Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited ❯ Chapter 12
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By: MageDragon17 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.27.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 311 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.27.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 311 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of the TV show. You know which ones they are.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 12
Shiroi sighed and opened the door and stepped outside and into the street. "What is it that you want?"
A group of men, all around Yuseke's size, were standing a few yards in front of her. She recognized all of them, even with all of their changes.
"You had the guts to come back?" one of them asked, Shiroi recognized him as Takken, he had been the leader of the gang that always harassed her.
"Why do you still do this?" Shiroi asked.
"A favor your father asked us to do," Takken answered.
"In case you didn't know yet," Yuseke said, poking his head out of Sansa's house, "Raimeihi's dead."
Several among Takken's group began to mumble amongst themselves, but Takken himself said, "You're lying; no one can kill him."
"Want proof?" Yuseke asked. The group nodded and Yuseke disappeared for a moment. "This was the guy who killed him." Hiei stepped out of the door to make himself just visible so everyone around could see him.
"Need something?" Hiei asked.
"That shrimp killed Raimeihi?" Takken asked. He laughed, "You've got to be kidding me." Suddenly a globe of water slammed into his face, and Takken yelled loudly. "What the hell?"
"Don't you dare insult him," Shiroi hissed dangerously. She had been the source of the water.
Takken wiped his face on his sleeve, "So, you can do something now besides stand there and whimper."
"I can make it colder," Shiroi said as another globe of water appeared above her palm, "Or I could freeze it if you like." She shot the water at him, and it splashed into Takken's face with an even loud smack than before.
"Do it again," Kuwabara said. "Show him what you're made of Shiroi!"
Shiroi smiled at the man, but then Takken said, "So, you want to fight? I'll give you one." He threw something at her, something a little too fast for her to dodge. She had just enough time to move her head to the side a little, but she still got hit.
She felt something slice by her left check, and a line of blood began to slowly drip down the side of her face. A quick look behind her answered what had hit her. A dagger was now embedded in a post not far behind her; the dagger still shook from the impact.
"So you no longer use your fists?" Shiroi asked, not bothering to wipe the blood away.
"Oh I do," Takken answered. "I just like to use these." He held up his fists, three daggers were held in each fist.
"So you take the risk of hurting others?" Shiroi asked.
Takken grinned, and threw all of the blades at her. Shiroi watched as the blades came toward her, and heard several gasps from people standing around.
"Move Shiroi!" Yuseke yelled.
She didn't have to. Suddenly a thick pane of ice appeared in front of her, stopping the daggers from reaching their point. As soon as they all were embedded in the ice, the pane melted into water, leaving the daggers on the ground.
"That was a little close for comfort Shiroi!" Botan yelled.
Shiroi smiled at the woman, "I know what I'm doing." She turned back to the group of men, "For once," she muttered.
Hiei smirked, "I heard that." Shiroi stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to the stunned men in front of her.
"What did she say?" Yuseke asked.
"For once," Hiei answered. "I think it had to do with statement she said before that."
"What does she mean by that?" Yuseke asked.
"Let's just watch this," Kurama said as he and the rest of the people inside appeared at the doorway.
Shiroi kept her eyes on the men in front of her, hardly blinking. The guys on the other hand, especially Takken, weren't very happy.
"This isn't over," he hissed. "We'll get you when you're most venerable." He and his group turned on their heels and walked off.
Shiroi sighed, "Glad that's over, for now." She walked back to everyone else, Elder Sansa, Nana, Tana, and Anada were staring at her. "What?"
"That was quite some power," Sansa said. "Erecting that ice wall to stop those daggers was amazing."
"That's nothing," Shiroi muttered as they all went inside.
"What do you mean by that?" Anada asked.
Shiroi turned around, "That wasn't even a speck of my power. If I wanted to, and thankfully I don't, I can turn this place into a blackened crater three miles wide and just as deep and still have enough energy left to blow up all of spirit world."
"Please tell me you were exaggerating?" Kuwabara asked Shiroi shook her head. "Then how come I can't even sense any of your power?"
"Because I can mask it," Shiroi answered. "I can make it seem like I'm a human, with no spirit energy what so ever. I've done that, on a mission where I had to come into contact with a demon by acting as bait, and human bait was its favorite. As soon as he was close enough to where he couldn't escape I incinerated him with my mind."
