The Redheaded Assassin
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Assassin Revealed
Authors note:
I need your help… please review and tell me if the characters begin to become OOC or out-of-character… that is not my goal here… my goal is to let them be who they were in both the manga and anime. So please help me out… sometimes I get carried away by the story I’m forgetting their true identity.
“The Redheaded Assassin”
Chapter 4: Assassin Revealed
“… Farewell, old friend, selfish lover…”
And again the redheaded assassin disappeared into the shadows.
Soon the news spread to the whole Makai. The death of the most promising young lord, Shura, but the cause of his death was never made clear. The leaders, along, learned the truth three days after Shura’s death when Youda went to Tourin and asked for a meeting with the great lord, Yusuke.
It had been only four days ago when they’d last gathered in the castle of Alaric and now they’ve gathered again, this time in Gandara’s conference room, All were present save for the young, handsome prince, recently deceased.
“What the hell are you talking about? It was Kurama!? Are you out of your mind?!” a very angry Yusuke shouted. He’d never forgive anyone who would dishonor the memory of his friend in this manner.
“Youda-san, could you elaborate, please? You must understand that we have not recourse but to doubt your word. Kurama, aside from being a very close friend, has been dead these past five hundred years.” Yukina spoke calmly, the only one in the room that was so at the moment.
“Not five, almost six, Yukina. And we do not know that he is dead. He’s gone… missing. No one’s seen him since…” Keiko pointed out.
“Still… this old shrimp has no right to accuse our friend of this crime. We all know it’s something he would NEVER do!” Kuwabara was as pissed as Yusuke.
“Speak now or die! And be sure you have a very good reason for tainting Kurama’s name in our presence” Hiei unsheathed his sword.
Youda panicked. “I’m not saying that it was Youko Kurama. What I’m just trying to say is that it could be him; or possibly, a demon copying his style, techniques and even his ki signature. ” He looked at his audience before continuing.
“I have felt it for myself, and I am sure that it was the Youko’s ki signature… and these flowers…” He put the two flowers he taken from Yomi’s corpse on the table for the others to see. The flowers had started to wither.
“You see, these flowers have long been gone from the Makai. They disappeared thousands of years ago. They were flowers of a certain caliber and no one in the whole of Makai that I know had the ability to manipulate such a powerful plant as this… no one but Kurama himself. In fact, I’d wager that if anyone in the three worlds were to possess any of the seeds from this plant, it would be him.”
Silence filled the room as each occupant fell into his or her own deep thoughts, absorbing each word they had just heard.
“In other words, whoever this redheaded assassin is, he’s strong enough to have control over these flowers? Then could it be that he’s a plant wielder as strong as Kurama?” It was Kuwabara who spoke first.
“Baka! No plant wielder is as strong as, or stronger, than Kurama. You should know that, you big oaf!” Hiei snapped his nemesis.
“Hey..y-you! Then who was it!? Could it really be Kurama?!? Is that what you mean, huh? S-shr… ”
“Neither. Someone is deceiving us.”
“And this someone is brave enough to use Kurama’s name against us. Whoever he is, he will surely pay for this. ” Yusuke clenched his fist. “This meeting is adjourned, Youda. I’ll let your words about Kurama pass for now, but never again speak of him the way you just did, or I will personally slit your throat.”
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A week had passed since the meeting in Gandara and now Highest General Kuwabara was in the eastern forest of Tourin to check the training of the new recruits.
“Position! Listen, Highest General Kuwabara is here. Salute!”
“Sir! Good Morning! Sir!”
“Good morning young warriors. You have made the right decision for yourselves and the Makai. Do not think unjustly of yourselves or believe that you are merely soldiers. Not only are you SOLDIERS, but WARRIORS and FIGTHERS for JUSTICE and HONOR. As one we are weak, but together are INVINCIBLE! Together we can bring Makai to its peak!” he roared and each soldiers felt as if his heart would
burst – so full of joy, pride and loyalty to their own kind were they. Their motivation strengthened to new levels so that even though there was no threat of war at present, they were ready and willing to fight.
