Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ New Generation ❯ Chapter 3
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: MageDragon17 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 157 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 157 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 3
Hikori zoned out through the rest of his classes, his mind on one thing: getting home. He hoped at least this time he asked some questions he would at least get some answers.
He was able to avoid Noroko in the locker room and during class. When the end of school came, he beat Mitsuki to the gate and waited impatiently for her to arrive.
"You're in a hurry," she said. They walked quickly to her place, and as soon as she was inside, Hikori headed off at a run.
He was vaguely aware of anything as he was running. The only things he paid attention to were the stoplights at the corners. As he was waiting at one stoplight, he didn't notice as a car pulled up next to him.
"How come you're running?" Kurama asked.
Hikori looked up, "Oh, I just want to get home faster, that's all."
"Uh-huh," Kurama eyed him, knowing that the teenager was lying. "Hop in, you'll kill yourself if you try running all the way home." Hikori dashed into the car as the light changed. "So why are you really running home?" Kurama asked again as Hikori put his seatbelt on.
"Uh," Hikori mumbled.
"Come on," Kurama said, "You can tell me."
"It's not something to tell," Hikori replied. "It's a question, several questions."
Kurama glanced at him, but kept his eyes on the road. "Go on," he said, "maybe I can answer some of them."
Hikori sighed, "You already know one of them, even though I haven't asked it in years."
"Why your mother is so weak, right?" Kurama asked. Hikori nodded. Kurama stared ahead for a few seconds, " I don't know if should be the one to tell you all of this, but lets just say your mother did not have a good childhood. Your father didn't either, but in some ways it was better than your mother's."
Hikori stared at his godfather, "What happened?"
Kurama sighed, "It's why you've always seen your mother wearing long, covering clothing. She doesn't want people seeing the scars of her childhood." Kurama's voice had gone soft and somewhat forced. He gripped the steering wheel harder, "No, I shouldn't be telling you this, not without your parents present anyway."
"But," Hikori stammered, "I have to know now."
"Yes," Kurama said. "In my view you should know, and I believe that you're old enough to know now." He looked ahead. "We'll be at the temple soon, once we get there we'll ask you parents."
ooo
Hikori waited anxiously as Kurama drove to the temple. When they got there, it took him a lot of willpower not to go racing up the stairs. When they were halfway up the stairs, he began to hear the melody of Shiroi's flute. Hikori could remember her playing that flute when his was little, and since then he'd always loved to listen to it.
But now he could hear something different in the music, something he couldn't hear before. He could hear a mournful background, something full of pain and sorrow. But almost as soon as he heard it, the melody disappeared, replaced by something more pleasant and enjoyable.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Hikori spotted his mother sitting at the base of one of the boulders that were scattered randomly around the temple. Standing on top of the boulder, staring in another direction was Hikori's father.
"Why is something telling me that they know already?" Hikori asked Kurama quietly.
Kurama shook his head, but said nothing.
When Shiroi finished her tune, she looked up at them, "In the temple then, if you really want to know."
Kurama went and opened up the temple as Hiei hopped off the boulder and helped Shiroi to her feet. Hikori approached his parents. "How did you know?"
"Your thoughts were quiet easy to read if someone was looking," Hiei said. "I wouldn't have been surprised if any person in the city with psychic potential heard you."
"Oh," Hikori blushed. He had inherited both of his parents' abilities of telepathy, so it was possible. "Sorry."
"Come on then," Shiroi said. They went inside the temple. Kurama had already lit a few candles, so there was light to see. "What has Kurama told you?"
"Just that you had a really bad childhood," Hikori answered. "He said the rest should be said by you two."
"He was right," Hiei said as he glanced at the half demon.
Shiroi looked into the flickering flame of one of the candles, "I guess I should start from the beginning then." She glanced at her husband and Kurama, "Feel free to add anything you believe I've missed. There's a lot to be told here." The two nodded, and she began.
"The first five years of my life were as normal as any five year olds. But after those five years, everything went bad. My mother died, and I was left with my father, who changed into a being that I will never forget."
"He left too much of a mark," Hiei said. "Several marks."
Shiroi nodded, "Everyday for the next ten years I was beaten and harassed by my father. What made it worse was that the village boys harassed me as well. After the first five years or so of that, I forgot my own name. I forgot who all of my friends were, even today I don't know how I survived."
"When did you come here?" Hikori asked.
"I came when I was almost fifteen. I actually summoned up enough courage and ran away. From there I was picked up by one of Koenma's officers. By then I was terrified of males, and just being in Koenma's office scared me, not to mention all of the ogres working there. I was so scared that I managed to get myself here. When Koenma found out he sent your father and everyone else to look for me."
"The girls didn't find you until nightfall," Hiei mumbled.
