Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Sorrow of the Flames ❯ Shadow's Mistress ( Prologue )

Sorrow of the Flames

By: Igg_dol

Prelude:
Shadow's Mistress

 

 

 

 

 

For once, in his entire life time of paper work, the Prince of Spirit World, Koenma had finally found himself a moment's peace during the nights that were rarely there within the confines of his bed. He had been working on paper work all day, so much that he had to change to his teenage form just to have the energy for it all since his more, younger self seemed to want to take naps while on the job. For now though, he was completely snuggled up in a rather large purple blanket made of velvet within his Spirit World room and he found it quite comforting to finally have all that work off his shoulders.

It wasn't comforting to know that he'd just have to begin all that work again when he awoke which is the very reason why he chose not to think on it. Thinking about the more optimistic side just made him feel so much better. So there he lay, with his brown hair already forming into what we call `bed head' and fraying across his now closed eyes. He was curled up like an animal under the sheets as if he were cold and trying to keep warm and also had an almost cute look to his face since his hands were curled upward almost as if he was sucking his thumb. Closer inspection would prove this not to be so, unfortunately for loss of good humor.

He was relaxed, completely and absolutely relaxed, yet he had been so tired from his daily work that he had completely forgot to change his clothes before falling into the comfort that is a mattress. Although, he did manage to drop the cape to the floor before he fell into the depths of dreams and exhaustion. It now lay clumped up on the rug in front of his rather large doorway.

His room, could not be very well explained for it was in the dead of night in Rekai, and as most experienced humans would know, it's quite impossible to see the details of one's room when there were no lights to see with. Although, one couldn't help but notice the small table on the right hand side of Koenma's four-poster bed holding a small lamp for light and the barely distinguishable blue Paciphire gently lying atop it. Most rabid fan girls would have found this as a perfect time to take dozens of pictures of the sleeping prince with the loss of his binkie, yet again though, this is a story of what's happening now, and not what girls would be doing if they could actually get into it.

To continue without the use of petty ramblings that my fingers seemed to have induced, Koenma was asleep. Quite repetitive, yet he was in such a deep sleep that nothing could wake him, not even the sounds of the Great Lord Enma's screams of anger could rouse him, nor could the pain of a spanking wake him either. He had been in a deep need of sleep, so this left him dangerously unsafe to waking in the case of emergencies.

Then again, he was the Prince of Spirit World, what cause of emergency would there be?

“Hnnrrr…” He groaned within the depths of his dream state and rolled over within his sheets causing his legs to terribly tangle themselves. His eyes flashed open at rapid paces from a dream he was having and another groan escaped his lips numerous times. Obviously this dream was terrible, so terrible that it would leave him in a cold sweat in no time and probably leave him shooting out of bed in fright if he weren't so dead asleep.

“Mmm… my cupcake…” He mumbled as a more blissful smile graced his lips.

Things continued on in a manner as this with time passing bye and nothing seemed to change in the Rekai sky outside the large window of his room leading off to a not so large balcony. He just continued sleeping in his deepest of sleeps, mumblings things about cupcakes, strawberry rice cakes, stupid ogres and his most used, evil feather dusters. Not once did that blissful smile escape his face either for the prince was quite happy even in his subconscious to finally get the rest he needed.

Quite happy, he never heard one of the speakers next to his door start beeping as an urgent message tried to get through. He just rolled over and dropped one of his purplish pink pillows atop his head and moaned about allergies and dust from feather dusters. Yet the speaker continued beeping as if hoping to reach him and send an obvious trivial message. Still he did not wake or stir and soon the beeping sound changed to that of someone deciding to speak anyway in some hope or fashion that they'd be heard.

“Koenma sir, you need to wake up! There have been sightings of a shadowed figure making their way through the palace and judging from some of the wounded guards they're not friendly! Koenma SIR!! WAKE UP!!!!”

To the prince though, the yelling was merely a part of his dream and he just lifted a hand barely out of his blankets to allow himself to switch positions once more. The yelling from the speakers was just background noise to his sleeping for and was clearly unimportant when it came to waking up.

In reply to not being answered, more voices on the speakers picked up as ogre after ogre, more then likely the night watched, yelled through trying to wake the sleeping beauty up from his sleep.

Nothing happened though so the yelling continued and the now slight snores from the bed continued as well. It seemed nothing could rouse him awake, even as something suddenly draped over the balcony and made their way towards the large glass window doors.

The figure looked somewhat short as they approached the glass in a predatory like manner and their gaze never seemed to shift from the locked latch from inside the dark room. Eyes red as blood glowed malevolently making them be the only thing seen from the dark silhouette. Their body seemed to move like water and seemed to sway silently as if to a silent beat of music. The movements seemed somewhat mystifying and startling all at the same time-

-and then the glass doors to the balcony interfered with their walk causing them to suddenly stop with eyes narrowing into a sharp deadly glare.

It seemed as if it would stop its movements there and just stand there for the remainder of the night. Yet the speaker kept beeping and yelling and the prince kept sleeping leaving it to seem like half an hour passed before the figure so much as stopped their deadly glare at the locked door hands in front of their eyes. Although, something wasn't right with their glare, it seemed more as if they were waiting for something, not just hopelessly lost of ideas of what to do next.

