Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity ❯ Meeting in Mystery ( Chapter 2 )
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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.01.2011 | Updated On: 12.01.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.01.2011 | Updated On: 12.01.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 171 | Status: Completed
Kurama was left with the white wolf. She stared at him, with the same tawny eyes that once belonged his Moriko, his demon counter part's mate. The wolf was obviously not a threat to him, since she had nearly bit the head off of Hiei, and did sever the head of the apparition that tried to corner him in this alleyway. But who was she? What did she want? Why did she chose him? All these questions could not be answered, since he did not know how to communicate with her.
Hiei had said she was a telepath, but she did not try to talk to him, only sat, and stared. It seemed as if she was searching for something, and her eyes foretold of an age far greater than her appearance. Kurama stared back at her gaze, feeling the pain of Youko inside him. This was the last thing he saw of his beloved fifteen years ago, only this time, she wasn't covered in blood. He put his rose whip away, and moved towards the wolf. She sat, watching him approach and didn't budge. He stopped in front of her, and put a hand on her head.
-One wonders why you are doing that?- said the wolf, crystal clear in his mind. Kurama was startled, and pulled his hand back.
-I wish to see if you mean to cause me any harm,- he replied, hoping she could hear him.
-One would've bitten off your head if one chose to, and you would be dead.-
-I thank you for your help. May I ask your name?-
-Wolves have no need of names- she replied. Youko gasped, having heard Moriko say the same thing to him when they had first met.
-Very well...-
-One wonders why you walk around like a man-thing. One can sense that is not your true form.-
-You are very perseptive. My true form is resting, unable to take shape because of a power loss.-
-When will one witness such a form?-
-The timing is unknown. I am certain you possibly have something better to do with it?-
-What is time to a wolf?- again Youko gasped. Kurama himself was startled, knowing much about his former mate, and knowing that this wolf behaved in the same mannerism. How was this possible?
-Well, again, I thank you, but I must return home now. Good-bye friend,- said Kurama, turning to leave.
-One will find you at your den when the light returns.-
-If you wish. I trust you will be able to find me?-
-Yes. One's nose has not hunted for years, but can still find whatever one pleases.-
-Very well,- Kurama dismissed, leaving the alleyway. He turned once more and found that the wolf had vanished from her post. He sighed, absently wondering where she might have gone to. Her words were very similar to Moriko, the eyes the exact same, the shape the same, everything about her was the same. Yet, there was not a reason for him to believe it truly was her.
-I did not catch her scent in the slightest. I cannot believe it is her Shuuichi.- said Youko in his mind while they walked home.
-It is a possibility, but there is no evidence proving it.-
-No evidence? Have you gone blind? Her eyes are the exact same as my beloved, as OUR beloved now!-
-I understand Youko, but I do not wish us to become deluded with false hope. If she reveals herself to be Moriko, or gives us more than just a few words as a sign, then we should consider it. She's a smart wolf, she knows that you are there, but cannot feel you yet.-
-I need to find her Shuuichi. WE need to find her. We need to know if she still lives, or if our young do.-
-Understood.-
.....
She runs, fearing for her life, away from the forest she once called her den. The clan had dismissed her, for false accusations. She was framed, that much was true, but by who, she did not know. Her vision was complete now, she was fleeing away from her home, and her place of birth deep in the Makai, the demon world. She was a wolf demon, once the ruler of her clan, and now, an outcast. She knows where she has to go, and she knows how to lose the pups on her tail. She is tall, slender, with tawny hair and tawny eyes. Being the ruler had made her who she was, and now all she could do was escape, the seal of the wolf clan clutched in her hand. There was only one way to get away, and that was to turn into her spirit form, the white wolf.
She is much faster this way than on hind legs. With the seal in her teeth, she runs for days away from her former home. There is no turning back, she has to find a new den. Her destiny awaits her, after eight hundred years, she is ready for it. Her journey comes to a slight delay, seeing as she had not eaten for a while. There were many creatures about, but she hunts for her food, like any of her kind would do. Finally, she comes to it, the den in the forest she has seen in her vision. It was near the tallest tree in the whole Makai. She sees the familiar rock formation, and uses her demon energy to open an entrance into the ancient cave that lies within.
