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Yu Yu Hakusho is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shonen Jump
Weekly, Fuji TV and Studio Pierrot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Kurama,
Kurama, wake up, wake up!" "Ka-kaasan?"
"Wake
up child and fight. Use
your ki, you still have it." "H-how?
I don't know how...." Shuuichi
whimpered. He felt very
weak. "Calm
yourself. Let me guide
you." The voice
whispered softly, but urgently. Shuuichi
felt the power rising within him and without conscious thought,
commanded his plants to attack the youkai, who without compaction had
started to drain him of his ki. Wild
grass and weeds grew in demonic power into sharp pointed tips like
knives and swords and hurled themselves at the female youkai's body. "Aaah!"
The youkai reeled back, sharp knives and swords embedded on her
vital organs, pumping poison into her system.
She did not last another second.
Karasu stared in shock at the demon's cadaver and watched in
renewed fear at the redhead who had transformed into his youko half.
Kurama was back. Youko
kurama's golden eyes glittered coldly and calmly flicked
the shackles on his wrists.
Before Karasu could react, Kurama had
flicked a seed on his chest.
The youko smiled at youkai.
"Farewell
Karasu." *************** Hiei
fell back as a huge explosion wrecked the derelict building where Kurama
was supposed to have been held captive. "Kurama!"
The fire demon quickly flitted, despite the smoke and dust
engulfing the whole area. He
opened his jagan, desperately trying to see a glimpse of the redhead.
There was no sign of Kurama. "What
the...." Kuwabara
gasped and gazed at the rubbles that had been once a building. "What
happened?" Yusuke
asked no one in particular. Hiei
did not answer, but flitted off to find the possibly trapped redhead. If anything happened to Kurama.... *************** Kurama
had transformed back into his human form.
The redhead's face was grim.
He crumpled on the ground, sobbing.
It hadn't worked. He
had asked Inari to help him forget his youko background.
But the past kept coming back to pester him. It was punishment.
His past was never going to let him go.
Kurama wiped off the tears on his eyes and stood up slowly.
He was going to pretend that nothing had happened.
He would go on playing like he had no recollection of the reikai
and the makai. After all,
he had finished off Karasu. The
redhead took a seed on his hair. With
a slight burst of his ki, he fashioned a knife and cut off his already
long hair, a testimony to the final dissolution of the cycle of change.
He was back to being 18-years old again, right back where he
started. ********************************** **********************************
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