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PJLMF [06] (still working on) |
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PJLMF [06]
LBC: Sorry. I gotted a virus… sad day. X’C Had this chapter half way through, then it was dissapoofed. I don’t know what happened. Oh well. I wasn’t happy with it anyway. But all of my notes are gone too T-T I had this chapter planned out in bulletins with a fight scene and everything, and ideas for the future, … Ah! Enough whining. What’s done is done. I’ll just have to start from scratch. I decided against the M-preg, seeing as it would have nothing to do with the story. It would just be filler about Yusuke and Kurama, but I don’t want them to be in this story. I wouldn’t know what to do with them…
Aniki: HAHA!
LBC: -glare- at least this time it’s been checked for spelling errors.
Chapter 6
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Cold nipped at exposed skin, Aniki pulled his jacket tighter around him. Being in this cave was too familiar. Too close. Too small. He wouldn’t admit it to Kuwabara, but he was scared. Scared of this place. It felt so…. dark.
The police had scraped up every bit of evidence they could find, which wasn’t much considering they were working with no spiritual powers. The men’s families will have to go to bed every night never knowing what had truly conspired that day, the true killers might never caught. But that was what Spirit Detectives were for, right?
There was no longer any blood staining the cave floor, but the scent of death still lingered. The fair-haired man was being controlled, that much was certain. But by who and why? These were the important questions.
His feet hurt, and he was cold, and tired. An indent in the cave wall looked like a promising place to sit and wait for Kuwabara to finish his investigation. As he reached to touch it, a sharp pain stung at his hand.
“Aiya!” Aniki shook his hand as if shaking it hard enough would make the pain slip off.
“What is it? What happened?” Kuwabara tensed for battle, but saw no one to attack.
“It,” Aniki pointed at the ledge. “It felt like a barrier of some sort. A strong one.” He went to touch it again.
“Wait.” Aniki stopped, hand hanging in mid air. Kuwabara stood behind him with his hands on Aniki’s shoulders. Feeling the warm energy stir around him, Aniki let his own mingle with it, mixing, churning. Now with both energies crackling at Aniki’s hand he let himself touch the altar. The cold was swift, bitter, and dark. The larger shook it off easily, but the little demon shivered and clutched his jacket tighter. But there they were. The words engraved in the wall glowed slightly, as if mocking them. It was old English, hard to read even for Kuwabara.
“Corlos is the land they roam?” he pondered. “Ever hear of it, Ani?”
“It sounds … familiar somehow,” He shook his head. He reached up to touch the indentations. Then a Darkness came out of the darkness.
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“A darkness came out of the darkness?” Koenma raised an eyebrow.
“I know how it sounds, but that’s the only way I can describe it.” Kuwabara pleaded. “It was blacker the ink on fresh white paper. Its tendrils, tentacles, whatever, wrapped themselves around Aniki and he hasn’t said anything since. He just lay’s in the bed and holds onto his Egg. He won’t let anyone touch him. Not me, not even the cat. I don’t know what to do,” downcast, he let his arms fall to his sides, defeated.
Koenma shook his head. “I don’t understand. It just doesn’t make any sense.” He sighed. “I’ve sent for Yasato to come and check on him.”
“Oh. Have you?” Kuwabara said. “I already called Yukaina.”
“Why would you call her?”
“I figured he would be more comfortable with someone he knows better.”
“Right. That’s the reason.” Koenma rolled his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing. Since we don’t need both of them here, why don’t you take Yasato with you back to the cavern. Check it out with him. You might find something useful.” Koenma said. “But we don’t know if this is connected to this Saagael or not, so be Careful.”
“Chary it is!” a familiar voice lilted from the doorway. The mint fox was stooping to put away his shoes. “I did knock.” He pouted “But no one seems to notice my charming good looks anymore.”
“Right.” Kuwabara said.
A knock on the door and Yasato opened it. Yukaina stood there, her arms laden with herbs, roots, and other assortments of healing.
“Miss Yukaina!” Yasato exclaimed, “A pretty young thing such as yourself should not trouble herself with such a heavy burden.”
Kuwabara rolled his eyes. “He’s in the bedroom
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 loser-by-choice · Mon Mar 21, 2011 @ 04:01am · 0 Comments |
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