The soldiers roared back; an answer to their general’s call – the loud, proud cry reverberating throughout the whole forest. Afterward, they continued to train with renewed vigor, thanks to their general’s heartfelt speech.
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
It was nightfall now. After meeting with several of the other generals and one of his captains, Kuwabara decided to check out the place. He would be returning home tomorrow and wanted to find a particular flower he heard about from the soldiers. It was called the moonflower because it only bloomed under the rich light of the Makai moons. Yukina would love it – another addition to her amazing flower garden. Kuwabara lost track of both time and direction. Belatedly, he realized that he was in the middle of an unfamiliar, and altogether dangerous, forest.
“W-what?! This is the same tree! I’ve been here for the third time!! Man… I’m dead! I’m tired and hungry and lost in the middle of this damn Makai forest!”
“My… my, Highest General Kuwabara, you are very good at stating the obvious.” The soft alto voice at his back startled Kuwabara.
“W-what… who’s there! Show yourself!” The general commanded.
“Mmmmm… I see you’ve grown Kuwa-kun,” came the sweet reply.
Kuwabara’s eyes widened in surprise: well, shock would be a more apt description -- as he recognized that voice. It was a voice he’d not heard for almost six hundred years, and yet it still held the same softness and sweetness, the same soothing quality to it even as it spoke your death. And when the owner of that voice stepped forward from the shadows, dark eyes widened, Kuwabara’s jaw nearly dropping to the forest’s floor as he beheld the figure.
“Still the same,” he thought. The same soft, silken red hair that seemed to glow under the light of the Makai moons, creating a halo effect around the same beautiful, angelic face – lips still full and pink, and eyes still the same enticing emerald green. A perfectly beautiful face and that lithe, athletic body hidden in his all black outfit, made him look like an angel of darkness. But something’s not right. What’s with that black fox ears paired with same black tails?
“K-kurama…? Is that… is that really you?”
“*Ogenki desu ka, Kuwa-kun?” Hands behind his back, the figure smiled that oh-so-familiar smile; the same smile he wore just before attacking an enemy.
Knowing very well the meaning behind that smile, Kuwabara felt a shiver run down his spine. He was about to question the fox when suddenly vines sprouted from the earth, securely binding his hands and feet. When he looked up, he saw the gracious being unsheathing a long thin katana as Kurama moved toward him. On his face the “smile” never fades.
“It is so nice to see, Kuwa-kun, that for once, you are in the right place at the right time. You’ve certainly changed ne? Bravo!” The redhead stopped halfway, still smiling.
“K-kurama… ahahaha… now, now.. stop this joke… you really got me this time… it’s really nice to see you too man! Hahah” Laughing merrily, Kuwabara was relieved. He’d thought his friend was truly serious.
“Che… Not a very effective way of escaping reality, Kuwa-kun,” the fox replied, as Kurama again started toward the now visible paling Kuwabara
“Gomen ne? I have to do this…” were his last words for “the oaf” before he slowly ran the other man through with his blade.
“Ugh… K-kur-ma, w-why?” Kuwabara managed to utter the words as blood filled his mouth. Through his rapidly blurring vision he watched as satin lips formed words he could no longer hear…
“Sleep peacefully, Kuwa-kun.” Words spoken with a smile and voice so beautiful, so angelic that the general truly wants to believe he will, indeed, only be sleeping.
“Yukina…” he utters before allowing placid darkness to overtake him.
As the body went limp, Kurama, carefully unbound it, laying it on the ground. With tender care, he closed the now sightless eyes and folded the large hands across the bigger man’s chest. Soft green eyes gazed at the body for a moment then, hearing footsteps and voices of the soldiers as they searched for their highest commander, he left -- but not without placing a white rose upon the body of his friend.
Kuwa’s the next victim… and now we are all sure that the redheaded assassin was indeed Kurama! Aren’t you surprise? Ne? ehhehe… read and review please coz I despise silent readers!
*how are you?
This is again a hard work with Kyohana-chan… isn’t she so kind, ne? Be sure to thank her too… and ahh you know her fics were far more better than mine <*sniff… yeah… I accept that>… yay!!! Thanks Kyo-chan!!!
