Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tournament Of Hell ❯ Volume One, Chapter Two: A Look Into The Past ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kawaii Youkai 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.04.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.04.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I own neither Inu Yasha nor Yu Yu Hakusho.
Quick authors note. Vote for pairings! This applies to both mm.org and ff.net. Votes will be tallied together, and voting will end at Volume One; Chapter Ten, or before if the votes are outrageous. ^^
Kagome Pairing Votes Are As Is:
Kurama = 1
Hiei = 0
Inu Yasha = 0
Vote now! ^^
~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~
Tournament of Hell
Volume One; Chapter Two
A Look Into The Past
Naraku moved about his chambers in one of the most lavishly expensive mansions in the Makai. His portal mirror had made it possible to go to whichever time he wished, but only to a certain point. The last date was two years from now. He had been annoyed that he could not find any more youkai in the human world besides Shippou and his son, and that had only been by accident. Masai was the first creature he had seen when he came to this time, and after torturing her for information, he had learned what he needed about the Makai, Reikai and the human world (Cookie for anyone who can tell me what they called the human world! *Sigh* I forgot -_-;;;). The little kit had got away, and that has really pissed him off, not to mention giving him a mighty blow to his ego.
He knew he needed to draw out youkai, and strong ones, for his army. This set him into thinking.
What did he need to do that would draw strong youkai into his army? Then it struck him.
A tournament.
Naraku smirked, this was going to be too easy.
*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*
“Okay, so where does she live?”
Shippou looked over to where Kurama was sitting, “Kagome lives at the Sunset Shrine, almost on the outskirts of Tokyo. If we approach her, she might not know who you guys are, but she’ll recognize my aura, so you should be fine. But we may have to wait for a while, considering she might not be home from her quest yet, or it might be so late in the game that she might be living back in the Feudal ages.”
The Spirit Detective had been briefed on the quest for the Shikon no Tama, and, although they found it hard to believe, they had come across weirder things than time travel before.
Yusuke stared hard at Shippou, “So are we gonna get off our asses and leave anytime soon, or what?” Shippou nodded, and glanced at his wristwatch. It was noon. “If we take a car, it’ll take us a good hour and a half due to Tokyo traffic, she lives on the other side of town. If we take the train or subway, it should only take us half an hour. So what do you guys want to do? Train or subway?”
The group agreed on taking the subway, knowing it would be cheaper. Grabbing whatever, they all headed out for the subway station.
*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*
Kagome placed a cool washrag on the kitsune’s forehead. He had stopped tossing and turning, and was now mumbling in his sleep.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he bolted to sit up, gasping for breath and holding his chest. Kagome was instantly at his side, rubbing his back and mumbling nothings to try and get him to settle down. When he finally calmed down enough to relax, he looked at Kagome with annoyed eyes.
“Why did you bring me into your home, Miko? Are you not afraid of youkai?” Kuranai snorted, looking down and grasping the bed sheets in his hands, scowling, “You stupid humans stopped fearing us four hundred years ago, challenging us, forcing us into hiding.” He looked up at her, glaring, “Do not look surprised, Miko. I know you can see me for what I am, your aura is powerful enough, much too powerful for a normal miko. My concealment glamour should be nonexistent to your eyes.”
Kagome looked at him with sad, loving eyes. “Is your name Shippou?” She asked. Kuranai’s eyes went wide and he started to inch away from her until he came in contact with her wall.
“How.... How do you know that name?” He demanded. His father had left him, his good for nothing father had died when he was just a kit, leaving him all alone to face the harshness of the real world. A different place than he had known it to be.
He had run from Naraku, and he had escaped, but only barely. He had used his secret weapon, a rare Moonstone Flower leaf to give him total invisibility, given to him by his father on his fifth birthday. It hid his aura from others and made him invisible to the naked eye. He did not even make any sound. Kuranai had sustained serious injuries that needed to be treated quickly, else he would die, youkai or not. He went straight to his best friend’s Koji’s house, the wolf hanyou. Koji’s ookami father treated his wounds, and he was welcome to stay there for the time being, but not all wolf packs are open for admittance. Once Kuranai’s wounds healed, he was off.
