Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Just Outside the Light ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Letta 
And so it ends.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.14.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
And so it ends.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.14.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
Notes: Well, since my notes here are really just an update on my life, I’ve decided to continue the tradition. I am overjoyed. I finally did an assignment right for College Writing! *cheers* When I get done with my happy dance, I’ll type the rest of this.
Disclaimer: I have a couple of the manga from YYH. Togashi really has a style all his own. He really has great backgrounds and frame break-ups (these are what I notice because I have the most trouble drawing these), and I guess he has pretty good character designs, too. The point is, he has more skill and talent than me when it comes to drawing (for now…..*wink*) and he created the series, not me.
Author: Letta
Rating: Probably R.
Warnings: Violence, slight OOC, shonen ai, possibly AU- it’s up to you, a loosely strung together ‘plot,’ a little goofy in some parts- redundancy or confusion
Pairings: Hiei/Kurama
“speaking”
/thoughts/
Title: Just Outside the Light
“So why did you just tell him how to fix it?” Yusuke asked Yukio.
“Because I don’t care.” As if that were explanation enough, he turned away from the spirit detective, and glanced down at the fight that seemed so far below them. If he was lucky, this would be the last day that Alika saw alive. As he looked back at the three humans before him, he saw that they had taken a cue from him and also looked down.
He really had no lingering business with them, so there was no point in fighting them, as far as he could see. However, he doubted they would just let him leave. For whatever reasons, people tended to get angry after you’ve attacked their friends. He figured he’d try it anyway.
“I’m leaving now,” Yukio announced, expecting any sort of attack.
“Hey wait, I’m not…” Yusuke began, but soon dodged a screaming ball of energy aimed at him. When he rolled to his feet to look at the demon that had stood before him, he saw nothing.
“A distraction,” Genkai said disinterestedly.
“Huh?”
“We would’ve noticed if he had just left. So, he must have decided the easiest way to get out of here was to attack and leave before it was over.”
“He didn’t have to start throwing around his energy at me.”
“You dodged, didn’t you? Besides, what kind of distraction would it be if you could easily block it?”
“So you mean, he never meant to hurt us?” Kuwabara asked.
“I doubt he cared, but he probably assumed Yusuke would dodge.”
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Hiei looked down at the bound creature before him. Anxiously, he fingered the links in his clenching hand. The kitsune before him merely acknowledged his presence by meeting his gaze. For a long while, the pair only stared at one another, silently daring the other to say something, to make the first move.
Before Kurama was aware of it, Hiei had dashed forward and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his silver head back to angle his wound up. The youko frowned in confusion, failing to arrive at any sort of answer as to what the fire youkai may be up to.
“What are you…” Kurama was cut off by a quick jerk on his hair. Slight fiery nips lanced across his scalp. He snarled and spat curses at the shorter demon, suddenly fighting hard to get free as Hiei lifted a necklace to his temple.
The youko screamed in pain as a burning sting lanced through his head. He didn’t even notice as the hand in his hair loosed considerably at his screech. The blistering sensation was one of the most exquisitely painful torments he could ever recall. It seemed like hours before the torturous agony subsided, and he was woozily trying to get his vision to focus.
Kurama felt his leaden eyelids begin to slide shut as his head fell forward, red locks dangling hazily before his eyes. Within moments, he was out like a light.
A few seconds later, a katana sliced through his binds.
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“Should we wait until they finish each other off?” Yusuke asked, still perched on the top step high above the brawling demons below.
“What’s the matter Urameshi, afraid of a couple of girls?” Kuwabara snickered.
“At least I’m not afraid of my sister!”
Down below them, the two demons had worn each other down, bruised and bloodied. Leiko panted heavily as she looked at her opponent. It had been a more difficult fight than she had expected. However, she wasn’t about to lose to the idiot before her.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Why?” Alika asked.
“You sent invaders into my territory.”
Alika blinked. It hadn’t been intentional. Yet, anything to have Youko Kurama taken care of was justified. It was the least the kitsune deserved.
“I had my reasons.”
“And so I have mine, now you die,” Leiko said, charging at her opponent, connecting with a right hook. Alika tumbled backwards finally coming to a stop in a crouched position before pushing off against the ground to rush forward. When she got in front of the white demoness, she jumped up into the air, twisting her body to drop behind her, fist already extended. Alika had barely touched the ground before throwing her fist on the already turning Leiko.
The cat demon flew backwards, eventually skidding to a halt on her back. She directed a glare at her opponent, kipping up to her feet to find herself on the defensive as Alika continued her assault.
The three up above watched with interest at the two bodies twisting around each other, occasionally landing a blow to the other.
Suddenly, a flash of black flitted before their vision before disappearing again.
“Hiei…?” Yusuke called out, but his attention was soon directed back to the fight below them as first one demoness fell, as if struck by an unseen force, and then the other. Blood immediately began flowing from what were surely fatal wounds.
In an instant, Hiei was standing beside them, sheathing his already cleaned sword.
