Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Life Of Another World ❯ Enter the Demon World ( Chapter 1 )

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

I do not own them and noooo I’m not bashing the author… it’s just a story. I rather like the author of the series. So yeah. No sue me.

I felt a warm breeze blow over me and the smell of pine waft to my nose and it twitched; there aren’t any pine trees here. I hadn’t smelled pine in years and yet this was the distinct smell of fresh pine that I hadn’t smelt since my youth. I couldn’t control the curiosity as another waft of the pine scent blew through my open window; I stood, leaning far out the window and all around my room. Seeing nothing, I went to my backyard, following the smell that was now extremely strong. I heard a rustle in the limbs of an old oak tree directly above my head and my neck shot up to look. A few leaves fluttered down to me and I began to be suspicious; then I spotted the culprit, a chipmunk chirped at me quizzically from the bouncing branch. I sighed hanging my head as my shoulders slumped; I needed to get more sleep at night if a chipmunk was going to make me scared. You’re going to go insane if you stay up late again tonight Sakura. That’s it! Sleep at nine today! I huffed at myself and I returned to the house, shutting the door behind me as I padded back to my room on the hardwood floors; my socks slipping lighting as I skidded into my room and flopped to my bed. Maybe a nap would do me some good; I’m a little stressed anyway with the new deadline at work. That stupid physical I have to get. Why do I have to get one? I just got it last year. My anger was obvious as I opened my green eyes again to stare at my ceiling, “Stupid job.” I muttered and closed my eyes once again.

This time, a dark shadow fell over my closed lids and they shot open, meeting the red eyes of a man leaning over me. I screamed, “Stay back!” I sat up, almost hitting the man with my head as I scooted back on the bed, my back against the wall. I grabbed for something on my nightstand and pulled up a spoon and waved it at my intruder threateningly.

He raised a brow at me, his glowing red eyes looking at the spoon, “You’re going to spoon me to death?”, a hint of amusement in his deep voice.

“It’s happened before!” I yell, “Now go away! What are you doing in my room! How did you get in here?” I snapped at him.

His lips started to grace a smile then stopped, “I won’t hurt you so put the spoon down.” He seemed to growl.

“No! A strange man appears in my room with glowing red eyes and I’m supposed to not be frightened! I don’t think so! I’ll call the cops!”

“Shut up and stop yelling!” He growled his voice louder than before. It was at this time I noticed a sheathed sword on his side and I clamped down on my tongue and the spoon flopped to the covers of my bed.

“What do you want?” I tried to act sweetly, but the fear in my voice made it quiver.

His red eyes looked at me, “I–I wanted to talk to you.”

My shoulders slumped, “You want to talk?” I asked blandly. He nodded and I cleared my throat, “Have you heard of a psychiatrist?”

“I can’t go to a psychiatrist.” He growled again, “Baka, I’m a demon.”

“DEMON!” My voice was high and squeaked, “You are not!”

Those red eyes looked at me again and I gasped. “My name is Hiei and you know me.”

Suddenly, realization dawned on me. The white scarf around his neck, the black cloak, the red eyes, the black hair with a tint of blue near a white streak; he was dressed like the Hiei in Yu Yu Hakusho. “You’re insane!” I accused.

“Baka! I am not!”

I peered at him, “Don’t you think you’re taking this obsession of a cartoon a little too seriously? I mean come on, I love it but for Pete’s sake! This is more than a little overboard! And take off those crummy contacts will you!”

“Shut up!” He boomed and I suddenly remembered the sword at his side and pushed my back against the wall. “Could a human do this?” He growled and held his hand open, a flame bursting from it. I gasped. I didn’t see anything that could be used to light a flame of fire in his hand.
I peered at him then, my heart racing. “Y–you really are a d–demon?”

“Yes.” He said softly.

In one moment I went from accusing the demon to being deathly afraid… a demon in my room… demons are horrible creatures that inflict pain… I had heard the stories. They were ruthless, wanting nothing but to destroy people for the sheer fun of their pain. “Oh no,” I whispered, “Please don’t hurt me.”

He huffed, obviously frustrated, “You do not understand; I’m not a demon in that sense.” His red eyes looked away from me for the first time as he sat on the bed, “We’re not that ruthless. Though some of us do hate humans; we’re strictly forbidden to harm them.”

Remembering his character in the Japanese Comic I peered at his slumped shoulders, “Y–you do sometimes though.”

“You can’t believe everything you read in the stories, pet. The author takes some liberties; apparently I’m not interesting enough for his story.” He growled.

I looked over the name and was going to continue my questions when I noticed he was taller than the anime depicted and I also noticed his hair was a lot shorter and less spiky and pointy than the artwork portrayed. “I see.” I whispered, “But you are a demon?”

“Not in the way you think. We’re just another race, put into another dimension; that, at least, the author left in. It’s called the demon word, of course you know that.” He continued when I remained silent, “He interviewed us during the Dark Tournament and then ran with everything else in the series except a few other things that managed to stay the same.”

“Tournament?” I gulped and I knew he could hear it because he turned to me, those burning red eyes huffing again. I saw the way that tournament looked and it wasn’t a happy sight.

“No, no, no. You misunderstand again. We have tournaments regularly, he caught the preliminaries. And yes, we are somewhat… mean and ruthless.” He sighed; obviously the words were not what he wanted to say. “We fight to improve our abilities. And yes, we have casualties… we are a rough race.” He sighed again, his eyes half closing.

I felt a twinge of regret at believing what I had and making him say words he didn’t want. I sighed, “So why me then? Why, out of all the people who would have more likely to believe this story? Why did you pick me?”

I shivered as his blood red eyes looked at me, “Because, you have enough doubt to not be blind.”

