Konnichiwa minna-san!! I am somewhat proud to hereby
introduce you to a sample of my disturbed mind.... Anyway, this is a fanfic based on the anime
series Yu Yu Hakusho. Yu Yu Hakusho is owned and created
by Yoshihiro Yogashi. I just went and grabbed the
characters to use in my own diabolical experiments. ^-^
That would make this plot and storyline mine. I make no
claim in owning the original set of characters from Yu
Yu Hakusho, BUT all characters from the Underworld
(except for the basic concept of Koashura) and then some
were created by me. ^.- Anyway, hope you enjoy this
segment. It isn't done yet... What's here as of May 22,
2000 is only the first segment in Part One. Sorry,
school kills. What can I say? I'll try to finish up the
rest of this ASAP... ~Myew *^^*
Notes:
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[ ] signifies internal voices
( ) indicate character thoughts
->->->->-> signifies the start of flashbacks/dreams
<-<-<-<-< signifies the end of flashbacks/dreams
/ / signifies telepathy/mental dialogue ^^
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Part I: Dischord
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"I gaze up into darkness and wonder what the light would
bring, when all is lost for me and nothing means
everything..." ~Myew
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Light snaked seductively over the smooth, reflective
curves of glimmering water. The faint impression of
lushly crowned trees swayed waveringly in their depths
before revealing the shallowness of their illusional
divination. There was a dismal feel to the air as
droplets of water wept across the rough edges of a path
formed with graves. Puddles slowly rippled in time with
a nonexistent wind as they sent haloed rings of silvery
light skittering over the dark, ominous stones.
"Ne..." whispered a dark figure dreamily, looking up
to peer into devastatingly cold, sapphire eyes. "Can you
feel it Anu-chan?"
"...?" the other merely looked down at the slender
form nestled in his arms and tugged at his lover's long,
silky hair. "...hn."
The long haired figure sighed, pouting. "You're no
fun, Anu-chan..."
"...something is happening..." murmured the husky
voice grudgingly.
"Yeah..." Violet eyes gleamed as full, sensuous lips
twitched into a wicked smile of maniacal glee. "It feels
like something significant is about to occur..."
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Part 1-1: Identifying Pretense
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(Hate me.... you all hate me...) Strands of dark
chestnut hair, glinting cornsilk gold as the light hit
it, slid limply between slender fingers as the
despondent figure propped his face in his hands at his
desk wearily.
(Father hates me, mother hates me, George hates
me... Botan... Yuusuke... everyone... *hates* me. They
should hate me. They must hate me... Hatred is all I
deserve.) Behind the safety of his hands, the teen's
face twisted in dark despair. (What am I? Just what am I
to justify my worthless existence? I can't do anything
right... everything I try just comes out wrong... *They*
all say so...) A tiny tremor ran through the fragile
frame. (I...)
Liquid gold glimmered faintly from behind the
interlocked fingers. Lips twisted themselves into a
savage, self-mocking smile. {I want them... to hate
me... That way, they can't pity me...) His hands lost
their firm resolve and dropped lifelessly to the desk as
the young god leaned back in his chair with a soft
groan. (I am so pathetic...)
"Koenma-sama!!" rang out a clear, cheerful voice.
The determined exuberance vibrating within the sentence
was so intense, it bordered on false. (Botan...) Koenma
slammed his thoughts back into their place-tightly
sealed behind the dark abyss devouring his soul.
Sure enough, a whirlwind of sky blue and pastel pink
twirled into his spacious office and skidded to a stop
before the straightening young god. "Koenma-sama!" Wind
from the Spirit Guide's passage sent eddies of paper
floating to the office floor. Which was covered with
stacks of paper anyway.
"Hai, Botan?" Koenma asked after a moment, allowing
his modulated voice to squeak ever so slightly. "What-"
He flinched back in startlement as Botan thrusted a
moderate pile of silver sealed files at him.
"Here!" she panted, "The first files from the recent
battle in Pakistan and India!" She leaned against her
oar for support, fanning herself wearily. "This one
looks pretty bad, Koenma-sama!"
"Oh man..." Koenma groaned, leafing through the
stack. "*Another* fight? What is wrong with those two
countries? I get at least a hundred deaths from them per
day!"
"Anou... Koenma-sama?" Botan cut in tentatively.
"Ummh... hai?"
"This time's battle wasn't an ordinary one..." She
pointed at the open door to his office wordlessly. A
flash of emotion flitted across the Spirit Guide's face.
With a feeling of dread, Koenma leaned over his
crowded desk to peer outside. He was, inevitably,
presented with a scene of havoc.
"OIII!! Place stack x385c over here!!" bellowed a
red oni.
