Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny's Chains ❯ Secrets ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: MasterOfMyWorld
Disclaimer: Don't own YYH

Sometimes you just want to keep things to yourself....

Japanese to Know:
Hajimemashite- Pleased to meet you (said when meeting fo rthe first time)
Desu- Is; I am (put at the end of most sentences)
Sumimasen- Excuse me; sorry
O-genki desu ka- How are you?; Are you fine? (lit.)
Genki desu- Yes, I'm fine
Shimatta- I did it (lit.); Mostly said when something is forgotten, dropped, etc that you didn't want to happen
Oyasuminasai- Good night
Shitsurei shimasu- I'm going to intrude
Sensei- Teacher
Yukata- sort of a light-weight, summer 'kimono'
Muchi- Whip

Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.04.2006 | Updated On: 09.04.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 105 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 8
Secrets
 
“This is Kuwabara Shizuru,” Botan smiled, placing a hand on a tall woman's shoulder. She had long, caramel colored hair pulled back into a sloppy bun. A few stray strands framed her beautiful face. Her creamy brown eyes smiled, matching the smile on her red lips. She wore a brown jacket, a white blouse, and brown slacks.
“Hajimemashite.” She bowed and then waved a burning cigarette to her lips when she straightened.
“Hajimemashite, Darkfire desu.” Darkfire bowed and smiled softly.
“And this is Yukina.”
“Hajimemashite,” a younger woman smiled, bowing. She had bright, ruby red eyes and a porcelain face. Her sea foam green hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. The girl was wearing a blue tank top tucked into a pair of blue jean capris.
“Hajimemashite.” Again, Darkfire bowed and smiled.
“And this is Yukimura Keiko.”
Bowing, the woman said, “Hajimemashite.” She had shoulder length brown hair and bright blue eyes. By looks, she appeared to be about Yuusuke's age. Her shirt was a soft blue blouse loosely tucked into a pair of dark brown slacks.
“Hajimemashite.”
Once everyone was introduced, Botan squealed, “Oh, I love your outfit, Darkfire!”
Darkfire looked down at herself. She was wearing slightly baggy black capris, a black tank top, and a black unbuttoned button-up shirt with blood red flames on it. “This? I just pulled it out of a drawer and threw it on,” she laughed honestly.
“Well, you have good tastes. Don't you think, Shizuru-chan?”
“I'd say. And I should know,” Shizuru laughed shortly. “I'm a beautician.”
“Oh, I see. Would you like something to drink, Kuwabara-san?” Darkfire asked politely, bowing.
“Shizuru, please. We're all friends here. Oh, and no, thank you.”
“Botan-san, Yukina-san, Yukimura-san?” continued Darkfire, turning to the other three.
“Don't be so formal,” Keiko laughed, patting Darkfire's shoulder. “And we know where the kitchen is if we're thirsty.”
“Um, ok…sumimasen.” Darkfire bowed again.
This time Kurama laughed. “Darkfire-chan, sit down before you break from bowing.”
Blushing, Darkfire sat on the couch behind her.
“Oh, Hiei-san,” Yukina gasped, seeing him finally. He had been standing behind Darkfire the whole time.
“Yukina…” Hiei mumbled, losing his cool. But he regained it quickly and his face returned to stone once again. “O-genki desu ka.”
“Genki desu,” the ruby-eyed girl smiled.
“Oi, I brought movies!” Keiko announced, pulling up a bag from beside her. Reaching in, she pulled out three movies: Saw, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Sleepless in Seattle.
“So, which one?” Botan questioned, looking at Hiei, Kurama, and Darkfire.
“I'll watch any of them,” Darkfire answered, shrugging. She had seen all of them before, so it didn't matter.
“Saw,” Hiei answered bluntly, as if it was a comedy.
“Sleepless in Seattle is good. But it makes no never mind to me,” Kurama replied.
“Where's my baby bro?” Shizuru said suddenly, looking around.
“Probably in his room,” Kurama offered.
