Souta's thoughts echoed the look of amusement and confusion on his face.

 

The scenery speeding past the boy's line of vision was puzzling to him. The cement of the roads was falling apart, tall pieces of grass growing in bunches out of the cracks. The houses grew smaller and shabbier. Groups of dangerous-looking people were wandering about. Overall, it was a real ghetto.

 

Off in the distance, a horn was going on and on and on...

 

"That's the train! It ships weird shit through here a bunch. There's a checkpoint around here somewhere!" Yusuke yelled over his shoulder to Souta.

 

"Is this place safe?" Souta was worried. Not just for himself, but for what would happen to his favorite cousin if Kagome found out that he had brought Souta here.

 

"Actually," The thirteen year old thought to himself, "It has a certain charm to it...The graffiti has a kind of beauty to it...no idea what it says, but who cares?" He leaned into the sharp right turn as Yusuke had instructed him to, and immediately felt as if he were in a different world when his eyes met the sky once more.

 

It was bright pink! His breath left his lungs entirely as he saw the way the pink light reflected off of drainpipes, windows, newly formed puddles; the way it lit the graffiti shambling everywhere.

 

"Hey, you're catching flies."

 

Souta shut his mouth in embarrassment. Realizing that they were there...where ever there was, he quickly got off of the bike. A rumbling accompanied by sounds of metal on metal assaulted his eardrums; he was glad for a sound that wasn't the motorcycle. It was pretty loud...louder than it had been before.

 

As if reading his mind, Yusuke gave him an explanation.

 

"We're practically right across the street from the tracks," he said, pointing a thumb to indicate where the tracks were.

 

"So where are we?" Souta was just now noticing that they were parked in front of a small house that was painted and obscene red-violet, also littered with the graffiti that was everywhere else.

 

It had a small front porch, a bigger side porch that looked out over the tracks, a patch of dusty, beaten down dirt that served as a driveway, and an impressively large backyard surrounded by a stone fence. The young boy also noticed that there was a tall ladder leaning against the house wall in the backyard, and a chimney that topped it all off.

 

Yusuke grinned. "I decided i should drop in to tell my good friend that I'll probably drop by later, before she leaves. Plus, you should meet her. She's-" That's when the side screen door opened.

 

"Well, if it isn't the detective? Come to say 'hey' before you risk your life again?" The sultry voice was filled with amusement as she looked the both of them over.

"I see you've brought your cousin."

 

Souta was mildly surprised, but after hearing about and even seeing some of the things his sister spoke of, it wasn't that bad. Instead, he raised his eyebrow at Yusuke.

 

"'before you risk your life again'? O...kay. I guess she's talkin about Keiko?"

 

"...yeah..." The boy mumbled in shame. He hated the fact that everyone knew he had been completely whipped. Of course, he hoped Keiko would forgive his continued absence -all the missions lately- tonight, but still...

 

Both boys and the girl met up on the stairs. Yusuke and the girl hugged in greeting...longer than normal hug should last...as if neither wanted to let go.

 

Souta had liked her immediately. Her rough-n-tumble look and attitude- from her short, crazy blonde hair to the small sarcastic comments she made that somehow displayed her caring- reminded him of what he someday hoped to be. No, not a girl, but a total badass.

 

Introductions had been made on the wooden stairwell leading up to the side porch. Her name was Aevrik.

"So...is the Gardener here?" Yusuke had a silly grin on his face as he looked at her, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed.

 

Aevrik raised her eyebrow at the nineteen year old just as Souta had done. "Is that all you came over here to do? To terrorize my poor dog de-"

 

"No! I just! I just...look, tonight's the night i propose to Keiko, and I needed to let out some stress!"

 

"Ah. Well, if you need to terrorize him that badly, he's probably down the tracks some, tagging the train stopped at the checkpoint. That's all he's been doing lately. This whole neighborhood has borne the brunt of his abuse, so-"

 

"-you mean to tell me he's done most of the work around this neighborhood?!" Souta interrupted...or to be more precise, yelled.

 

"Yes," Aevrik answered, smoothing her already wild hair. She continued, "Maybe if you ask him, he'll teach you how to do it...but that's only if he likes you. He's really touchy-"

 

"-You mean to say he's an asshole!-"

 

"-Well, yeah! What do you expect? If he wasn't, you wouldn't like him so much!"