What! What the crap did that mean! I mean, yeah, I doubt a lot but… yeesh. That was an insult that went straight to my heart and deflated my ego like a balloon being sat on. “I see.” I lied.
He chuckled softly, “No you don’t.” His eyes looked at me again, “Your doubt, it makes you seek and search out the truth. You don’t believe blindly in what others say; not until you have proof. “

Oh, ok. So that means, I may have doubts about everything but at least I do not blindly believe everything. What a compliment. I snicker inwardly and roll my ‘inner eyes’, “Ok.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” He growls.

My mouth drops open. He could… well of course he can. He’s Hiei from the story, telepathic of course. I sigh and then my attention is drawn to the white scarf on his forehead, “What else in the story is true?”

Those red eyes burn at me and he ducks his head, “Some things are best left alone.”

That gaze stops me in my tracks and I retreat to safer questions, “So, what about your arm?” He pulls his cloak off, revealing the black tank top and muscular arms. On his right is indeed a tattoo of a dragon; but no wards. I’m almost disappointed at the sight.

I supposed he sensed that and smirked, “I don’t need wards. It’s another technique. When he saw me, it was bandaged from a fight. I told him I couldn’t fully control the dragon technique and it was hard to contain once unleashed. He took the bandages and the truth and merged them.” He looked at me again, “I can control it better now.”

“Obviously.” Then my mind flashed to another part in the manga, “And Yukina?” I blurted out before I could hold my tongue. I saw his eyes flash at me in anger and I bit down hard on my tongue, I could taste the coppery blood that I had drawn and I squeezed my eyes shut briefly.

“Yukina can control ice. She is an Ice Maiden, as the writer stated.” He turned his head away, “Usually, if there are twins in the demon race, they have opposing powers as well as looks.”
It was obvious that he meant they were siblings; she had, what I assumed to be; light hair; he had dark; she was short and he was tall. I sighed and whispered, “She doesn’t know?”

“Hn.” Apparently, that little tidbit the author of the manga had kept true to life as well as the famous ‘word’ of Hiei’s.

I was silent, not exactly knowing what to ask next; not sure I wanted to know the answers if could think of the questions. It wasn’t like my entire world was just rocked down and found out that a manga that I had been so fond of was actually real and I was more than a little shocked by that fact. He noticed my silence and I noticed his eyes that looked over me softly; that was not in the manga! I cleared my throat, searching for something to say, “Are you hungry?” Are you hungry! What kind of a question is that! Why would I want to invite a demon to stay with me longer than a few minutes anyway? Maybe I really am going insane….

He chuckles, “Sakura, I could eat.”

Silently I fixed my guest some dinner: a salad. As I sat it down in front of him his red eyes looked at me a little unsure and a little shocked. I crossed my arms, “What? You didn’t specify what you wanted and you need to eat healthy anyway.” I felt the need to prove my health actions to him and huffed when he took a more than unpleasant bite of the salad. It wasn’t like I hadn’t put something other than dressing on lettuce; I had put ham, three cheeses, turkey, carrots, cucumbers, radishes, and a lot more. It was a salad the finest restaurants would have served; and yet here this ‘demon race’ thing was wrinkling his nose. “Fine! If you don’t want it I’ll fix you something else. What do you want?”

The relief look on his face made me sigh in defeat as he smirked, “Anything but salad.”

I sighed again and put some tea on while I made a meal of pan seared fish, asparagus, and some French bread stored in my cabinet. My defeat was evident as I put the plate down in front of him, “Tea?” I offered more than a little annoyed.

He smirked again, “Green Tea?”

“Cherry Blossom Green Tea.” I stated and began pulling a small teacup from the cabinet. As I poured the steaming tea in a cup I sighed, “Sugar substitute?” His grimace showed his disdain for the fake sugar. “Honey Or milk?”

“Nothing, just tea.”

I sighed and put the cup down, the clang of glass on glass making me jump. I sat and nibbled the food, more than a little skeptical still of my ‘demon’ friend… or captor, which ever the case may be. My eyes drift to the sword at his side as I nibble on a stalk of asparagus and I sigh inwardly; I wouldn’t want to do anything to offend him or he might just use that, especially if he’s crazy. He might be an escapee from the insane asylum; but he seemed enough in his right mind; omitting the fact that he thinks he’s a person from s comic. What still puzzled me was the flame in his hand though; he could be a ‘demon’ with that little trick of his. I decided to poke a little further into him, “What about Mukuro?”

He chuckled at my question as he took a sip of tea; at least I think it was at my question. You can’t really tell the difference with a telepathic. “She’s being Mukuro.”

“What about her? Is she half machine, or half human or half something?”

“No; she’s just been horribly disfigured.” He stated simply and continued eating; apparently I had pleased him with my food because he was done in a few seconds and asking for extras. I offered him my fish and bread but kept the asparagus for myself since I had already eaten half of the small pile on my plate.

I was more than a little disappointed that all the facts in the manga weren’t true, “What about the Dark Tournament? The Manga said you were forced?”

“Hardly.” He growled. “Another embellishment. Demons aren’t forced into the tournaments because they are so brutal and many demons do… pass on.” He glanced at me, “It’s merely for sport and is closely guarded to make sure no one is ‘forced’ to fight. The tournament is held once a year and other tournaments are held throughout the year to pass the time.” He glanced down at his empty plate, a frown tugging at his lips as he looked back up at me.

I wasn’t shocked to learn that the tournaments were on a different gauge, apparently the writer of the manga embellished more than I could imagine. Than again, another part of me doubted if any of this was true; after all, the only proof I had seen was fire in Hiei’s hand. Which is significant in proof standing; but I was still hoping there was an explanation to it. I sighed and stared at him while he sipped the tea, “And what about Yusuke and Kuwabara?”

The look of disgust on his face when I mentioned the last name told me everything I needed to know.