“Hiei, be a dear and go drag him down here, please,” she requested, her eyes smiling slyly at Hiei.
“Whatever.” Disappearing from sight, Hiei raced to drag Kuwabara downstairs.
“So, what are we watching?” Darkfire inquired, staring at the movies.
“Saw. Baby Bro's gunna cry like a little girl,” Shizuru laughed, taking the movie and popping it in.
Just as the sound kicked in, Hiei threw a screaming Kuwabara into the room. As the angry man stood to curse Hiei, he noticed Yukina.
“Yukina-chan!” he cried, pulling her into a tight embrace. Yukina giggled and flushed.
“Kazuma-kun!” she laughed, lifting her legs into the air. “It's good to see you again!”
“Hai.” Still smiling, the two plopped down on the love seat. Shizuru, Botan, and Keiko sat on the floor leaning against the couch, Darkfire having been sitting with her legs crossed on the couch. Hiei and Kurama sat on either side of her, settling in as the movie started.
~*~
By the time the movie had ended, Kuwabara and Yukina were no longer two people; Keiko and Botan had melded with the couch; Hiei and Shizuru appeared as though they had been cheated; Kurama had a strange golden tint to his emerald eyes; and Darkfire was nearly falling asleep on Hiei's shoulder.
Hiei, finally noticing Darkfire's head, shrugged her off. This jostled the girl from her half sleep.
“Sumimasen,” she yawned. Going to remove her glasses so she could sleep, she found they were no longer on her face. Come to think of it, she hadn't been wearing them all day. “My glasses,” she gasped.
Hiei stared at her. “What about them?”
“I lost `em.”
“So?”
“Well, I need `em.”
“You walked around just fine all day.”
“No, I need `em for close up stuff. I just wear `em all the time just cuz.”
“You probably lost them at the club,” Kurama said, standing and removing the movie.
“Shimatta,” Darkfire hissed.
“What do you need them for? Not like you do any close up stuff anyway,” Hiei scoffed, stretching.
“I write and draw!”
“Not often.”
Before Darkfire could say anything more, Shizuru stood and said, “We'll get you a new pair tomorrow, Darkfire-chan. You're tired, get some sleep.”
Sighing, Darkfire stood and headed off for her room. “Oyasuminasai,” she yawned before exiting the room. She heard the returning echoes of the people she left, but she didn't care. Desperately, she wished Osadyro was there, but she had left soon after she finished packing. So soon, in fact, they hadn't been able to say good-bye.
“I just wish…” she began, sitting on the bottom stair of the first flight of stairs. “I just wish he knew….”
And then she cried. Pressing her face into her hands, she tried to silent her painful sobs. She had held in the pain for so long. She had tried to make the pain disappear.
“Darkfire?”
The young woman looked up and met, for a split second, Kuwabara's eyes. They were full of worry and a want for understanding, no longer clouded by stupid happiness. But as soon as Darkfire met his eyes, she ran up the stairs on all fours, trying to get away faster.
“Darkfire, wait!” he shouted.
But she didn't wait. Even when she heard him running after her, she didn't stop. She just kept running. Maybe, if she ran fast and long enough, her problems would go away. But she knew it was foolish hope.
Though she couldn't lose her pain, she lost Kuwabara.
“Why did I have ta cry?” she asked herself, shutting her bedroom door and sliding to the floor. “Why?” Angrily, she scrubbed away at her tears with the back of her hand. “When Angel and Osa are here, I can do anything. My pain is gone. Why do I have to hurt without them?”
~*~
Yuusuke and Osadyro were sparring in a rather heated battle. Neither would fall to the other. Both wished to come out on top.
Suddenly, Osadyro's heart stopped for a split second. The pain, slight as it was, gave Yuusuke an opening to send the girl into the wall. When she fell back to the floor, she lay still.
“Oi, Osa-chan!” Yuusuke yelled, bouncing from foot to foot.
But she didn't move.
“I didn't hit ya that hard.” Jogging over to her, he leaned her against him. “You ok?”