I need your help… please review and tell me if the characters begin to become OOC or out-of-character… that is not my goal here… my goal is to let them be who they were in both the manga and anime. So please help me out… sometimes I get carried away by the story I’m forgetting their true identity.
“The Redheaded Assassin”
Chapter 4: Assassin Revealed
“… Farewell, old friend, selfish lover…”
And again the redheaded assassin disappeared into the shadows.
Soon the news spread to the whole Makai. The death of the most promising young lord, Shura, but the cause of his death was never made clear. The leaders, along, learned the truth three days after Shura’s death when Youda went to Tourin and asked for a meeting with the great lord, Yusuke.
It had been only four days ago when they’d last gathered in the castle of Alaric and now they’ve gathered again, this time in Gandara’s conference room, All were present save for the young, handsome prince, recently deceased.
“What the hell are you talking about? It was Kurama!? Are you out of your mind?!” a very angry Yusuke shouted. He’d never forgive anyone who would dishonor the memory of his friend in this manner.
“Youda-san, could you elaborate, please? You must understand that we have not recourse but to doubt your word. Kurama, aside from being a very close friend, has been dead these past five hundred years.” Yukina spoke calmly, the only one in the room that was so at the moment.
“Not five, almost six, Yukina. And we do not know that he is dead. He’s gone… missing. No one’s seen him since…” Keiko pointed out.
“Still… this old shrimp has no right to accuse our friend of this crime. We all know it’s something he would NEVER do!” Kuwabara was as pissed as Yusuke.
“Speak now or die! And be sure you have a very good reason for tainting Kurama’s name in our presence” Hiei unsheathed his sword.
Youda panicked. “I’m not saying that it was Youko Kurama. What I’m just trying to say is that it could be him; or possibly, a demon copying his style, techniques and even his ki signature. ” He looked at his audience before continuing.
“I have felt it for myself, and I am sure that it was the Youko’s ki signature… and these flowers…” He put the two flowers he taken from Yomi’s corpse on the table for the others to see. The flowers had started to wither.
“You see, these flowers have long been gone from the Makai. They disappeared thousands of years ago. They were flowers of a certain caliber and no one in the whole of Makai that I know had the ability to manipulate such a powerful plant as this… no one but Kurama himself. In fact, I’d wager that if anyone in the three worlds were to possess any of the seeds from this plant, it would be him.”
Silence filled the room as each occupant fell into his or her own deep thoughts, absorbing each word they had just heard.
“In other words, whoever this redheaded assassin is, he’s strong enough to have control over these flowers? Then could it be that he’s a plant wielder as strong as Kurama?” It was Kuwabara who spoke first.
“Baka! No plant wielder is as strong as, or stronger, than Kurama. You should know that, you big oaf!” Hiei snapped his nemesis.
“Hey..y-you! Then who was it!? Could it really be Kurama?!? Is that what you mean, huh? S-shr… ”
“Neither. Someone is deceiving us.”
“And this someone is brave enough to use Kurama’s name against us. Whoever he is, he will surely pay for this. ” Yusuke clenched his fist. “This meeting is adjourned, Youda. I’ll let your words about Kurama pass for now, but never again speak of him the way you just did, or I will personally slit your throat.”
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
A week had passed since the meeting in Gandara and now Highest General Kuwabara was in the eastern forest of Tourin to check the training of the new recruits.
“Position! Listen, Highest General Kuwabara is here. Salute!”
“Sir! Good Morning! Sir!”
“Good morning young warriors. You have made the right decision for yourselves and the Makai. Do not think unjustly of yourselves or believe that you are merely soldiers. Not only are you SOLDIERS, but WARRIORS and FIGTHERS for JUSTICE and HONOR. As one we are weak, but together are INVINCIBLE! Together we can bring Makai to its peak!” he roared and each soldiers felt as if his heart would
burst – so full of joy, pride and loyalty to their own kind were they. Their motivation strengthened to new levels so that even though there was no threat of war at present, they were ready and willing to fight.
