Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Promises ❯ Shadow ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, Dragonball or any of the characters except Yuki. I had to write this again. I forgot to put the DBZ in it. Don't want to get sued do I?

Warning: Yaoi. If you don't like that then don't read it. No flames. Flamers are eaten by my monsters.

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Yuki walked, silently into the CC with his hands in his pockets. There was no evidence of the redness that appeared on his neck, after his attacker held him around the neck. No signs of fear or panic in his eyes, he had earlier on. There were no expressions on his face.

"Oi, Yuki-san you want to play my…." The small purple-hair boy trailed off as Yuki just walked right by him. He didn't even glance at Trunks as he walked upstairs. "Yuki-san….?"

The small purple-hair boy followed after his idol, confused on why Yuki was ignoring him. Trunk soon came face to face as Yuki's bedroom door slammed in his face. He frowned and knocked softly on the door. "Are you okay, Yuki-san?"

"I'm fine." A quiet reply was heard so barley through the door that Trunks had to push his ear against it just to hear what his idol had said.

"Oh….okay…..If you need me I'll just be playing my games….alone…by myself….." Trunks sighed in defeat and went back downstairs to play his new game. 'I wonder what's wrong with Yuki-san…"

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Karasu hummed to himself, twirling a strand of red hair around him finger, thinking about the pretty hanyou. He would love to run his fingers through the little redhead's hair again. It was much finer texture than Yuki's father was. A little bit long too, if he could remember correctly.

A devilish smirk formed on his lips as he remembered the expression on Yuki's face as he wrapped his hands around the little pale neck. Karasu couldn't help but, shivered in excitement just thinking about the horror and surprise look that appeared on the teenager's face. He suddenly wanted to see it again. He wanted to watch the Yuki's face turn blue as he choked the teenager's neck. To feel Yuki thrash underneath him as he sucked the life out of the helpless teenager.

Karasu sighed happily, smelling Yuki's hair and smirked. It smelled very nice, like a flowery smell, just like Kurama's. 'Pretty Hanyou. Pretty, Pretty Hanyou.' He chanted in his mind, 'Your so much like your father, but this time you wont get away like he did. Your mine and I will never let you go. Never.'

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Bulma leaned against the refrigerator and sipped her tea. Her glaze locked on the teenager, who was picking at his food, which was unusual. Yuki always eat whatever was put in front of him. The first time Bulma seen him eat, she thought he was Saiyan. Yuki had sucked down all the food down his throat like a vacuum and everyone else's.

"Are you alright, Yuki? You're not eating." Bulma commented, eyeing Yuki with concern. The red head shook his head and slowly put the ramen noodles in his mouth.

"Boy, hurry up and eat, before I drag your ass out of this kitchen." Vejita snapped, tapping his foot, impatiently against the white tiled floor and thought angrily. 'Wasting my time with the animal boy. Uh…. I could be training right now.'

Yuki shook his head, getting out of his chair and walked out of the room. "I'm not hungry anymore."

Bulma glared at her husband with an accusing look printed on her face. "Look what you did! You made him upset."

Vejita snorted, crossing his arms and glared back at the blue haired women. "My fault? The boy had come in this way ever since he got back from that 'school'. I'm telling you, he's going to be brainwashed soon like Kakkarot and start thinking that he was a ningen, too! There is something wrong with that school."

Putting down her mug, Bulma shook her head and remarked. "There is nothing wrong with the school, Vejita. Gohan is okay and he's going to school. If something was wrong with the schools here. I don't think Chichi-san would let Gohan go there."

"Kakkarot's brat is not 'okay'. He's a nerd." Vejita snapped, a disgust look crossing his face, "When he fought Cell he was stronger than he was now. Now he's going to the ningen school and studying, he began weak." With that he left the room to train.

Bulma rolled her blue eyes and yawned tiredly. Right now she need some sleep. Working all night on her new invention made her a very sleepy. She would find out what was wrong with Yuki later, but right now she was going to bed.

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Laying down on his bed, Yuki stared up at the white ceiling above his head. An unreadable look grew on his face as he recalled the words his attacker had said.

'Such pretty hair….. Much finer than your father's.'

