Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Faux Pas ❯ Prologue

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Faux Pas - Prologue

 

 

 

It was quiet. So very quiet. He slowly became aware once more, knowing only the silence and the nothingness around him. There used to be so much more in the world, only now his world was confined to darkness. He was trapped in a vacant abyss that had been created for him at his death. If he had a body, he would have sighed.

 

There was no sound, no life, and no movement. That was to be expected though. He had, after all, expected nothing. What he hadn't expected was the sense of calm and the feeling of serenity that was blanketing his consciousness. He had never felt this at peace with himself before. For the first time since he could remember, he felt whole.

 

The answer to why he was here lay just beyond his grasp, brushing against the edge of his non-existent fingertips. He could not quite remember why he was dead, only that he was so. He did not know where he was, only that this was a place where he felt safe. He was in a void filled only with nothing, yet he felt at home for the first time in forever. He wasn't burdened with emotions or detailed thoughts, he just was. Was this what death was supposed to be like? It was so peaceful.

 

And he had dreamed of peace for so long…

 

Dreamed of peace, and dreamed of the quiet nothing.

 

With focusing all of his consciousness, he was able to move himself or, at least, he assumed he was moving. Being a non-entity surrounded by nothing made it hard to tell, but he had a sense that he was travelling. He spent his

(days, months, years)

time constantly drifting through the seemingly endless void. It was not discontent that made him wander, more so that he was curious as to where he was. It was simply exploration.

 

He had learned his place of residence was not so endless when he discovered that, at one point, he was able to go no further. It was like an invisible barrier was strung up in front of him, impeding any further passage. He did not know how long it had taken him to get there, or where this new `there' was, he only knew that his options were limited now that his progress was blocked. He drifted along the barrier, searching for some crack he could go through, or for anything at all. Continued investigation led nowhere and he was forced to accept the fact he had reached the end, the end of nothing.

 

He opted to continue his exploration of the void, the nothing, and drifted back the way he had come. He still carried that feeling of blissful detachment, that things were well even if he could not remember who or what or where or how. He was still curious, yes, but he could continue this existence without all the answers. He could be happy. He could be at peace.

 

Then his world fell apart.

 

It began with a small tingle in the farthest depths of his consciousness. From there it spread like wild fire until it had expanded into a solid force around him. He couldn't see what was happening, only sense it. It started as a crack, then chipped away into rip, spreading into a chasm. The void was being pulled, torn, slashed apart by some outside force. It was dissolving around him, disappearing like a paper's whiteness marked by spilt ink. His nothingness was marred, used, tainted. With a final lurch, it ripped around him and he could do more than vaguely sense. The nothingness gave way to light, and he gave way to something more.

 

Sensui Shinobu opened his eyes.