Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Homeward ❯ Wind May Blow ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. In no way to I lay claim to the characters or plot from this anime. However all original characters are of my own creation and are not to be copied without my permission.

 

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“Speech” `thoughts' /telepathy/

 

Flashbacks ***dreams*** Narration

 

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Rating: R for language, light gore, and some situations, which are inappropriate for children.

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Homeward

 

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Summary: “Not going home is already like death.” - E. Catherine Tobler

The path to war is winding. The path to victory is long. They carry you far from home. Yet the ReikaiTantei must face the roads' winding if they are to save the three worlds from civil war and collapse. Rising tides draw lines across the Makai, awakening rifts between clans. The human world turns to their weapons. Spirit World faces King Enma's wrath. Peace is far off and gone yet tangible even as the end draws ever nearer.

 

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Chapter 1: Wind may Blow

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“When the sun sets, what do you see?”

An African plain leapt into view from darkness. The sun blazed along the ground, turning red as it slowly began its descent for the night. Grasses waved in the wind, life apparent everywhere one turned. Animals of every shape and color faded in the deepening red light.

“When the stars blaze, what do you see?”

Ice covered land stretched in every direction, submerged in the deepest of nights. Stars, countless pinpricks of light danced overhead. Comets danced across the sky, streaks of light appearing and flickering out of life.

“When the wind sings to you, what do you hear?”

Mountains rose to the sky, winds tearing along their sides. It howled, drowning out all sounds, even thought. Barren land stretched, patches of snow throwing dark stone in sharp contrast.

“I see life. I see endless beauty. I see your world. My own is gone…faded from memory. Yet I am still here. I watch and wait, wishing to see my home, my people. I wish to return.”

Flames licked along the edge of sight, the mountains crumbling. The darkness of night, star-studded peace, burst into light as red flames tore across the land. The sunset flickered and died, throwing all into darkness as flames raced to destroy all life.

“Yet I cannot leave. Your world...for all its beauty. For all its life. Will die. But yours isn't the only one in danger.”

The Makai came into view. Red skies, jagged mountains, choked forests, and black rivers stretched as far as any one mortal could see. Suddenly cracks began to form, the land tearing apart. The ground groaned, crying out as it was torn asunder.

Spirit World's Palace and River stood still. Then wind roared, buffeting the structure. The Palace shook then fell, shattering and falling. The river twisted in on itself, the water rushing out of its banks.

“All shall fade from memory. All shall die. But you…you can hear me. You must stop this. You must prevent this destruction. Gather them. Stop this. Or your world shall fade. Your salvation is my own, my return to home.”

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Kuwabara jolted awake. Sweat streaming down his face and neck. He sat bolt upright in his bed, starring around his room. “Wha-?” He blinked, running a hand through his orange hair. Blue flannel pajamas pulled at his arm, and he quickly unbuttoned the garment and tossed it aside, welcoming the cool air on his chest. “What was that?”

He shook his head; blinking and brining back memories of how the land had looked...The stars above the arctic…the sunset on the Serengeti…The beauty had touched his soul. “But what was that voice talking about...that was so weird…”

Kazuma Kuwabara was a sensitive. Spirits had reached out to him for ages, wanting to make their presence known. Wanting to solve what kept their spirit from resting. Was this the case this time? The `spirit' had seemed female, but sounded so tired…

“Never had one warn me the world was coming to an end…I need to talk to someone about it...this is weird…” He clambered out of bed, standing and reaching for a phone before he truly knew what he was doing…who was he going to call? “Yusuke…no. He'd laugh at me…Botan? No…she doesn't have a phone…Genkai? No…She'd beat me for waking her up…” He glanced quickly at the clock. 2:34…”Kurama…Yeah. He'll know what to do.” Without a further thought he dialed.

 

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An hour later…3:35…AM.

 

Kurama stood in the dark. He shrugged into his brown jacket, tucking his hands in pockets as an afterthought against the fall chill. Shaking his head once to clear it. Sleep still permeated his mind, sluggish thoughts surfacing in his mind. Kuwabara had sworn fervently it was important. As much as the Youko had hated crawling out of his warm bed to end up standing in the middle of the park's wooded area in the middle of the night, something in the teens' voice had stirred him. Kuwabara was genuinely concerned. The red head sighed. “All right…Go through the dream again Kuwabara, try to keep strictly to details.”

