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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › YYH
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
850
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dear Brother
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Chapter 4:
Dear Brother
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Morning had finally dawned on Makai and the human family had fallen asleep out of pure exhaustion some time during the night. Their peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted though, when a cry rang through the air and all three of them sat up to see Kurama in his red headed form, rubbing his burning hand angrily. Shiori gasped when Kurama lunged at the door, grabbing the bars and pulling as hard as he could until his hands were bleeding from the burns and he finally pulled away, panting harshly, glaring at the door. The red head was seething with anger and frustration as everyone, demon and human alike, watched him with both worry and fear..
Shiori, seeing that her son had returned to his casual form, thought it was safe to approach him. She placed a gentle hand on her son’s shoulder and she was unexpectedly slapped across the face. Kurama hit her with such force that the woman was knocked completely off her feet.
Lucky to still even be alive, Shiori sat up, rubbing her burning cheek as she moved away from her son, terrified that he would attack her. Shuichi-kun and Hatanaka were just as shocked as Shiori was as they looked at the boy now facing them, wild with rage.
“Shuichi, What’s gotten into you!” Hatanaka shouted, forgetting his fear momentarily.
“They. Will. Not. Keep. Me.” Kurama growled, raising his ki rapidly until the air around him began to darken into a hunter green aura. Hatanaka pulled Shiori onto the bed and moved his family away to protect them.
Kurama’s mind was so drowned by anger that he didn’t notice the cell door behind him open and by the time he did realize, it was too late. A strong fist was brought down forcefully against the back of his head, knocking the youko to the floor. The wards had already drained much of his ki, preventing him from slaughtering the one who dared attack him, and he had used up the rest of his expendable energy in a final attempt to escape; little did they know Kurama’s true reason for raising his youki to such dangerous levels.
Shiori moved to help her son, but Hatanaka quickly forbade Shiori to go near him and they all watched in shock, terror and confusion at the demon standing proudly behind Kurama, who was trying to move away.
“Now, now. You should know better than to strike your mother, Kurama. That was cold even for you.” The demon’s voice was beautifully deep and rich; the voice matched his features. He had long, glossy black hair that cascaded gracefully down his back to his waist and the most gorgeous misty blue eyes. The family knew this demon was also related to the canine family by his black ears and tail, similar to Yoko’s.
Kurama crawled over to the bed and leaned against it. He knew that voice well, but he didn’t want to believe it. Slowly, the red head turned and his green eyes widened slightly at the figure in the doorway.
“No... Y-you’re dead.” Kurama stuttered tensely, locking eyes with his attacker.
“Oh, I assure you, Yoko; I am very much alive. No thanks to you.” The demon growled. He stepped towards the kitsune and smirked when Kurama attempted to back away. This didn’t discourage him however, and he leaned over, grabbing a handful of Kurama’s hair, and lifted him to his feet. “What’s the matter? That’s no way to greet your big brother. Where’s my hug?” Kurama still panted harshly when the dark haired demon laughed at him, but made no move to harm him in any way. He remained still, glaring at his so called ‘brother’.
“What do you want, Nashua?” Kurama growled, balling his fists tightly. His family was too scared to even move, let alone help him. It was for their own good too.
“Well, at least you remember my name.” Nashua chuckled and threw the kitsune to the door where three guards grabbed him and carried him off. The humans were not spared. After the demon left the cell, more guards entered and removed the family as well, leading them down the corridor behind the others.
Shiori noticed that the further they walked, the darker the hall became until they were pushed into an empty room consisting of only a few guards, Kurama, and Nashua. It was cold and damp inside the room, lit only by torches lined up along the wall. The three were quickly tied up and placed on chairs a distance away from a large slab of stone in the center, where Kurama was tied down..
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Chapter 4:
Dear Brother
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Morning had finally dawned on Makai and the human family had fallen asleep out of pure exhaustion some time during the night. Their peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted though, when a cry rang through the air and all three of them sat up to see Kurama in his red headed form, rubbing his burning hand angrily. Shiori gasped when Kurama lunged at the door, grabbing the bars and pulling as hard as he could until his hands were bleeding from the burns and he finally pulled away, panting harshly, glaring at the door. The red head was seething with anger and frustration as everyone, demon and human alike, watched him with both worry and fear..
Shiori, seeing that her son had returned to his casual form, thought it was safe to approach him. She placed a gentle hand on her son’s shoulder and she was unexpectedly slapped across the face. Kurama hit her with such force that the woman was knocked completely off her feet.
Lucky to still even be alive, Shiori sat up, rubbing her burning cheek as she moved away from her son, terrified that he would attack her. Shuichi-kun and Hatanaka were just as shocked as Shiori was as they looked at the boy now facing them, wild with rage.
“Shuichi, What’s gotten into you!” Hatanaka shouted, forgetting his fear momentarily.
“They. Will. Not. Keep. Me.” Kurama growled, raising his ki rapidly until the air around him began to darken into a hunter green aura. Hatanaka pulled Shiori onto the bed and moved his family away to protect them.
Kurama’s mind was so drowned by anger that he didn’t notice the cell door behind him open and by the time he did realize, it was too late. A strong fist was brought down forcefully against the back of his head, knocking the youko to the floor. The wards had already drained much of his ki, preventing him from slaughtering the one who dared attack him, and he had used up the rest of his expendable energy in a final attempt to escape; little did they know Kurama’s true reason for raising his youki to such dangerous levels.
Shiori moved to help her son, but Hatanaka quickly forbade Shiori to go near him and they all watched in shock, terror and confusion at the demon standing proudly behind Kurama, who was trying to move away.
“Now, now. You should know better than to strike your mother, Kurama. That was cold even for you.” The demon’s voice was beautifully deep and rich; the voice matched his features. He had long, glossy black hair that cascaded gracefully down his back to his waist and the most gorgeous misty blue eyes. The family knew this demon was also related to the canine family by his black ears and tail, similar to Yoko’s.
Kurama crawled over to the bed and leaned against it. He knew that voice well, but he didn’t want to believe it. Slowly, the red head turned and his green eyes widened slightly at the figure in the doorway.
“No... Y-you’re dead.” Kurama stuttered tensely, locking eyes with his attacker.
“Oh, I assure you, Yoko; I am very much alive. No thanks to you.” The demon growled. He stepped towards the kitsune and smirked when Kurama attempted to back away. This didn’t discourage him however, and he leaned over, grabbing a handful of Kurama’s hair, and lifted him to his feet. “What’s the matter? That’s no way to greet your big brother. Where’s my hug?” Kurama still panted harshly when the dark haired demon laughed at him, but made no move to harm him in any way. He remained still, glaring at his so called ‘brother’.
“What do you want, Nashua?” Kurama growled, balling his fists tightly. His family was too scared to even move, let alone help him. It was for their own good too.
“Well, at least you remember my name.” Nashua chuckled and threw the kitsune to the door where three guards grabbed him and carried him off. The humans were not spared. After the demon left the cell, more guards entered and removed the family as well, leading them down the corridor behind the others.
Shiori noticed that the further they walked, the darker the hall became until they were pushed into an empty room consisting of only a few guards, Kurama, and Nashua. It was cold and damp inside the room, lit only by torches lined up along the wall. The three were quickly tied up and placed on chairs a distance away from a large slab of stone in the center, where Kurama was tied down..
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