Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Twenty ( Chapter 20 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 385 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 385 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: My late update is inexcusable. I was being a big lazy bum.. Well, I also went camping last week, but never mind that.
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Shiori sat quietly on the small chair with her husband and step son in a large and empty room. The sound of blue and green ogres rushing past the outside of the door echoed through the room as the family sat in dead silence. The woman shook violently and kept her eyes on her lap, which was now transparent, as well as the rest of her.
It seemed like yesterday when they found themselves floating over their burning home, seeing the crowd of people and fire trucks trying to douse the fire. The strange people left just as those creatures took off down the street. Shiori knew right then that her family was dead, but what happened to her darling son?
He never came home when they were attacked, and this worry was the only thing that plagued the woman as she felt tears once again form in her eyes. Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a small smile.
“Don’t worry, Shiori. I’m sure Shuuichi is safe.” Just then, the doors opened and a young women in a black kimono stepped in.
“Come,” she ordered softly as the three stood up and walked into the bright halls and followed her through the busy crowd. Orange ogres, purple ogres, green and blue and with stacks upon stacks of papers in their hands, rushed past them. Was this what heaven really is? Paper work after paper work?
“This must be hell,” Shuichi said to his father, “a thousand years in an office doing paper work.” Shiori let out a small giggle and hugged her second son. The girl stopped in front of large wooden doors and knocked twice, waiting. They opened and she beckoned them inside.
Inside the room there was a large desk with stacks of paper with a large red chair behind it. A television screen was across the desk and within the chair behind the desk was a little boy, a baby almost. He nodded towards the girl and she left.
“I never thought I’d get to actually meet you, Shiori, so soon. You still had plenty of time to live, as well as you two.” He picked up a remote and switched on the screen to show pictures of Kazuyu, Shiori and Shuuichi.
“Now, before I send you all away, I believe you should know something. I would leave it to your son to explain, but he is a bit tied up and too weak to make a journey to spirit world.”
“I am Koenma, the son of Enma. You were killed by a group of wizards who were after your son.” Shiori sobbed quietly and buried her face in her husbands chest. Why would they want her son? What would they do to him?
“ I believe it is time you know who your son is…” The toddler pressed another button on the remote and a picture of Shuichi came up along with a picture of the silver thing that was in their house.
“Shuichi Minamino, AKA Youko Kurama. About 17 years ago, Youko Kurama was killed by my fathers men, and retreated to the human world and found his way to you. He possessed your unborn son and just two years ago, he joined Yusuke Urameshi along with Kazuma Kuwabara and Hiei as detectives to protect the human world from other demons.”
“Youko Kurama is one of the most feared demons of his time. He is as cold hearted and ruthless as they come, and a pretty well known thief. For 1500 years he plundered all three worlds for treasures.” He turned off the screen and faced the family. Their faces were pale and tears were pouring from the mother’s eyes.
“He is no longer evil. I believe, as Yusuke told me, you changed him. Two years ago, he stole a very valuable artifact to save you from your illness. It would have taken his life is Yusuke hadn’t done what he did and saved both of your lives.”
Shiori was quiet and the tears stopped falling. The silver haired man was really her Shuichi? And she thought he was a monster! Guilt began to form in the pit of her gut. She completely lost it and called her son a monster.
“S-so he is really a d-demon? Why wouldn’t he tell me?” Koenma shrugged and took out a few sheets of paper and examined them.
“He didn’t want you to know. He thought you’d be happier not knowing he was once a cold-blooded monster.” Shiori bowed her head in shame and sobbed once again This explained so much to Shiori. Why he always looked like he was hiding something, why his eyes locked up everything from her. Why he had never been sick, not even once, and why he never cried as a baby. It was because he was a demon. The thought scared her, but not as much as she was before her death.
“I’m so sorry.” Her shaking knees gave out and she sat on the ground crying.
“I’m so sorry, Shuichi. I thought they were lying. I thought they were trying to confuse us. You were my son and I… I called you such harsh names!” Kazuyu hugged her tightly and Shuuichi rested his head on her shoulder.
“It’s okay, mom. We all thought he was in league with them.” Koenma looked down at them sympathetically and sighed. Why was he stuck doing this?
“Now, I believe it is time.” He stamped the papers and got out of his chair and handed them to Kazuyu.
“I’m so sorry about this. I truly am.” The wall behind them opened up, the white light blinded them for a moment.
‘I’m sorry, bro. I couldn’t see it when I could have.’ Shuuichi turned to the toddler prince.
“Could it be possible, if he is allowed, if Shu could visit us,” he asked him. Koenma nodded and smiled.
“Of course.”
“Where is he anyway,” Kazuyu asked rocking his wife in his arms, trying to stop her crying.
“Some place safe, I’m sure.”
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Kurama sat quietly in the middle of the empty bathroom, his eye lids drooping over his emerald eyes and his shoulders slouching. He looked out the musty, opaque window and sighed heavily. The three wizards had left for classes and the ghost girl had disappeared into a toilet bowl, crying about some nonsense.
The creaking of the heavy door opening caught his attention and he turned his head quickly. His eyes widened and he stood up as fast as he could. He winced and placed a hand over his stomach where a new blood stain took form.
“You..!”
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Sorry Shiori! I don’t want you to go on a guilt trip, but you have to! Anyway, how was that? I hope you guys aren’t too mad at me. I’ll seriously try to get the next chapter up before I go to Wildwood next week.
