Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Tears ❯ Chapter 3

Author's Note: damn you, tammy…you made me update xP

· Da Nyo Wa Sseum Ni Da, is equivalent to the Japanese Tadaima

· Hal Mo Ni =grandmother

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho because if I did, then all the yaoi writers, artists, and fans would be dead right about now. But, I do Nanashi and Osamu.

A black figure carrying something dashed through the darkness of the night, leaping from one rooftop to another, until it traveled effortlessly into an unending forest. Keeping up with the pace, the mysterious figure weaved its way through the maze of branches until it came upon a hidden, but enormous mansion guarded by dozens of watchmen by the iron wrought gate. The stalker paused for a few seconds on a high branch, the wind rustling its long hair, before jumping from the branch, flipping over the gate unnoticeably. Still running, it made its away around the mansions, arriving at the south wing, just behind the gardens. Skillfully, it climbed up vines growing on the stonewall and successfully lifted itself onto the balcony where it somersaulted through the double French doors. Quickly rising its feet, it dropped its cargo and dashed through the dimly lit bedroom and made its way through various hallways until it came upon a room, lighted only by the blaring television set watched by an elderly woman with her back to the trespasser. Quietly, it dashed behind the old woman and quickly grabbed behind her, yelling…

"Da Nyo Wa Sseum Ni Da, Hal Mo Ni!"*

Startled, the elderly woman turned around and found a masked girl in her teens grinning widely. Muttering a few obscene curses, she turned back to her program while the young girl pulled off her mask and sat beside her halmoni. Wrapping her arms around the other woman, she leaned her head against her shoulder and asked, "Halmoni, what are you watching?"

"Heh, you've been training under me and you still don't know? I'm watching reruns of Wheel of Fortune. And stop calling me 'halmoni'; my name is Osamu-sensei, damn it!"

The girl simply snuggled beside her "halmoni" and sighed contently. Rolling her eyes in defeat, Osamu slipped an arm around the girl and together they watched a stupid blonde asking to buy the vowel x. At the end of the show, when the blonde won ten thousand dollars, Osamu turned off the television and faced the teenage girl by her side. The girl kept staring at the blank screen, as though she didn't want to stop watching the same boring show. Still, Osamu knew that these moments of normality had to end for her. Clearing her throat, she asked,

"Hey, did you go to see Jae Kyong-san yet?"

When the girl didn't reply, Osamu growled and skillfully threw her into the next room. Osamu stood up and started to walk to the room, her stiff joints cracking along the way, and found her thrown student sprawled on a large, queen-sized bed. Her long braid dangled on the floor while her feet played with a shapeless black bag. Artfully, she flicked the bag up, flipped herself upright and caught the bag. Holding the bag loosely, she turned and gazed at Osamu with sad, reproachful eyes.

"Halmoni, do I really have to go see Jae Kyong-san?"

"Of course, he's the one you're working for."

Osamu glared at the girl sternly until she pushed herself off the bed and dragged her feet out the door. The girl had to walk through various hallways and down many stairs until she arrived on the base floor. Though the exterior was built in the western style, the interior was decorated with dominant touches of Asian influence. She walked through the halls, painted vibrantly red, decked with Asian antiques like the porcelain vase from the Ming dynasty, hand-painted fans with Korean plum flowers blossoming across the white screen, and Japanese opera masks. Finally, she was just about the slide open a rice paper covered door when it opened before her.

There stood an elegant young woman, around her mid-twenties, looking scornfully down at surprised girl. She scowled in return, unpleased by the arrival of Yuri. Yuri stood before her, dressed in a pink skimpy top with flowing strips of cloth that seemed to float. Her red skirt slit high against her slim, pale thighs and dozens of anklets decorated her bare feet. Her hazel hair was tied high, her long hair falling in waves down her back. Her finely tapered fingers plucked at her necklaces as the bracelets on her arms jingled. After a long period of uncomfortable silence, Yuri started the conversation.

"Well, Little Nobody's back from work. Did you want a pat on your pretty little head?"

