Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ Darkness Whispers ( Chapter 17 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Dc-chan: Well, I suppose I just had a hectic week. I tripped over a backpack in class and my forehead hit a table and I got this huge gash on my eyebrow. Then I had to go get stitches which was really freaky.

MCT: It looks funny too!

Dc-chan: They shaved off half of my eyebrow to put in eleven stitches T-T

Disclaimer, I don’t own YYH and never ever will.

(Gomen, for this chapter’s shortness…this week and next week are and will be very crazy for me *bows*)

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Chapter 17 of Rock My World

Darkness Whispers

Kira bit her trembling bottom lip as she stood outside of the chamber where Namiko was being kept. Why did she have to do this anyway? She didn’t even want to talk to her much less see her again. Her head throbbed and she put her hand on her forehead and sighed, letting her cool skin feel like ice against her head as she tried to clam herself. "Get a grip Kira…" she whispered to herself quietly before taking a deep breath, "It’s not like she can hurt you…this is Reikai jail…" She exhaled sharply then pushed the stone doors open.

A big blast of cold air shot out and she shielded her face with her hand and closed her eyes as her ebony hair was strewn about in the violent wind. It howled and whipped around her as she stood as still as she could against it. Then suddenly it stopped.

Kira opened one eye slowly then the other cautiously and peered into the chamber. It was shrouded in darkness except for a single light that shined dimly in the middle of it. Beneath the light was a chair and Namiko sat in it.
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Namiko’s eyes were cast down in submission and her skin had gone pale. Her navy hair was damp and cascaded over her shoulders. Her hands had been bound behind her back and her feet had been tied together. It was clear that the material used to bind her wasn’t ordinary rope, it was a silvery blue string of some kind probably used only for demons. It was clear to see the string had been chaffing into her skin for there was redness and a little dried blood.

There was a stillness about her as she sat in the wooden chair. Kira felt as if she’d suffocate in this room because it reeked of pain and sorrow. She could sense ever so slightly the energy of the other demons that had once been in this room and bound to a chair just like Namiko.

"Ohayou," Kira said smiling a bit, trying to sound as if being alone in a room with a demon that had tried to help kill her was no big problem.

Namiko shifted a little and looked up scowling, "Why are you here?" Her voice sounded sharp and rough. The distaste for humans could be heard in it. Here eyes glared with intensity, "I knew I was going to be inquired, but I never figured Koenma would send you to console me."

Kira arched an eyebrow and stepped into the room hesitantly then explained, "I’m not here to console you. Just to talk."

The demoness gave her an untrusting glance, her eyes quivering as they rested upon Kira, “Ningen, why are you really here? You don’t want to talk, you just want to found out about my niisan! You want to know about his split personalities don’t you?” Her tone was like a hiss from a snake that was about to strike.

Kira blinked unnerving, “Ano…” she trailed off.

Namiko chuckled dryly in response, “I knew it.”

The teenage girl narrowed her deep brown orbs at the demoness, “Alright, that’s why I’m here, happy?” She rolled her eyes feeling more annoyed than frightened now.

“Not really.”

Kira stomped her foot on the stone floor testily, “Listen here, Kokuei is your niisan and we need to find out stuff about him because apparently Reikai Intelligence sucks. So we need you to fill in some blanks. And if you don’t do it willingly I’ll beat it out of you!” She cracked her knuckles as Namiko sweatdropped.

“I doubt they’d let you do that,” Namiko replied sheepishly while Kira‘s temple pulsed, “demo…” she grinned maliciously, “you have a very personal relationship with my niisan, don’t you?”

Kira’s eyes widened in surprise, “How ya figure?”

Namiko sat up straight with a smirk curling upon her thin lips, “He’s entranced by you. He killed Rakura because Rakura killed you. He did it because he cares for you unlike the rest of us, although, if you take my advice, it would be wise not to return them.”

“Doushite?” Kira inquired putting her hands on her hips. “At least he’s not as overly protective like Kurama and he seems like a nice enough guy…” she covered her mouth with her hands. She really needed to start thinking before she talked. It had almost slipped her mind that Yusuke, Koenma, Kurama and the others were monitoring this conversation.

“So you’re already in love with him?” Namiko asked coyly.

“Iie!” Kira cried flailing her arms around as a bright blush spread across her face. How could she love someone she barely knew like Kokuei? He was an enigma, sure he seemed gentle and kind, but there is always more than meets the eye. She turned away from Namiko to collect herself as her blush deepened. ‘How can I love him and so soon? So what if he saved my life, I hardly know him! I’ve danced and talked with him, but that’s not enough to know…than again…maybe…’ She looked over her shoulder, “Why does he like me anyway?”

“You look almost exactly like her that’s why,” Namiko said quietly, as if suddenly getting serious.

“And who’s this her?”

“Kokoro.”

“How touching,” Kira grumbled under her breath ignoring her small twinge of resentment.

“Your appearance gives him comfort and as long as you live he’ll follow you wherever you go,” Namiko sighed deeply. “Man usually have one tracked minds, they follow their eyes instead of their hearts when it comes to what they call love.”

Kira’s muscles tensed up. Love?

“He was dearly in love with Kokoro that when she was killed he didn’t know what to do, he sank into a depression and left Makai,” Namiko went on as if what she was saying had no impact, “and after all these centuries, he’s found someone…”

“Me?”

