Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts Resurrected ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Yoko to this day is torn up about leaving his old partner, Kuronue, to die. But what if he didn�t die and was rescued days after he was captured? In the present, Kuronue's rescuer has grown up and has landed in Kurama's new high school. But she isn't all that she appears and will defend to the death the true identity of the man she calls father. Will old foes of the thieving duo pick them off one by one, or will Kurama unravel this puzzling mystery before its too late?

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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.09.2008 | Updated On: 08.09.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 493 | Visits: 649 | Status: Work In Progress

Prologue

It was cold, dark, and slightly damp, not that he much cared at that point. The majority of his attention was on the fresh wounds on his back and delicate wings. He sat against the wall, his black wings fanned out to allow the air to reach said wounds. His bound wrists were held above his black, mangled hair and his purple eyes were downcast.

With a sigh he turned his eyes to the ceiling of his cell.

“Oy! Anyone out there? I can understand the need to take all my valuables, but why the hat? Hello!?” There was no answer, not that he expected one: he was just trying to keep his sanity in check. He tilted his head back to rest it against the wall.

`I hope Yoko's all right…'

There was a suddenly sound much like thunder and lightning crashed just outside of the bat yokai's, for that was what the man was, prison. The Yokai sat up straighter to get a better view of the creature that just appeared.

There sat a child, no older than four, with black hair streaked with silver; the ends were gathered in an intricate holder, which seemed to be her only thing of value, over her shoulder. She looked around in her tattered, dirty white dress for a moment before her purple eyes fell on the imprisoned man.

She staggered to her feet, which were bare, and put a hand on the lock. The metal flared under her touch and melted. The door swung open and the girl entered. The Yokai realized at once that she was neither Yokai, nor Ningen as she first approached, then knelt in front of him.

“Are-” Her voice was as ragged as her appearance and she took a moment to clear it. “Are you my Dad?”

The Yokai looked at her like she had grown another head.

“What?”

“Are you my Dad?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because I wished on a shooting star to find my parents… and here I am.”