How did this stranger know his father? Was he one of his father's enemies? Why was this stranger after him for what his father did? Many questions had formed inside his head, but one main question stood out from the others. How did this person knew how his father's hair felt like?

Yuki closed his eyes and pulled the warm sheets over his cold body. It suddenly cold in his room for some reason. 'Maybe I'll figure out this in the morning. I'm too tired for this..…' that was his last thought before darkness calmed him, seconds later.

He did not notice his window was open or a dark figure hovering over his bed as he slept.

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Green eyes glared furiously into the carpet, hands tightened so hard into a fist, blood dripping slowly down on the floor.

"Kurama."

Kurama's head snapped up only to see ruby eyes staring at him with concern. For a moment, he had thought Yuki was staring at him. "Hiei…?"

"Baka Kitsune." Hiei shook his head with a sigh and leaned against his lover, who had seemed to be in deep thought, "Shouldn't you be going to sleep? We have to wake up early tomorrow."

Tomorrow they were finally going to get their son back. Along with Yusuke, who demanded to go along with the baka ningen, who also wanted to come. Hiei was slightly grateful for the support. He didn't think he and Kurama could get their son together without being to emotional. Taking Yusuke and Kuwabara would keep their feeling in check.

"Tomorrow….Do you think he will be glad to see us?" Kurama asked softly, red bangs covering his glazed eyes, "Will he be able forgive us?"

Hiei remained quiet, not knowing what to say towards his lover. The same thoughts popped in his mind as he thought over what Yuki would do if he saw them. Would he be happy? Sad? Angry? Would he want revenge because they didn't get him in time?

"Truthfully? No lies?" Hiei asked, looking down at Kurama's bowed head.

"Truthfully." Kurama lifted his head up and held his lover's glaze. He wanted to know the truth, even if would upset him deeply.

"Truthfully. I think he would forgive us, but wouldn't trust us like he did when he was little. He probably feels betrayed and angered that we couldn't come for him like we promised." The smaller man remarked, closing his eyes. He refused to see the hurt look appear in those forest green eyes, he loved so much. Although Hiei would never admit this out loud. He still had some proud.

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Yuki blinked in surprise as he opened up his locker to find a red envelope with a red rose next to it. "What's this?"

Gohan beside him, smirked looking very evil all of the sudden. "I guess you got a secret admirer, Yuki. I wonder who it is. Open it up!"

The redhead teenager paused for a second, looking at the red envelope in his hands. For some reason, he hesitated in taking the letter. It felt as if something bad was going to happen if he opened the envelope. Shaking his head for think such nonsense, Yuki slowly opened the envelope with a trembling hand and read it. Several emotions played over his face as he eyes scanned over the words on the white paper. Horror, disgust, anger and distress.

Gohan let the smirk fall off his lips as concern sets inside of him. He grabbed Yuki, who was leaning heavily against locker, breathing hard and sweating. The black-haired Saiyan cupped the redheaded teenager's face and studied Yuki's face. "Are you okay? What did it say?"

Yuki shook his head and pulled away, facing turning green. He suddenly felt sick from reading the letter. "N-No….I think I'm going to throw up." He quickly pushed Gohan away and ran towards the boy's bathroom, holding his stomach.

Gohan stared down at the letter, Yuki had dropped. Picking up it up , he read out loud to himself what the letter had said.

"'Dear, Yuki.

It's been awhile since I saw you the other day. Maybe we'll meet face to face this time, nee. I want to see that pretty face of yours next time. I dreamed of you yesterday. I dreamed of you walking down the street and I pull you into a dark alley. You struggled as I wrap my fingers around that pretty neck of yours, but it was all in vain. I watched with excitement as your face turned a cherry red color. Watched as the life slowly drowned out of you. Hearing you gag softly as I tightened my hands around your pale neck sent deep pleasure inside me. Then you slowly drifted away, falling limp in my arms. No one was there to help you. No one there to hear you scream. It was a wonderful. I wonder if it would happen in real life…..'.

Love,

You're secret admirer '"

Gohan gasped horrified at the letter in his hand that was sent to Yuki. 'Who would sent such a sickening letter?' He thought to himself, still stunned at what he had just read.