Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Bindings (My Kitsune 5) ❯ Bindings ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Bindings Hong Kong (11-23-02)


"Hell is the suffering of one who can no longer love."
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky


A thousand voices whispered between the worlds,
creating a din that threatened to swallow the single
thought that united the whole. Voices clamoured for
attention, images, endless vistas of memories tumbled
together to merge and dissociate into unrecognizable
fragments. Which is who and who is... what? Where is
this? When is this?

A single question gave coherence and cohesion to the
chaos.

"Kurama?"

The darkness opened into bright sunshine, blue skies
streaked with white clouds that resembled someone's
hair, his hair, the beloved face of a fox demon shaded
his eyes from the bright sun.

"About time you woke up, it's past noon Shiro."

He smiled "You didn't wake me it's your fault."

"My fault? Alright, it's always my fault anyway." the
fox demon smirked. "And get that smile off your face,
it doesn't suit you."

"Your one to talk." they shared the first kiss of the
day, the first tender touches that belied the argument
that preceeded it, and the first of many pleasured
unions of two bodies seeking to be one.

"Kurama... why?"

The full moon filled the Makai sky, a baleful yellow
eye that used to match the color of the fox demon's
eyes who, with his plants, replaced the scent of
clovers and summer grass with the iron scent of blood.
Corpses, hacked pieces of demon flesh surrounded him,
blood stained his white hair, his skin, even the color
of his eyes were stained with blood lust.

"I love you." Those words rang clear and loud even if
it was spoken in a low voice. Those were his last
words, before he smiled and ran away leaving him
wounded and helpless.

"Where-?" Pain! "Kurama!" The hole! The stench! A
thousand voices spoke all at once almost drowning out
the pleading voice of a single soul.

Whoseinpainwhereareweitsdarkitstoodark **Kurama save me! I'm here! They put me in their garbage hole can't you hear me? I can't climb, they cut off my hands, I can't run they cut off my legs! ** whosecryingsomeonescryingwhyareyou cryingimnotcryingihateihateihate**Kurama where are you? Save me!** hepromisedtoprotectus hepromisedtocareformeME! **Kill me! End this! Stop! Don't touch me! NO! Kill me! Kill me please!** Liarhesaliarliarliarhatehimeviluserheusedmeusedme abandonedmehateihateihate ** Please end this pain!** IhateyouIHATEYOU!!!

"KURAMA!!!" many voices became one scream of fury. A
dark spirit broke through the shadows between the
worlds, it consumed the lesser spirits and befuddled
ghosts in it's path as it made it's way back to the
ningenkai. Back to the last place of it's consciousness.

The hill is dark and empty, no sign even of the
charred remains of it's host. The grass held the
residual ki of an ancient youko and on one spot the
after glow of living fire.

"He killed me. He killed me. I hurt him. I hurt him
but he lives still. He lives."

It hovered and passed over a tree that bore a hole on
it's side, it pressed itself to the hole filling it,
tasting it. There's blood, dry and caked, not human...
the spear is missing. It twined itself around the tree
feeling for residual ki, running it's etheral fingers
on the caked blood.

"Lives. Koorime lives." It laughed "Kill koorime.
Break Kurama. Tear him apart! Kill Koorime. He fell in
love! Kill his love!" it laughed and spun around
shaking the leafless branches, the tree groaned.

"Break Kurama! I will destroy you Kurama I will not
kill you, you taught me a better way to deal with
those I hate!" Coherence, power, memories all came
together once more "Where are you my love? I'm all
better now, won't you join me? I love you so much." He cast his
thoughts then, looking for that familiar face in
people's minds.

Wider and wider he expanded, searching for that
familiar youki, that face everybody notices. He found a
young man in bed snuggled close to his pregnant wife.
Brown eyes, dark hair, demon blood, and yet human. A
strange man of great power, his mind is full of images
of the red haired Kurama.

"Tokyo, but he dreams of you beloved. He's too strong
for me but his wife is human, and those children in
her... Ah,"

A woman sits in front of the televison, twining
crimson threads into clothing. Two other males sat
with her watching a movie, but her mind was not with
them, her heart was focused on what she was making for
her estranged son.

"So that's the human who hid you from me, your
mother." he laughed "Oh and you even have a brother! I
should pay them a visit, it's only proper your mother
knows your lover don't you think Kurama? But what's
this?"

He let the tree go, he let the dried scent of demon
blood slip pass his ghostly lips. He followed the
thoughts of an old man who was seeing Kurama right
that instant. Not the red haired one, but the silver
youko who had abandoned him.

Tight, damp, cold room. The stale smell of old
noodles and the pungent tang of spices and rancid
cooking oils hung in the air, it soaked every
invisible pore of his spirit. He pulled his essence
together, building a dense, black, smoky, prescence
behind an old man who was watching Kurama on tv.

He pressed close to the human and reached for his
heart. The pulsing wet sack in his hand made him smile
while the old man clutched painfully at his chest. He
dipped into the old man's mind and shoved his soul to
one side.

"Silence, if you wish to live longer." the frightened
man went still and his heart stopped. "Such a bother."
he stroked the heart back to life and watched the news
through bleary aged eyes.

Kurama is in New York, halfway around this globe,
playing human, his eyes...

"In that form I detest the most, you issue this
challenge." He left the old man's mind before he
crushed his failing heart. Without a backward glance
he let his inviscible form thin and with the speed of
thought traveled half way around the world to answer
his beloved's challenge.