Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Judou Kaishi ❯ akan katsuro (no escape) ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Here's a weird, yet tragic idea I have for a YYH story. Its very diverse than my others before, but that's what makes me excited to get this started. So I hope you'll all like it,

 

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or its characters

 

Translation: Judou Kaishi - Passive Death

 

Summery: When friendships and loyalties are put to the test, the gang is sent to a small town in makai called Shishiruirui. Malignant aura drawing them near, little do they know this village has a malicious mind of its own. The dire need of survival bares its fangs, when only one shall make it back alive.

 

 

Judou Kaishi

Chapter#1 akan katsuro

(no escape)

 

 

It was clouded in dark ash, the sky impaled with a chilling sensation. Only to those who were spiritually aware of these phenomenon. This village was off, things shouldn't exist that bare this sort of torment. That's why they were here -partially-. Koenma knew, he had the suspicion that this place radiated such threatening bitterness.

 

From the looks of it, the appearance was just as creepy as the aura. Barren rows of cloned houses, pattering the village's expansion. The construction being brittle and falling apart, the chimneys' bricks scattered around the rooftops. Large untamed vines entangling themselves around the broken frame work,

 

A dull white plastered on the wood work that lay in ruins, the windows decorated with moss and debris. The frame of the glass resembling large narrow eyes, peering down upon them. Giving the carrottop unearthly shudders, “Urameshi. . .this is the place, huh?” A very unnecessary question, his voice trembling as he thought it over.

 

“Guess so,” Clearly unfazed by his surroundings. “It ain't like its your average, everyday town.” Chuckling at his own comment, trying to subconsciously lighten the mood.

 

Scoffing in annoyance, the fire demon took the spare time to observe the shady environments more thoroughly. His jagan fixating on the aura waves, carefully skimming for anything that may serve as the current threat. “Kurama, this aura.” The short jaganshi paused, unable to put into words what it was exactly he sensed.

 

“Yes, it seems be like a dark cloud hanging above, engrossing this whole town.” Narrowing his eyes more attentively, “I've never come across something like this . . . even in all my years as Yoko.” The genius of the group was stumped, sighing in aggravation. “ I don't have even the slightest idea how to handle this.”

 

“Well,” Yusuke quirked a reassuring grin. “That just makes it a challenge,”

 

“I dunno guys, this place . . . its just not right. Something is really wrong here,” Kuwabara shuddered again. His sensitive awareness flared, making him all the more nervous residing in this place.

 

“You're paranoid, and over dramatic Kuwabara. Its nothing the great Urameshi can't handle,” Boasting proudly as the two demons ventured ahead.

 

“Hey! Kurama, Hiei! Where the hell are you guys running off to?” The orange-haired fifteen-year-old panicked, stumbling after them as they pushed ahead. Ignoring his call, continuing to investigate the dreary scenery.

 

“Stop with your incompetence” Hiei hissed angrily, as the larger man paced behind them. His jagan emitting a purplish glow, as he turned on his heel in the direction in which a emancipation in spirit the waves vibrated.

 

“Feel that?”

 

“Yeah.” His kitsune partner nodded in response,

 

“Huh?” Oblivious to what the two were rambling about, as he trotted over behind. Looking back over to where Yusuke was positioned, hunched over in the piss stained grass. “Urameshi!” Raising his fists in protest as his counterpart turned with a wide relieved grin,

 

“What?” Laughing at his own crudeness as he tattered over to Kuwabara, “Handshake?” Squeezing his friend hand tightly with his previously used one. As the other jerked away in disgust, the spirit detective still laughing hysterically.

 

“EW!” Shrieking as he swung his had around as if it were plagued with diseases, smearing the residue off on a smooth piece of wreckage beside a torn apart well. “Damn it! That's just sick!”

 

“If you have to go, then you have to go.” The boy with the slicked back hair tilted his head to the side, his pearly grin never wavering.

 

“YEAH! But that doesn't mean you use me as a piece of toilet paper!” Turning his wide back to his friend, grumbling obscenities.

 

“Yusuke.” A poised voice called, gazing to his left the calm and collected fox youkai waved him over exceedingly. “I believe we have a plan, if you will.” His sensual emerald orbs shimmering in a solemn luster.

 

“All right, let's hear it.”

 

“Koenma had informed us of an ominous aura coming from the centra villa here. So, if we just continue down the path and take the obstacles as they come...we can locate the aura and configure whether or not it poses any real threat.”

 

“How high are the chances of complications arising?” The leader questioned trying to interoperate whether or not he should saver all his spirit energy along the way, in case the aura is being gave off from a high class demon.

 

“High,” Frowning with all these complications. “This is foreign territory, I have not clue to what kinds of spirits inhabited this town.” The usually velvet smoothness of the kitsune's voice rapturing to a fatigued tone.

 

“Shishiruirui is notorious for being the rarest of civilizations in makai consisting of only humans. However, being as it is, it also became targeted by all classes of local demons. Becoming the main food supply for the neighboring clans. But the humans there had a source of protection . . . ikijigoku kurome, or Hell's black eyes.”