“Why’d you kill both of them?” Yusuke asked.
“They both deserved to die.” Without another word, Hiei turned to walk back towards the temple. He was soon followed by the other three.
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Kurama moaned at the throbbing in his head as he cracked open his eyes. The light flowing into the room seemed to sear his retinas as he clamped his lids shut again; face scrunching up in pain, hand rising to his head.
He had caught the outlines of people crowded around him, but as to who they were, he couldn’t tell.
“C’mon Kurama, it can’t hurt that bad. I know you’re tougher than that,” Yusuke’s voice sounded, beating painfully on his eardrums with its volume.
“Yusuke… you have no idea.”
“You can easily walk away with gaping stomach wounds but you can’t handle a little headache?”
He answered with a groan.
“Well, I’ll be around if you need me,” Yusuke said, patting his shoulder before getting up and apparently pulling someone else with him, from the sounds of it. When he heard a squawk of protest from Kuwabara, he realized who it must’ve been.
The kitsune thought he was alone until a slight rustling of cloth and some quiet footsteps walked up to him.
He risked opening his eyes again to see who it was. He found himself looking up into jeweled rubies of color, shining with worry and hesitancy.
“Hiei…” he smiled weakly, reaching out for the fire youkai.
“Are you… all right?”
As if to demonstrate, Kurama pushed himself up onto his elbows, seeing for the first time that he was in Genkai’s temple still.
“Yes, I’ll be fine. Thank you.”
“What do you… remember?”
“Remember?” Kurama asked, eyebrows pulling downwards in confusion.
“About when you were tied up?”
“Oh,” Kurama said, understanding dawning on his face as memories flooded back to him. Yes, he recalled Hiei professing feelings for him, and the taste of the youkai’s skin as he had sought to gain his freedom.
“I’m sorry,” Kurama said, head drooping down slightly. A sudden rigidness in the person beside made him realize that he had been misunderstood. Before Hiei could flit away, he grabbed the jaganshi’s arm, looking up into his frozen eyes.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t untied to show you this…” Kurama said, reaching up to lace his fingers around Hiei’s neck and bring the jaganshi down to meet him, tightly pressing his lips against the jaganshi’s own.
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Kurama looked up from where he was doing his homework as the front door opened. His mother came in, bags in hand as she smiled at him. Immediately, he rushed forward to help her.
“How was your trip, mother?”
“Oh, about as good as can be expected,” she replied, “what about you? Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”
Kurama briefly pictured what her reaction would be to the truth. “No mother, it was rather boring.”
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A/N: Well, I FINALLY finished. I realize there are a few questions that I probably didn’t answer, but the reason for that is simple. There are no answers!
Disclaimer: I have a couple of the manga from YYH. Togashi really has a style all his own. He really has great backgrounds and frame break-ups (these are what I notice because I have the most trouble drawing these), and I guess he has pretty good character designs, too. The point is, he has more skill and talent than me when it comes to drawing (for now…..*wink*) and he created the series, not me.
Author: Letta
Rating: Probably R.
Warnings: Violence, slight OOC, shonen ai, possibly AU- it’s up to you, a loosely strung together ‘plot,’ a little goofy in some parts- redundancy or confusion
Pairings: Hiei/Kurama
“speaking”
/thoughts/
Title: Just Outside the Light
“So why did you just tell him how to fix it?” Yusuke asked Yukio.
“Because I don’t care.” As if that were explanation enough, he turned away from the spirit detective, and glanced down at the fight that seemed so far below them. If he was lucky, this would be the last day that Alika saw alive. As he looked back at the three humans before him, he saw that they had taken a cue from him and also looked down.
He really had no lingering business with them, so there was no point in fighting them, as far as he could see. However, he doubted they would just let him leave. For whatever reasons, people tended to get angry after you’ve attacked their friends. He figured he’d try it anyway.
“I’m leaving now,” Yukio announced, expecting any sort of attack.
“Hey wait, I’m not…” Yusuke began, but soon dodged a screaming ball of energy aimed at him. When he rolled to his feet to look at the demon that had stood before him, he saw nothing.
“A distraction,” Genkai said disinterestedly.
“Huh?”
“We would’ve noticed if he had just left. So, he must have decided the easiest way to get out of here was to attack and leave before it was over.”
“He didn’t have to start throwing around his energy at me.”
“You dodged, didn’t you? Besides, what kind of distraction would it be if you could easily block it?”
“So you mean, he never meant to hurt us?” Kuwabara asked.
“I doubt he cared, but he probably assumed Yusuke would dodge.”
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Hiei looked down at the bound creature before him. Anxiously, he fingered the links in his clenching hand. The kitsune before him merely acknowledged his presence by meeting his gaze. For a long while, the pair only stared at one another, silently daring the other to say something, to make the first move.
Before Kurama was aware of it, Hiei had dashed forward and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his silver head back to angle his wound up. The youko frowned in confusion, failing to arrive at any sort of answer as to what the fire youkai may be up to.