"Aa, aa!! Hai!!" There was a furious scrabble of
movement as dozens of oni struggled to position a
considerable number of papers. In hundreds of stacks.
"Geoffery!" shouted a green oni above the chaos.
"Where do I put the Underworld orders for all these
people?" The burly oni was staggering underneath an
*enormous*, leaning tower of papers.
"HORA! These too!! Where do I put these
investigation requests?!!" a black oni yelled, arms
bulging alarmingly from carrying a literal mountain of
papers.
"ARRRGH!!!" Geoffrey screamed in frustration.
Koenma turned a startlingly shade of white. "Oh...
no..."
Botan grinned sympathetically. "Maa, taihen desu
ne?" She jumped as the twitter of electronics suddenly
jangled in the air. Reaching into the voluminous sleeves
of her pink kimono, she pulled out her pager and peered
at the message scrawling past on its small monitor.
"NANI?!! A hundred more dead?! Oh no..." she glanced up
at Koenma apologetically, "Gomen nasai Koenma-sama, I
need to go... More spirits need to be transported. Jya
na!" Whipping out her oar from her dimensional pocket,
Botan threw herself on the handle and blasted off.
"A... aa. Jya ne."
Koenma stared silently at the continuing chaos
outside his office.
Another mess he had to handle.
He sighed silently, absently schooling his face
into an impassive and expressionless mask. (As heir to
the Reikai it is my duty and responsibility to create
Order from Chaos. My duty comes before all else.
Everything not related to my work is secondary...)
Koenma recited emptily in his mind. (Nothing will
prevent me from completing my duty. Not stress, not
exhaustion, not honor, not friendship, and not... love.
If the exploitation of my emotions can result in
completing my work, I will do it without hesitation. I
am worth nothing...)
Something deep inside Koenma's subconscious laughed
unkindly.
[That's true... you are nothing. No one will care
about you; no one will remember you. All they will see
is your position. You must maintain it... and make
yourself its mere shadow. This is your duty-as heir to
the Gate of Judgment.]
The heavy depression that lived deep within Koenma's
heart ascended to its surface as he stared at the ruckus
outside. He couldn't really hear the noise. His senses
registered the presence of noise, but they failed to
actually hear it. All he could concentrate on was the
utter silence in his mind. Dark. Heavy. Overwhelming...
Unnoticed, his lips slowly moved in a silent,
unconscious whisper. "I feel as if death is slipping
through my hands," he murmured, closing his tormented
eyes, "to taint everything I touch..."
The voice inside his head sniggered.
[When you fail to complete your duty, you lose
control. You become tainted. And no matter what others
have done, they don't deserve to be tainted. You know
that, don't you...]
"Koenma-sama?" queried Geoffrey. The head oni of
warfare disasters suddenly appeared beside Koenma's
desk. Koenma flickered open his eyes in startlement.
Geoffrey frowned slightly. "Anou... is something wrong
Koenma-sama?"
[You know that don't you...]
(I am lost and... hells, I am lonely... but-)
"Iie," Koenma answered, waved blithely. His
attractive face twisted in annoyance. "Kami-sama... why
do I have to deal with all this junk everyday?!" His
exasperated voice quickly transformed into a complaining
whine.
Geoffrey let out a snort. "Heh heh..." He rolled
his eyes. (Same ol' Koenma-sama...) "Maa, what do I do
about-"
[That's right. Do your duty Koenma-*sama*...]
(Ever since that time, all the wrongs left
unright... they turned to voices in my head....)
A young god stared sightlessly at the air before
him, ignoring the curling wisps of morbid flame snaking
around his body. Absently, he bent his hand into a loose
fist. (I question how, but I wonder why... I don't think
it's my fault.) He twitched minutely, his head starting
to ache again. (And the voices... they grow, they
unfurl... they scream inside my head... God, it
_hurts_.)
[...kill...kill...kill...]
(I used to ignore them, but it's getting harder.
I... no longer have control...) The godling wavered
unsteadily for a brief second, pain crossing his teen
features with the fleetness of dissolving snow.
[kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill]
He steadied himself quickly. His lapse in control
went unnoticed by his observers.
(I no longer have control... I've lost it a long
time ago...)
[kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill]
Blood-red eyes came into focus, honing in on the
cowering humans before them. Slit pupils regarded them
with a maniacal intensity. Sensuous lips creased in a
small, unnerving smile. "You have been found guilty..."
[Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill]
"...of refusing to fulfill your sentence and
committing the crime of escape. In the name of Ashura,
Lord of the First Level of the Underworld..."
(No, they're the ones who have control... They give
the orders in my head...)
[Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill]
"I, