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Adult +
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Chapter 3
Wee enjoy the chapter, sorry it’s been so long but I have been concentrating on my Tail’s fic called The Darkened Past, it’s been keeping my busy.
Thank you:
Blacksunrise – Lol it will be seen, things should soon start to get moving along after some other characters are brought into the picture. Thankyou for your review
Lanari – I don’t have that of a twisted imagination do I? Well listening to Apocalyptica probably does that to me. Yep the humans will when the detectives find out what has happened. Lol thanks for your review
Summery: Prophecy, nothing good ever comes from one. But what if a Prophecy bound a Hanyou to a fate he did not want? Would he relent or strike back?
Warnings: This is Yaoi between two men, bloody scenes, torture of Harry, Somewhat dark
Pairing: Yusuke/Harry
Disclaimer: I don’t own HP or YYH
Prisoner of a Prophecy
Chapter 3
How do you know when someone is dead if you do not see them die?
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Bright blue eyes were slitted against the cold night air that rushed past him in his fast flight, brow was furrowed as he concentrated on the way he needed to go, his instinct knowing where to go almost instantly. Arms were slightly out to the side keeping his balance in the air as he directed himself towards the far ground and the distress that he had sensed many hours ago.
Shooting through the dark clouds, wings tight against his back, he soon broke through the dense coverage and through the snowfall, see the land where he was aiming for. Loads of streets and houses were laid beneath his descending figure, making it quite confusing with all the homes looking identical in the immediate area. Opening his wings he slowed almost to a stop and surveyed the area, using his in tune aura to pinpoint the other that was fading.
A curse spiralled into the air as he immediately dived once more towards the ground, not stopping until the last second. Pulling up the familiar jerk of stopping instantly did not faze him, the pain that once crippled him now not even affecting his body at all. Settling himself upon the ground he shook his head and wings to get the snowfall off of them, curling his lip in distaste as the cold, wet substance that had ruined many a silk clothing in the past.
Glancing upwards, he looked through the increasing snow storm and located the house that he had been tugged to this whole time, the aura that he had followed was waning, a sign that death was far too close for comfort. Adjusting the pack that hung far below his wings, he strode to the door, narrowing his bright blue gazer at the no 4 gold number that was in the door, he decided on a more impersonal manner to get the occupants attention.
Bringing one of his hands down to his side, he swung it back and caught the small scythe that hung from his arm, another hanging off the other arm. Bringing his hand up, he used his Rekai to unravel the leather so it would not get tangled but his body. Sliding the leather slightly down he began to swing the scythe faster and faster, around and around until it was at its maximum speed. Then he chucked it was the door, splintering the coloured wood and making a horrendous crashing sound that echoed into the house.
Grinning widely his longer-than-normal-length-fangs showing, he strode in, his other hand swiping the battered hat off his head to dust off the snow upon it. Placing it back upon his head he pulled back on the leather of the scythe and clipped it to his belt to keep it out the way. Swinging the other in a slower motion, he walked foreword into a living room and stopped the obese man in his tracks.
The other looked shocked and slightly fearful of his appearance; stutters came from his throat as he swallowed in nervousness. Then with a breath that seemed to take a lot of effort the man straightened his posture as he face went cold as his moustache seemed to bristle.
“You Sir are trespassing on private property.” He titled his head at the guy, bright eyes evaluating him quicker than most minds could comprehend. Dismissing him he began to walk past the guy but was stopped with a large beefy hand upon his arm. He grimaced in disgust as he recoiled and sent his other scythe at the man. Blood splattered behind the man as a shocked look overtook his features.
“No-one and I mean no-one ever touches me without my trust and respect…” His voice was a growl bet full of meaning, fear crept into the others eyes before he faded, death having overtaken him. Hearing a terrified squeak, he turned to the kitchen and walked in, eyeing the two who were standing at the table half risen, he growled at them to sit and stay where they were in not uncertain terms.
They obeyed, the horse like woman was very pale, a sick look about her, the other which he could tell was spawn of the man who was now dead burst out into fake tears trying to get someone to do what he wanted. Using the rope that he had bought along with him, he tied them to their chairs to make sure they would not escape, then turning around he walked to the near hidden door to the basement and ripped it open. It having been locked before, frowning he descended into the darkness shivering from the coldness that was even worse than the outside and even penetrated his think skin.