 

"Duh! Look, it's about five thirty...don't you have a date with Kuwabara tonight?"

 

"Don't you have a date with Miss Priss Keiko tonight?"

 

Silence spread as the two stood there scowling at each other. It was a draw .

 

"You guys are made for each other..."Souta grumbled, uncomfortable in the silence.

 

Aevrik turned her head and coughed slightly, while Yusuke turned slightly red.

 

While the silence blanketed the small group, Aevrik looked into Yusuke's eyes. She seemed to be immensely amused by something. Souta didn't know what.

 

“Your move, detective.”

 

The silence stretched on a little longer, before Souta "accidentally" threw himself down the stairs.

 

"Oh my god! I just suddenly and mysteriously fell down the stairs! I'm pretty sure every single one of my bones are broken!" He cried out, lying on the ground in an awkward position.

 

Aevrik burst out laughing, eventually doubling over. Yusuke rushed down to where Souta lie on the ground.

 

"Even though he just said something, I'm pretty sure he cannot breathe. I must perform mouth to mouth!"

 

Souta scrambled up from the site of his "accident".

 

"What're you, gay?!"

 

"No! What're you, a homophobe?!"

 

"No!"

 

"Then shut up and stop your dying! Hey Aevrik, I'm be by later tonight, 'k?"

 

Aevrik laughed some more, then nodded her agreement.

 

"Souta, you're welcome here anytime after an exhibition like that! See you tonight, Yusuke!"

 

 

On the way back Souta couldn't help but think to himself about the way they had acted towards each other... how that greeting hug had lasted longer than a "normal" greeting hug should last...

 

"how their eyes had seemed to speak words that neither had the heart to speak aloud..."

 

 

He was a wanderer. Walking endlessly through an infinite desert made of the Sands of Time. He must've been quite the spectacle, crossing the realms. From the painstakingly intricate embroidered kimono, to his unruly shoulder length dark hair. Despite his lavish appearance, he was a lost soul. No definite destination- any knowledge of one had been lost long ago...from that other time.

 

He was the Nowhere Man...a king with all the world at his beck and call...he had just forgotten how to command it...just like almost everything else. with limited knowledge of his past and present, he lolligaged throughout all of the three worlds without a single damn to give. He was just searching. For what, he couldn't say- he just knew that he would recognize it when he found it.

 

Currently, he was traveling throughout the human world. Just minding his own business...hair blowing in the breeze, walking in the darkening shade of the forest, birds chirping-

 

-“WHAT?!”

 

The sudden shout was like thunder directly overhead, and had the same effect. It scared the shit out of him. The birds were banished, the tension level rose, and he nearly jumped out of his damn sandals! Of course, he settled for just falling over in shock. The flock of birds were shrieking in the distance.

 

Intending to see just who possessed a voice loud like thunder, the Nowhere man hustled over to where the birds appeared to be coming from

 

by the time he got there, all the excitement seemed to have died down...or so he thought.

 

There was some half-breed that looked vaguely familiar in an obnoxiously red kimono, and a long-haired temptress sitting on the edge of a well. He would have left if it wasn't for the fact that he was a leg man, and -temptress or not- he wanted to ogle those l-e-e-e-e-e-e-g-s while he could...All that indecent amount of skin showing...mmmmmm...look at those legs. He would LOVE to have those legs wrapped around his waist while he-

 

-Wha? Hey! Damnit, you're blocking the view, dog boy!...Fuck, looks like he's got his whole tongue down her throat...

 

he watched the temptress push the half demon away, muttering apologies, as she leapt into the well. Blue lights that spoke of old magick shot up from the well, moments after she had jumped. That left the half-breed alone (or so he thought) looking stunned and...hurt?

 

The dark tendrils that was the Nowhere man's hair tickled his nose in the breeze, but he did nothing. He couldn't bring himself to move. The man stood locked to the spot, watching as the half-breed stood there for a long time- looking completely and utterly destroyed. As the dark-haired shadow continued to look on, Mr. Red kimono slowly fell to his knees, the same expression of having just been annihilated upon his face. As if someone had just wrenched his heart out.

 

Dog boy crumbled to the ground in front of the well, resting his arms on the edge and cradling his head.

