Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Down to Earth ❯ Installment the First -- Prison Break and the First Taste of Mortalism ( Chapter 1 )

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Ohayoo. Okay here's the deal: I'm new to the site, but this is a story I've been working on the fic itself for a LOOONG time. A note like lthis will be at the beginning of every chapter rambling on and off about stupid things you might want to pay attention to. for Just because I don't outright ASK for requests doesn't mean I don't WANT them. I don't own YuYuHakusho.
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Oh...and I'm telling you now (1) this chapter's short and (2) it's rated for language and violence. PG13 is a bit high, but whatever. You never now what might happen later. (Hey, it IS a romance isn't it?)

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Installment the First : Prison Break and the First Taste of Mortalism

Audrey stared through the sound-proof, 2' thick plexiglass at the nearly lifeless form of Kura the Harbinger of Destruction. "Hard tuh berlieve," she said to just herself. "Real hard berlieve, yuh know. Thet THET'S Kura. Towk about weirud." She pressed her blue nose right up against the glass. "Look's joost lahk she's sleepin, er sumim. Too weirud."

Suddenly she stepped backwards hurriedly, her pupils shrunken, the whites of her eyes flashing in her panic. "ah...ah!" She screamed and turned to run, but never made it.

CHOOM!

A huge burst of youki sent the glass flying in a bazillion shards, miniscule in comparison to their original size, but still with an average width of about 3'. Audrey got struck by one directly in the back of the head, ending her life instantaneously.

Kura's eyes, heavy with sleep, fluttered open, her dark lashes practically glowing in the dim light. She blinked twice and picked herself up, and wandered unsteadily to the gap between the walls her awakening had made. Still not quite in her right mind, she looked herself over. No wounds, it seemed, unless you counted the lace nightgown she was in and that someone had put her silky dark gray hair into braided pigtails. Groggy as she was, Kura still thought that was disgusting.

After blinking a few more time Kura finally started to get a grip on her self. The comatose, like a sleeping drug, was starting to wear off. She knew she couldn't do much right now, except wait for its effects to weaken completely. But footsteps in the distant hallway of guards brought on by the noise, and the screeches of alarms put her still sleeping brain into overdrive. Instincts told her to get away as quickly as possible. "And..." she mumbled, "That's...Just what I'll do."

She stumbled to the wall across from her cell, and pressed her head to it. The cold steel felt like a good bucket of cold water poured onto her head, and she shook herself. She still felt drunk, but that was nothing she couldn't handle.

With the appearance of the first guard come around the corner, Kura simply stood there, staring at the wall. She had to focus, had to block out everything else...Soon enough she was surrounded, but that didn't matter. She wasn't seeing double anymore, and her tongue no longer felt like dusty rubber. She looked slowly to her left and to her right, smirking. "Now now..." she said to her trembling captors, "what seems to be the problem gentleman?"

"St-St..." one stepped forward to say. He was tall, maybe six foot, dressed all in a gray pilots suit which was typical guard uniform in the Underworld, and mustached. Kura hated men like this. Too much of their face was hidden by greasy hair in order to accurately identify terror or anguish. Dispicable. And then there was the fact that she always had to look up in order to talk to them. (A.N. Kura is only about 5'3"...)

"Well?" she said slowly, carefully. "What is it dear?

"St-St...Step...down...Kurami..." he practically whispered. "We...have you surrounded."

Kura smiled and turned to stare at him. "What's that?" she said, cupping her ear with a delicately pale hand. "Couldn't hear you." He winced and begin to shiver even more obviously.

"St-St...STEP DOWN!" he choked out, he eyes squeezed tightly shut.

She chuckled. "Oh well," she said, shifting from one foot to another. "That's quite a problem isn't it? I don't seem to have anywhere to step...then again, such is so easily fixed." Before anyone could stop her, or object, she had thrown her hands outward and released another blast of dark, malicious force.

ZAAM!