"Your mind?" Yuseke asked. He turned to Kurama, whom had gone slightly pale. "Is that possible?"
"In Shiroi's case," Kurama answered, "I guess it is."
"You don't have to worry," Shiroi said. "I hated doing that, but it was my only option. I won't be doing it again until it's the only choice I have is death is literally staring at me in the face." She looked out the window. "Now, for another reason I came here."
"How many reasons do you have?" Yuseke asked.
"Three," Shiroi answered. "The first two you know, to see how much my hometown has changed, and to let the residents know I'm still alive."
"So what's the third?" Kurama asked.
"To see what I can get out of my old house," Shiroi answered.
"No one has been in there for five years," Sansa said. "Your father locked it when he left, and no one has been in it since."
"So the worst that could have happened is that it got layers of dust," Shiroi replied.
"And whatever your father had lying around at the time," Sansa said. "Without the little cleaning that you did every so often, the place would be a pigsty, so who knows how he left it."
"We'll find out," Shiroi said. She turned back from the window. "I would like to go now, if it doesn't inconvenience any of you."
"Why would it?" Nana asked. "I'll come with you."
"Count us in," Yuseke said.
"We'll have to get a spare key from the priest," Sansa said. "That could be hard, since this priest has only been here for the past two years." He looked as Shiroi, "So he has no idea who you are."
"We'll deal with that when it happens," Shiroi said. "Can we please go?"
Sansa exchanged glances with Nana, and Sansa said, "All right, follow me." He led them out of the house and down the rode. The priest has all the spare keys, so if we want to get into the house we need to get the key from him."
"Couldn't we just kick the door in?" Yuseke whispered. Botan giggled and elbowed him.
They reached another dwelling and Sansa knocked on the door. A tall man opened the door, "Yes?" he asked.
"We came to get the key to the house next to red oak," Sansa answered, the majority of the houses in the village were identified by trees.
The priest eyed his company, but then disappeared from the doorway. After a minute, he returned with the key. "I'll be getting it back?"
Sansa nodded, "As soon as we're finished inside." He turned around to the group, "Well, lets go." They headed back out into the street. The group really couldn't tell who was leading, Sansa or Shiroi.
"Shiroi seems a little tense," Kuwabara whispered to Yuseke.
"I wonder why?" Yuseke asked.
Shiroi was nervous about going back to the place she had spent the first fourteen years of her life. Ever since she had entered the village, she had been having very old memories flash before her eyes. Each place she looked brought back another memory.
They passed a part of the street where Raimeihi had beaten her, and that entire memory flashed before her eyes. It was so real she almost stopped walking, but she didn't, she didn't want the others thinking that there was something wrong. She did her best to keep a straight face as well, since the memory brought back more than just the vision, it brought back the pain as well.
When she saw the red oak, she did stop. She had several memories flash by, one of her climbing it when she was five and her mother standing there watching her, making sure that she wouldn't fall. Another was when the summer carnival was going. It was in the middle of the night and she was nine years old. Of course Raimeihi had forbidden her to go, so when she thought he was asleep she crept out of the house and climbed the tree to see if she could get at least a glimpse of it before it ended.
Of course, her thought about her father being asleep was wrong, and her punishment was one of his beatings, but it hadn't been one of his worst, since he had been having a good day and his heart wasn't fully into the blows.
The last one was when she had come home late from one of the errands he wanted her to run. She had gotten what he wanted, but since he was always looking for an excuse to punish her, he pulled out his sword and slashed at her. She had become rather good at dodging most of those attacks by then, she saw was twelve years old at the time. But she had backed up too far and the oak stopped her back. Raimeihi's slashed into her left shoulder, leaving a bloodstain and a thin hole in the tree's bark.
Shiroi shook her head to clear her eyes of the memories and rubbed her shoulder absentmindedly.
"Shall we go in?" Sansa asked, he held out the key to Shiroi.
Shiroi looked at the key, and then slowly took it from the elder. She walked up the three steps and went to the door, dozens of memories flashing all at once before her eyes.
She ignored them and jammed the key into the lock. She turned the key, heard the latch click, and pushed open the door.
***
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to get up. I've been really busy with school and band. I'll try to have more than this and another chapter up soon, but I haven't gotten a brainstorm lately. Wahh! Reviews please. By the way, to icewolfdemon, did you get my second email, the long letter? Tell me if you did in the review, if you read this. I hope I spelled your screename right.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 12
Shiroi sighed and opened the door and stepped outside and into the street. "What is it that you want?"