The cave is much bigger than she expects, and the stone closes, acting as a door, to keep intruders out. She walks down the path, her eyes adjusting to the light. There, at the end, she sees where the small source of light was coming from, and she finds herself inside the huge and hollow tree. It is completely uninhabbited, seeming to just wait for her arrival. She looks around, knowing that she will need furniture and other things to make it her den, with the help of her ability to manipulate nature, like all animal apparitions could do. This does not take her very long, and soon, she is living there happy, a lone wolf, for a good two hundred years or so.
That was when the next part of her vision becomes clear, more vivid. She sees her intruder coming soon, the legendary bandit, Youko Kurama. His silver hair and golden eyes were not unknown to the demons around her forest. He was going to come for her seal, the story of her dismissal clear to the public. The wolves did not reveal her name, for the sake of their own hides, not for hers. The story went so far as she died, but that didn't mean it was true, and Youko was going to prove that.
He takes this mission alone. He does not know what to expect, but he knows he does not need his companions. He smells a scent, one that he had never smelled before, and follows it. He comes to the only tree of its kind in all of Makai, and sniffs around, the scent all over the area, marking a terrirtory. He sees a rock, and just like she had before, uses his demon energy to move it. He walks in on silent feet, following his nose to that wonderful aroma. He comes to the faint light in the distance, seeing not a soul, but knowing that someone or something is there.
As he approaches, a small sound reaches his ears, and two deathly staked piece of wood come at him from either side. He dodges them and continues on. He senses energy everywhere around him in the tunnel. He turns to look down, and sees a vine beginning to grow at his feet. He knows this plant, having used it many times himself. He uses his power to fend the plant off, and walks on. He comes to the inside of the tree, where the wolf sleeps, and looks around for her.
He walks to the seal, hanging on a made branch of the tree. She makes her move, but he senses her before her foot makes contact with his face. He throws her to the other side of the den, but she uses her feet to push off and lunge at him. He cannot stop her force, and it pushed into the wall of the tree. He punches her, making her step back. She stands a few feet in front of him, tawny eyes defiant. He is captivated, never seeing a creature such as her. She uses that moment and takes him down in one graceful move, his body on the floor, his arm twisted behind his back, and her foot at his neck.
"How dare you defile my home demon!" she speaks in a harsh voice, dripping with malice.
"You have something I want, give it to me," he replies, only, slightly flirtatious.
"Never!"
"What's your name?"
"Wolves have no need of names. Now leave this place, or you will not have your life."
"I will leave, but I will be back for it, ookami. I will not be defeated so easily next time."
"You will not live on our next meeting kitsune, keep that in mind."
She releases him, knowing that he will honor his word as a fellow canine. He stands to stare of her one last time, taking in all he can before he decides to make his return. He knows he will not forget her, nor her scent. She stares back at him, her tawny eyes softer than before. He winks at her, and then makes his escape, looking back only once, to see that unblinking stare, before he takes off into the night. She smiles a bit, not expecting this encounter to turn out this way.
.....
He runs towards the tree, the one where the wolf demon dwells. He enters her home, smelling her intoxicating aroma everywhere. The den had changed in the past fifty years, since he had first come there. The smell of food reaches his nostrils, but he goes to where he remembers the seal is, that being his target. He reaches her room, but no trace of his item is anywhere. He walks to the fire, seeing her in front of her cauldron of food. Her tail, glossy and fluffy, swaying in a slow motion as he could hear a slight hum. He walks towards her, his feet making no sound. He reaches out his hand, and feels the full force of her elbow after grabbing a handful of her behind.
"I thought I told you that you would die the next time you came here," she says to him, glaring down at her intruder.
"And I told you that next time, I will not be defeated so easily," he replies, standing a couple feet in front of her, looking down into her tawny eyes.
"Foolish kitsune. I will not have mercy on you this time."
"So you keep telling me," he smiles a bit suggestively at her, his golden eyes full of mischief. She narrows hers a bit, wondering what he was up to. In the blink of an eye, he disappears, only to reappear behind her. She drops her wooden spoon, feeling a chill go down her spine at his proximity. "I'd like to see how you are without mercy," he purs in her ear, causing her to blush slightly. She regains her composure and turns to face him. She reaches out to him, her hand going underineath his clothing and feeling his bare chest. She finds what she is searching for, and holds the seal in her hand.
"Well, it seems the famous kitsune is not as sly as he thinks," she smirks at him, keeping a firm grip on the seal while she shows him that she found it.