The soldiers roared back; an answer to their general’s call – the loud, proud cry reverberating throughout the whole forest. Afterward, they continued to train with renewed vigor, thanks to their general’s heartfelt speech.
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
It was nightfall now. After meeting with several of the other generals and one of his captains, Kuwabara decided to check out the place. He would be returning home tomorrow and wanted to find a particular flower he heard about from the soldiers. It was called the moonflower because it only bloomed under the rich light of the Makai moons. Yukina would love it – another addition to her amazing flower garden. Kuwabara lost track of both time and direction. Belatedly, he realized that he was in the middle of an unfamiliar, and altogether dangerous, forest.
“W-what?! This is the same tree! I’ve been here for the third time!! Man… I’m dead! I’m tired and hungry and lost in the middle of this damn Makai forest!”
“My… my, Highest General Kuwabara, you are very good at stating the obvious.” The soft alto voice at his back startled Kuwabara.
“W-what… who’s there! Show yourself!” The general commanded.
“Mmmmm… I see you’ve grown Kuwa-kun,” came the sweet reply.
Kuwabara’s eyes widened in surprise: well, shock would be a more apt description -- as he recognized that voice. It was a voice he’d not heard for almost six hundred years, and yet it still held the same softness and sweetness, the same soothing quality to it even as it spoke your death. And when the owner of that voice stepped forward from the shadows, dark eyes widened, Kuwabara’s jaw nearly dropping to the forest’s floor as he beheld the figure.
“Still the same,” he thought. The same soft, silken red hair that seemed to glow under the light of the Makai moons, creating a halo effect around the same beautiful, angelic face – lips still full and pink, and eyes still the same enticing emerald green. A perfectly beautiful face and that lithe, athletic body hidden in his all black outfit, made him look like an angel of darkness. But something’s not right. What’s with that black fox ears paired with same black tails?
“K-kurama…? Is that… is that really you?”
“*Ogenki desu ka, Kuwa-kun?” Hands behind his back, the figure smiled that oh-so-familiar smile; the same smile he wore just before attacking an enemy.
Knowing very well the meaning behind that smile, Kuwabara felt a shiver run down his spine. He was about to question the fox when suddenly vines sprouted from the earth, securely binding his hands and feet. When he looked up, he saw the gracious being unsheathing a long thin katana as Kurama moved toward him. On his face the “smile” never fades.
“It is so nice to see, Kuwa-kun, that for once, you are in the right place at the right time. You’ve certainly changed ne? Bravo!” The redhead stopped halfway, still smiling.
“K-kurama… ahahaha… now, now.. stop this joke… you really got me this time… it’s really nice to see you too man! Hahah” Laughing merrily, Kuwabara was relieved. He’d thought his friend was truly serious.
“Che… Not a very effective way of escaping reality, Kuwa-kun,” the fox replied, as Kurama again started toward the now visible paling Kuwabara
“Gomen ne? I have to do this…” were his last words for “the oaf” before he slowly ran the other man through with his blade.
“Ugh… K-kur-ma, w-why?” Kuwabara managed to utter the words as blood filled his mouth. Through his rapidly blurring vision he watched as satin lips formed words he could no longer hear…
“Sleep peacefully, Kuwa-kun.” Words spoken with a smile and voice so beautiful, so angelic that the general truly wants to believe he will, indeed, only be sleeping.
“Yukina…” he utters before allowing placid darkness to overtake him.
As the body went limp, Kurama, carefully unbound it, laying it on the ground. With tender care, he closed the now sightless eyes and folded the large hands across the bigger man’s chest. Soft green eyes gazed at the body for a moment then, hearing footsteps and voices of the soldiers as they searched for their highest commander, he left -- but not without placing a white rose upon the body of his friend.
Kuwa’s the next victim… and now we are all sure that the redheaded assassin was indeed Kurama! Aren’t you surprise? Ne? ehhehe… read and review please coz I despise silent readers!
*how are you?
This is again a hard work with Kyohana-chan… isn’t she so kind, ne? Be sure to thank her too… and ahh you know her fics were far more better than mine <*sniff… yeah… I accept that>… yay!!! Thanks Kyo-chan!!!