Yuri was about to pet her inferior like a dog when Little Nobody caught the slim wrist and threw it away from her. Yuri snarled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I came here to see Jae Kyong."

"It's Jae Kyong-sama to you, brat. Besides, he won't see you if you're not wearing your collar." Yuri's thin finger plucked at a thick choker around her own neck. Her black choker was richly decked with pearls and diamonds with silver embroidery. The girl scowled again and pulled out a plainer black choker, though she did not fasten it on. Yuri's eyes narrowed with irritation and slapped her.

"Why don't you wear your collar like a good servant?"

"I will NOT degrade myself as if I was some beat up dog."

"You proud brat. Maybe I should teach you what a little bitch you are!" Yuri was about to slap her again, when someone cleared his throat. Both girls faced the door and found a lean, well-built man standing in the doorway. Appearing to be only about 23 years of age, he wore a white-collar shirt with a black tie tied loosely. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and his hands stuffed casually in his deep pockets. His burgundy hair, slicked back away from his eyes that glared fiery claret, accented his face. The girl bowed respectfully, but Yuri simply smirked seductively and linked her slender arm into his. Leaning her head against his arm, she cooed,

"Jae Kyong-kun. I missed you after the performance. Did you not like my dance?"

Yuri pouted ridiculously while Jae Kyong smiled politely, gently sliding his arm out of hers.

"I did enjoy your performance, Yuri-chan. But I have some business to attend to. Why don't you go amuse yourself by the bar; I'll join you later."

Yuri reluctantly let Jae Kyong go but smirked arrogantly when she shouldered the younger girl on her way to the bar. When Yuri slinked out of sight, Jae Kyong exhaled heavily, seemingly glad to be rid of her. He smiled, genuinely now, and turned to face the thief. He held her hand, ignoring the flinch and said,

"Nanashi-san. Why don't we discuss your mission in my office?"

Nanashi silently followed Jae Kyong down the hall, up the stairs, and down the halls again into a dark room. Jae Kyong flipped the light switch and immediately a large, spacious room came into view. Large leather couches surrounded glass table to the right of the door while enormous bookshelves dominated the left wall. Further down in the room splayed a wide desk made of polished rose wood with an expensive-looking leather chair. Jae Kyong slumped into the chair, closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Nanashi stood before the desk, standing in the military at ease stance, waiting for Jae Kyong's orders. Jae Kyong pulled himself upright at his desk and looked at Nanashi with sleepy eyes.

"So, how did it go, Nanashi-kun? Did you have fun this time?"

Nanashi flinched slightly at the intimacy; it was already improper to attach "san" when it was she who worked for him. "I retrieved the jewel easily, sir."

"Did you run into any trouble?"

Nanashi hesitated for a moment before answering, "I ran into the spirit detective, Yusuke, sir."

Jae Kyong groaned inwardly, obviously annoyed at the new obstacle. With the twitch of his fingers, he motioned for Nanashi to give him the jewel. Promptly, Nanashi drew the jewel from its velvet bag and set the jewel carefully upon the desk. Jade Kyong nodded his thanks and lifted the jewel to his face to observe its facets. Though it was night, the jewel was polished enough to send brilliant glints of light around the room, especially when Jae Kyong held it under the lamp's light. Nanashi watched the ethereal light show with awe, her eyes following each flash of light. As she watched the light with a childlike innocence, she noticed Jae Kyong smiling in the corner of her eye. Clearing her throat to save face, she composed herself into a cool, reserved professional bearing and stood patiently for Jae Kyong's next words.

Jae Kyong drew himself up from his chair and walked to wall, opening a hidden safe. Carefully, Jae Kyong placed the jewel inside and turned around, met with Nanashi's stunned face. He widened his eyes in innocent surprise and asked, "What's wrong with you, Nanashi-kun? You're looking unusually pale today."

"You're leaving the jewel in that safe, sir?"

"Yes, what's wrong with leaving it in the safe? The guy who sold it to me told me that it's used to store precious assets."