Suddenly, their waiting stopped as eyes glowed in eerie contempt when a sudden white arc of light flashed upon both sides of the door. Straight across the locked door knob with violent intensity. For moments it looked as if the figure placed something sharp back at their side making a resounding click once their movement was finished.

Cr-ack tit- tatatat!

The knob from both sides fell in pieces to the hard stone outside and the hardwood floor inside leaving the door hanging ajar from the forced entry.

The figure seemed to take no notice of the Prince's slight jump in his sleep from the noise and gently stepped in through the door as if they themselves lived there. The speaker was still yelling from different ogres in their valiant attempts to wake the poor boy up and it seemed to slightly annoy the figure that had invited themselves in for in seconds, their body was no longer at the balcony door and was now completely in front of the yelling speaker.

A resounding shatter of electricity was heard next as the figures fist suddenly met the speakers causing it to fizzle and short out. The voices now long gone and silent, leaving the room almost empty. With but a now fully snoring Koenma upon the now destroyed bed sheets.

“Stupid Ogre…” Was the distant reply of the sleeping Prince. He seemed still absorbed in what ever odd dream he was having as a resounding snore echoed from his lips causing the pillow atop his face to quake from the sheer force of it. His legs kicked slightly, making himself even more hopelessly tangled in the bed sheets as he seemed even more at peace now that the speaker had suddenly stopped shouting obscenities at him. Not too mention, a good dream was plenty to smile about.

Then, like a flash his face contorted to pure pain and he twisted and turned as if he was suddenly being gutted by a steak knife. Instead of a moan of bliss from his mouth it was now a very silent screech loud enough to just make his own ears bleed. He tossed and turned upon his bed in such a mad rush that he was suddenly tangling his legs up even more causing his whole thrashing body to collapse off the bed and land on the floor in a mess much like his cape in front of his doors was like.

All the while the shadowed figure stood watching the scene with eyes flowing in a malevolent white light and with each flash from their eyes, another thrash from Koenma was gained. The figure calmly walked towards the now harassed boy and only stopped their walking sway when their legs were close enough to kick him.

The by was in deep troubled sleep now, thrashing and turning and close to screaming, he was being tortured within the depths of his sleeping of the dead within nothing to-

“GAH!!” He screamed with eyes shooting open as well as the upper torso of his body into a complete sitting position.

-wake him.

He panted, trying to regain his bearings and realize that it was all just a dream, but oh it wasn't a dream. He could feel the pain of knives slashing through him, of laughter and of sadistic eyes. He could still feel it all even as the depths of his sleep left him to the wide awakening world. It only took him seconds to realize that he was no longer on his bed and even longer to realize that he was now looking at two small legs standing in front of his frazzled body.

The gleaming shine of a sword being pulled out of it's sheathe was seen next. Koenma's face paled considerably in the dim light of outside and it seemed apparent that his mind started screaming for him to run.

He had just enough time to start his movement of leaving the floor when a sharp nailed hand of the figure shot out and grabbed him by the shirt collar. With a gasp and near squeal he was yanked up to look face to face in the eyes of the blood red crimson, shining with death becoming.

“L-let go of me!” He hissed out in a hurried whisper, his legs were desperately trying to untangle themselves from the sheet as his eyes saw the sword gleam ever close to his person throat in slow motion. “Let me go!!” He Yelled louder, but not nearly loud enough to be a heart-rending scream.

The figure leaned foreword so he could feel their breath flushing over him and suddenly, the figure spoke in a rather violent, rough and course voice. It took him moments of blinking to distinquish the words out of them and within his half asleep state he could barely tell if the person was of either gender.

“I am the mistress of Shadows come to bring flames of sorrow onto your mind before death.” The voice sniffed out delicately and harshly all at the same time. His heart stilled by its commanding tones and he nearly felt all the days of fright in his childhood come back.

He wanted to run. He wanted to run run run run run and never come back.

He wanted…

He wanted to scream-

-Yet no sound would come out now.

The metal gleamed within his eyesight once more and he felt the pressing of steel against his throat, barely piercing the skin, but enough for him to feel the skin.

“Unless you can fulfill my requirements within three days,” The figure mumbled, so low and harsh that he could barely pick the words up within his fright.

“W-..what sort of…” His voice stilled as he felt the sword against his throat more conceivable as if he were afraid it would slice through him if he spoke too much. The figure growled in agitation and urged him to continue. “requirements are they?” He asked astutely.

Silence befell the two with breath of fear from Koenma and a searing glare from the other. They stayed within their position as death seemed to creep into the hollowed sights of his mind. He seemed frozen, paralyzed within the gaze of those deep red eyes and yet they continued to look in total control, promising him a bloody demise.

“Bring the secretary of the treasury, Tanmio Fearia to the outskirts of Spirit World and leave him there to die.” Was the answer that came causing him to blink in confusion and try to ask a question that he was sure to never have answered.

Since before he could even ask it, he was suddenly dropped to the ground and the figure was no longer there, with only the broken speaker and swinging glass doors to prove there ever was someone besides him within the room.

He panted loudly and glanced around as a hand moved up to wipe the sweat off his brow. He was confused, he was scared, and most utterly in a state of shock.

What could the Mistress of Shadows want with his Secretary of Treasury; the most important employee besides his Spirit Detectives that he could have?

“What… what just happened?” He asked him self while lost of breath.



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Meant to be short, gets longer later.