"Correction," Kurama interrupted, "You didn't find her until nightfall. You were searching with your Jagan, it just took you a long time."
Hiei scowled at Kurama as Shiroi continued. "The girls found me at nightfall. Keiko, Botan, Shiziru, Hinigeshi, and Yukina. They knew that I would run at the sight of any of the men, so they came looking for me while the rest of them stayed here."
"So this was when that Genkai lady was alive?" Hikori asked.
"Yes," Shiroi answered, a little annoyed at how her son addressed her former instructor. "When they found me I wasn't conscious, so when I woke up I found myself here. During that time, they didn't know my hair was white, may father had been dying it whatever color he could, since it was the same color as my mother's."
"That's not all he did to you," Hiei mumbled.
Shiroi ignored him. "After a few weeks I got used to everyone, but I still didn't like sitting in the same room with all of the men. During that time, I'd had several confrontations with Hiei, and by then I thought he hated me." Kurama snorted.
"You thought dad hated you?" Hikori asked. "I never would have guessed that."
"Well I had good reason," Shiroi answered. "He didn't seem to pleased about training me to learn how to use my fire abilities, although we never got around to it since that was when my father showed up looking for me." She paused for a moment, trying to think of a mild way to put what happened. "He ended up capturing me, and..." She stopped; she couldn't say what had happened.
"What?" Hikori asked. "What happened?"
"You must take into consideration Hikori," Kurama said. "What happened to her is normally looked upon with disgust. It seemed as though Shiroi's father had held his full rage back on her long enough, and he took it out on her in the most violent way, and the beating she received was only half of it." He looked rather disgusted himself.
"What?" Hikori asked. "What did he do to her?" He thought about what Kurama had said, and then the answer slowly made itself clear, and when he realized it, he wished he hadn't asked. "Please tell me he did a horrible, painful death?"
"Does getting shot in the heart by a Spirit Gun shot and being brunt to a cinder by my Black Dragon sound good enough?" Hiei asked.
Hikori gulped, "I guess..."
"He didn't die without getting his hands bloody," Hiei hissed. "He nearly fatally injured your mother, but if she hadn't taken that hit, you definitely wouldn't be here, since I wouldn't be alive either."
Hikori blinked. (So my mother took a hit that was meant for my father?) He shook his head, not wanting to think about what it might have looked like. "So, what happened after you killed him?"
"Yukina, Botan, Genkai and myself did our best to keep Shiroi alive and heal her at the same time. We were more successful in keeping her alive than healing her. They were still very serious, but that didn't stop her from leaving."
"Leaving?" Hikori asked as he turned to his mother.
Shiroi gave a small smile. "While I was recovering, Emperor Enma came and gave a choice. It was either to stay in Genkai's temple and train to be her assistant, or to leave after a was recovered enough to walk and go to spirit world to train and become his detective."
"And she chose the detective," Hiei grumbled.
"You make it sound like a bad thing?" Hikori asked.
"It was!" Hiei exclaimed. "When she left she could barely walk. We didn't know where she was until five years later."
"Five years?" Hikori asked.
"I never let any of them see me," Shiroi said. "Not even Botan."
"We don't know how Koenma kept it a secret," Kurama added.
"To make things quicker," Shiroi continued. "After a few days we all went to my village to prove that I was alive. To put it simply, some people were glad to see me, and others were not."
"You missed something," Kurama interrupted.
"What?" Shiroi asked.
"Hiei's confession."
Shiroi smiled as Hiei rolled his eyes.
"What?" Hikori asked.
"Your father told me that he loved me," Shiroi answered. "You have to remember that for the longest time I thought he hated me, so it was kind of hard to give him an answer right away. Now, back to my village. Like I said, some people weren't so happy to see me back."
"Was it the same guys that harassed you when you were younger?" Hikori asked.
Shiroi nodded, "But after a while they accepted the fact that my father was dead and they had no reason to harass me anymore."
"It took a while," Kurama added. "And it also took a while to let the village headman to allow Hiei to marry your mother."
"He was quite against it because of what happened with my parents," Shiroi said. "But some village friends of mine finally convinced him."
"Kurama showed me the video," Hikori said, "Dad looked confused a lot."
"I had no idea what was going on," Hiei muttered. "Thankfully your mother talked me through it using telepathy."
Hikori laughed, remembering the looks on his father's face from the video. A thought struck him, and he asked, "But that still doesn't explain what made you weak. Was it the injury that your father gave you?"
Shiroi shook her head, "No, it was your birth Hikori."
ooo
Author's Note: Okay, for those of you that have no idea what she means in the last sentence, please go and read Nearly Lost before you continue if you haven't done so already. I must wonder why I'm still posting even though I'm not getting any reviews. Please people if you're reading this please review me!
