Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Judou Kaishi ❯ tsukimono higi (the devil's sanctum) ( Chapter 2 )

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

 

Translations: Judou Kaishi - Passive Death, Tomesode - a formal, usually black, kimono with designs along the bottom of the skirt worn by women on ceremonial occasions.

 

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.

 

Previously on Judou Kaishi

 

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.”

 

 

Judou Kaishi

Chapter#2 tsukimono higi

(The devil's sanctum)

 

 

“You'll surely amuse me as you slowly stumble into deaths wake, then again I get the impression you've already done that, ne?” His choice of tone was taunting, leaving Yusuke clenching his fist tightly. His knuckles changing to a ghostly white as the blood flow was blocked from circulation.

“You sure like talking, well you better pray that we don't find your sorry ass. Cause then I'll send you to hell!” Raising his nostril in aggravation, kicking the dirt up beneath his worn tennis shoes.

 

“All right, that is . . . if you can locate my whereabouts, I'll be waiting detective.” As soon as it had appeared, the satanic voice had left, leaving the winds whistle to break the chilling silence. The team mates stared blankly at the sadistic scenery in doubt, could they really find him? Could they even escape this hell?

 

“Guys. . .what now?” Kuwabara's pleading call, awakened the others from the dormant thoughts playing in their minds. “I'm really! Really freaked now!” Shuddering his wide muscular shoulders, as he pressed closer to his best friend.

 

“There's nothing left to do, other than find this bastard. So suck it up Kuwabara,” Urameshi's chocolate eyes darkened in contrast of repressed anger and the coal steamed sky. Thrashing passed the others, Yusuke continued down the unforeseen pathway along the ruined streets. Littered with broken lumber and such,

 

The stroll was naturally quiet, the three demons having their own private contemplations about their new struggle here, in this treacherous place. However for the other member of the reikai tentei, the silence wasn't so comforting. Making him all the more aware of the presence of immorality teasing all around them,

 

“Koenma said there was a massacre . . . right?”

 

“Yes, that was what supposedly happened.” Kurama answered quickly, darting his eyes from structure to structure.

 

“Then . . . where are all the bodies?” A chilling realization traced down their spines, that something so obvious had gone unnoticed. “Shouldn't there be piles of corpses?” Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei all remained mute. Refraining from any speaking, then recommencing their route.

 

Damn it, why are they being so quiet!? Ugh! Its making me even more creeped out! Jeez!

 

“Help me . . .”

 

All eyes were on the broken screen door on a porch, an agonizing gasp had came from behind the slider. Looking closer, the boys notice a faint glow emitting from that room. The sheet used as the screen bathed in amber, “Hello?” The raven haired male called,

 

“It . . . hurts . . .please!” the plead became frightening urgent, making the carrot top antsy.

 

“Guys! We need to help!” Glaring at the others as they shook their heads, “GUYS!”

 

“You imbecile, its likely to be a trap.” Scoffing in disgust as Hiei shifted his back to face the angry red head, as he grumbled in distraught. Ignoring the soothing hand on his shoulder,

 

“Hiei is probably right, it may be a dangerous chance.” Meeting with a pair of emerald eyes,

 

“I don't care!” Shoving away at the kitsune's grasp, rushing off in the direction of the call. “Hold on! I'm coming!” Smashing away at the piled pillars of wood,

 

“Kuwabara!” Yusuke frantically chased after him as he vanished into the darkness of the abandoned house, the pale moonlight cascading down on where their companion had once stood only seconds ago. The debris from the dirt thickly lingering in the atmosphere.

 

“Fool!”

 

As Yusuke dashed after the disappearing shadow of his dear friend, a surge of electricity jolted through his lean torso. Being shook violently as the electric pulse repeatedly sent waves of high voltage into his body, his pupils fading into lifeless white hues. After several seconds of torture the force tossed the brunette back onto the hard stone decorated path. “Kuwabara!” He cried in exhaustion, extending out his hand before the darkness captured his mind.

 

Inside the Yukuza household . . .

 

 

The merciless pounding of footfalls filled the narrow hallway as the orange-haired teen chased relentlessly in the direction of the painful cries. Not caring whether his eyes had adjusted to the damp iniquity of the house he had entered,

 

“Please! Oh-god it hurts so bad! Kyo-Kyo please find me before . . .” The distressed voice of a damsel faded away into the rhythmatic thumps of wood beneath Kuwabara as his bulky shoes lead him onwards. “I'm . . . I'M GONNA DIE!” A reaper shriek snapped him out of his focus, his persistent running stopping abruptly as his eyes hesitantly traveled to a secluded door, one he had nearly missed. A thick collection of saliva dipped its way down his dry esophagus.

 

“Hello!? Are you all right!?” Slowly walking closer to the door, receiving no signs of response his moist fingers grasped the handle and slowly creaked it open. “Hel-hello?” His voice more gentle,

 

Finding the lion heart burning within himself the courage came haste fully as he jostled the sliding door to the side, revealing the transparently dull settings. Exactly as clattered as the other surroundings, his feet guiding him to the center of the rectangular room. Gazing around carefully, searching for that desperate voice. That's when, his eyes locked to a bundled over body. Draped in a bleak tomesode,

 

“I-don't want to end like this, I don't want to . . . die.”