The bang sent all the guards flying, and left the ones closest (including the one who had spoken) thoroughly bloody. But the back blast was more powerful than expected, and the heat of it left Kura's head throbbing. She swore to herself and leapt directly upwards, THROUGH the low ceiling and onto the roof.

"Damn...how can such little power be such hell to remaster?" she asked herself, cracking her knuckles back and forth and back and forth, and rubbing her sore neck, back, and arms.

"HEY! YOU!"

The gruff voice of a large guard caught Kurami's attention and she whirled around. Without thinking she blasted from her palm and put a smoldering through the woman's stomach. She barred her teeth through the back blast and covered her face with her arms. It wasn't as big this time, although the attack was twice as powerful and much more precisely aimed. Curious, but not in a way that would stall her, Kura ran the length of the roof and leapt the span of distance to the next building with the grace of cat. Landing was more of any issue because of what a new sensation Pain was, but Kura desperation for freedom was intensifying as she regained her alertness, and the number of guards racing about the facility increased. She burst through the ceiling of the second building, willing to take her chances on land rather than try flying in her current state.

A group of trainees coming around the corner of a hallway found Kura off her defense, and she dodged, running on the wall to avoid colliding with them, and shooting the floor near their feet as an alternative to wasting her energy targeting them. From then on, however, she shot down anyone who crossed her path. Thousands of corpses soon littered the halls of the second building. But still more came. Kura found herself desperately trapped. She had never been so limited with her energy like this; otherwise many more would have died that day. She made herself another way out through the ceiling (she had been chased too far from her self-made entrance) and ran again across the roof tops. A trick used once never works quite the same again, of course, and the guards had seen this done once not long enough before. So the roof tops were soon as much a graveyard as the interior of the second and first buildings.

Finally someone got to the Control Room of the seventh building and paged a message through. To this day, no one knows who it was, because they truly never said anything. They did however, tap into the security cams of the building, and somehow I do believe that the mere images of Kura sabotaging the mediocre guards were enough to get Enma's attention. Soon the police were streaming in from everywhere, and thousands of death certificates streaming out, littering the heavens and Koenma's small office.

Kura felt the mixture of sweat and blood trickling down the sides of her face and new she couldn't cope with this much longer. The pain of exhaustion was more terrible than she had ever imagined. She panted, breathing hard and she blew a whole in the vast and steadily increasing army of law enforcement, knowing that she couldn't fight much longer. She would have to atleast ATTEMPT flying. She had to, or she would never escape; she would never be free. And freedom was all that had ever truly mattered to her.

She dashed to the edge of the roof (she was on the seventeenth build out of twenty), her feet skimming the surface, and sprang into the air. A multi- dimensional wormhole transport; that's what she had to make. A gigantic black hole leading to the human world, created by the last of her spirit energy. It was a fifty-fifty chance of freedom or capture; victory or defeat; yes or no; life or death. If she could summon the strength to make it they would never find her, not in time. She would recover and then come back to destroy them all. And as she rocketed into the open air, braids coming undone, eyes closing, heart churning, she knew that that was what had to happen.

A ripple of determination and hatred surged through her, enlivening all she had left. She clenched her fists and they glowed as her nails long, black nails brought on a slosh of dark red blood from soft, unused palms as they glowed with Battle Aura. She couldn't not withstand the feeling of Pain for long at first (it was so new and...painful!) but with the passing seconds found she could ignore it. She grabbed the obsidian cross hanging on her neck by a long silver chain and jabbed it into the air in front of her, saying as quickly as she could the words that completed the spell:

"Heavens above! The Darkness comes to You! On bended knee I come, bearing gifts of Power and Gratitude! Come to me! Split and allow me to pass!"

Kura hung suspended in air as the clouds embraced her, becoming dark and filled with thunder as they surrounded her form. "TO THE HUMAN WORLD!" she screeched, a huge amount of youki following out of her pendant and diving into the open space above her.

And it was, in the sonic boom that followed, making even those without ears deaf, that the cloud dispersed, and Kura was gone.