Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Strange and Unexpected Beginnings ❯ Apprehension ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

And here's Chapter 4! This one took a bit longer; it was a bit harder to express what I wanted. Not to mention coming up with what happens next, and making it long enough to satisfy all of you readers out there! At this point I'm not sure how many chapters this is going to be, probably not more than 10-12, but you never know.

“Random” dialogue

` Random' thoughts Random emphasis

() () (): Denotes scene and/or time change

Vocabulary Corner: (Pay attention, children!)

Kitsune: Fox

Youkai: Just demon pretty much in this case

Sweatdrop: (Yes, there are some readers that are unfamiliar with this!) A large tear-shaped drop that appears on the back of characters heads; denotes embarrassment.

Suffix “Chan”: Used at the end of one's name; a term of affection for girls or crushes

Suffix “ Kun”: Same as Chan except for Males

Previously:

“Hold on.” He tore the cloth from his outfit and wrapped it around the wound. “That should hold for the moment. But it won't last for long.”

The kit stared; she had no idea what to think of all this, so she remained silent. That was when Youko noticed that she was freezing. She felt absolutely frigid, almost death-like. Walking back up the mountain, and returning with the late Kitoru's cloak, he bundled Natsumi up tightly. Then he lifted her as gently as possible, and dashed down the mountain, Natsumi still curled up against his chest. Taking on last look at her captor, Natsumi fell unconscious.

And now.... Voila chapitre 4: Apprehension

“What the hell is with that kitsune lately?” Kuronue cursed. “Running off like that without an explanation...probably because he needed an emergency fuck!”

“Boy, Youko was right. You've been sounding rather… `mately' lately.”

A young male approached the seething demon. He was a few inches shorter than the chimera, probably about five feet, nine inches. He had a full head of messy violet hair, and bangs that partially obscured his eyes, which were also violet. Like most of the other bandits, he donned the standard white fighter's outfit, supported by a dark blue sash around his waist.

“Fuck you, Kitanaru.” Kuronue snapped. “I'm not worried anyway, I'm pissed `cause he's been blowing me off!”

“Maybe you want him blowing you.”

One brutal crunch later, Kitanaru found himself on the ground with a nasty little bump on the
back of his head, which was bleeding profusely.”

“How dare you!” Kuronue made sure to kick his fallen `comrade' as well. “You take that back! Take it back!”

“Fine, fine...” Kitanaru smirked, brushing himself off as he stood up again.

“You have no sense of humor. Rest assured, it'll probably return when your lover returns.”

“...Bastard.”

“Aw, you didn't have to compliment me, but thanks.”

“ I should kill you, but I MIGHT regret it later… so just get out of my sight.” Kuronue then turned his back on Kitanaru.

“The nerve... hmph.”

Kitanaru sweatdropped. He was such a snob sometimes. It was then that he caught sight of their leader returning, and moved to greet him. He froze as he studied the sight before him. Why the hell was Youko covered practically head- to- toe in blood? Their raids weren't that messy. Kuronue beat him there.

“What in the seven hells happened to you?” A random organ dropped onto his shoulder.

“Bleechhh...that's disgusting.” Kuronue brushed it away, although the blood and fluid left a large stain.

Kitanaru snickered. “For a thief, you sure are a pussy...”

For once he was ignored. Oblivious to the cold shoulder, he was the next to notice the strange appearance of their leader.

“Whoa, Youko. What the hell? Just how many women did you take in one night? Must've been virgins, too...”

“....”

”...”

The kitsune and the chimera shot him a nasty look.

“God you're an idiot.” They informed Kitanaru in unison.

“You don't have to deny your urges,” Kitanaru walked over to Youko and put a hand on his shoulder. “Even the best of us lose control sometimes.” This action proved to be a mistake, the fox's voice grew softer and more dangerous, as he shot his teammate a less- than-friendly look.

“I would remove your hand, if you want to be able to have women of your own ever again....” He stated calmly, with perhaps a trace of a growl. “ Or maybe you want to end up like Kitoru…?”

Kitanaru removed his hand obediently, backing off a couple of steps.

“Huh? That hunter? What are you talking about?” Kuronue shoved pass him, as roughly as possible. Honestly, the boy was a decent thief, but… the `brains' department…

“So, finally got that son of a bitch? He was starting to really piss me off.”

That's when Kuronue noticed the unconscious body in his arms. He moved over for a closer look.

“Hn....first time you've ever brought one of your lovers back with you....what the fuck?” He jumped back.

“I-It's that brat from before! Get her away, get her away!” He made the sign of a cross with his fingers.

“Grow up, will you? I found her after Kitoru beat the hell out of her.” He exposed the kit to show the evidence.

“Now if you'll excuse me, I need to fix up this little one, and clean this…mess off.” With these words Kurama headed for one of the large tents set up in the clearing.

“Since when did you care about a whelp like that?” Kuronue asked of the leader, but either he didn't hear him or simply ignored him.

“I believe he's grown soft. Could it be the influence of romance?” Kitanaru piped up, staring unblinkingly at Kuronue, a glitter in his eyes. SLAM! Kitanaru flew into a tree. When he composed himself there was no one around.

