Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Grief ❯ Misty Horizons ( Chapter 1 )

Misty Horizons

 

A flash of lightning; a rumble of thunder. In moments the rain was pouring down in heavy sheets upon the earth below the stormy skies. Wanderers in the evening hours pulled their coats tighter about them as they scurried to find shelter.

The droplets, though small and harmless, pounded like hammers against the back of Sho's throbbing head. She groaned, and opened her eyes partway, only to snap them shut as pain rippled through her skull. Her body was beyond exhausted, and her memory was blurry and cut-off. All she knew was that she was lying on the ground, with the feel of the cool raindrops splashing against the bare skin on her arms.

Crimson eyes flew open as Sho jumped up to her feet—surpassing the pain searing through her body as she looked around at her surroundings. She looked down at her hands, and brought them up to her face. Her heart beat quicker as a strong feeling of success flooded through her.

Ow…could you warn a person?

“Shodi? Is that you?! “

Of course it's me! Who else would it be??

Um…

Oh, of course that's besides the small one…

Sho's mind beamed with joy as she gathered up her two half-spirits in an array of colors that seemed something like a hug.

“Shodi! Shoshoku! We did it!! We're…we're…look!!”

She held her hands up before them again, and waited as silence consumed the three—the shock hitting the two in full. Just as a small smile graced Sho's lips, rainbows of joyous color burst into Sho's mind, as Shodi and Shoshoku felt the same success that Sho had experienced only moments before.

But the colors stopped almost as fast as they had begun—the same thought striking all three of them at once.

What now?

* * *

“I couldn't breathe.

Holding me down.

Hand on my face,

Kissing the ground.”

~Rearview Mirror, Pearl Jam

* * *

A chair creaked in protest as it supported the weight of a young boy with only two of its four legs. The boy himself lounged back in his chair with his eyes half-open, staring lamely at the clock ticking slowly on the wall.

Tick, tick, tick…

His brow twitched as he heard the sound clearly over his teacher's droning voice.

Tick, tick, tick…

Ok, now it was really starting to get annoying…

Tick…tick…tick…

“JUST RING ALREADY!”

Eyes stared at him from all over the room; some laughing, other's irritated, and some fearful of the black-haired boy. The teacher, flushed with anger at his most troubling student's attitude, opened his mouth to scold the disrespectful boy, when he was interrupted as the bell that marked the beginning of Spring Break tore through the school.

Most of the students raced from the schoolyard as they thought of all the things they were going to do during their two weeks of freedom—the only thing to slightly dampen their spirits being the ensuing rain.

Yusuke stretched his arms out above him as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, sauntering away from the school. He sighed deeply at the soft sound that the raindrops made as they hit the sidewalk—his feet copying the pattern. He felt strangely relaxed, and burrowed inside himself as he found his center, comforting, and giving him the chance to concentrate—one of his rare occurrences.

His eyes snapped open fully as a small flicker of demonic energy caught his senses. And though it was brief in it's sending, Yusuke had tasted it, and was unconsciously beginning to track where it had come from. He matched it up with his two demon companions, but found that it wasn't dark and skulking like Hiei's, or peaceful, yet sly feeling as Kurama's…

“There's an obvious mission,” he muttered darkly, turning his intended path towards where his instincts had told him the energy had come from.

“Yusuke!”

He stopped in mid-step as his blood froze in his veins. Slowly craning his neck around, Yusuke felt a shiver course his spine as his brown eyes met a pair of similar russet orbs—filled with fury.

“Yusuke!! I know that you did not forget about our date!” a young woman scolded.

 

Yusuke flinched as she raised her hand threateningly in the air.

“B-but…Keiko…it's raining!” he protested pitifully.

“Don't think that that's going to get you out of our date!” With a growl of defiance, she snatched up his green shirt collar in her fist, and began to drag the boy off. He looked longingly back towards where the demonic flicker had come from, and sighed in defeat. You're lucky this time…he thought to himself grimly.