He traveled to the makai, where he was trained by a Dragon youkai in ninjutsu, or the way of the ninja. He learned to conceal his aura, until it was only just noticeable, and with the help of his fox illusion abilities, he was able to change the look of his body to match his environment, earning himself the nickname Ryukitsunekage, or Shadow Dragon Fox. Ryunin, his sensei, had taught him the Way of the Dragon Ninja, and he mastered the ultimate technique after training for five years.
Kage Ryu no Jitsu, The Shadowed Dragon Technique.
Kuranai had created his own techniques also, combining his kitsune magick with his shinobi skills, increasing his attacks tenfold. He had become a well known and feared assassin in the makai, and he was hired by very rich and very powerful demons to dispose of their enemies. After eight years of being an assassin, he returned to the human world, richer than most every dreamed. He was a thief by nature, as are most kitsunes, and as soon as he learned of the legend of the Shikon no Tama, he instantly went researching for it.
After a year of searching for it, his resources led him to Higurashi Kagome. An odd girl who was constantly absent from school due to sickness, but from an inside look on hospital records, the only time she had ever been to one was when she was eight and had caught a serious case of the chicken pocks, and had a fever of 103.6. It decreased by the next day, and she was free to go.
He hired a private youkai detective to track her, and learned that Higurashi Kagome was only at her house for a day or two every month or so. She would say something to her mother about an Inu Yasha character and ramen, and go into the well house. She would not reappear until later, again via the well house, and this led to a full blown investigation on Kuranai’s part. The well puzzled him, and again his kitsune nature kicked in, itching to solve the puzzle of the well house and the mysterious girl.
The same girl who stood before him. The miko that let him sleep in her own bed, in her house, with her family in it. And here he was, a strange youkai that she didn’t even know.
Kagome looked at Kuranai sadly, thinking that he was Shippou and didn’t recognize her anymore.
“Shippou is my son. I would know his name anywhere.”
“Shippou.... was your.... son?” Kuranai’s throat constricted at the thought. He had not pieced it together until now. His father’s stories about his Grandmother. Well, adopted Grandmother. The time traveling miko Kagome.
Kagome nodded, tears pricking at her eyes as she looked at the kitsune in front of her that looked so lost. Kuranai looked down, his bangs hiding his eyes from view. A few droplets of salt water hit her bed, and Kuranai fisted his hands into the bed sheets even more. The thin fabric obtained holes from the claws of the fox demon, but neither occupant of the room seemed to notice or care.
Kagome felt her maternal instincts kicking in, wanting to comfort this creature in front of her.
Kuranai laughed a little bit, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face. “You look a little young to be my Grandmother, Miko.”
Kagome’s eyes went wide and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “You mean that you’re.....” she trailed off, not really knowing what to believe.
Kuranai nodded looking over at her, “Hai Obaa-chan. Shippou is my father. Or rather, was.” He looked down again, scowling at the bed again, his hands fisting in rage. “That bastard left me when I was only six years old! Didn’t even say goodbye. Fucker! Die on me, will you, you son of a bitch!”
Kuranai had tears streaming down his face by this time, and he punched the wall next to the bed, effortlessly putting a hole into it. His frame shook with sobs, and he fell limp. Kagome crawled onto the bed with him and pulled him into her lap, rocking him gently, whispering little nothings trying to soothe the grandson she never knew she had.
