Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ True Blue ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

True Blue

Chapter Seven

or, Cold Blue

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Um….. ah……… I just finished Chapter Six, and seeing as I won't be able to sleep anytime soon, I figured I'd do Chapter Seven as well.

DISCLAIMER: What am I typing about again?

KEY:

(A/N- author's note)

(regular part of story, unless noted otherwise)

//telepathic message//

-thoughts-

"speaking"

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him

`Til he cried out, in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains

The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkle

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It was late when the boys reached Elektra's apartment, and when Kurama flipped the light switch it took awhile for their eyes to adjust to the sudden, swarming brightness.

"What the fuck…" Yusuke exclaimed.

To say the domicile was trashed would be a vast understatement. The floor was strewn with pans from the kitchen, miscellaneous objects from the shelves, and assorted rubble. The walls were painted with dirt and dust and debris.

"It's a mess." Kurama breathed.

"It does appear that way." Hiei remarked sharply.

Yusuke, who still held the unconscious shape- shifter, waded through the wreckage to the room he assumed was hers. But to his surprise, her room was untouched.

"The weird just got weirder." He murmured to no one in particular. Indeed, she had kept her room tidy, and it remained that way.

With a sharp expelling of air, the Spirit Detective set her rather clumsily on her bed.

Something still wasn't right, he decided, sitting on the edge of her mattress. And after a few futile moments spent scratching the back of his head, he remembered what it was.

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Koenma had tossed and turned in his bed the entire night, so when the phone rang on his night table (A/N- What are those little tablethingies right next to a person's bed called? I forget. But then again, I don't have one, because we're `poor'.) it should not have upset him so. But it did.

Grumbling obscenities no prince should ever hear, let alone mutter, he groped for the source of that obnoxious ringing.

"Hello?" He mumbled groggily.

"Koenma!" Yusuke greeted him enthusiastically. The prince grimaced. "I have good news."

"I'm all ears."

There was a shuffling at the other end of the line. In the background, Kurama's distinctly elegant voice could be heard.

"Are you talking to Koenma?"

"Yeah." Yusuke snapped back. "Why? Ow, leggo the phone, fox boy!"

"Koenma?" Kurama breathed into the receiver.

"Yes, yes, I'm still here." The prince rubbed his temples.

"We got Elektra back."

After covering the receiver with his palm to mutter a few choice curses, He replied, "That is good news."

"Mm." Kurama agreed. "She's a little cut up in some places, but she's a strong girl and I'm positive I can heal her."

That woke Koenma up. "Is she bleeding?"

"Profusely."

"Damn." Koenma massaged the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Um, okay, don't touch her, alright? Don't lay a finger on her bare skin."

Kurama, though he did not completely understand, nodded. "Alright."

"I'll be right over."

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Kurama peered outside the door to be certain the others were occupied with their own matters. To his luck, Yusuke was sprawled out on the torn couch, Hiei was brooding in a corner and Kuwabara was entertaining himself with inspecting the mess. Yes, it was just as if they were in their own homes.

The kitsune smiled to himself and closed the door. He found a chair and collapsed roughly, shifting his exhausted aching muscles. It had been a long night and he was tired. But however the prospect of slumber might have been, he knew he had to resist.

He sat up and rested his chin on his palm. Across from him the shape- shifter seemed to stir in her subconscious. Kurama tensed, emerald eyes bright and alert but she didn't move.

And then, oddly enough, she stirred again.

Slowly, a figure emerged from the shape- shifter's body. She was a young woman, clad in a black gossamer gown that closely followed her slight curves. She sat at her host's body and grinned at him, red lips curved on her pale face, raven waves cascading freely down her shoulders.

It was Elektra, he knew, but she was different, different in way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

She rose, and he saw that she was not flesh, but a translucent vision. Seeing his puzzlement, she revolved slowly on her heel, as if to say, "I am here. I am real." And Kurama knew she was right. She stepped towards him, the hem of her deep- cut gown long enough to trail after her feet.

Their eyes caught and held. Again, that captivating smile. He found himself being pulled towards her, enchanted by the wave of her hand as she produced a black rose out of thin air.

It was perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen. The bloom had yet to fully open; the glossy ebony petals only slightly unfurled. Her slender fingers curved around the long stem as she offered it to him, the thorns pricking the white skin of her palm.

He reached out to take it, not noticing how his fingers passed through hers, only experiencing the chill of her smooth skin as he grasped the blossom. She ran her now free hand through his hair and pressed her lips against his cheek, enjoying the feel of his shiver under her cool breath.

And then she pulled back, suddenly, her face wiped of her smile, now replaced with surprise and what Kurama mistook for fear. She took one last glance at him, and with a swirl of skirts, she was gone.

There was a knock at the door, revealing that Koenma had arrived.

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AUHTOR'S NOTE: I love Elektra. She's so cool.

Yusuke: *still wearing duct tape over his mouth* Mmmf mmf mf mmmmf? (Can I go to sleep yet?)

LC: *reading over chapter for the 11th time* Perhaps.

Yusuke: Mmf mmmmf? (Why not?)

LC: I haven't posted yet.

Yusuke: *sweat drops*

LC: But if you wish to speed up the process, then by all means, say those four little words.

Yusuke: *sighs, if such a thing is possible when one is wearing duct tape over their mouth* Mmmf mmf mmmf. (Read and review)

LC: *raises eyebrow*

Yusuke: Mmmf. (Please.)

LC: Bien. Merci beaucoup, monsieur.

Yusuke: *glowers*

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<^> LC's Quote of the week <^>

"I shall call him Kura. And he shall be mine. And he shall be my Kura."

~ Marissa

(Note: this is Rissa's quote. Please don't use it without crediting her. And Pixar. But mostly Rissa)