A group of men, all around Yuseke's size, were standing a few yards in front of her. She recognized all of them, even with all of their changes.
"You had the guts to come back?" one of them asked, Shiroi recognized him as Takken, he had been the leader of the gang that always harassed her.
"Why do you still do this?" Shiroi asked.
"A favor your father asked us to do," Takken answered.
"In case you didn't know yet," Yuseke said, poking his head out of Sansa's house, "Raimeihi's dead."
Several among Takken's group began to mumble amongst themselves, but Takken himself said, "You're lying; no one can kill him."
"Want proof?" Yuseke asked. The group nodded and Yuseke disappeared for a moment. "This was the guy who killed him." Hiei stepped out of the door to make himself just visible so everyone around could see him.
"Need something?" Hiei asked.
"That shrimp killed Raimeihi?" Takken asked. He laughed, "You've got to be kidding me." Suddenly a globe of water slammed into his face, and Takken yelled loudly. "What the hell?"
"Don't you dare insult him," Shiroi hissed dangerously. She had been the source of the water.
Takken wiped his face on his sleeve, "So, you can do something now besides stand there and whimper."
"I can make it colder," Shiroi said as another globe of water appeared above her palm, "Or I could freeze it if you like." She shot the water at him, and it splashed into Takken's face with an even loud smack than before.
"Do it again," Kuwabara said. "Show him what you're made of Shiroi!"
Shiroi smiled at the man, but then Takken said, "So, you want to fight? I'll give you one." He threw something at her, something a little too fast for her to dodge. She had just enough time to move her head to the side a little, but she still got hit.
She felt something slice by her left check, and a line of blood began to slowly drip down the side of her face. A quick look behind her answered what had hit her. A dagger was now embedded in a post not far behind her; the dagger still shook from the impact.
"So you no longer use your fists?" Shiroi asked, not bothering to wipe the blood away.
"Oh I do," Takken answered. "I just like to use these." He held up his fists, three daggers were held in each fist.
"So you take the risk of hurting others?" Shiroi asked.
Takken grinned, and threw all of the blades at her. Shiroi watched as the blades came toward her, and heard several gasps from people standing around.
"Move Shiroi!" Yuseke yelled.
She didn't have to. Suddenly a thick pane of ice appeared in front of her, stopping the daggers from reaching their point. As soon as they all were embedded in the ice, the pane melted into water, leaving the daggers on the ground.
"That was a little close for comfort Shiroi!" Botan yelled.
Shiroi smiled at the woman, "I know what I'm doing." She turned back to the group of men, "For once," she muttered.
Hiei smirked, "I heard that." Shiroi stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to the stunned men in front of her.
"What did she say?" Yuseke asked.
"For once," Hiei answered. "I think it had to do with statement she said before that."
"What does she mean by that?" Yuseke asked.
"Let's just watch this," Kurama said as he and the rest of the people inside appeared at the doorway.
Shiroi kept her eyes on the men in front of her, hardly blinking. The guys on the other hand, especially Takken, weren't very happy.
"This isn't over," he hissed. "We'll get you when you're most venerable." He and his group turned on their heels and walked off.
Shiroi sighed, "Glad that's over, for now." She walked back to everyone else, Elder Sansa, Nana, Tana, and Anada were staring at her. "What?"
"That was quite some power," Sansa said. "Erecting that ice wall to stop those daggers was amazing."
"That's nothing," Shiroi muttered as they all went inside.
"What do you mean by that?" Anada asked.
Shiroi turned around, "That wasn't even a speck of my power. If I wanted to, and thankfully I don't, I can turn this place into a blackened crater three miles wide and just as deep and still have enough energy left to blow up all of spirit world."
"Please tell me you were exaggerating?" Kuwabara asked Shiroi shook her head. "Then how come I can't even sense any of your power?"
"Because I can mask it," Shiroi answered. "I can make it seem like I'm a human, with no spirit energy what so ever. I've done that, on a mission where I had to come into contact with a demon by acting as bait, and human bait was its favorite. As soon as he was close enough to where he couldn't escape I incinerated him with my mind."
"Your mind?" Yuseke asked. He turned to Kurama, whom had gone slightly pale. "Is that possible?"