"But it's so weak, sir. I can break into it in less than five minutes!"

"Well, then it's a good thing that you work for me, right?"

Jae Kyong smiled at Nanashi's still perplexed face and wandered over to the gigantic windows displaying a spectacular view of the night scenery. Nanashi drifted over to his side and together the two watched the velvet sky in silence, each deep within his or her own thoughts. Jae Kyong turned to watch the other beauty, noting how the moon softened her skin to a pale luster, how the stars shined brightly in her sapphire eyes, how even the shadows accented each feature of her face.

Nanashi turned to face him, as if she could feel his eyes upon her. Embarrassed by the look in his eyes, Nanashi stuttered a feeble excuse and tried to leave. Jae Kyong grabbed her wrist and pleaded with his eyes for her to stay. Nanashi lowered her gaze to the floor humbly as Jae Kyong whispered "Do you know how beautiful you look in the moonlight?" With his free hand, he lightly traced his fingers over her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. His hand then lightly brushed over her slender throat before it came to a rest at the hollow of her collarbone. Slowly, as if underwater, Jae Kyong lifted his gaze to her eyes, where he found discomfort in her lineament and her body trembled.

Jae Kyong gently clasped his hands over hers and asked, "Why do you shiver? Is it from the night or from fear of me?"

"Of you, sir."

"Why?"

"I know of your women, sir."

Jae Kyong withdrew his hands quickly, swore profusely under his breath, and walked away from her to again the windows. He stood, in silent anger, with his hands thrusted deeply in his deep pockets. Nanashi recollected her stony visage, and stood in silence also, her every emotions hidden again. Time seemed to pass idly, leaving them trapped in a moment of uneasiness. Jae Kyong was first to break the silence.

"Nanashi-san…do you still have the nightmares?"

"…"

He sighed heavily, "I wish you'd put your past behind you. You know they're not here anymore. I am not like those of your past…"

"I know, sir"

"Nanashi-san. Know this. I have never forced an unwilling woman into my bed. Those you know of come to me willingly."

"Yes, sir..."

"You may leave now."

Nanashi bowed respectfully low before leaving the room, turning back only for a last glance of Jae Kyong, still staring out the window, looking eerily alone with the shadows looming around him. She tried to walk calmly down the halls, but as soon as she passed through the main hall, Nanashi broke into a full out sprint, dashing through the numerous halls until she arrived in the south wing. She dashed through the wing, paying no regard to the blurring background, not even stopping to finish her fight with Yuri, who was slumped in a corner vomiting.

She kept running faster and faster until she threw upon the heavy oak doors of Osamu's room. The elderly woman turned stiffly at the booming noise and looked thoroughly startled when Nanashi threw herself into the old woman's torso, sobbing uncontrollably. Stunned, she stood there, not quite knowing what to do, how to comfort the crying girl. Awkwardly, Osamu settled for gently patting Nanashi's head, until her tears gave way to a dreamless slumber.

I felt someone lay me upon the bed. At first, I didn't know what to make of it; I felt so confused, lost, frightened. I could feel something heavy pressing against me. So heavy, so hot. I fought against it as hard as I could, beating my fists against, flailing with all my strength. All this in pure darkness; I was too afraid to open my eyes, afraid of what I might see. I felt my clothes being torn of my body, the cold air slamming against every feeling fiber of my skin. The coldness seemed to cut through everything and freeze the very marrow of my being. It came back again, demanding even more this time. It forced itself upon me, pressing its lips against mine savagely. It touched me in places it shouldn't have touched. It did things it shouldn't have done. I felt something wet fall down my face, something and salty. I think I was crying. Suddenly, right when I wanted so desperately to die, it went away. The fear, the pain, the sadness. It was all gone. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was blurry. I saw someone; his face unclear to me, but he made me feel safe and protected. He opened his arms to me and I fell into them. He didn't push himself onto me, but rather wrapped gently around me. I felt his light touch; it comforted me into trustfulness. I felt his lips against mine, but this time...it felt right.