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Harry shifted slightly pain radiating from every part of him; teeth were gritted with eyelids shut tightly, tears falling down pale cheeks. He was curled within the warmest corner he could find a thin layer of ice upon his body, his blood flow sluggish as the night got colder still, winter was here. Arms were around his legs with him curled into the tightest ball imaginable, the plants once used now doing nothing for the deathly chill that was killing him.
A door above opened but he made no move, strands of hair frozen to his face as he slept, not aware of the danger that was silent but deadly. The cold had dulled his senses and torn his fire away, the very thing that he needed to survive. Footsteps could be heard descending the stone steps and cursing of the weather and other things permeated the air, as the figure got closer shivering in the chill.
Ears did not move towards the figure showing how close to death he was, fingers and toes were blue, his figure pale white all over, the bloody cuts upon his body inflicted by his uncle frozen solid, leading the coldness into his very life stream and spirit. A hand reached out and placed itself upon his shoulder, but instantly retracted with another curse fumbling with something.
Then reaching out the person wrapped a blanket around his body, Harry’s eyelids flicked for a second but stilled his body slumping as strength began to be lost in the icy death that awaited him. An arm slid under his knees, another under his back and lifted him limply into the air, carrying him out of that hell that he had been encased in by a fool of a headmaster Dumbledore and his associates the Order of the Phoenix.
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Placing the wrapped body on the couch he carefully caressed one cheek of the near death Kitsune, he had been lucky that the young one was a Silver Spirit Kitsune crossbred with Toushin and Ningen blood or so he could sense from the aura of the very young Kitsune. Retracting his hand he let it rest on his knee the other toying with his black locks of hair that were carefully kept out the way by his hat, ponytail over his shoulder and hanging down his chest.
Straightening up he took a step out of the spell range and instantly sound rushed back to him. Looking over the red residue of the demonic spell he was pleased to find that there were no breakages in the oval like shape that wrapped gently around the Kitsune who was dead to the world. Turning away he began the trek to the living room glad he had put the sound barrier up if the yelling and screaming were anything to go by.
“I am going make you wish that you had never laid a finger upon the Kitsune Ningen…” Stepping into the room it went silent both occupants watching him with wary eyes, fear in the woman’s and defied arrogance in the others.
“…I will enjoy making you scream in fear and torment knowing how you have damned your own souls, for near killing one of the rarest creatures within the three worlds...” Letting a cold smirk slide upon his face he slowly moved towards them knowing he wanted them to understand and fear him and his kind before they died.
“…You will despair knowing it could have all been avoided if you had not touched him, but no you, with your own hands dealt punishment and tore the skin of the purest being that you will have ever met...” They would curse their own existence for harming such a rare Forbidden Child like the one who lay near death. Swinging one of his scythes into hand he began to swing it round and round, relishing in the terror that was growing in the eyes of the two of them.
“He should be the one dealing out punishment but I will so in his stead. Now prepare yourselves for I will make you feel pain tenfold, everything you have done to him will be reflected upon you and you will drown in your sins. For it is your own fault and I will not allow this atrocity to go unpunished, so we begin.”
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It was only a short time later that screams were heard from no 4 Privet Drive, as someone took out all their anger and disgust out upon them. They were all later found dead, blood splattered on all surfaces terror upon their faces, with a certain saviour missing from the scene, though living conditions down in the basement were found with the door broken into shards along with old blood stains on the floors and walls, frost covering everything.
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His brow furrowed as he shifted within the blankets, turning Harry yawned showing off his white canines and tongue, then shut his jaw with a snapping sound. Opening his eyes he blinked at the firelight that he was facing, confusedly he stared at it for a long second before pushing himself upright. Looking around the cave in mystification he was slightly worried to where he was as this was not the place he had fallen unconscious in.
Though, he frowned, anything was better than that hell he had been in, no better than a prisoner he had been treated. Bringing his legs up he wrapped his arms around them and was surprised to find he had muscle once again or what was left of it anyhow. Leaning backwards his hair falling into his gaze, he poked his stomach that was a lot larger and healthier than he remembered it being.
Tilting his head, his ears pricked up as he heard someone crunch their way into the cave, grumbling could be heard and as the person got closer so could the words.
“…didn’t it, oh why couldn’t it be easy? No they have to see me and scream ‘AAH DEMON’ and then run after me with their little weapons of sticks. Ghh why do English Ningen have to be... Oh your awake didn’t expect that, how you doing?” Looking over at the cave entrance he was surprised to see as bat Youkai who was standing in the entrance to the room. Blinking at the other for a long second he took in the others appearance.
