Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Past ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

 

Kuwabara ran through the streets, hoping to find shelter from the unscheduled downpour that was soaking Tokyo and himself. Only worrying about how his once perfectly styled, Elvis-type hair was beginning to come unraveled from it's place under a thick layer of gel, he wasn't paying must attention when he rounded a corner to an alleyway. Tripping over something or someone, the natural response that was “kindly” beaten into him when he was younger by his older sister, he turned to see if he had hurt anyone or broke anything.

 

Seeing a small, child-like figure kneeling down sent him on a wave of apologies and asking if he was all right, or would have, if the kid didn't look so familiar. It was times like these that Kuwabara wished that there were streetlights in the alleyways and not just those little 40-watt bulbs every once and a while, that seem to cast more shadows than light.

 

“Hey, Shrimp? Is that you?” Even as those words left his mouth, he knew that the kid, now standing, in front of him was not Hiei.

 

For one Kuwabara noted, the kid was defiantly smaller than Hiei and that was saying a lot. Another manager difference that Kuwabara picked up on was his eyes. They weren't the blood-lustful crimson that Hiei's was but they were an innocent deep crimson, nearly violet. The boy's hair was ebony black, spiked straight up though, it looked to Kuwabara as though someone had ran a hair brush along both sides of the kid's head, pushing a lot of the hair back and then up.

 

“Hey, you're not Hiei!” Before those words even left Kuwabara's mouth, the kid was gone; the only thing to tell of his passing was an unnatural breeze.

 

Looking this way and that, in the unnatural, 40-watt light, for any signs for where he might have gone, but Kuwabara saw nor felt anything unusual. However, Kuwabara did get the sense of being watched when he decided that he had had enough looking around and being soaked and started for his intended destination once more, Genkia's Temple.

 

Running towards the hidden turnoff of the modernized forest, the feeling of being watched vanished, along with the small sense of being followed.

 

Turning around, Kuwabara squinted his eyes as he tried to make out anyone or anything in the dim light of the crescent moon that was able to break through a thin patch of rain clouds. Seeing nothing, he shrugged and continued on his way at a light jog, thankful that the rain had lightened a bit.

 

Finally, after five minutes of climbing up the slippery stairs - and slipping down them a few times - he had made! Before Kuwabara stood an old looking Shinto Temple, power radiate off the building and even the ground around it in waves, calming everyone and everything who could sense it. One could tell this by looking at the plants that surrounded the Temple, they gave off a unusual healthy glow.

 

Instinctively, Kuwabara allowed him self absorb that power, letting it rejuvenating his own spirit energy as he made his way to the door. Knocking once, he then ran one of his large hands through his orange mess that was on top of his head, in a futile attempt to fix it or at least make himself look descent. He stopped with a sigh and brought his hand down as he heard the door being opened.

 

Red tinted his face as he heard the unmistakable giggling of his beloved, Yukina.

 

“It ain't that funny…” Kuwabara muttered, as he stepped past her and out of the rain. Usually he'd give anything to hear his beloved laugh, as long as it wasn't at him. “Ah, you think you could get me a towel or something, please? I'm kinda wet… so yeah.” He looked down at him self; wet would not be doing him justice, he was drenched.

 

“Of course, Kazuma. Wait, there, I'll be right back.” Yukina turned, and swiftly left a shivering Kuwabara standing in the door.

 

The teal hair ice maiden return within the minute, carrying two big towels. Offering them to Kuwabara, she waited, patiently as he towel dried his hair, then he took the second one and dabbed off all the excess water that were on his clothing.

 

Saying a “thank you” to Yukina, he returned only one of the towels as he kept the second draped over his shoulders.

 

“You should go change into some dry clothing. I do believe you left some of your training sweets and shirts here; I washed them.” She bowed. “Oh!” Giggling she bonked herself on the head. “Before I forget, Yusuke's here, as well as Kurama and Hiei. They all got stranded out in the storm as well.” Giving Kuwabara a small smile, she off down one of the three halls.

 

Sighing to himself he turned and started down one of the hallways that would take him to his bedroom as he thought back to that kid in the alley. He thought it was strange how he had just “disappear” like that. He would just have to ask one of the guys, when he found them that is.

 

He knew more than likely Yusuke would be with Genkia in the training room, in the kitchen, or in his room sleeping the day away. Kurama on the other hand could possible be in the library, in the study, his room, or even outside; either along the back walkway area where was shelter from the rain or in out in it. He wasn't even going to try and think about where Hiei would be at. That would be a headache in itself.

 

Without realizing it, Kuwabara had made it into his room and was already changing out of his blue jeans and white button up shirt. Laid out on his bed, which he going to assume he got out, his light gray sweets and a muscle shirt. Throwing them on his was off, searching for someone who could answer his questions.

 

 

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Frozen out!