"Well done ookami. I think introductions are in order. Since you know I'm famous, you must know who I am. Who might you be?"
She raises a brow, debating on whether to reveal herself yet or not. Finally, she consents, "Moriko Chie, former ruler of the wolf clan."
"I thought you were. You're as famous as I am, and a delinquent. I will be seeing you again Moriko, to claim what is mine."
"You will not escape with your life next time."
He smiles at her before once again, taking his leave. She stares in his direction, sensing his presence becoming fainter as the minutes go by. What is her fate with this fox, Youko Kurama? She knows he will be back again, and when he comes again, she will be ready for him.
......
San opened her eyes slowly, after reliving that memory of her past life. The light of day was directly in her eyes, and all she could see was red, like the hair on the Kurama boy she had met last night as a wolf. The faint scent of Youko was upon him, though the only outward sign he showed was being called a fox and using the rose whip. This boy was apart of her vision, she knew that she had to follow him more, know more about him before she would decide to continue on her hunt.
She sat up in her bed, knowing that Genkai would be in her soon to get her up. She was grateful to the old woman for everything she had done so far, and didn't want to disappoint her. She was about to stand when she saw a flash of light. She shut her eyes tightly, letting the vision take over so she could see it clearly. There, was Genkai's temple, her current place of dwelling. There were fighters, near the swamp of the lands, past the forest. There were three fighters left, one badly injured with orange hair, lying on the ground. Another, a shadow of evil, and the other, a boy, full of spirit energy. He looked familiar, as if she had seem him some where before.
Genkai was standing on the sidelines near the badly hurt boy, with a girl who had curiously blue hair and pink eyes. She was not human, only three of the crowd were. Her vision then began to branch off, like most of them did. She saw Genkai in both, on one side with the evil shadow, and on the other, the boy. Genkai's spirit wave was what they were both after. She saw the shadow learn the technique, and then devour her master. The boy was taught, and her master was well and even a little annoyed. Next, she saw the light again, indicating her vision was now over. She opened her eyes to see the small old woman standing in her door way.
"Vision?" Genkai inquired in her raspy voice.
"Yes. The next taker for your spirit wave should be arriving shortly. But like most of my visions, there is a darker side. There is a demon apparition who also wishes to claim your knowledge, and then kill you. You must make sure you don't teach the wrong one master Genkai," San revealed her vision, looking at the pink haired old woman with worry.
"I am old. I will teach it to whomever completes my tasks, be it human or demon."
"But-"
"No buts San. Now get ready, I know you're itching to follow this demon you found, the one from your vision."
"Yes master Genkai."
She sat on the pillow around the table, once again, just picking at her food. She was never a morning person, not even in her former life, but Genkai was good to her, she wasn't going to start with disrespect. She looked at the stack of old newspapers sitting in the corner. She saw a picture of the boy who got hit by a car trying to save a little kid. She examined the picture from her seat, and the image of the boy from her vision flashed in her head. She walked up, and grabbed the paper.
"Genkai, it's this boy, the one from my vision. Yusuke Urameshi. He's the one that will be coming to your temple," San said urgently, showing her the picture.
"I'm pretty sure that's Koenma's new detective. It wouldn't surprise me that he would send him up here for training. I guess it's absolute, I must announce this soon."
"But, why can't you just train him, without the demon?"
"Because I don't have much of a concious like you do."
"Genkai, that doesn't make much sense."
"You are still too young to understand."
"Might I remind you master Genkai, that while I may have the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, I am actually in fact over two thousand years old. By my standards, that is not young."
"For a demon it is. Now get out of here, you're starting to annoy me."
"Yes master Genkai."
San remained in her human form to ride the train into town. She did not know where she would go, or how to start her search for the Kurama fellow. She decided to go to the place where she first saw him, incase he was there again. The train ride seemed long, but it didn't bother her. There was one more stop before hers, and she saw the figher with orange coloured hair hop on and sit across from her. She was amazed, but was discreet about her observations of him. She caught his scent, getting the feeling that she would need it.
"Seriously Kuwabara, why do you keep fighting him? You always lose," said the boy on his left.
"I'll get him one day. Urameshi won't see it coming!" declared Kuwabara. San's ear twitched at the name Urameshi.
"Just look at your face, how can you possibly take more damage?" the boy on his right piped in.