“Where's the love...?”

() () ()

It still hurt like hell, but at least she was awake. That darkness was unnerving her more every minute. But, wait a minute, just WHERE did she wake up? The last thing she remembered was Youko Kurama carrying her off to some God-forsaken place. Maybe to beat her more. But....

Flashback

“Just hold on.”

End flashback

It didn't make sense that he'd want to save her after he'd comforted her, for whatever reason. Well either way, she could barely move. Well she had to at least try.

“...!” SNAP! “OW!”

Big mistake. Her leg felt as if it had been snapped in two. There was no going anywhere with this little handicap. Sitting back on the bed, she took a long look at her surroundings. Bed...? Where the heck was she? It was pitch- black, save for a ray of sunlight spilling through the roof. Her bed was a soft sea of sapphire, with the pillows fluffed just right. Natsumi felt the walls of the place, trying to figure out her environment. It didn't seem like any cave to her. Dark green material swayed gently with the breeze. This was all, so strange.

` What should I do...'

There had to be an escape route. The kit's thoughts were interrupted by an unfamiliar silhouette. One belonged to a woman, with long black hair outlined with gray, oddly enough. Her eyes were pools of dark gray with faint traces of black deep within. Natsumi could not interpret any more details from the dim lighting. Or maybe she chose not to care about anything else except whether this unfamiliar demon was a threat or not. She could not afford to be forced into battle again, but what choice did she have? She moved back on the bed as the figure approached, desperately searching for any sort of weapon. Unfortunately for her, there were not none to be found

“Easy there.” A low, feminine voice eased.

“We had to take your little weapon away so you wouldn't gouge our eyes out the second you woke up. Now, relax, damn it! You're making yourself bleed heavily again, and it took forever just to minimize the bleeding.”

“Go away.”

Natsumi didn't trust these people at all, especially since she was weaponless.

“Unnh...” Damn, the wench was right; the blood was seeping through. Wait a minute, who bandaged her in the first place? The demon woman approached.

“Oh for God sake child, let me take care of it.” She held Natsumi firmly but gently.

“Youko told me to keep an eye out for you. The name's Masami by the way.” Masami began to undo the kit's bandages, relieved not to be struggling against any more resistance. It would make things considerably easier.

“He got you good, kid. Though it's nothing I can't handle.” She turned to a small basin of water that rested upon the wooden floor and soaked a piece of cloth in it, gently dabbing at the kit's wounds.

“Why am I here,” Natsumi asked. “How come you didn't kill me, and why'd he save me?”

Masami looked up from her work. “Dear God, do you think we're barbarians? We don't murder little kits. My guess is that in the miniscule part of his black-heart soul he felt sorry for ya. And don't give me that look. I know damn well you're glad to be here, alive and fairly well.”

Natsumi scowled. “ I'm not weak. I can take care of myself.” How dare they? She had survived in this damn wilderness for as long as she could remember.

“Never said you were kid,” Masami replied, resuming reparations on the kitsune. “Don't be so bloody stubborn, you were obviously not strong enough to beat that hunter. Beating yourself up about it ain't gonna change things. What kind of student would you be if you didn't learn to accept defeat now and then?” Next Masami worked on Natsumi's head, which also had been
bandaged without her knowledge apparently.

“What are you talking about?” Now the kit was bewildered. Student? What the hell? Her thoughts were cut short by another figure entering the tent. This one Natsumi recognized almost right away. That thief she caught snooping around her territory. And also the one who had saved her life...

“ She means that I'm training you.” The fox-man stated, as if it were quite obvious. “And a real fighter, a talented fighter never loses. Like myself, for instance.”

Masami rolled her eyes.

“It's good to see you awake. You can go now, Masami, I wish to speak to the child alone.”

He waited for the woman to leave before refocusing his attention on Natsumi again. “You seem to be recovering a little faster than I thought, although you're still in no condition for strenuous activity. Including fighting.” A small grin presented itself on his pale face.

“Why? What do you want with me? And don't treat me like I'm weak!”

“It's as I said, my little spitfire. I quite like your spirit and am willing to help you push your potential, if you comply. Just imagine how strong you could be... You might even be useful to ME.”

“Why are you doing this for me? Why did you save me?”

Boy, this child was suspicious, but it would prove to be a good trait in years to come. He gently pushed the child back down on the bed.

“It does not matter. Rest and regain your strength. I had to endure the rotting intestines of a demon to get you out of there. Not pleasant at all, I might add.”

“....”

The kitsune made his way to the tent's exit.

“If you're in need of anything, I have subordinates on standby. Good night.” He left her alone with her thoughts.

Natsumi just stared. This was so strange, but she knew the kitsune was not deceiving her. There was just something about him she could sense...how bizarre. Sleep soon overtook her thoughts however, and she worried no more.

Oh, my god, finally done with Chapter 4! cheers Of course, I could have written more, but I didn't want to keep you waiting too much longer! I've been sooo busy, the homework's been harder than Youko in a brothel! Hehe…I couldn't resist!

Youko: Bitch...

Me: Can't deny the truth! Man-whore...

Anyway, see you guys in Chapter 5!