The other was around 6ft 4in, he had black hair that was tied up in a ponytail high on his head with a battered looking hat that sat there with two holes for his pointed ears, as he could see anyhow. Bright blue eyes lit with humour and seriousness surveyed him and as the other titled his head a ruby pendent swung merrily from his neck as it slipped from his shirt. A Ripped dark blue shirt served as a top as well as a buffer for his wings that were folded against his back. Leather was wrapped around his arms to which two small scythe blades hung ready to be used within an instant. A black belt was wrapped around his waist also black and on it were two hooks for the small scythes to hang when not in use. Black trousers along with boots finished the assemble creating quite an imposing picture if not for the small smile upon the others face.
A small blush appeared on his face as Harry ducked his head, ears lowered in embarrassment as his hair covered his face to protect his dignity. Laughter came from the other as crunching footsteps were heard, before with a huff of breath and a grunt as the other placed something down hard upon another surface. Lifting his eyes from his lap he watched the other swing his scythe to his hand and carve into the creature that he had brought, splitting the hide he went about gutting and skinning the soon to be meal.
Interested as his stomach rumbled, he watched ears fully upright and trained fully on the meal that was keeping his full attention. That was when he realised the other was watching him out the corner of his eyes as he also concentrated upon his task, Harry flicked his eyes away as he fisted his hands in his lap. That was when he noticed, his hands were shaking ever so slightly and as he lifted then so did his arms, shoulders and upper body.
Green eyes were wide in alarm as he saw the shaking slowly get worse and fear ran through him, what had happened, why was he so weak that his body was beginning to fail him. Multitudes of questions ran through his mind as he stared disbelieving at the weakness that was displayed, but then he was cut off as a clawed hand covered his hands and gently lowered them to the bedspread. Looking up into the Blue eyes of one he did not recognise he realised he would have to ask, if only to get his mind off the situation.
“Who are you?” A smirk crawled upon the other face as he titled his head slightly, revealing what looked like fangs to Harry’s gaze.
“The names Kuronue and that’s all you need to know.”
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End Chapter 3
I’ll explain next chapter why Harry’s was in his Kitsune form and not his human form when found.
Translations:
Japanese to English
Youkai – Full Demon
Hanyou – Half Demon
Ningen – Human
Mazoku – type of demon kind
Toushin – war demon
Kitsune – fox
Jaganshi – Jagan eye master
Kami – God
Baka - Idiot
Ototo – Younger brother
Thank you:
Blacksunrise – Lol it will be seen, things should soon start to get moving along after some other characters are brought into the picture. Thankyou for your review
Lanari – I don’t have that of a twisted imagination do I? Well listening to Apocalyptica probably does that to me. Yep the humans will when the detectives find out what has happened. Lol thanks for your review
Summery: Prophecy, nothing good ever comes from one. But what if a Prophecy bound a Hanyou to a fate he did not want? Would he relent or strike back?
Warnings: This is Yaoi between two men, bloody scenes, torture of Harry, Somewhat dark
Pairing: Yusuke/Harry
Disclaimer: I don’t own HP or YYH
Prisoner of a Prophecy
Chapter 3
How do you know when someone is dead if you do not see them die?
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Bright blue eyes were slitted against the cold night air that rushed past him in his fast flight, brow was furrowed as he concentrated on the way he needed to go, his instinct knowing where to go almost instantly. Arms were slightly out to the side keeping his balance in the air as he directed himself towards the far ground and the distress that he had sensed many hours ago.
Shooting through the dark clouds, wings tight against his back, he soon broke through the dense coverage and through the snowfall, see the land where he was aiming for. Loads of streets and houses were laid beneath his descending figure, making it quite confusing with all the homes looking identical in the immediate area. Opening his wings he slowed almost to a stop and surveyed the area, using his in tune aura to pinpoint the other that was fading.
A curse spiralled into the air as he immediately dived once more towards the ground, not stopping until the last second. Pulling up the familiar jerk of stopping instantly did not faze him, the pain that once crippled him now not even affecting his body at all. Settling himself upon the ground he shook his head and wings to get the snowfall off of them, curling his lip in distaste as the cold, wet substance that had ruined many a silk clothing in the past.
Glancing upwards, he looked through the increasing snow storm and located the house that he had been tugged to this whole time, the aura that he had followed was waning, a sign that death was far too close for comfort. Adjusting the pack that hung far below his wings, he strode to the door, narrowing his bright blue gazer at the no 4 gold number that was in the door, he decided on a more impersonal manner to get the occupants attention.