 

All was quiet for a moment as the silent watcher walked away, leaving the broken boy his privacy. Despite the speed of his steps, the cheerfully chirping of birds and crickets alike, and the leaves rustling- the lone boy's first, heart-shattering sobs reached the man's ears. The breeze that came next was so cold and ferocious and blew the trees so furiously that the resulting flurry of leaves taking flight blinded him...bug the only sound he could recall hearing was the name said over and over and over in between tears, brought over to him on the wind.....

 

“Kagome...”

 

 

Before the status quo of chain-free living had been violently smashed to dust with the sledgehammer of an arranged marriage, king Mireikou or the Spirit Realm had been known as Emerys Caith.

 

While his name was never publicly linked with anything other than being King of the Spirit Realm, -in the human world- the scum that dragged along the tavern trail and the people in contact with said scum knew better. Knew better than to speak the adventurer's name aloud, for fear that simply giving tongue to his name would procure the Rogue and his hellish cronies from the very air they took into their lungs to keep their bodies alive. Emerys- better known as the Hellwind Rogue to mutterers, gossips, and all those with ears- was the very reason people said that even Kings across the land and on the continent had begun to fear for their riches.

 

Despite this, his name wasn't a commonly spoken thing. As said before, people were afraid to even say it in the open...fear was and still is a powerful tool. The intelligent manipulation of it kept Emerys from being caught and kept the Hellwind Rogue in business. Yes, only a hand selected few ever discovered the connection between Emerys Caith (and so therefore King Mireikou) and the Hellwind Rogue.

 

 

It was getting late. Well, if a squibbling nitpicker wanted to complain about accuracy, it was 1:24 in the morning. As per usual on a Saturday night, teenagers were romping about with alcohol on the breath and crazy antics in the mind. Oh no, here comes that damn nitpicker...to be ACURATE, two certain someones were walking home via a cliché dark alley after spending their Saturday doing teenage things. Looks aside, they weren't the most ordinary teenagers...but they sure were acting the part. Loud, obscene jokes, followed by loud, obscene laughing. Taking an obviously hazardous route capped it all off. Both wearing the kind of clothing and acting in such a way sure to get their asses kicked-

 

They were definitely looking for trouble.

 

The boy had all the looks of knowing trouble on a first name basis. From the scars littering his exposed skin, to the way he guffawed and carried himself. He towered o over his female companion with his muscular build and an orange cloud of a pompadour. The foreign looking boy wore a thermal pajama top decorated with crack addict cat heads under a spotless white pinstriped suit coat. Casual bluejeans fit comfortably around his hips, and his footsteps rang out as loud taps- a result of wearing his belovedly beat up dress shoes. They were actually tap-dancing shoes...but only a single person knew the whole story behind them. The tall boy carried a bag stuffed to breaking point with videos. He carried oodles of kung fu flicks, action movies, a comedy here and there- but no weapon, unlike his lady friend.

 

The girl was pretty tall, looking to know trouble just as well as the boy she swaggered in step with. She came up to the middle of her companion's upper arm, but she was wearing high-heeled boots, so she was cheating. The thick, steel-toed boots were a pair of lace ups that went to the knees. And had buckle-adorned straps crossing over the laces. The charcoal boots would have been concealed by her long,lacy,white skirt had it not been tucked up into her waistband on either side. A direct result of a night spent on the dance floor. The girl had what appeared to be an average figure, and her short, wild, white-blonde hair flared out on either side of her head. She had a fire-engine red streak in the piece of hair that covered her left eye completely. Her torso was embraced in a snug black zipped up jacket, the collar askew while the sleeves were especially tight and rolled up to the elbow. The most curious thing about her- besides the company she kept and said company's thermal underwear shirt with the caffeine-high cats- was what she was toting...resting upon her shoulder like a baseball bat.

 

It was a long, heavy, rust-encrusted lead pipe. Most people thought she had stolen it from under someone's sink because of the short elbow joint still attached. Others thought she had gone into a hardware store with a gun, and demanded their pipes. (“GIMME YER PIPES!”)

 

“-So i was fucking my girlfriend the other night-” the girl began, despite the fact she had no girlfriend.

 

“Oh nooooooooo......” The tall boy groaned, obviously having heard this one before. This only encouraged her. She got a broad smile on her face.