"I told you, I'm fine! I'll get him tomorrow, you'll see."
San laughed inwardly at him. No wonder in her vision he was so badly injured, he didn't seem to know when to quit. She admired his spirit, gave him one last glance before getting off the train and into the city. How coincidental she share a train ride with one from her vision? She followed her nose to the smell of fresh flowers, the tiger lilies in particular. She took her time however, feeling no need to rush. She took her shoes off, hating them her whole human life, and carried them in one hand, her long skirt flowing behind her. It was green, and she wore a white spaghetti strapped tank top, loving last breeze of summer.
She continued on, mindful of the busy humans and their shoes. The wind blew her sun touched hair, and she caught a whiff of Kurama in it. She increased her pace a bit, pushing thru people until she saw him in the same spot as yesterday. He was looking at roses again, quite possibly for the same reason as before. She approached the vendor, being careful not to startle him. It was to no avail though, he looked right into her tawny eyes, the green orbs curious, and then moving to take in the rest of her.
Kurama felt a pull towards her, as if he was instantly attracted. He couldn't help it, and the fact that she shared the same eyes as Moriko and the mysterious wolf last night was intriguing. He saw that she wore no shoes, and noted that she had very pretty feet. He turned his attention back to the roses, keeping an eye on her as she slowly walked towards where he stood.
-We are mated for life Shuuichi...- Youko reminded him
-I know. But, she is very beautiful, you cannot deny that.-
-No, for a human she is. So much like Moriko, I can see why we would be attracted to her. But we cannot, we are mated for life.-
-Understood. I am sure that nothing inappropriate will take place.-
"San, so good to see you again. I'm surprised you've come out two days in a row," said the elderly florist.
"I felt that it was necessary sir. How are you doing?" the girl called San replied.
"Good, very good. Have you met Shuuichi here? He's as fascinated with my greenery as much as you are," the man gestured towards Kurama. He looked over at this strange girl, and offered her a polite smile.
"Hello, I'm Shuuichi Minamino," said Kurama, extending a hand.
She smiled back at him, "San Chiya," she greeted, taking his hand. When they made contact, the image of Moriko and Youko appeared in front of them for a split second. They were both startled, staring at each other. Kurama was the first to regain his composure.
"Eternal sun? It seems to suit you," he told her, breaking the tension.
"Uh, yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking her hand back. They stood silently for a moment, San trying to keep a blush away, and Kurama wondering what he could say to her. "So, I saw you here yesterday. You like roses?" she asked, unsure of herself, which was unlike Moriko.
"Yes. I get them for my hu-, mother. She is ill right now, her health is only failing."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Here," San used her power faintly and swiftly to create a purple rose, barely opened with pink at the tip, and plucked it out of the batch, "bring her this," she offered, handing it to him with a smile. Kurama reached out his hand to grab it, barely grazing her skin, but feeling that same sensation at the touch. He could see that she felt it to.
-Do you feel that?-
-Yes, this girl is very strange. She created that rose you know.-
-I know, I felt it, but just barely. Perhaps we should learn more about her.-
-Shuuichi...- Youko warned.
-I will not do anything to betray our mate.-
Kurama looked over at San, and offered another smile, "I was about to grab something to eat when I was finished here. I know a good place down the street, would you like to accompany me?"
She looked taken aback, but recovered quickly, "I would, but, I don't have much money on me..."
"My treat. It's my way of thanking you for this rare flower."
"If you insist. But I warn you, I can be a big eater when I set my mind to it."
Kurama let out a little laugh, "That's alright. It'll be refreshing to see a girl that actually eats."
They began to walk away, Kurama paying for his roses when San spoke, "Girls don't eat?"
"Not usually. They are more preoccupied with their weight, the media is to blame for that. Don't you see or hear about it at school?"
"No, I have a home education, I live too far away to go to school."
"I see. That must be nice, to be so cut off from the world. Peaceful to."
"It's really great actually. There's a forest, a beach, a swamp, a mountain, hundreds of stairs. It's very serene, I like it better than being in the city. My ma-relative sends me out into civilization purely because I become 'dull' she says," San explained, laughing.
