Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Strings ❯ The Main Event Begins ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I am not the proud owner of the YYH characters. T_T Maybe Yoshihiro will share?

Hiei: Onna, get yourself together!

Me: T_T

Hiei: *smack*

Me: O.O

A/N: <words bracketed like this are in the Divine…just not translated heh>

~The Main Event Begins…

"Kit I wondered if you might remind me, what the name of your god was?"

The air rushes from your lungs in a whoosh of relief. Although you may have been able to hold your tongue, you sincerely doubt you could hide anything from those soulful green eyes. You give him a weak smile, and he gives you an odd look. At least your behavior seems to baffle him.

"Kitev, High Lord of time and space."

"High Lord?"

You nod. "Yes, the King of the five great gods." He nods thoughtfully.

"Thank you." He smiles and gives your hand a reassuring pat. "I want to do some research on your culture. Perhaps we can find a way to make you feel more comfortable here." His smile is genuine, but the look in his eyes makes you wonder. He says goodbye, and that he will see you at dinner, and all the while you wonder what he might be up to.

The door shuts behind him and you wait a moment before leaping to your feet and bolting it. You cannot be disturbed. A quick look around reveals both books sitting on the dresser, but your eyes are all for the God Book. Reverently you pick it up and sit down with it, ready to muddle through the pages of Divine, and try to discern the best way to summon your god.

The lettering is dark blue, hand-written, and entirely in the Divine, both language and alphabet. You wish you'd had time to study it more, but _______(your age) is hardly enough time to learn all of this complex language. At least you know the alphabet. For a while you stare at the pages, understanding snatches here and there, and rapidly growing more and more frustrated with your inability to understand. You rub at your eyes and consider giving up and looking at what the other book has to teach you, when suddenly something catches your eye. For a moment the lettering seems to glow and when you look down again it makes sense!

With great enthusiasm, you begin to devour the book page after page until you come to the part you were looking for. The explanations are simple, and it seems that little is required of you to summon your lord, since you are a priestess. You don't even question how you were able to suddenly understand, instead you simply accept the gift and turn to the appropriate page for the summoning.

There is a depiction of Kitev, long dark hair and blue eyes, the face of an older, but none-the-less handsome man. You trace the outlines of his features, and think to yourself how loving he looks, like a parent or a grandparent. If only you could have been so lucky! Shaking such thoughts from your brain you turn to the task at hand. You stand up and walk over to the window, breaking away the largest piece you can find before returning to your seat. You pull the book into your lap, and begin.

<Book of the Ancients, send my prayer.> You press the tip of the glass into your palm. <By priestly blood and sacred tongue, Kitev you are summoned.> Im trow phet kah.(so mote it be)

Blood wells slowly into the small wound, and you use your other hand to squeeze it out faster. After making a lazy trail down your palm, the droplets fall one…two…three… and you watch in awe as they are absorbed one by one into the pages. You hold your breath and wait.

You expect a flash of light, a puff of smoke, and then to have your deity standing before you in all his godly glory. You expect a clap of thunder a flash of lightening, and then he will speak and ask what you will have of him. You expect everything and anything except what happens. Nothing. There is no flashy entrance, no quiet one either, there is absolutely zero, and you can't imagine what the heck is taking so long. The chills that had been parading along your arm cease.

You bite your lip and clench your fists in rage. A howl catches itself in your throat, dying to break free. 'Just a moment more,' you tell yourself, but the moment slips away, along with several more. Finally you can hold it in no more. Slamming the book shut you scream, and heave it across the room, shattering the dresser mirror.

"You bastard!' you snarl. "Can't you even show up?" Tears race down your cheek, unnoticed by you. "I lived for you," you wail, "I died for you! And now where are you?" Your face burns from the excursion of screaming. Even still you are about to scream more when the door to your room slams inward, shattering the lock and you look up to see Kurama and Genkai gaping at you.

Genkai opens her mouth to speak but the words sound so strange. What dialect, what language is she speaking? Crumbling to your knees you cover your ears to shut her out. What if it's a spell? Then a pair of hands clamp down over yours and turn your face up. Kurama looks worried, and at the same time curious. It's like he's determined to figure this out on his own. Slowly, you drop your hands and his fall away.

"Kit, what happened? Who were you shouting at? Why are you crying?"

You bat angrily at your tears, aware of them at last, and say, 'I'm not hungry, go ahead and eat without me tonight." None too gently you pull away, but there's a look in his eyes that says as plainly as words, 'one day you won't turn away.' It makes you shiver. You flop down into the bed and close your eyes, wishing they would go away, and that Kurama's face would leave your brain.

They linger a while uncomfortable with both your outburst, and the mess you've made of your room. Slivers of broken mirror are scattered across the floor in all direction, the book in the middle. You are curled up on your bed, clutching your wounded hand to you chest, desperately hoping they don't notice and find another reason to stay. Especially that Kurama. What business has he got worrying about you all the time? You didn't ask to be taken under his wing!

You heard the soft, light, step step of Genkai's feet. You remember it from the time when you could do nothing but lie still and wait. Is it possible that it was only a few days ago that you'd been like that? It seemed so impossible. But it was true. Perhaps you wouldn't sleep tonight…you're tired of unconsciousness.

You can feel Genkai's eyes on your back as she speaks to Kurama. "Leave her be." The muscles in your back twitch under her scrutiny, and don't relax until you hear both sets of feet making their way for the door.

You wait, curled up so tightly you fear you might shatter until the gentlest touch, but there are no more noises. You open your eyes, slowly, not realizing until then that you'd closed them. It took you several long moments to unclench all of your muscles, and then you eased out of bed. Your room was empty, and moving as quietly as possible, you shut your broken door as much as you could, before plucking the book from the shattered mirror.

With a frustrated grunt you open it again, sure that you've misunderstood something. You knew your understanding of the divine was limited, you must have read something that wasn't there. But the pages of the book seem to open right up to the picture of Kitev, only, his image is no longer there. You flip through the book, thinking you have the wrong page, but it's not, and as you flip through for the third time, the certainty of this becomes apparent.

But what does it mean?

"Kitev," you whisper despairingly.

"Cease your hysterics, child. I'm here." The voice crawls across your skin, almost tangible, vast and thick like the fabric of space, or the rivers of time.

"L-lord?"

"Girl, you summoned me, did you not?" You're hands begin to shake, and you suddenly can't believe he answered.

"My lord, where are you?" you ask, eyes darting around your small room in search of the voice's source.

"Pick up that large piece of mirror, and see…" You reach for a piece about the size of your fist, wondering how you managed to shatter the mirror so effectively, and hold it up to see.

The face looking back at you is not your own, but that of a man. His long dark hair falls in waves about his face, and cool dark blue eyes gaze back at you, dotted with white flecks of starlight, and swirling far, far away. There are laughter lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, but aside from that, you could not call him old. Still, there was something ancient in him, perhaps it was his eyes, perhaps it was simply his presence. Either way, you didn't have to be told whose face you looked upon now.

"Ah, there you are, girl," he smiled. "I've been waiting for you to call."

*~*~*~*

Me: So it's been a while huh? Have you missed me? I MISSED YOU! *glomp* In fact remember how I wanted to post on a regular basis? Well I've decided to trash the idea since…to be honest…I haven't even come close to being successful with that! I guess you'll just get it when you get it ^_^;;

Kurama: Ametank is horrible with deadlines.

Me: Hey! Kurama! When'd you get here?

Kurama: I've always been here.

Me: o.o whoa…deep. @.< (crazy eye hehe)