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OFFICIAL DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS
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WARNING!!! This piece is NOT recommended for all ages. This fic contains scenes of lemon, yaoi, violence, mutilations, cursing and lots of other stuff that will be VERY disturbing to some readers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu *Yu* Hakusho in anyway. All such rights go to Yoshihiri Togashi and Shueishen Inc. All characters and situations appearing in the Manga and the anime are copyrighted and owned by the above. If you don't recognize the name or location ... it's mine! No portion of this may be copied or reproduced in any way without my express, written consent (Cricket)
All characters and situations herein are fictitious
... any similarities to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Japanese vocabulary:
ki - aura, a type of energy every living thing
possesses
kiryoku - spirit, energy ... or a spirit-like
apparition
Makai - Japan's existing demon world
Ningen - human
yokai - demon, but generally not the evil demon
sort you think of
yomatsu hira-sakai - in Japanese legends, it's
the boundaries of the Lands of Night
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YOMATSU HARA-SAKAI, THE BOUNDS OF
NIGHT : PART 1
by Korogi
Kurama absently wrapped his arms tightly
around the almost child-like boy layingbeside him. The two were intertwined,
neither one in a strap of clothing. It was something that had happened
almost every night this week: Kurama would be
awakened in the middle of the night by a soft
kiss ... Hiei would crawl in bed with him and they'd go from there.
The little yokai had never been this starved for Kurama's attention before.
Still dead asleep, Hiei snuggled
up to Kurama's bare chest and sighed, possibly smiling as he buried his
head deep in Kurama's soft, red hair.
Kurama smiled, closing his eyes
and drawing the child closer to him, before he too drifted back off into
sleep.
Although it was the middle of the
night in Tokyo, Japan, it was still noon in New York City, New York,
and the hustle and bustle of lunch, rush-hour traffic had just begun to
die out, if it was at all possible for traffic in the large city to die
down.
And it was here, through the back
alleys of the city that a young boy by the name of Jason Murry raced keenly
through the narrow passages, expertly dodging trash cans, bums and stray
alley cats.
He reached into the pocket of his
coat and retrieved a red, glowing object as he ran ... some sort of jewel.
He smiled and thrust it back into his pocket and continued running.
He knew these alleys like the back of his hand ... what with all his drug-running
and business deals, he needed a way to get lost from the cops.
Above Jason Murry as he ran, the
sky suddenly darkened, as if a huge, thundercloud had choked out the sun.
It was nothing ... storms rolled in off the Atlantic all the time, nearly
everyday ... and he continued on without another thought to it, neither
worrying about the growing darkness or the lack of regular street mice
and alley cats.
... that was, until, an ominous
groan soon followed.
Stupidly, Jason slid to a halt and
stopped in the middle of the dark alley, whirling around with a switch-blade
knife at the ready. "Who's there?" he called into the black alley,
tightening his grip around the small hilt of the knife.
A deep-throated groan angered ...
but from behind him.
The boy had no time to turn around,
for he suddenly was tackled flat to the ground, the knife clattering out
of his hand to rest beside a pile of trash. Jason yelled what he
could before a rough hand grabbed him by the lower jaw and brought him
sprawling to his feet. "Where's the crystal, Ningen?" it growled.
Jason Murry brought his eyes around
to stare back at the face of a horrid figure, snarling back at him behind
green skin and sharp, pointed teeth. The creature resembled one of
those goblins he had seen in old mythology books.
"Where is the crystal, human!" it
snarled, shaking Jason back and forth violently. The creature looked
the boy over, it's almost black eyes falling on a pocket of the boy's coat.
"Thief!" it screamed, raising a clawed hand.
"Oh god NOOOO!!!"
Hiei's eyes shot wide open ... he'd
been dreaming again, or so he thought. Glancing around the sun-lighted
room, he found he woke first that morning, forgetting momentarily that
he had snuck into Kurama's room late last night again. He blinked
his eyes slightly, blowing stray strands of red hair from his face.