"I have always lived in the city, but I would trade it to live in the country," said Kurama. They walked into the restaurant, and sat down, waiting to order food. Kurama was interested in this girl that was for sure, but he had to be careful not to dishonor his mate. She was possibly still alive somewhere, and he had to find her, after he saved his mother. San knew that this boy, Shuuichi, was in face Kurama, a human with a demon inside of him. If he was Youko or not, she was not sure, but getting to know him would help, and following him as her wolf form would show her what he was hiding. The adventure, was yet to begin.
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Hiei had said she was a telepath, but she did not try to talk to him, only sat, and stared. It seemed as if she was searching for something, and her eyes foretold of an age far greater than her appearance. Kurama stared back at her gaze, feeling the pain of Youko inside him. This was the last thing he saw of his beloved fifteen years ago, only this time, she wasn't covered in blood. He put his rose whip away, and moved towards the wolf. She sat, watching him approach and didn't budge. He stopped in front of her, and put a hand on her head.
-One wonders why you are doing that?- said the wolf, crystal clear in his mind. Kurama was startled, and pulled his hand back.
-I wish to see if you mean to cause me any harm,- he replied, hoping she could hear him.
-One would've bitten off your head if one chose to, and you would be dead.-
-I thank you for your help. May I ask your name?-
-Wolves have no need of names- she replied. Youko gasped, having heard Moriko say the same thing to him when they had first met.
-Very well...-
-One wonders why you walk around like a man-thing. One can sense that is not your true form.-
-You are very perseptive. My true form is resting, unable to take shape because of a power loss.-
-When will one witness such a form?-
-The timing is unknown. I am certain you possibly have something better to do with it?-
-What is time to a wolf?- again Youko gasped. Kurama himself was startled, knowing much about his former mate, and knowing that this wolf behaved in the same mannerism. How was this possible?
-Well, again, I thank you, but I must return home now. Good-bye friend,- said Kurama, turning to leave.
-One will find you at your den when the light returns.-
-If you wish. I trust you will be able to find me?-
-Yes. One's nose has not hunted for years, but can still find whatever one pleases.-
-Very well,- Kurama dismissed, leaving the alleyway. He turned once more and found that the wolf had vanished from her post. He sighed, absently wondering where she might have gone to. Her words were very similar to Moriko, the eyes the exact same, the shape the same, everything about her was the same. Yet, there was not a reason for him to believe it truly was her.
-I did not catch her scent in the slightest. I cannot believe it is her Shuuichi.- said Youko in his mind while they walked home.
-It is a possibility, but there is no evidence proving it.-
-No evidence? Have you gone blind? Her eyes are the exact same as my beloved, as OUR beloved now!-
-I understand Youko, but I do not wish us to become deluded with false hope. If she reveals herself to be Moriko, or gives us more than just a few words as a sign, then we should consider it. She's a smart wolf, she knows that you are there, but cannot feel you yet.-
-I need to find her Shuuichi. WE need to find her. We need to know if she still lives, or if our young do.-
-Understood.-
.....
She runs, fearing for her life, away from the forest she once called her den. The clan had dismissed her, for false accusations. She was framed, that much was true, but by who, she did not know. Her vision was complete now, she was fleeing away from her home, and her place of birth deep in the Makai, the demon world. She was a wolf demon, once the ruler of her clan, and now, an outcast. She knows where she has to go, and she knows how to lose the pups on her tail. She is tall, slender, with tawny hair and tawny eyes. Being the ruler had made her who she was, and now all she could do was escape, the seal of the wolf clan clutched in her hand. There was only one way to get away, and that was to turn into her spirit form, the white wolf.
She is much faster this way than on hind legs. With the seal in her teeth, she runs for days away from her former home. There is no turning back, she has to find a new den. Her destiny awaits her, after eight hundred years, she is ready for it. Her journey comes to a slight delay, seeing as she had not eaten for a while. There were many creatures about, but she hunts for her food, like any of her kind would do. Finally, she comes to it, the den in the forest she has seen in her vision. It was near the tallest tree in the whole Makai. She sees the familiar rock formation, and uses her demon energy to open an entrance into the ancient cave that lies within.
The cave is much bigger than she expects, and the stone closes, acting as a door, to keep intruders out. She walks down the path, her eyes adjusting to the light. There, at the end, she sees where the small source of light was coming from, and she finds herself inside the huge and hollow tree. It is completely uninhabbited, seeming to just wait for her arrival. She looks around, knowing that she will need furniture and other things to make it her den, with the help of her ability to manipulate nature, like all animal apparitions could do. This does not take her very long, and soon, she is living there happy, a lone wolf, for a good two hundred years or so.