“What are you…” Kurama was cut off by a quick jerk on his hair. Slight fiery nips lanced across his scalp. He snarled and spat curses at the shorter demon, suddenly fighting hard to get free as Hiei lifted a necklace to his temple.
The youko screamed in pain as a burning sting lanced through his head. He didn’t even notice as the hand in his hair loosed considerably at his screech. The blistering sensation was one of the most exquisitely painful torments he could ever recall. It seemed like hours before the torturous agony subsided, and he was woozily trying to get his vision to focus.
Kurama felt his leaden eyelids begin to slide shut as his head fell forward, red locks dangling hazily before his eyes. Within moments, he was out like a light.
A few seconds later, a katana sliced through his binds.
~`~`~`~`~`
“Should we wait until they finish each other off?” Yusuke asked, still perched on the top step high above the brawling demons below.
“What’s the matter Urameshi, afraid of a couple of girls?” Kuwabara snickered.
“At least I’m not afraid of my sister!”
Down below them, the two demons had worn each other down, bruised and bloodied. Leiko panted heavily as she looked at her opponent. It had been a more difficult fight than she had expected. However, she wasn’t about to lose to the idiot before her.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Why?” Alika asked.
“You sent invaders into my territory.”
Alika blinked. It hadn’t been intentional. Yet, anything to have Youko Kurama taken care of was justified. It was the least the kitsune deserved.
“I had my reasons.”
“And so I have mine, now you die,” Leiko said, charging at her opponent, connecting with a right hook. Alika tumbled backwards finally coming to a stop in a crouched position before pushing off against the ground to rush forward. When she got in front of the white demoness, she jumped up into the air, twisting her body to drop behind her, fist already extended. Alika had barely touched the ground before throwing her fist on the already turning Leiko.
The cat demon flew backwards, eventually skidding to a halt on her back. She directed a glare at her opponent, kipping up to her feet to find herself on the defensive as Alika continued her assault.
The three up above watched with interest at the two bodies twisting around each other, occasionally landing a blow to the other.
Suddenly, a flash of black flitted before their vision before disappearing again.
“Hiei…?” Yusuke called out, but his attention was soon directed back to the fight below them as first one demoness fell, as if struck by an unseen force, and then the other. Blood immediately began flowing from what were surely fatal wounds.
In an instant, Hiei was standing beside them, sheathing his already cleaned sword.
“Why’d you kill both of them?” Yusuke asked.
“They both deserved to die.” Without another word, Hiei turned to walk back towards the temple. He was soon followed by the other three.
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Kurama moaned at the throbbing in his head as he cracked open his eyes. The light flowing into the room seemed to sear his retinas as he clamped his lids shut again; face scrunching up in pain, hand rising to his head.
He had caught the outlines of people crowded around him, but as to who they were, he couldn’t tell.
“C’mon Kurama, it can’t hurt that bad. I know you’re tougher than that,” Yusuke’s voice sounded, beating painfully on his eardrums with its volume.
“Yusuke… you have no idea.”
“You can easily walk away with gaping stomach wounds but you can’t handle a little headache?”
He answered with a groan.
“Well, I’ll be around if you need me,” Yusuke said, patting his shoulder before getting up and apparently pulling someone else with him, from the sounds of it. When he heard a squawk of protest from Kuwabara, he realized who it must’ve been.
The kitsune thought he was alone until a slight rustling of cloth and some quiet footsteps walked up to him.
He risked opening his eyes again to see who it was. He found himself looking up into jeweled rubies of color, shining with worry and hesitancy.
“Hiei…” he smiled weakly, reaching out for the fire youkai.
“Are you… all right?”
As if to demonstrate, Kurama pushed himself up onto his elbows, seeing for the first time that he was in Genkai’s temple still.
“Yes, I’ll be fine. Thank you.”
“What do you… remember?”
“Remember?” Kurama asked, eyebrows pulling downwards in confusion.
“About when you were tied up?”
“Oh,” Kurama said, understanding dawning on his face as memories flooded back to him. Yes, he recalled Hiei professing feelings for him, and the taste of the youkai’s skin as he had sought to gain his freedom.
“I’m sorry,” Kurama said, head drooping down slightly. A sudden rigidness in the person beside made him realize that he had been misunderstood. Before Hiei could flit away, he grabbed the jaganshi’s arm, looking up into his frozen eyes.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t untied to show you this…” Kurama said, reaching up to lace his fingers around Hiei’s neck and bring the jaganshi down to meet him, tightly pressing his lips against the jaganshi’s own.
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Kurama looked up from where he was doing his homework as the front door opened. His mother came in, bags in hand as she smiled at him. Immediately, he rushed forward to help her.
“How was your trip, mother?”
“Oh, about as good as can be expected,” she replied, “what about you? Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”
Kurama briefly pictured what her reaction would be to the truth. “No mother, it was rather boring.”
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A/N: Well, I FINALLY finished. I realize there are a few questions that I probably didn’t answer, but the reason for that is simple. There are no answers!