Bringing one of his hands down to his side, he swung it back and caught the small scythe that hung from his arm, another hanging off the other arm. Bringing his hand up, he used his Rekai to unravel the leather so it would not get tangled but his body. Sliding the leather slightly down he began to swing the scythe faster and faster, around and around until it was at its maximum speed. Then he chucked it was the door, splintering the coloured wood and making a horrendous crashing sound that echoed into the house.
Grinning widely his longer-than-normal-length-fangs showing, he strode in, his other hand swiping the battered hat off his head to dust off the snow upon it. Placing it back upon his head he pulled back on the leather of the scythe and clipped it to his belt to keep it out the way. Swinging the other in a slower motion, he walked foreword into a living room and stopped the obese man in his tracks.
The other looked shocked and slightly fearful of his appearance; stutters came from his throat as he swallowed in nervousness. Then with a breath that seemed to take a lot of effort the man straightened his posture as he face went cold as his moustache seemed to bristle.
“You Sir are trespassing on private property.” He titled his head at the guy, bright eyes evaluating him quicker than most minds could comprehend. Dismissing him he began to walk past the guy but was stopped with a large beefy hand upon his arm. He grimaced in disgust as he recoiled and sent his other scythe at the man. Blood splattered behind the man as a shocked look overtook his features.
“No-one and I mean no-one ever touches me without my trust and respect…” His voice was a growl bet full of meaning, fear crept into the others eyes before he faded, death having overtaken him. Hearing a terrified squeak, he turned to the kitchen and walked in, eyeing the two who were standing at the table half risen, he growled at them to sit and stay where they were in not uncertain terms.
They obeyed, the horse like woman was very pale, a sick look about her, the other which he could tell was spawn of the man who was now dead burst out into fake tears trying to get someone to do what he wanted. Using the rope that he had bought along with him, he tied them to their chairs to make sure they would not escape, then turning around he walked to the near hidden door to the basement and ripped it open. It having been locked before, frowning he descended into the darkness shivering from the coldness that was even worse than the outside and even penetrated his think skin.
-
Harry shifted slightly pain radiating from every part of him; teeth were gritted with eyelids shut tightly, tears falling down pale cheeks. He was curled within the warmest corner he could find a thin layer of ice upon his body, his blood flow sluggish as the night got colder still, winter was here. Arms were around his legs with him curled into the tightest ball imaginable, the plants once used now doing nothing for the deathly chill that was killing him.
A door above opened but he made no move, strands of hair frozen to his face as he slept, not aware of the danger that was silent but deadly. The cold had dulled his senses and torn his fire away, the very thing that he needed to survive. Footsteps could be heard descending the stone steps and cursing of the weather and other things permeated the air, as the figure got closer shivering in the chill.
Ears did not move towards the figure showing how close to death he was, fingers and toes were blue, his figure pale white all over, the bloody cuts upon his body inflicted by his uncle frozen solid, leading the coldness into his very life stream and spirit. A hand reached out and placed itself upon his shoulder, but instantly retracted with another curse fumbling with something.
Then reaching out the person wrapped a blanket around his body, Harry’s eyelids flicked for a second but stilled his body slumping as strength began to be lost in the icy death that awaited him. An arm slid under his knees, another under his back and lifted him limply into the air, carrying him out of that hell that he had been encased in by a fool of a headmaster Dumbledore and his associates the Order of the Phoenix.
-
Placing the wrapped body on the couch he carefully caressed one cheek of the near death Kitsune, he had been lucky that the young one was a Silver Spirit Kitsune crossbred with Toushin and Ningen blood or so he could sense from the aura of the very young Kitsune. Retracting his hand he let it rest on his knee the other toying with his black locks of hair that were carefully kept out the way by his hat, ponytail over his shoulder and hanging down his chest.
Straightening up he took a step out of the spell range and instantly sound rushed back to him. Looking over the red residue of the demonic spell he was pleased to find that there were no breakages in the oval like shape that wrapped gently around the Kitsune who was dead to the world. Turning away he began the trek to the living room glad he had put the sound barrier up if the yelling and screaming were anything to go by.
“I am going make you wish that you had never laid a finger upon the Kitsune Ningen…” Stepping into the room it went silent both occupants watching him with wary eyes, fear in the woman’s and defied arrogance in the others.
“…I will enjoy making you scream in fear and torment knowing how you have damned your own souls, for near killing one of the rarest creatures within the three worlds...” Letting a cold smirk slide upon his face he slowly moved towards them knowing he wanted them to understand and fear him and his kind before they died.