That was when the next part of her vision becomes clear, more vivid. She sees her intruder coming soon, the legendary bandit, Youko Kurama. His silver hair and golden eyes were not unknown to the demons around her forest. He was going to come for her seal, the story of her dismissal clear to the public. The wolves did not reveal her name, for the sake of their own hides, not for hers. The story went so far as she died, but that didn't mean it was true, and Youko was going to prove that.
He takes this mission alone. He does not know what to expect, but he knows he does not need his companions. He smells a scent, one that he had never smelled before, and follows it. He comes to the only tree of its kind in all of Makai, and sniffs around, the scent all over the area, marking a terrirtory. He sees a rock, and just like she had before, uses his demon energy to move it. He walks in on silent feet, following his nose to that wonderful aroma. He comes to the faint light in the distance, seeing not a soul, but knowing that someone or something is there.
As he approaches, a small sound reaches his ears, and two deathly staked piece of wood come at him from either side. He dodges them and continues on. He senses energy everywhere around him in the tunnel. He turns to look down, and sees a vine beginning to grow at his feet. He knows this plant, having used it many times himself. He uses his power to fend the plant off, and walks on. He comes to the inside of the tree, where the wolf sleeps, and looks around for her.
He walks to the seal, hanging on a made branch of the tree. She makes her move, but he senses her before her foot makes contact with his face. He throws her to the other side of the den, but she uses her feet to push off and lunge at him. He cannot stop her force, and it pushed into the wall of the tree. He punches her, making her step back. She stands a few feet in front of him, tawny eyes defiant. He is captivated, never seeing a creature such as her. She uses that moment and takes him down in one graceful move, his body on the floor, his arm twisted behind his back, and her foot at his neck.
"How dare you defile my home demon!" she speaks in a harsh voice, dripping with malice.
"You have something I want, give it to me," he replies, only, slightly flirtatious.
"Never!"
"What's your name?"
"Wolves have no need of names. Now leave this place, or you will not have your life."
"I will leave, but I will be back for it, ookami. I will not be defeated so easily next time."
"You will not live on our next meeting kitsune, keep that in mind."
She releases him, knowing that he will honor his word as a fellow canine. He stands to stare of her one last time, taking in all he can before he decides to make his return. He knows he will not forget her, nor her scent. She stares back at him, her tawny eyes softer than before. He winks at her, and then makes his escape, looking back only once, to see that unblinking stare, before he takes off into the night. She smiles a bit, not expecting this encounter to turn out this way.
.....
He runs towards the tree, the one where the wolf demon dwells. He enters her home, smelling her intoxicating aroma everywhere. The den had changed in the past fifty years, since he had first come there. The smell of food reaches his nostrils, but he goes to where he remembers the seal is, that being his target. He reaches her room, but no trace of his item is anywhere. He walks to the fire, seeing her in front of her cauldron of food. Her tail, glossy and fluffy, swaying in a slow motion as he could hear a slight hum. He walks towards her, his feet making no sound. He reaches out his hand, and feels the full force of her elbow after grabbing a handful of her behind.
"I thought I told you that you would die the next time you came here," she says to him, glaring down at her intruder.
"And I told you that next time, I will not be defeated so easily," he replies, standing a couple feet in front of her, looking down into her tawny eyes.
"Foolish kitsune. I will not have mercy on you this time."
"So you keep telling me," he smiles a bit suggestively at her, his golden eyes full of mischief. She narrows hers a bit, wondering what he was up to. In the blink of an eye, he disappears, only to reappear behind her. She drops her wooden spoon, feeling a chill go down her spine at his proximity. "I'd like to see how you are without mercy," he purs in her ear, causing her to blush slightly. She regains her composure and turns to face him. She reaches out to him, her hand going underineath his clothing and feeling his bare chest. She finds what she is searching for, and holds the seal in her hand.
"Well, it seems the famous kitsune is not as sly as he thinks," she smirks at him, keeping a firm grip on the seal while she shows him that she found it.
"Well done ookami. I think introductions are in order. Since you know I'm famous, you must know who I am. Who might you be?"
She raises a brow, debating on whether to reveal herself yet or not. Finally, she consents, "Moriko Chie, former ruler of the wolf clan."