Kurama's face was inches from his
nose, his lover still sound asleep as peaceful and as beautiful as ever.
Hiei studied the face ... studied the curve of Kurama's nose and brow ...
studied the closed eyes. He also looked his forehead over, then leaned
up slightly and kissed the man lightly on the lips.
Kurama stirred and Hiei drew back
... eyes growing wider. He had woken him up! It was something
he hoped he wouldn't do. The red head shifted, moving in closer as
Kurama wound his legs tighter around Hiei's ... then he fell silent
again.
Hiei sighed slightly in relief,
feeling Kurama's hot breath on his neck. It made him shutter slightly,
felling those human emotions of love welling up in him again. He
felt so safe and secure in Kurama's arms for some reason today... but what
if the others found out about him and Kurama ... or what if they caught
them like this? Right now? Hiei suddenly felt very vulnerable and
began to slowly pull his arms and legs from about Kurama.
Without warning, the limbs suddenly
tightened around his slender body. "Don't even think about it, Hiei,"
Kurama moaned, still half asleep as he tightened his grip on the escaping
boy.
Hiei squirmed. "Lemme
go, Kurama," he said quietly.
"No."
"Kurama ... "
Kurama's response was to rake
his fingernails over Hiei's stomach, causing the boy to shutter violently
and gasp in his grip. "Shit! Kurama!" he whined.
"Shh," Kurama ordered silently,
nuzzling the soft neck before beginning to bite.
"Kurama," Hiei growled, more forcefully.
"You CAN get away," Kurama said,
opening his eyes and rising to stare the boy in the face. "You know
you could get away ... if you wanted to," he reminded him playfully.
True, Hiei could easily over-power
just about anybody. The truth was, he didn't WANT to leave Kurama's
grasp ... really more afraid that he'd physically hurt him in the struggle
... but the image of all the others, standing over him laughing if they
were to ever find out, still haunted his vision.
He couldn't bare the embarrassment and humiliation ... if that's what the
humans called it.
"I don't wanna hurt you," Hiei growled,
finding his usually bastard-ish attitude.
Kurama laughed, tickling the child
lightly with the tip of his fingers. Hiei shuttered again, his struggling
dying down suddenly. Kurama flipped to lay on top of Hiei, reaching
down to kiss the boy lightly on the tip of his nose.
"Kurama ... " Hiei remarked him
with a gaze. " ... yer gonna flatten me ..."
He gladly rolled to the side
with a sigh, releasing his legs and arms from around the small body, staring
deeply into those mysterious red eyes with a look of absolute playfulness.
He slid a hand beneath the sheets and watched Hiei's expression.
Suddenly the boy gasped, leaping
straight out of bed in a blur of black wind. Kurama sat up
and looked quickly around the room ... he was out of sight ... probably
half way to Makai by now.
Kurama quickly leaned over the bed
and took up a pile of clothing. "You can't go anyplace without these!"
he teased, fluttering the black clothes around in the air.
"Watch me!" a voice called back.
"Gladly."
A groan rose up to his ears
as Hiei blinked back into sight, standing fully nude before Kurama, arms
crossed across his chest, glare set. "Okay, gimme my clothes." The
material flew through the air and draped over Hiei's spiky black hair.
Kurama giggled to himself and leaned back on
the bed, resting his hands behind his head.
Hiei's head popped into view,
quickly kissed Kurama's forehead and then disappeared in a rush of air
out the open window.
Koenma groaned as he watched the horned
blue monster popped through the door. "More paper-work, boss," the
monster said, plopping the huge stack of file-folders on the already loaded
desk. Koenma switched the pacifier to the corner of his mouth and
groaned. "I'm never gonna get all this work done."
"Prob'ly not." George Saotomei
stepped forward and handed him a file folder hehad kept separate from the
rest. "They seem to think you guys need to check this out personally."
Koenma looked to his right-hand
man quickly before reaching out to take the folder with a childish, chubby
hand. He opened it quickly, but instantly grimaced and closed the
file folder, paling.