~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~
MEEP! Sorry for such a short chapter, but if you guys wanted another one before I leave, then this is the longest you’re going to get for now. I’m going on vacation, and I’ll be back sometime in July, so you won’t get an update until then. I know, I know! *bows profusely* Gomen! But I will be bringing a note book with me on all of my travels, so you’ll definitely get more than a couple of chapters when I return. And when I go to New York, we’re taking the car, and that’s a good 14-16 hour drive, so talk about writing time! *sweatdrop* Anyway, sorry for the hiatus time and the shortage of a chapter, but I have to leave tomorrow, so this is as long are you’re going to get, as I said before. *Sigh* And I’m sorry to the readers of my other stories because I won’t be able to update them by the time I leave. ^^ Motorcycle picnic tomorrow and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to see. ^^ And I know the title sucks, but I honestly couldn’t think of a name for it. -_-;;; And this one doesn't even really fit it! *sigh*
Quick authors note. Vote for pairings! This applies to both mm.org and ff.net. Votes will be tallied together, and voting will end at Volume One; Chapter Ten, or before if the votes are outrageous. ^^
Kagome Pairing Votes Are As Is:
Kurama = 1
Hiei = 0
Inu Yasha = 0
Vote now! ^^
~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~
Tournament of Hell
Volume One; Chapter Two
A Look Into The Past
Naraku moved about his chambers in one of the most lavishly expensive mansions in the Makai. His portal mirror had made it possible to go to whichever time he wished, but only to a certain point. The last date was two years from now. He had been annoyed that he could not find any more youkai in the human world besides Shippou and his son, and that had only been by accident. Masai was the first creature he had seen when he came to this time, and after torturing her for information, he had learned what he needed about the Makai, Reikai and the human world (Cookie for anyone who can tell me what they called the human world! *Sigh* I forgot -_-;;;). The little kit had got away, and that has really pissed him off, not to mention giving him a mighty blow to his ego.
He knew he needed to draw out youkai, and strong ones, for his army. This set him into thinking.
What did he need to do that would draw strong youkai into his army? Then it struck him.
A tournament.
Naraku smirked, this was going to be too easy.
*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*
“Okay, so where does she live?”
Shippou looked over to where Kurama was sitting, “Kagome lives at the Sunset Shrine, almost on the outskirts of Tokyo. If we approach her, she might not know who you guys are, but she’ll recognize my aura, so you should be fine. But we may have to wait for a while, considering she might not be home from her quest yet, or it might be so late in the game that she might be living back in the Feudal ages.”
The Spirit Detective had been briefed on the quest for the Shikon no Tama, and, although they found it hard to believe, they had come across weirder things than time travel before.
Yusuke stared hard at Shippou, “So are we gonna get off our asses and leave anytime soon, or what?” Shippou nodded, and glanced at his wristwatch. It was noon. “If we take a car, it’ll take us a good hour and a half due to Tokyo traffic, she lives on the other side of town. If we take the train or subway, it should only take us half an hour. So what do you guys want to do? Train or subway?”
The group agreed on taking the subway, knowing it would be cheaper. Grabbing whatever, they all headed out for the subway station.
*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*1*
Kagome placed a cool washrag on the kitsune’s forehead. He had stopped tossing and turning, and was now mumbling in his sleep.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he bolted to sit up, gasping for breath and holding his chest. Kagome was instantly at his side, rubbing his back and mumbling nothings to try and get him to settle down. When he finally calmed down enough to relax, he looked at Kagome with annoyed eyes.
“Why did you bring me into your home, Miko? Are you not afraid of youkai?” Kuranai snorted, looking down and grasping the bed sheets in his hands, scowling, “You stupid humans stopped fearing us four hundred years ago, challenging us, forcing us into hiding.” He looked up at her, glaring, “Do not look surprised, Miko. I know you can see me for what I am, your aura is powerful enough, much too powerful for a normal miko. My concealment glamour should be nonexistent to your eyes.”
Kagome looked at him with sad, loving eyes. “Is your name Shippou?” She asked. Kuranai’s eyes went wide and he started to inch away from her until he came in contact with her wall.
“How.... How do you know that name?” He demanded. His father had left him, his good for nothing father had died when he was just a kit, leaving him all alone to face the harshness of the real world. A different place than he had known it to be.
He had run from Naraku, and he had escaped, but only barely. He had used his secret weapon, a rare Moonstone Flower leaf to give him total invisibility, given to him by his father on his fifth birthday. It hid his aura from others and made him invisible to the naked eye. He did not even make any sound. Kuranai had sustained serious injuries that needed to be treated quickly, else he would die, youkai or not. He went straight to his best friend’s Koji’s house, the wolf hanyou. Koji’s ookami father treated his wounds, and he was welcome to stay there for the time being, but not all wolf packs are open for admittance. Once Kuranai’s wounds healed, he was off.