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 3
Hikori zoned out through the rest of his classes, his mind on one thing: getting home. He hoped at least this time he asked some questions he would at least get some answers.
He was able to avoid Noroko in the locker room and during class. When the end of school came, he beat Mitsuki to the gate and waited impatiently for her to arrive.
"You're in a hurry," she said. They walked quickly to her place, and as soon as she was inside, Hikori headed off at a run.
He was vaguely aware of anything as he was running. The only things he paid attention to were the stoplights at the corners. As he was waiting at one stoplight, he didn't notice as a car pulled up next to him.
"How come you're running?" Kurama asked.
Hikori looked up, "Oh, I just want to get home faster, that's all."
"Uh-huh," Kurama eyed him, knowing that the teenager was lying. "Hop in, you'll kill yourself if you try running all the way home." Hikori dashed into the car as the light changed. "So why are you really running home?" Kurama asked again as Hikori put his seatbelt on.
"Uh," Hikori mumbled.
"Come on," Kurama said, "You can tell me."
"It's not something to tell," Hikori replied. "It's a question, several questions."
Kurama glanced at him, but kept his eyes on the road. "Go on," he said, "maybe I can answer some of them."
Hikori sighed, "You already know one of them, even though I haven't asked it in years."
"Why your mother is so weak, right?" Kurama asked. Hikori nodded. Kurama stared ahead for a few seconds, " I don't know if should be the one to tell you all of this, but lets just say your mother did not have a good childhood. Your father didn't either, but in some ways it was better than your mother's."
Hikori stared at his godfather, "What happened?"
Kurama sighed, "It's why you've always seen your mother wearing long, covering clothing. She doesn't want people seeing the scars of her childhood." Kurama's voice had gone soft and somewhat forced. He gripped the steering wheel harder, "No, I shouldn't be telling you this, not without your parents present anyway."
"But," Hikori stammered, "I have to know now."
"Yes," Kurama said. "In my view you should know, and I believe that you're old enough to know now." He looked ahead. "We'll be at the temple soon, once we get there we'll ask you parents."
ooo
Hikori waited anxiously as Kurama drove to the temple. When they got there, it took him a lot of willpower not to go racing up the stairs. When they were halfway up the stairs, he began to hear the melody of Shiroi's flute. Hikori could remember her playing that flute when his was little, and since then he'd always loved to listen to it.
But now he could hear something different in the music, something he couldn't hear before. He could hear a mournful background, something full of pain and sorrow. But almost as soon as he heard it, the melody disappeared, replaced by something more pleasant and enjoyable.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Hikori spotted his mother sitting at the base of one of the boulders that were scattered randomly around the temple. Standing on top of the boulder, staring in another direction was Hikori's father.
"Why is something telling me that they know already?" Hikori asked Kurama quietly.
Kurama shook his head, but said nothing.
When Shiroi finished her tune, she looked up at them, "In the temple then, if you really want to know."
Kurama went and opened up the temple as Hiei hopped off the boulder and helped Shiroi to her feet. Hikori approached his parents. "How did you know?"
"Your thoughts were quiet easy to read if someone was looking," Hiei said. "I wouldn't have been surprised if any person in the city with psychic potential heard you."
"Oh," Hikori blushed. He had inherited both of his parents' abilities of telepathy, so it was possible. "Sorry."
"Come on then," Shiroi said. They went inside the temple. Kurama had already lit a few candles, so there was light to see. "What has Kurama told you?"
"Just that you had a really bad childhood," Hikori answered. "He said the rest should be said by you two."
"He was right," Hiei said as he glanced at the half demon.
Shiroi looked into the flickering flame of one of the candles, "I guess I should start from the beginning then." She glanced at her husband and Kurama, "Feel free to add anything you believe I've missed. There's a lot to be told here." The two nodded, and she began.
"The first five years of my life were as normal as any five year olds. But after those five years, everything went bad. My mother died, and I was left with my father, who changed into a being that I will never forget."
"He left too much of a mark," Hiei said. "Several marks."
Shiroi nodded, "Everyday for the next ten years I was beaten and harassed by my father. What made it worse was that the village boys harassed me as well. After the first five years or so of that, I forgot my own name. I forgot who all of my friends were, even today I don't know how I survived."
"When did you come here?" Hikori asked.
"I came when I was almost fifteen. I actually summoned up enough courage and ran away. From there I was picked up by one of Koenma's officers. By then I was terrified of males, and just being in Koenma's office scared me, not to mention all of the ogres working there. I was so scared that I managed to get myself here. When Koenma found out he sent your father and everyone else to look for me."
"The girls didn't find you until nightfall," Hiei mumbled.