"Gang mutilation in America," George
explained as Koenma gathered his stomach to open the folder again.
The scene in pictures before him
was a sight he's never seen before. The corpse laying in the pictures
was mostly red from the highly mutilated body ... but it wasn't from
blood ... it was just exposed muscle and peeled skin. It was a horrid
sight ... the body looked like it had been completely dissected, neatly
spliced open in certain parts.
Koenma raised his head. "Who
was this person?" he said, holding up one of the several pictures of the
mutilated boy.
"His name was Jason Murry ... and
I've already sent a line out to Botan to check the new Spirits that have
crossed over since yesterday morning."
"This is something a human couldn't
have done. The body looks completely drained of blood .... spirit
vampires? Tengu, perhaps?"
George shrugged. "You know
best. But from the looks of things, that ningen was still alive when
he had his stomach ripped out and thrown half way to Jupiter."
Koenma groaned, feeling his breakfast
welling up. "Get me a line to Botan."
Yusuke groaned, pulling himself out
of bed, attempting to put order to the matted mass of slick, black hair
on his head. He yawned widely and stumbled through his cluttered
room to the bathroom. Still yawning, he closed the door and started
up the faucet, glancing at his tired reflection in the mirror. He
took a deep breath and leaned down to the cold, flowing water, splashing
it onto his face. Blindly, he reached for a towel and dried his face,
looking over the towel at his reflection ... and the reflection of a floating
oar that popped into in the bathroom with him.
"Botan!" he screeched reeling around.
"Jesus! Don't you ever knock?"
"Sorry, Yusuke ..." she shrugged
from above him, "but we've got big problems! Koenma had me
search the recent entries for a new spirit," she began to explain as Yusuke
filed out of the bathroom and back into his room, Botan following on her
oar behind him. "Nothing unusual there
... it's just I couldn't find him."
"So? Who cares? What,
it wasn't his time to go?" He picked up a glass of water and began
drinking.
"Under normal circumstances ...
no, but ... " she pulled out a picture and handed it down to him.
Still drinking, Yusuke took the
photo, glancing it over quickly ... before spitting the entire contents
of the glass across his room.
"Gross, Botan!" he thrust the picture
back at her. "Have you all of a sudden begun a sick fascination with
disgusting pictures of mutilated bodies? God! What's the big
deal! A gang mutilation!" he sat down roughly on his bed, feeling
sick.
"Yes .. but ... this one was definitely
demon related."
Yusuke groaned. "I though
we closed all the passages from Makai. They're STILL finding ways
to get out?"
She nodded. "But it gets worse ...
this sighting happened in New York City ... In America."
Yusuke stopped cold, staring up
at the picture he thrust up to Botan. "Y ... you're kidding me right?"
He watched helplessly as Botan shook her blue head of hair slowly.
"How? I mean ... is there a door to Makai in New York City?"
"Only one way to find out.
You can bet your bottom dollar Koenma's going to be paying you a little
visit here pretty soon."
Kuwabara smiled like a dumb idiot
... grinning widely and quite stupidly as he took the wildflower from Yukina's
hand. "Uh. gee thanks," he stumbled, beginning to laugh like a maniac.
Yukina just giggled and continued
on her way to school, forcing Kuwabara to pick up his pace and join her.
"So ... what's up?" he asked, still smiling like a fool.
Yukina shrugged. "Dunno.
Actually, I've been thinking." she paused just enough to provide
ample suffering for her boyfriend. " ... It's been kinda quiet around
here, ne?"
Kuwabara face-faulted slightly,
shifting his books in his hand. "Yeah. A little too quiet ...
I need excitement!!!" he yelled out loud.
The two rounded a corner, only to
meet up with a tall young man blocking their path, sucking intently on
a pacifier. "Uh ... Koenma! Hey! Whatcha doing here?"
Koenma, now in his human form grinned
slightly behind the pacifier. "Business."
"Yesss!" Kuwabara cheered
quietly
To be continued ...
(c) April 1997 by Jiminy Cricket Presses