He traveled to the makai, where he was trained by a Dragon youkai in ninjutsu, or the way of the ninja. He learned to conceal his aura, until it was only just noticeable, and with the help of his fox illusion abilities, he was able to change the look of his body to match his environment, earning himself the nickname Ryukitsunekage, or Shadow Dragon Fox. Ryunin, his sensei, had taught him the Way of the Dragon Ninja, and he mastered the ultimate technique after training for five years.
Kage Ryu no Jitsu, The Shadowed Dragon Technique.
Kuranai had created his own techniques also, combining his kitsune magick with his shinobi skills, increasing his attacks tenfold. He had become a well known and feared assassin in the makai, and he was hired by very rich and very powerful demons to dispose of their enemies. After eight years of being an assassin, he returned to the human world, richer than most every dreamed. He was a thief by nature, as are most kitsunes, and as soon as he learned of the legend of the Shikon no Tama, he instantly went researching for it.
After a year of searching for it, his resources led him to Higurashi Kagome. An odd girl who was constantly absent from school due to sickness, but from an inside look on hospital records, the only time she had ever been to one was when she was eight and had caught a serious case of the chicken pocks, and had a fever of 103.6. It decreased by the next day, and she was free to go.
He hired a private youkai detective to track her, and learned that Higurashi Kagome was only at her house for a day or two every month or so. She would say something to her mother about an Inu Yasha character and ramen, and go into the well house. She would not reappear until later, again via the well house, and this led to a full blown investigation on Kuranai’s part. The well puzzled him, and again his kitsune nature kicked in, itching to solve the puzzle of the well house and the mysterious girl.
The same girl who stood before him. The miko that let him sleep in her own bed, in her house, with her family in it. And here he was, a strange youkai that she didn’t even know.
Kagome looked at Kuranai sadly, thinking that he was Shippou and didn’t recognize her anymore.
“Shippou is my son. I would know his name anywhere.”
“Shippou.... was your.... son?” Kuranai’s throat constricted at the thought. He had not pieced it together until now. His father’s stories about his Grandmother. Well, adopted Grandmother. The time traveling miko Kagome.
Kagome nodded, tears pricking at her eyes as she looked at the kitsune in front of her that looked so lost. Kuranai looked down, his bangs hiding his eyes from view. A few droplets of salt water hit her bed, and Kuranai fisted his hands into the bed sheets even more. The thin fabric obtained holes from the claws of the fox demon, but neither occupant of the room seemed to notice or care.
Kagome felt her maternal instincts kicking in, wanting to comfort this creature in front of her.
Kuranai laughed a little bit, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face. “You look a little young to be my Grandmother, Miko.”
Kagome’s eyes went wide and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “You mean that you’re.....” she trailed off, not really knowing what to believe.
Kuranai nodded looking over at her, “Hai Obaa-chan. Shippou is my father. Or rather, was.” He looked down again, scowling at the bed again, his hands fisting in rage. “That bastard left me when I was only six years old! Didn’t even say goodbye. Fucker! Die on me, will you, you son of a bitch!”
Kuranai had tears streaming down his face by this time, and he punched the wall next to the bed, effortlessly putting a hole into it. His frame shook with sobs, and he fell limp. Kagome crawled onto the bed with him and pulled him into her lap, rocking him gently, whispering little nothings trying to soothe the grandson she never knew she had.
~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~
MEEP! Sorry for such a short chapter, but if you guys wanted another one before I leave, then this is the longest you’re going to get for now. I’m going on vacation, and I’ll be back sometime in July, so you won’t get an update until then. I know, I know! *bows profusely* Gomen! But I will be bringing a note book with me on all of my travels, so you’ll definitely get more than a couple of chapters when I return. And when I go to New York, we’re taking the car, and that’s a good 14-16 hour drive, so talk about writing time! *sweatdrop* Anyway, sorry for the hiatus time and the shortage of a chapter, but I have to leave tomorrow, so this is as long are you’re going to get, as I said before. *Sigh* And I’m sorry to the readers of my other stories because I won’t be able to update them by the time I leave. ^^ Motorcycle picnic tomorrow and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to see. ^^ And I know the title sucks, but I honestly couldn’t think of a name for it. -_-;;; And this one doesn't even really fit it! *sigh*