“…You will despair knowing it could have all been avoided if you had not touched him, but no you, with your own hands dealt punishment and tore the skin of the purest being that you will have ever met...” They would curse their own existence for harming such a rare Forbidden Child like the one who lay near death. Swinging one of his scythes into hand he began to swing it round and round, relishing in the terror that was growing in the eyes of the two of them.
“He should be the one dealing out punishment but I will so in his stead. Now prepare yourselves for I will make you feel pain tenfold, everything you have done to him will be reflected upon you and you will drown in your sins. For it is your own fault and I will not allow this atrocity to go unpunished, so we begin.”
-
It was only a short time later that screams were heard from no 4 Privet Drive, as someone took out all their anger and disgust out upon them. They were all later found dead, blood splattered on all surfaces terror upon their faces, with a certain saviour missing from the scene, though living conditions down in the basement were found with the door broken into shards along with old blood stains on the floors and walls, frost covering everything.
-
His brow furrowed as he shifted within the blankets, turning Harry yawned showing off his white canines and tongue, then shut his jaw with a snapping sound. Opening his eyes he blinked at the firelight that he was facing, confusedly he stared at it for a long second before pushing himself upright. Looking around the cave in mystification he was slightly worried to where he was as this was not the place he had fallen unconscious in.
Though, he frowned, anything was better than that hell he had been in, no better than a prisoner he had been treated. Bringing his legs up he wrapped his arms around them and was surprised to find he had muscle once again or what was left of it anyhow. Leaning backwards his hair falling into his gaze, he poked his stomach that was a lot larger and healthier than he remembered it being.
Tilting his head, his ears pricked up as he heard someone crunch their way into the cave, grumbling could be heard and as the person got closer so could the words.
“…didn’t it, oh why couldn’t it be easy? No they have to see me and scream ‘AAH DEMON’ and then run after me with their little weapons of sticks. Ghh why do English Ningen have to be... Oh your awake didn’t expect that, how you doing?” Looking over at the cave entrance he was surprised to see as bat Youkai who was standing in the entrance to the room. Blinking at the other for a long second he took in the others appearance.
The other was around 6ft 4in, he had black hair that was tied up in a ponytail high on his head with a battered looking hat that sat there with two holes for his pointed ears, as he could see anyhow. Bright blue eyes lit with humour and seriousness surveyed him and as the other titled his head a ruby pendent swung merrily from his neck as it slipped from his shirt. A Ripped dark blue shirt served as a top as well as a buffer for his wings that were folded against his back. Leather was wrapped around his arms to which two small scythe blades hung ready to be used within an instant. A black belt was wrapped around his waist also black and on it were two hooks for the small scythes to hang when not in use. Black trousers along with boots finished the assemble creating quite an imposing picture if not for the small smile upon the others face.
A small blush appeared on his face as Harry ducked his head, ears lowered in embarrassment as his hair covered his face to protect his dignity. Laughter came from the other as crunching footsteps were heard, before with a huff of breath and a grunt as the other placed something down hard upon another surface. Lifting his eyes from his lap he watched the other swing his scythe to his hand and carve into the creature that he had brought, splitting the hide he went about gutting and skinning the soon to be meal.
Interested as his stomach rumbled, he watched ears fully upright and trained fully on the meal that was keeping his full attention. That was when he realised the other was watching him out the corner of his eyes as he also concentrated upon his task, Harry flicked his eyes away as he fisted his hands in his lap. That was when he noticed, his hands were shaking ever so slightly and as he lifted then so did his arms, shoulders and upper body.
Green eyes were wide in alarm as he saw the shaking slowly get worse and fear ran through him, what had happened, why was he so weak that his body was beginning to fail him. Multitudes of questions ran through his mind as he stared disbelieving at the weakness that was displayed, but then he was cut off as a clawed hand covered his hands and gently lowered them to the bedspread. Looking up into the Blue eyes of one he did not recognise he realised he would have to ask, if only to get his mind off the situation.
“Who are you?” A smirk crawled upon the other face as he titled his head slightly, revealing what looked like fangs to Harry’s gaze.
“The names Kuronue and that’s all you need to know.”
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End Chapter 3
I’ll explain next chapter why Harry’s was in his Kitsune form and not his human form when found.
Translations:
Japanese to English
Youkai – Full Demon
Hanyou – Half Demon
Ningen – Human
Mazoku – type of demon kind
Toushin – war demon
Kitsune – fox
Jaganshi – Jagan eye master
Kami – God
Baka - Idiot
Ototo – Younger brother