"Correction," Kurama interrupted, "You didn't find her until nightfall. You were searching with your Jagan, it just took you a long time."
Hiei scowled at Kurama as Shiroi continued. "The girls found me at nightfall. Keiko, Botan, Shiziru, Hinigeshi, and Yukina. They knew that I would run at the sight of any of the men, so they came looking for me while the rest of them stayed here."
"So this was when that Genkai lady was alive?" Hikori asked.
"Yes," Shiroi answered, a little annoyed at how her son addressed her former instructor. "When they found me I wasn't conscious, so when I woke up I found myself here. During that time, they didn't know my hair was white, may father had been dying it whatever color he could, since it was the same color as my mother's."
"That's not all he did to you," Hiei mumbled.
Shiroi ignored him. "After a few weeks I got used to everyone, but I still didn't like sitting in the same room with all of the men. During that time, I'd had several confrontations with Hiei, and by then I thought he hated me." Kurama snorted.
"You thought dad hated you?" Hikori asked. "I never would have guessed that."
"Well I had good reason," Shiroi answered. "He didn't seem to pleased about training me to learn how to use my fire abilities, although we never got around to it since that was when my father showed up looking for me." She paused for a moment, trying to think of a mild way to put what happened. "He ended up capturing me, and..." She stopped; she couldn't say what had happened.
"What?" Hikori asked. "What happened?"
"You must take into consideration Hikori," Kurama said. "What happened to her is normally looked upon with disgust. It seemed as though Shiroi's father had held his full rage back on her long enough, and he took it out on her in the most violent way, and the beating she received was only half of it." He looked rather disgusted himself.
"What?" Hikori asked. "What did he do to her?" He thought about what Kurama had said, and then the answer slowly made itself clear, and when he realized it, he wished he hadn't asked. "Please tell me he did a horrible, painful death?"
"Does getting shot in the heart by a Spirit Gun shot and being brunt to a cinder by my Black Dragon sound good enough?" Hiei asked.
Hikori gulped, "I guess..."
"He didn't die without getting his hands bloody," Hiei hissed. "He nearly fatally injured your mother, but if she hadn't taken that hit, you definitely wouldn't be here, since I wouldn't be alive either."
Hikori blinked. (So my mother took a hit that was meant for my father?) He shook his head, not wanting to think about what it might have looked like. "So, what happened after you killed him?"
"Yukina, Botan, Genkai and myself did our best to keep Shiroi alive and heal her at the same time. We were more successful in keeping her alive than healing her. They were still very serious, but that didn't stop her from leaving."
"Leaving?" Hikori asked as he turned to his mother.
Shiroi gave a small smile. "While I was recovering, Emperor Enma came and gave a choice. It was either to stay in Genkai's temple and train to be her assistant, or to leave after a was recovered enough to walk and go to spirit world to train and become his detective."
"And she chose the detective," Hiei grumbled.
"You make it sound like a bad thing?" Hikori asked.
"It was!" Hiei exclaimed. "When she left she could barely walk. We didn't know where she was until five years later."
"Five years?" Hikori asked.
"I never let any of them see me," Shiroi said. "Not even Botan."
"We don't know how Koenma kept it a secret," Kurama added.
"To make things quicker," Shiroi continued. "After a few days we all went to my village to prove that I was alive. To put it simply, some people were glad to see me, and others were not."
"You missed something," Kurama interrupted.
"What?" Shiroi asked.
"Hiei's confession."
Shiroi smiled as Hiei rolled his eyes.
"What?" Hikori asked.
"Your father told me that he loved me," Shiroi answered. "You have to remember that for the longest time I thought he hated me, so it was kind of hard to give him an answer right away. Now, back to my village. Like I said, some people weren't so happy to see me back."
"Was it the same guys that harassed you when you were younger?" Hikori asked.
Shiroi nodded, "But after a while they accepted the fact that my father was dead and they had no reason to harass me anymore."
"It took a while," Kurama added. "And it also took a while to let the village headman to allow Hiei to marry your mother."
"He was quite against it because of what happened with my parents," Shiroi said. "But some village friends of mine finally convinced him."
"Kurama showed me the video," Hikori said, "Dad looked confused a lot."
"I had no idea what was going on," Hiei muttered. "Thankfully your mother talked me through it using telepathy."
Hikori laughed, remembering the looks on his father's face from the video. A thought struck him, and he asked, "But that still doesn't explain what made you weak. Was it the injury that your father gave you?"
Shiroi shook her head, "No, it was your birth Hikori."
ooo
Author's Note: Okay, for those of you that have no idea what she means in the last sentence, please go and read Nearly Lost before you continue if you haven't done so already. I must wonder why I'm still posting even though I'm not getting any reviews. Please people if you're reading this please review me!