"In Shiroi's case," Kurama answered, "I guess it is."
"You don't have to worry," Shiroi said. "I hated doing that, but it was my only option. I won't be doing it again until it's the only choice I have is death is literally staring at me in the face." She looked out the window. "Now, for another reason I came here."
"How many reasons do you have?" Yuseke asked.
"Three," Shiroi answered. "The first two you know, to see how much my hometown has changed, and to let the residents know I'm still alive."
"So what's the third?" Kurama asked.
"To see what I can get out of my old house," Shiroi answered.
"No one has been in there for five years," Sansa said. "Your father locked it when he left, and no one has been in it since."
"So the worst that could have happened is that it got layers of dust," Shiroi replied.
"And whatever your father had lying around at the time," Sansa said. "Without the little cleaning that you did every so often, the place would be a pigsty, so who knows how he left it."
"We'll find out," Shiroi said. She turned back from the window. "I would like to go now, if it doesn't inconvenience any of you."
"Why would it?" Nana asked. "I'll come with you."
"Count us in," Yuseke said.
"We'll have to get a spare key from the priest," Sansa said. "That could be hard, since this priest has only been here for the past two years." He looked as Shiroi, "So he has no idea who you are."
"We'll deal with that when it happens," Shiroi said. "Can we please go?"
Sansa exchanged glances with Nana, and Sansa said, "All right, follow me." He led them out of the house and down the rode. The priest has all the spare keys, so if we want to get into the house we need to get the key from him."
"Couldn't we just kick the door in?" Yuseke whispered. Botan giggled and elbowed him.
They reached another dwelling and Sansa knocked on the door. A tall man opened the door, "Yes?" he asked.
"We came to get the key to the house next to red oak," Sansa answered, the majority of the houses in the village were identified by trees.
The priest eyed his company, but then disappeared from the doorway. After a minute, he returned with the key. "I'll be getting it back?"
Sansa nodded, "As soon as we're finished inside." He turned around to the group, "Well, lets go." They headed back out into the street. The group really couldn't tell who was leading, Sansa or Shiroi.
"Shiroi seems a little tense," Kuwabara whispered to Yuseke.
"I wonder why?" Yuseke asked.
Shiroi was nervous about going back to the place she had spent the first fourteen years of her life. Ever since she had entered the village, she had been having very old memories flash before her eyes. Each place she looked brought back another memory.
They passed a part of the street where Raimeihi had beaten her, and that entire memory flashed before her eyes. It was so real she almost stopped walking, but she didn't, she didn't want the others thinking that there was something wrong. She did her best to keep a straight face as well, since the memory brought back more than just the vision, it brought back the pain as well.
When she saw the red oak, she did stop. She had several memories flash by, one of her climbing it when she was five and her mother standing there watching her, making sure that she wouldn't fall. Another was when the summer carnival was going. It was in the middle of the night and she was nine years old. Of course Raimeihi had forbidden her to go, so when she thought he was asleep she crept out of the house and climbed the tree to see if she could get at least a glimpse of it before it ended.
Of course, her thought about her father being asleep was wrong, and her punishment was one of his beatings, but it hadn't been one of his worst, since he had been having a good day and his heart wasn't fully into the blows.
The last one was when she had come home late from one of the errands he wanted her to run. She had gotten what he wanted, but since he was always looking for an excuse to punish her, he pulled out his sword and slashed at her. She had become rather good at dodging most of those attacks by then, she saw was twelve years old at the time. But she had backed up too far and the oak stopped her back. Raimeihi's slashed into her left shoulder, leaving a bloodstain and a thin hole in the tree's bark.
Shiroi shook her head to clear her eyes of the memories and rubbed her shoulder absentmindedly.
"Shall we go in?" Sansa asked, he held out the key to Shiroi.
Shiroi looked at the key, and then slowly took it from the elder. She walked up the three steps and went to the door, dozens of memories flashing all at once before her eyes.
She ignored them and jammed the key into the lock. She turned the key, heard the latch click, and pushed open the door.
***
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to get up. I've been really busy with school and band. I'll try to have more than this and another chapter up soon, but I haven't gotten a brainstorm lately. Wahh! Reviews please. By the way, to icewolfdemon, did you get my second email, the long letter? Tell me if you did in the review, if you read this. I hope I spelled your screename right.