Peace out, and review!
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Shiori sat quietly on the small chair with her husband and step son in a large and empty room. The sound of blue and green ogres rushing past the outside of the door echoed through the room as the family sat in dead silence. The woman shook violently and kept her eyes on her lap, which was now transparent, as well as the rest of her.
It seemed like yesterday when they found themselves floating over their burning home, seeing the crowd of people and fire trucks trying to douse the fire. The strange people left just as those creatures took off down the street. Shiori knew right then that her family was dead, but what happened to her darling son?
He never came home when they were attacked, and this worry was the only thing that plagued the woman as she felt tears once again form in her eyes. Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a small smile.
“Don’t worry, Shiori. I’m sure Shuuichi is safe.” Just then, the doors opened and a young women in a black kimono stepped in.
“Come,” she ordered softly as the three stood up and walked into the bright halls and followed her through the busy crowd. Orange ogres, purple ogres, green and blue and with stacks upon stacks of papers in their hands, rushed past them. Was this what heaven really is? Paper work after paper work?
“This must be hell,” Shuichi said to his father, “a thousand years in an office doing paper work.” Shiori let out a small giggle and hugged her second son. The girl stopped in front of large wooden doors and knocked twice, waiting. They opened and she beckoned them inside.
Inside the room there was a large desk with stacks of paper with a large red chair behind it. A television screen was across the desk and within the chair behind the desk was a little boy, a baby almost. He nodded towards the girl and she left.
“I never thought I’d get to actually meet you, Shiori, so soon. You still had plenty of time to live, as well as you two.” He picked up a remote and switched on the screen to show pictures of Kazuyu, Shiori and Shuuichi.
“Now, before I send you all away, I believe you should know something. I would leave it to your son to explain, but he is a bit tied up and too weak to make a journey to spirit world.”
“I am Koenma, the son of Enma. You were killed by a group of wizards who were after your son.” Shiori sobbed quietly and buried her face in her husbands chest. Why would they want her son? What would they do to him?
“ I believe it is time you know who your son is…” The toddler pressed another button on the remote and a picture of Shuichi came up along with a picture of the silver thing that was in their house.
“Shuichi Minamino, AKA Youko Kurama. About 17 years ago, Youko Kurama was killed by my fathers men, and retreated to the human world and found his way to you. He possessed your unborn son and just two years ago, he joined Yusuke Urameshi along with Kazuma Kuwabara and Hiei as detectives to protect the human world from other demons.”
“Youko Kurama is one of the most feared demons of his time. He is as cold hearted and ruthless as they come, and a pretty well known thief. For 1500 years he plundered all three worlds for treasures.” He turned off the screen and faced the family. Their faces were pale and tears were pouring from the mother’s eyes.
“He is no longer evil. I believe, as Yusuke told me, you changed him. Two years ago, he stole a very valuable artifact to save you from your illness. It would have taken his life is Yusuke hadn’t done what he did and saved both of your lives.”
Shiori was quiet and the tears stopped falling. The silver haired man was really her Shuichi? And she thought he was a monster! Guilt began to form in the pit of her gut. She completely lost it and called her son a monster.
“S-so he is really a d-demon? Why wouldn’t he tell me?” Koenma shrugged and took out a few sheets of paper and examined them.
“He didn’t want you to know. He thought you’d be happier not knowing he was once a cold-blooded monster.” Shiori bowed her head in shame and sobbed once again This explained so much to Shiori. Why he always looked like he was hiding something, why his eyes locked up everything from her. Why he had never been sick, not even once, and why he never cried as a baby. It was because he was a demon. The thought scared her, but not as much as she was before her death.
“I’m so sorry.” Her shaking knees gave out and she sat on the ground crying.
“I’m so sorry, Shuichi. I thought they were lying. I thought they were trying to confuse us. You were my son and I… I called you such harsh names!” Kazuyu hugged her tightly and Shuuichi rested his head on her shoulder.
“It’s okay, mom. We all thought he was in league with them.” Koenma looked down at them sympathetically and sighed. Why was he stuck doing this?
“Now, I believe it is time.” He stamped the papers and got out of his chair and handed them to Kazuyu.
“I’m so sorry about this. I truly am.” The wall behind them opened up, the white light blinded them for a moment.
‘I’m sorry, bro. I couldn’t see it when I could have.’ Shuuichi turned to the toddler prince.
“Could it be possible, if he is allowed, if Shu could visit us,” he asked him. Koenma nodded and smiled.
“Of course.”
“Where is he anyway,” Kazuyu asked rocking his wife in his arms, trying to stop her crying.
“Some place safe, I’m sure.”
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Kurama sat quietly in the middle of the empty bathroom, his eye lids drooping over his emerald eyes and his shoulders slouching. He looked out the musty, opaque window and sighed heavily. The three wizards had left for classes and the ghost girl had disappeared into a toilet bowl, crying about some nonsense.
The creaking of the heavy door opening caught his attention and he turned his head quickly. His eyes widened and he stood up as fast as he could. He winced and placed a hand over his stomach where a new blood stain took form.
“You..!”
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Sorry Shiori! I don’t want you to go on a guilt trip, but you have to! Anyway, how was that? I hope you guys aren’t too mad at me. I’ll seriously try to get the next chapter up before I go to Wildwood next week.
Peace out, and review!