Namiko nodded, “He’s quite stubborn about his affections too, so I’d be careful. He’s not a normal youkai like most of us. His birth was unnatural…more like his creation than birth.”

“Creation?” Kira tried to think about what that could mean, “So he wasn’t birthed or anything? Does that mean he doesn’t have parents?”

It seemed Namiko took her time replying. Kira felt she was going to go insane. The silence ringed in her ears and she felt like pulling at her hair in frustration. She hated it when some people tried to be all mysterious about things she didn’t know about. She loathed it when they took too long to answer. She was going to go crazy if the silence lasted any longer.

“Shimatte!” She cried loudly clenching her fists, “Answer the friggin question!”

Namiko resisted the urge to have a fit of laughter at the hysterical teenage girl, “Kokuei…was created from the youki of other youkai by our otousan. Otousan created him from fragments of others. Kokuei was always looked down upon by others because of that.”

Kira gasped, “So…were you ‘created’ too?”

“Iie,” Namiko berated her in sullen manner, “I have a okaasan and otousan for your information! Toshihiro and Sanyu! Are you an idiot?”

“I was just kidding…” Kira said waving off Namiko‘s scolding as if it was an insignificant fly compared to her, “I know you’re a genuine youkai that wasn’t created in a secret laboratory somewhere. And for your information I’m not an idiot. I got a brain in this head just in case you’re wondering.”

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“Sometimes I really wonder…” Kurama muttered as he leaned against the wall as he and the others monitored the conversation with little interest.

They were in Koenma’s office and watching the big screen that took up almost an entire wall in it. The purpose of this was to catch all the information they could, but the conversation didn’t seem like it was going in any direction. Having Kira, a girl who acted on impulse, talk to Namiko was a sarcastically good idea.

Kuwabara held up his pinky finger, “Ano…wouldn’t you know? I mean she is your girlfriend.” (A/N: If you don’t know what the pinky finger means than I urge you to rewatch the Yukina episodes…)

Kurama fell over twitching, “Gah…”

Yusuke and Koenma sent Kuwabara that look that meant ‘you’ve got to be the biggest baka in the universe’ as Hiei cast his crimson eyes in another direction as so not to look at the embarrassed fox.

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“Demo…” Namiko said unenthusiastically beckoning Kira closer to her which the girl did so. The demoness whispered hastily into her ear as silently as she could so that Kira would have to strain to here her, “If you really want to know about Kokuei…read his diary…”

“Diary?” Kira asked, confused. She didn’t guys were the types to keep diaries. She didn’t know any guy that would either, not that she knew many people anyway.

“Hai,” Namiko insisted hardly audible, “go see my otousan in Makai and I’m sure he’ll let you have a look at it.” Namiko than winked, “I could take you to him, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment. Maybe…if you make Koenma let me go I could help you. Nobody knows my otousan’s whereabouts except Kokuei and me.”

Kira bit her fingernail, “Ano…I suppose that can be arranged…” She really wanted to learn more about Kokuei and if invading his personal space by reading his diary was going to accomplish that. She’d do it.

Namiko grinned and her eyes sparkled in the darkness, “Then we have a deal?”

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“She better keep good on her promise,” Kurama stated as he walked beside Kira on their way home. He glanced at her as she said nothing to that, “Why do you want to go on this side trip anyway? The deadline for the Sage Youkai mission is coming and Koenma’s not pleased with you.”

“Haven’t you ever heard that the best way to catch a killer is to get into his mind?” Kira queried as they walked down the street.

It was almost dusk, the sun was beginning to set and the sky was lit up with vibrant colors. A cool breeze had begun to blow and the crescent moon was now visible hanging in the orange and pink sky. A few stars were already out and twinkling, but Kira and Kurama weren’t in the mood to enjoy such things.

“And how do you plan to get inside of his mind?” The fox asked in an amused tone. “It would be easier to use you as bait to lure him out inside of going to Makai. It’s dangerous there and something might happen and I don’t trust Namiko regardless of whatever you think of her.”

“I don’t trust her either,” Kira noted while rubbing her hands together, “but Kokuei might of already thought of that. It’s not like you’re sensing that he’s around right now, are you?”

Kurama shook his head, “Still, going to Makai isn’t going to be a stroll in the-”

“Don’t worry!” Kira exclaimed as she cut him off as they stopped in front of her house. She patted him on the back, “I’ll be fine. Besides, you, Hiei and Namiko know what Makai is like and can navigate through it, right? Everything will work out and I have the Demon Summoning Stone thing, remember?”

“Demo…” Kurama sweatdropped, “you still have trouble using it…”

She paused as if that had just occurred to her as well, “Ano…you’ll protect me right?” Kira smiled gently at him and he felt the pink tint spread across his cheeks and the heat rise to his face. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he’d do anything to protect her…

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Dc-chan: ACK!!! Of all the friggin shortness. Sincere apologies about this chapter. In the midst of getting stitches I had like five parties to go to and rehearsals for my school play that’s next Friday. Gomen, next week the update might be late as well. But I promise the next chapter will be much better.

Botan: Remember, a lie grows until it’s as plain as the nose on your face! ^-^

Dc-chan: o.O What the hell? -__- You’ve been watching Pinocchio again, haven’t you?

(Sorry for the randomness, I just can’t control myself)

ROCK ON AND LOVE AND PEACE!!!

Have a happy day too.

ARIGATOU!