Untold History

Untold History

 

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Chapter 3: On the Department of Lost Causes

 

Deep within the bowels of the Spirit World there is a rarely used door. There were some crumbling painted words on the dusty window at the top of the door, the paint was flakey with age but anyone bothered to descend could still make out the words "Department of the Unresolved. This was the door that led to the Department of the Unresolved. Someone had scrawled "Lost Causes" over the last word and no one would have argued the point even if given the chance. The room beyond the door was also full of dust and grime. Dust, grime and several hundred to several thousand file folders of cases and creatures alike. These were the matters that had been given up on, the cases that couldn't be resolved, the mysterious disappearances and most importantly the files that suddenly went cold and stopped updating themselves with new information.

 

At best the room was really a storage facility. It held the dead cell files for all of the three worlds since every creature of every world had a self-updating "Life File". Life Files were initially biographies that came into being the same moment the demon or human or other being did and would constantly update itself until the official time of death when the file will await further guidance. However, more files then the authorities above would care to admit stopped updating for mysterious and unsolvable reasons. The files on missions by former detectives that had failed ended up here too, as did the files of detectives that had been deemed failures. Every scrap of paper and recycled cardboard in the room was never meant to see the light of day ever again. Of course none of that is going to matter to a former thief with a promise to keep.

 

The hinges groaned in protest as the door, being stubborn from disuse, finally gave in to Kurama's determined pulling. He turned on the single light bulb in the room and studied the decrepit area with intent, golden eyes. Less than a day back from the Makai and an overhaul of Koenma's private library later, here he was. Having personally experienced her disappearance and then short reappearance he had immediately locked onto the sparse information offered about this particular department. As he moved into the room, breathing through a hand due to the dirt and dust puffs that his light movements stirred up, he hoped he would not be disappointed. If what he was looking for wasn't here then he'd be right back at square one and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

 

"If my assumption is correct…" he muttered to himself as he surveyed the piles of old paperwork, "her file is not nearly as inactive as they believed it to be."

 

After only about ten minutes of searching for the spark of energy in an otherwise empty void he smiled. There, on a bookshelf absolutely over stuffed with at least a couple hundred files, was a folder that stood out from the rest of them. This folder, thicker than half of the ones it was wedged against, was glowing a soft green. The energy that was a familiar testament to Avaria's way with the element of Earth pulsed and thrummed. The file was coming out of hibernation, it was beginning to activate again.

 

With a mighty tug, the fox spirit pulled the warming file from its crowded shelf. His face held a look of smug satisfaction as he exited the room and shut the door with more force than was probably necessary. The man practically skipped his way back to the ground floor of Spirit World's main building, earning him odd looks from ogre's and ferry girls alike. He paid them little attention though, and came to a stop at the side of the fire demon that had been waiting for him out of sheer curiosity and just a little boredom.

 

"I may live to regret this fox, but why are you smiling like a fool?" Hiei queried, eyeing the folder with a look of disdain.

 

"Because my friend, I have recovered the key to keeping my most important promise."

 

At the exact moment he'd said this, worlds apart, Avaria who sat engrossed in a class on the history of Native America felt a great sense of hope engulf her. Maybe Kurama would be able to keep his promise after all.

 

Just maybe.

 

*************Chapter Fin*************

 

All right folks I do realize that chapter is a bit on the short side, but at least it's not nearly as depressing as the other ones were. I figured since two separate reviews have told me they ended up crying by the end of chapter 2, I owed you guys something a little more hopeful yeah? Anyways, thank you for reading and please review! I'm sick right now, reviews make me feel better. Oh and folks? You will see some crossed categories soon, mainly for the sake of Avaria's background.