Kuwabara took a deep breath; wearing only a t-shirt and jeans by all appearances he looked chilled. “Well, it was a woman talking to me. She seemed really sad…or maybe just tired. But anyway she kept asking me what I thought about how the world looked. First there was Africa and this field where lions, zebras, and these deer things were living. But the sun was setting and it was beautiful. Like the most beautiful thing I saw. Then there was the North pole of maybe the South Pole…” At this the teen seemed confused. Trying to recall exactly. There were stars above him so it was North Pole...right? He blinked, dark eyes landing on Kurama's face. The other redhead didn't seem to care. “Oh, but anyway. She showed me these stars. There were millions of them and they were moving above me and shining on the ocean. Then it changed all the sudden...these mountains-”

Kurama sighed. “Kuwabara this sounds like a geography lesson. Perhaps you're dreaming of school-” He was getting impatient. Getting drug out of bed at odd hours wasn't his forte. Normally a patient person, in fact he was generally the epitome of patience. However the thought that Kuwabara had perhaps been dreaming up an old geography lesson was enough to drive anyone crazy.

“No. Look you don't understand. She was asking me what I thought of them because they're about to be blown up. She said something about the end of the world coming but it's not just the human world. She showed me demon world getting torn to shreds- chunks of dirt flying everywhere. And Spirit world is going to get torn apart too… `Cept is gets knocked over by the wind which is just weird…”

Emerald eyes blinked. Fire. Earth. Wind. The three aggressive elements…”Did she say when this would happen?”

Kuwabara looked immensely pleased Kurama seemed to suddenly take him seriously. “No. But she said I could hear her. I could `gather them' and save everyone.”

Kurama stood, in the cold, at 3 something AM, in the park and seriously considered what Kuwabara was babbling about. The teen was a sensitive. More so than most demons. If a wanton spirit did know something of what was about to happen…perhaps…”We need to talk to Genkai first. Perhaps she can help us get more information. She could perhaps even aid us in finding this `woman' again.” He looked thoughtful. The three aggressive elements destroying the three worlds…perhaps it was a metaphor…in either case…he looked at Kuwabara. “Nothing can be done tonight. Go home and we can get everyone together and to Genkai's first thing in the morning.”

“You believe me?”

“Yes. Something strikes me as odd…but if you have any more dreams, try your best to get this Spirit's name, and when she thinks all of this is supposed to come about.”

Kuwabara nodded. “Got it. Thanks Kurama.”

Both boys departed, heading towards their respective homes.

 

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Ko-Enma stirred in his sleep, reaching out with his hands for sweets the danced through his slumbering thoughts. The prince's room was dark, save for the open window. A full bed rested near this window, at the foot of which was a cradle. Ko-Enma, though known to sleep in the full bed, had settled for the cradle on this particular occasion. The toddler form causing the white cradle to rock slowly, soothingly.

White curtains danced in a light breeze. The air turning chilly at first, and then quickly shifting to a humid and stifling weight. Ko-Enma stirred, his pacifier shifting. One brown eye opened, looking towards the window. A dark night sky, typical of the Spirit World, shown through the opening. “George…close the window. It's hot…”

Nothing…

“Damn it, ogre! Close the window!” The prince-ling rolled over in his crib, sulking at the lack of attention.

Still nothing…

“George!” He sat up quickly, anger plastered across his face. His room was empty. George's corner was bare. He chewed his binki and then huffed, climbing out of his crib. Once he was standing on the floor he changed forms, the teenager quickly strolling to the window. He reached up to close it, grasping the sill.

The wind roared into life, throwing Ko-Enma back from the window and against the larger bed. He scrambled to stand, blinking back tears at the sudden impact.

Darkness enveloped a figure, now perched on his windowsill. White cloth wrapped over all skin, allow slits for the eyes… dark eyes…no light reflected in their depths.

Ko-Enma swallowed, stilling his movements. Sweat trickled down his back. What was going on? What demon would dare attack him? “Who-?”

Wind howled through out the chamber, the windowpanes shattering, and the bed crashing into the wall opposite.

 

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Not bad for a starting chapter, ne? ^_^ there will be OC characters present but I'm desperately trying to keep the story focused on the boys. Review?!??!?