 

The pipe-toting girl continued, “and when i had put it in, it was all scratchy- not good on my dick at all, man. Not good.” the skirt she was wearing was pretty sheer. With one look at her racy underwear, it was quite obvious she lacked any male appendages.

 

“Auuuuuuuughhh......”

 

Unbeknownst to the two goof balls swaggering down the hazardous alley, a pair of vermilion eyes followed their every move and had been doing so all damn day.

 

“So i told the bitch about it-”

 

“-that's not a nice thing to call girls,” the boy interrupted. The girl gave him a stare, then continued.

 

“So i told the nice, puritan woman about the scratchy-ness of her nice, puritan vagina, and she told me to wait a minute while she ran off to the bathroom...”

 

The shadow following the two had to bring the crook of his arm up to his mouth in order to smother the laughter that was leaking from his lips.

 

Curiosity and brotherly- protectiveness had overcome the claret eyed speedy demon yesterday when the looming oaf had opted out of seeing the latest poorly-made gore film with Yusuke before his date with Keiko. Usually the orange-haired horror jumped at the chance of a bad gore flick. Especially with Yusuke- together they would make fun of it, a lá Mystery Science Theater.

 

Of course, the detective knew this and had pried...even the Fox had taken part in the wheedling. Finally the bastard had said something about a “kind-sorta date”, and that in turn caused Yusuke to start telling dirty jokes...dropping the subject.

 

“-when she came back, we resumed our fucking...but it was all smooth. Real nice, you know?”

 

So, said speedy demon -thinking the worst- had shadowed the orange haired monstrosity to the meeting place that following evening. He would have left after his sigh of relief -damn good thing t wasn't his sister!- had it not been for what happened...what piqued his usually dormant curiosity.

 

Kuwabara had been yammering on and on and on about some nonsense, like he usually did. As Hiei watched, a slow smile spread across the girl's face. Kuwabara couldn't see it, his eyes were closed. He was probably talking about Yukina. Since finally deciding to block out oafy's blatherings about his sister least he kill his teammate and be put in eternal jail, he had to learn the signs. Closed eyes and excited speech was one of those signs.

 

As Kuwabara gushed about Hiei's sister, the short-haired girl's gaze slowly slid over to where Hiei was hiding- landing directly on him. No over-the-shoulder or slightly-to-the-right, direct eye contact. No hesitation. Then, to add to Hiei's horror, a cheshire cat grin stretched across her face, and she waved her arm over her head at him. All of this, despite the fact he had cloaked his aura, youki, scent, everything! He couldn't even smell his own un-deodorized armpits!

 

“So i asked her what she had done to make it that smooth.”

 

When the cat fanatic had asked her about it, she had given some I-thought-i-saw-my-friend-but-it-wasn't-them excuse. When Kuwabara had resumed his worshipful descriptions, she had looked over at Hiei again, and-

 

-AND SHE SO FREAKIN' WINKED AT ME! ARRGH!

 

Not only that, but his repeated -and failing- attempts at crawling inside of her mind to look around were revoked. It was so frustrating! She had no aura to speak of or even remnants of a concealment spell...

 

HOW DID SHE DO THAT?!

 

Although, the pipe she lugged around with her had a strange vibe that was leaking out of it... the very feeling of the pipe's aura...chafed him, somehow.

 

So that's what prompted him to follow them all night. Besides, she told the kind of nasty jokes he liked. Loved, even. The ones he had to muffle his snickering laughter for.

 

“-and she said in that virgin voice of hers, 'I just picked the scabs and let the pus run.”

 

“-Bleeearrrgh!” Kuwabara was absolutely repulsed. This joke grossed him out each time.

 

Hiei grinned.

 

Suddenly, a motion in his peripheral vision caught Hiei's eye. It looked as if Kuwabara's kitty thermal and “pimp coat” were about to get dirty...as well as the girl's skirt.

 

Hiei's grin was positively evil.

 

I don't own Inu Yasha or Yu yu Hakusho. Someone else does. However...”Your soul is MINE!”

 

 

 

I don't own Mortal Kombat, either. But i do own your soul. Remember that.

 

Critque highly encouraged. Pointers and such are welcome as well. Thank you, please review if it strikes your fancy.