"I thought you were. You're as famous as I am, and a delinquent. I will be seeing you again Moriko, to claim what is mine."
"You will not escape with your life next time."
He smiles at her before once again, taking his leave. She stares in his direction, sensing his presence becoming fainter as the minutes go by. What is her fate with this fox, Youko Kurama? She knows he will be back again, and when he comes again, she will be ready for him.
......
San opened her eyes slowly, after reliving that memory of her past life. The light of day was directly in her eyes, and all she could see was red, like the hair on the Kurama boy she had met last night as a wolf. The faint scent of Youko was upon him, though the only outward sign he showed was being called a fox and using the rose whip. This boy was apart of her vision, she knew that she had to follow him more, know more about him before she would decide to continue on her hunt.
She sat up in her bed, knowing that Genkai would be in her soon to get her up. She was grateful to the old woman for everything she had done so far, and didn't want to disappoint her. She was about to stand when she saw a flash of light. She shut her eyes tightly, letting the vision take over so she could see it clearly. There, was Genkai's temple, her current place of dwelling. There were fighters, near the swamp of the lands, past the forest. There were three fighters left, one badly injured with orange hair, lying on the ground. Another, a shadow of evil, and the other, a boy, full of spirit energy. He looked familiar, as if she had seem him some where before.
Genkai was standing on the sidelines near the badly hurt boy, with a girl who had curiously blue hair and pink eyes. She was not human, only three of the crowd were. Her vision then began to branch off, like most of them did. She saw Genkai in both, on one side with the evil shadow, and on the other, the boy. Genkai's spirit wave was what they were both after. She saw the shadow learn the technique, and then devour her master. The boy was taught, and her master was well and even a little annoyed. Next, she saw the light again, indicating her vision was now over. She opened her eyes to see the small old woman standing in her door way.
"Vision?" Genkai inquired in her raspy voice.
"Yes. The next taker for your spirit wave should be arriving shortly. But like most of my visions, there is a darker side. There is a demon apparition who also wishes to claim your knowledge, and then kill you. You must make sure you don't teach the wrong one master Genkai," San revealed her vision, looking at the pink haired old woman with worry.
"I am old. I will teach it to whomever completes my tasks, be it human or demon."
"But-"
"No buts San. Now get ready, I know you're itching to follow this demon you found, the one from your vision."
"Yes master Genkai."
She sat on the pillow around the table, once again, just picking at her food. She was never a morning person, not even in her former life, but Genkai was good to her, she wasn't going to start with disrespect. She looked at the stack of old newspapers sitting in the corner. She saw a picture of the boy who got hit by a car trying to save a little kid. She examined the picture from her seat, and the image of the boy from her vision flashed in her head. She walked up, and grabbed the paper.
"Genkai, it's this boy, the one from my vision. Yusuke Urameshi. He's the one that will be coming to your temple," San said urgently, showing her the picture.
"I'm pretty sure that's Koenma's new detective. It wouldn't surprise me that he would send him up here for training. I guess it's absolute, I must announce this soon."
"But, why can't you just train him, without the demon?"
"Because I don't have much of a concious like you do."
"Genkai, that doesn't make much sense."
"You are still too young to understand."
"Might I remind you master Genkai, that while I may have the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, I am actually in fact over two thousand years old. By my standards, that is not young."
"For a demon it is. Now get out of here, you're starting to annoy me."
"Yes master Genkai."
San remained in her human form to ride the train into town. She did not know where she would go, or how to start her search for the Kurama fellow. She decided to go to the place where she first saw him, incase he was there again. The train ride seemed long, but it didn't bother her. There was one more stop before hers, and she saw the figher with orange coloured hair hop on and sit across from her. She was amazed, but was discreet about her observations of him. She caught his scent, getting the feeling that she would need it.
"Seriously Kuwabara, why do you keep fighting him? You always lose," said the boy on his left.
"I'll get him one day. Urameshi won't see it coming!" declared Kuwabara. San's ear twitched at the name Urameshi.
"Just look at your face, how can you possibly take more damage?" the boy on his right piped in.
"I told you, I'm fine! I'll get him tomorrow, you'll see."