 

“The myth that a pit, or an entryway to hell itself existed. But that's only a superstition, but in some recovered folklore it stated that once every 10 years there is a virgin sacrifice. The oldest daughter from the Yuzuka bloodline, however that proved problematic one year . . . 50 years ago, the virgin maiden Mitsu Yakuza was prepared and thrown into the dark abyss, on schedule. But this time during the aftermath festival to celebrate a successful ritual the ikijigoku rejected the body of Mitsu, the fiery vengeance burning in the hoards removed the barriers from the village.”

 

“The clans of demons took notice and struck full force on the unsuspecting villagers as they danced in joy. That night as the onslaught erupted in a spiral of bloodshed, from that point on . . . we have no record of what happened that day.”

 

Koenma shifted unpleasantly in his throne. “I understand the jeopardy of this mission but . . . as you know, something as harmful as this cannot be allowed to linger. There may be a day when its confines breaks and destroy all three worlds. Ghosts with tormented souls are powerful, their bitterness and spite enough to rip your life away alone. The chaos could extinct all life, it must be erased as soon as possible.”

 

“Koenma! How do you expect us to kill a village full of pissed off ghosts!? They're already `dead'!” Yusuke Urameshi shouted, hating the fact that his boss assuming they were invincible and that he could ship them off to such an impossible task.

 

“I know, I know but the aura is of no spirit. It belongs to a formidable demon, so I believe if you defeat this demon. . . which is likely to be the guardian of the curse, the seal on the village will dissipate and will cease to exist.”

 

“Its just a mere hunch.” Replied the fire youkai, as he stood. “Risk our lives on your pathetic resources!” Removing his katana in a slick fluid motion. “That's asinine!”

 

Kurama sat with his elbows raised up on his knees, face in hands. “Hiei is correct, I doubt a hunch will serve us very well. Without valid facts the probabilities of more problems arising are high,”

 

“I'm not liking the sounds of this guys.” Kuwabara's eyes widening in extending anxiousness. Looking to Yusuke for judgement, who was buried in his own anxiety.

 

“What other choice do we have? Jack squat, so there's nothing else to do . . . then go check it out and do our best.” Giving them his almost revolutionizing seriousness, making his partners stare in awe.

 

“Yusuke,” Koenma gave him thankful nod.

 

Hiei vanished to a secluded corner near the window to grumble, as Kuwabara and Kurama sighed in contempt. Waiting for the meeting's dismissal,

 

“Before this is adjured I have something that may help in the completion of this mission.” waiting for Yusuke's nod of comprehension, “The aura is the strongest in the center of Shishiruirui, so you'll have a better chance in survival if you just head straight for the centra.”

 

“Guys lets get moving, remember what Koenma told us.” Signaling for the rest of the group to follow, downward a dusty pathway lining the old fashion Japanese houses. Kuwabara at the tails shivering consistently, until *Slam*

 

A thunderous sounds drawing the attention of the reikai tentei, the large gate that had seemed immobile before they had ventured in had slammed shut, a lock clicked in the ears of both the fire and fox youkai. “Shit!” Yusuke stammered as they all chasing in the direction of the closed off entrance.

 

“Oh my god! We're trapped! We're gonna die!” A scream piercing the air,

 

“Shut up you idiot!” Hiei snarled as Kazuma grappled to his shoulder, swatting him away.

 

The three demon descendants thrashed their bodies against the lumber gate, pounding away at the thick board. “Here!” The hanyou argued, stomping back a few steps. Raising his hands into a `spirit gun' stance. The other positioned at a safe distance,

 

“Spirit-!”

 

That is useless you foolish child! Laughed a baritone echo, its tone was enough to make even the bravest of soul's knees twitter.

 

“What the hell! Ugh! Who the fuck are you!?” Yelled a rebellious Yusuke, after a brief moment of silence the ominous voice bellowed with insane menacing laughter. Only making the detective even more furious, If that bastard would show himself! I'd knock the breath out of him, lets see him laugh his ass off then! Imaging it in his mind.

 

My name? Ah. . . its been so long since I've whispered it . . . Akuma, and that gate, its sealed, you ignorant fools fell straight into my trap. Its just pathetic, a real warrior would now better. Hmm, but just so you don't waste your strength . . . Once the gate is closed, there is not leaving Shishiruirui. This village is a drift far from that time continuum that you came from. A fun little game, ne?

 

“You're humor sucks buddy! So what now? Do we have to hunt your ass down and give it a good boot to hell to get out of this place?!” A sadistic smirk arose on the hanyou's lips,

 

Well . . . It wouldn't hurt to try, but I highly doubt your weak skills would be enough to vanquish me. No one has ever prevailed against me, after all. I am no ordinary demon, I was forged in the darkest pits of hell itself. I am `evil' in its darkest forms, here . . . I rule, you're in my territory. I will watch you fall, then I'll take great pleasure in dragging your corpses back to my master.

 

“We'll see,” Yusuke's chuckles drafted the air. “I've heard lots of em' say that, and then after I got done with them. They weren't yappin' no more.”

 

A/N: I'm really just experimenting with ideas, this inspired by Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly. The whole creepy, inescapable village. And the whole ghosts and pit to hell thing, but I did change the ritual. Instead of twins being sacrificed, I made it a female virgin. And next chapter there will be an OC but she will not be romantically linked with anyone. Also, I'd like everyone who reads this to vote in their review whether I should continue or delete this fic.