“Yea, I'm fine. But D's not,” she mumbled, holding her right arm.
“She'll be ok. I promise.” He smiled down at her and wiped a bit of blood from her forehead.
“How can you promise somethin' like that?”
“Cuz I know the team I left `er with.”
Osadyro looked away from Yuusuke's teasing eyes. Except, they weren't teasing this time. They were serious, and it bothered her.
“Osa, Yuusuke, Riku-sama wants to see you. Now.”
Yuusuke shifted a bit so he could look at Angel, whom was standing in the doorway. His shifting, though, caused Osadyro to fall into his lap. Blushing, she pushed away as quickly as possible.
If they had been listening close enough, they would've heard Angel's heart break.
With a final glare at the pair, Angel left, leaving the door open.
“Oh, no…” Osadyro whispered, falling forward on her hands.
“He gets jealous easily, don't he,” Yuusuke joked, standing.
“I guess. But it doesn't feel right when we're mad at each other. We've known each other for so long, but these past four years have really tested us.” She paused and stood, nearly eye level with Yuusuke. “Angel just doesn't understand what it takes to win me over.”
Laughing, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her out of the room. “Osa, what do we know anyway? No man ever really knows a woman's heart.”
She sighed, “I know. Sometimes I just wish he weren't so blind.”
The pair reached a set of tall oak doors. Across the top, a plaque slanted out that read, “Knowledge, like cherry blossoms, goes as quickly as it came.” And through the window behind them, a cherry tree was planted. It wasn't in bloom right now, but when it was, it was a beautiful sight.
Yuusuke rapped loudly on the door, making sure to be heard. Then he yelled, “Shitsurei shimasu!” He pushed open the door and Osadyro followed him in.
“Sensei!” Osadyro called.
A girl in about her mid-teens walked from the shadows. She had shoulder length, black hair and narrow, gray eyes. Her face was set firm, rarely wavering except to shout orders. And she always wore a silver-gray yukata.
Both students bowed deeply.
“You wished to see us?” Yuusuke said.
“What form of experience do you have with weapons?” she asked, her eyes penetrating their hearts.
Osadyro bowed. “I know katana and muchi.”
“And I don't,” Yuusuke answered simply, making no other motion.
“Then what can you do?”
“Street fight and other spiritual attacks. Didn't Obaasan tell you these things `fore she croaked?”
“Don't be disrespectful of Genkai-sama!!” the child master yelled, a pulse of energy throwing Yuusuke into the wall.
“Riku-sama, I'm sure he meant no disrespect,” Osadyro said, bowing.
Yuusuke pulled himself from the wall and brushed himself off. “Obaasan saved my life, child, and taught me everything I know. But that don't mean I gotta be formal to her. It would confuse her and send her tossin' in her grave. And I ain't gotta respect you. I'm your elder so you have to respect me.”
“Koenma-sama would beg to differ.”
“I don't give a fuck about that brat! I came here for Obaasan, not cuz I was told to.”
Riku laughed a short, curt laugh, a smug smirk forming on her stony face. “Your fighting style is unique indeed, Urameshi-san. You believe that if you keep getting up after every blow you can't lose. Ignorant fool. But what I admire most is your courage. No matter the odds, you trust your meager skills to help you win. And you rely on your friends for support, knowing that when their time comes you will back them with your very life.”
Yuusuke scoffed, but he really was surprised. How could she tell all of that from a short, pathetic speech?
Riku's cold eyes turned to Osadyro. She studied the older female for a few moments before her face returned to normal.
“You hide behind walls which you created to keep you safe. But you can't see that those protecting fields are imprisoning you. While your emotions are at war, your mind stays clear and alert. Thus, your emotions do not interfere with you battle tactics. But what I cannot see is what is lurking in the shadows of your heart. I can feel the power, but I cannot see it.”
Osadyro turned her back to both of them. She knew it was rude, but she didn't like being studied.
“Koenma said she was special,” Yuusuke thought, glancing at Osadyro. “I can feel an energy pulsating, but it's blurry and faint. What does it mean?”