Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Of angels and demons ❯ Fallen from grace ( Chapter 1 )
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By: pyrophoenixashke 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 838 | Visits: 346 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 838 | Visits: 346 | Status: Work In Progress
Pyro: Yes, here I am again. Like usual I own nothing. Warnings for this chapter are language and hints at yaoi. No like, no read.
Soft, snow white feathers fluttered with the wind to the barren ground below as the divine being sank from the blackened, lightning filled sky.
“Be gone!”
Were the last words the divine being heard before collapsing onto the hard earth with a loud thud in front of a modest house, silken locks flowing like spilled blood against the ground.
The owner of the house heard the thud and sheathed the sword that he had been wielding just moments ago. He snorted and walked out of the training room, into the living room and out the front door. He blinked crimson eyes curiously as he saw the crumpled figure and slowly walked towards it.
“Are you ok?”
His deep voice questioned and snorted as he got no answer. The figure must be hurt badly. He got right next to the being and bent down, nose twitching as he examined the figure. Long, silken, dark red locks covered a pale face and crimson stained the back of the white robes that covered the body. Seeing the blood, he cursed and carefully picked the injured one up and slowly cared it into the living room. He then gently laid the person belly down and painstakingly removed the upper part of the robe.
“How did this happen?”
He questioned out loud as his crimson eyes landed on the gaping wounds that trailed across both shoulder blades. He shook his head and quickly darted into the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he retrieved alcohol, gauzes, Neosporin, medical tape and a rag. He then quickly wet the rag and darted back into the living room to find the person sitting up, studying the room with bright, intelligent, emerald eyes. The eyes blinked as they landed on the dark haired figure holding the first aide supplies.
The male in front of him was short with spiked up black hair with a white starburst decorating it. He had dark, crimson eyes and tan skin. He wore a black muscle shirt and tight black pants over black boots. The only white on his attire were the head band over his forehead and the bandages wrapped around his right arm.
“Where am I?”
A soft voice questioned slowly, like the words were foreign in his mouth.
“You're at my house in Tokyo, Japan.”
The dark haired male replied, slowly stepping towards him.
“By the way, I’m Hiei. And will you let me tend to your wounds? You’re bleeding all over my couch.”
He mused, a smirk creeping up his face.
“If you wish it you may.”
Came the soft reply, offering the blood covered back to the shorter male. Hiei snorted softly and walk over, depositing his armload on the coffee table. He then picked up the rag and began to gently wash the wounds. The red haired one winced slightly at the touch against his wounds but made no sound. Once the pale back was clean, the dark haired male doused each cut with the alcohol. That got a soft gasp from the red haired male and Hiei snorted. He then applied the Neosporin and taped gauze over each shoulder-blade.
“There, done. What’s your name?”
Hiei questioned sharply as the red haired one replaced the bloody robe over his pale body.
“Thank you. I am called Shuichi.”
The other replied, turning to face the other male.
“Well, where do you come from?”
The short male snorted, any compassion shown earlier gone without a trace. The read haired one didn’t answer verbally, just motioned his head upward towards the ceiling and Hiei snickered.
“Oh really now? Well I guess you should go back to your precious god!”
He snapped, making the other male shift backwards, as if flinching away.
“He banished me.”
Shuichi replied in his soft voice and Hiei snorted again.
“Oh really now? Why is that?”
Sarcasm dripped like venom from Hiei’s voice and the other flinched again.
“I don’t have the en…”
Then Shuichi fainted and fell off of the couch before he could finish, narrowly missing the coffee table. Hiei sighed and hoisted the other back onto the couch.
“Well, there goes dinner conversation.”
He growled, slamming his fist into the table. The table splintered under his fist and he decided he felt a bit better.
“Now I have to wait until sleeping beauty awakens to get any fucking answers!”
He growled, storming over to a chair and sitting in it. He then grabbed the remote, switched the T.V. on and began to mindlessly flip through the channels.
Pyro: Not much, but that’s the first chapter. Tell me what you think.
Soft, snow white feathers fluttered with the wind to the barren ground below as the divine being sank from the blackened, lightning filled sky.
“Be gone!”
Were the last words the divine being heard before collapsing onto the hard earth with a loud thud in front of a modest house, silken locks flowing like spilled blood against the ground.
The owner of the house heard the thud and sheathed the sword that he had been wielding just moments ago. He snorted and walked out of the training room, into the living room and out the front door. He blinked crimson eyes curiously as he saw the crumpled figure and slowly walked towards it.
“Are you ok?”
His deep voice questioned and snorted as he got no answer. The figure must be hurt badly. He got right next to the being and bent down, nose twitching as he examined the figure. Long, silken, dark red locks covered a pale face and crimson stained the back of the white robes that covered the body. Seeing the blood, he cursed and carefully picked the injured one up and slowly cared it into the living room. He then gently laid the person belly down and painstakingly removed the upper part of the robe.
“How did this happen?”
He questioned out loud as his crimson eyes landed on the gaping wounds that trailed across both shoulder blades. He shook his head and quickly darted into the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he retrieved alcohol, gauzes, Neosporin, medical tape and a rag. He then quickly wet the rag and darted back into the living room to find the person sitting up, studying the room with bright, intelligent, emerald eyes. The eyes blinked as they landed on the dark haired figure holding the first aide supplies.
The male in front of him was short with spiked up black hair with a white starburst decorating it. He had dark, crimson eyes and tan skin. He wore a black muscle shirt and tight black pants over black boots. The only white on his attire were the head band over his forehead and the bandages wrapped around his right arm.
“Where am I?”
A soft voice questioned slowly, like the words were foreign in his mouth.
“You're at my house in Tokyo, Japan.”
The dark haired male replied, slowly stepping towards him.
“By the way, I’m Hiei. And will you let me tend to your wounds? You’re bleeding all over my couch.”
He mused, a smirk creeping up his face.
“If you wish it you may.”
Came the soft reply, offering the blood covered back to the shorter male. Hiei snorted softly and walk over, depositing his armload on the coffee table. He then picked up the rag and began to gently wash the wounds. The red haired one winced slightly at the touch against his wounds but made no sound. Once the pale back was clean, the dark haired male doused each cut with the alcohol. That got a soft gasp from the red haired male and Hiei snorted. He then applied the Neosporin and taped gauze over each shoulder-blade.
“There, done. What’s your name?”
Hiei questioned sharply as the red haired one replaced the bloody robe over his pale body.
“Thank you. I am called Shuichi.”
The other replied, turning to face the other male.
“Well, where do you come from?”
The short male snorted, any compassion shown earlier gone without a trace. The read haired one didn’t answer verbally, just motioned his head upward towards the ceiling and Hiei snickered.
“Oh really now? Well I guess you should go back to your precious god!”
He snapped, making the other male shift backwards, as if flinching away.
“He banished me.”
Shuichi replied in his soft voice and Hiei snorted again.
“Oh really now? Why is that?”
Sarcasm dripped like venom from Hiei’s voice and the other flinched again.
“I don’t have the en…”
Then Shuichi fainted and fell off of the couch before he could finish, narrowly missing the coffee table. Hiei sighed and hoisted the other back onto the couch.
“Well, there goes dinner conversation.”
He growled, slamming his fist into the table. The table splintered under his fist and he decided he felt a bit better.
“Now I have to wait until sleeping beauty awakens to get any fucking answers!”
He growled, storming over to a chair and sitting in it. He then grabbed the remote, switched the T.V. on and began to mindlessly flip through the channels.
Pyro: Not much, but that’s the first chapter. Tell me what you think.