San laughed inwardly at him. No wonder in her vision he was so badly injured, he didn't seem to know when to quit. She admired his spirit, gave him one last glance before getting off the train and into the city. How coincidental she share a train ride with one from her vision? She followed her nose to the smell of fresh flowers, the tiger lilies in particular. She took her time however, feeling no need to rush. She took her shoes off, hating them her whole human life, and carried them in one hand, her long skirt flowing behind her. It was green, and she wore a white spaghetti strapped tank top, loving last breeze of summer.
She continued on, mindful of the busy humans and their shoes. The wind blew her sun touched hair, and she caught a whiff of Kurama in it. She increased her pace a bit, pushing thru people until she saw him in the same spot as yesterday. He was looking at roses again, quite possibly for the same reason as before. She approached the vendor, being careful not to startle him. It was to no avail though, he looked right into her tawny eyes, the green orbs curious, and then moving to take in the rest of her.
Kurama felt a pull towards her, as if he was instantly attracted. He couldn't help it, and the fact that she shared the same eyes as Moriko and the mysterious wolf last night was intriguing. He saw that she wore no shoes, and noted that she had very pretty feet. He turned his attention back to the roses, keeping an eye on her as she slowly walked towards where he stood.
-We are mated for life Shuuichi...- Youko reminded him
-I know. But, she is very beautiful, you cannot deny that.-
-No, for a human she is. So much like Moriko, I can see why we would be attracted to her. But we cannot, we are mated for life.-
-Understood. I am sure that nothing inappropriate will take place.-
"San, so good to see you again. I'm surprised you've come out two days in a row," said the elderly florist.
"I felt that it was necessary sir. How are you doing?" the girl called San replied.
"Good, very good. Have you met Shuuichi here? He's as fascinated with my greenery as much as you are," the man gestured towards Kurama. He looked over at this strange girl, and offered her a polite smile.
"Hello, I'm Shuuichi Minamino," said Kurama, extending a hand.
She smiled back at him, "San Chiya," she greeted, taking his hand. When they made contact, the image of Moriko and Youko appeared in front of them for a split second. They were both startled, staring at each other. Kurama was the first to regain his composure.
"Eternal sun? It seems to suit you," he told her, breaking the tension.
"Uh, yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking her hand back. They stood silently for a moment, San trying to keep a blush away, and Kurama wondering what he could say to her. "So, I saw you here yesterday. You like roses?" she asked, unsure of herself, which was unlike Moriko.
"Yes. I get them for my hu-, mother. She is ill right now, her health is only failing."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Here," San used her power faintly and swiftly to create a purple rose, barely opened with pink at the tip, and plucked it out of the batch, "bring her this," she offered, handing it to him with a smile. Kurama reached out his hand to grab it, barely grazing her skin, but feeling that same sensation at the touch. He could see that she felt it to.
-Do you feel that?-
-Yes, this girl is very strange. She created that rose you know.-
-I know, I felt it, but just barely. Perhaps we should learn more about her.-
-Shuuichi...- Youko warned.
-I will not do anything to betray our mate.-
Kurama looked over at San, and offered another smile, "I was about to grab something to eat when I was finished here. I know a good place down the street, would you like to accompany me?"
She looked taken aback, but recovered quickly, "I would, but, I don't have much money on me..."
"My treat. It's my way of thanking you for this rare flower."
"If you insist. But I warn you, I can be a big eater when I set my mind to it."
Kurama let out a little laugh, "That's alright. It'll be refreshing to see a girl that actually eats."
They began to walk away, Kurama paying for his roses when San spoke, "Girls don't eat?"
"Not usually. They are more preoccupied with their weight, the media is to blame for that. Don't you see or hear about it at school?"
"No, I have a home education, I live too far away to go to school."
"I see. That must be nice, to be so cut off from the world. Peaceful to."
"It's really great actually. There's a forest, a beach, a swamp, a mountain, hundreds of stairs. It's very serene, I like it better than being in the city. My ma-relative sends me out into civilization purely because I become 'dull' she says," San explained, laughing.
"I have always lived in the city, but I would trade it to live in the country," said Kurama. They walked into the restaurant, and sat down, waiting to order food. Kurama was interested in this girl that was for sure, but he had to be careful not to dishonor his mate. She was possibly still alive somewhere, and he had to find her, after he saved his mother. San knew that this boy, Shuuichi, was in face Kurama, a human with a demon inside of him. If he was Youko or not, she was not sure, but getting to know him would help, and following him as her wolf form would show her what he was hiding. The adventure, was yet to begin.
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