 

It was a young woman, he was sure of it. Had she not been aware of his presence? Or was it she was too deeply drunk in her inner anguish. Long sleek mahogany tresses lay loosely over her hunched over back, un able to make out her facial features seeing is how she kneeled down with her face buried in her kimono sleeves. “Miss? Is everything alright?” Kuwabara questioned in a concerned tone as he slowly paced closer,

 

“Kyo-is that you?” She remained hidden, but her calm response had eased his senses.

 

“No-I,” Before he come finish speaking the frail girl had crawled stealthily to his feet, clinging her hands protectively to her chest, as her tears trickled down her abnormally pale cheeks. Her eyes, oh he could not expresses how lovely they were. Almond shaped, with luminescent violet pupils. Subtle rosebud lips, darker shades than any he had seen.

 

“You're not-my Kyo . . . will you still . . . help me please!?” Slumping her knees as her etiolate strands of auburn bobbed, her delicate face feel to her lap. “Please kind sir,” her gasp between sobs had mesmerize Kuwabara,

 

“Of course, now lets get you got of here.” Extending a hand to help her to her feet, as a gentleman would naturally on these sorts of occasions.

 

Lifting her face, a grateful smile crossing small lips. Reaching up for his hand with glee that such a beautiful man could care about her so. (A/N: Enjoy that Kuwa-fans!? ^_^) grasping to his strong palm tightly as she was lifted to her sandaled feet.

 

An occult freeze filled the narrow passages of his mortal lungs, Kuwabara's eyes widened to the point of stinging. Unable to even wheeze a gulf of air into the sore organs, staggering back against the wall. Gasping for air as a iridescent light steeped his vision.

 

An older man, around his mid-fifties stood in his private parlor. Colorless gray colors topped his head, he had a long narrow facial structure. His aged eyes were pupil less, maybe he was blind? His jagged eye-brows contracted into a scowl. “Oh Miyako, this insolence still exists even in this present times.” His voice some what sorrowful,

 

In his palm rested a locket, once a brilliant golden. Now the brilliance had washed away with time, now resembling the lifeless color of sand. His eyes softened as a picture appeared from the inner chambers of the trinket, a black and white one. The ends slightly singed, a mere face was all that could be fit. But Nonetheless it was a face of a gorgeous angel, Dark bangs cascading down her forehead. Even darker eyes,

 

“Miyako my dear,” He mourned again.

 

Little to the elder's knowledge, to fragile hands appeared on the slider. Lightly colored eyes traveled to the older male, kneeling with his watering eyes hidden in his palms. A voice so sweet as nectar sounded “Grandpa?”

 

“Are you . . . alright sir?” A hesitant voice asked concernedly, as Kuwabara's eyes readjusted to the darkness. Shaking his head , unable to comprehend whether that had just been a dream or . . . “Have I done something wrong, yet again?” His eyes resting on the girl he had discovered minutes before.

 

“No! No not at all Ms. Um. . . what is your name?” His muscles contracting as he steadied himself back up into a sitting position.

 

“Mii,” Stroking his colorless cheek fondly. Bringing a warm smile to the carrot top's face, “What is yours kind sir?”

 

“Kuwa-I mean Kazuma Kuwabara.” Finding his mind else where as he spoke, still at awe at how beautiful this creature before him was. Bringing himself to stand as she did as well, “It's a pleasure to meet you Mii,” Forgetting the setting their were both lodged in,

 

Mii's lavender orbs brimmed brightly, “You as well.”

 

There was a short silence as the two offered curious glances back and forth to each other. Until Kuwa had remember where they were presently and the circumstances under what he had found her. “Um, not to sound nosy but. . . why were you crying before?”

 

“I . . .” Her eyes lowered to her feet, “I have to do something terrible, and I'll be killed for certain.” Her voice was a soft cry under the cold draft,

 

“Is that why you're here? Ya'know this place is dangerous, you shouldn't be here!” The brunette remained inaudible, “I'll protect you then, no harm will come to you Mii. Not when the great kuwabara is around!” His gelled bob bounced as he draped his arm protectively around her shoulder.

 

Lifting her chin to return a grateful gaze. “Thank you Kazuma,”

 

“Me and my friends are-Damn it!” Stomping his foot to the ground impatiently,

 

“What-what is it?”

 

“I lost them, to find you I ran off without them.”

 

“We can always search them out,” Mii responded optimistically.

 

“Yeah, but who knows where they are now.” Slumping,

 

A/N: There you have it ladies and gentleman, I have updated with 0 reviews. Hopefully people will read and review now, cause I have worked hard on description and I'd be happier camper if people actually read. So anyway the wheels of fate are already in motion, its too late to change what is to come for the reikai tentei. Is this girl a curse or a savior for Kuwa? And is Yusuke dead?! Find out next time on Judou Kaishi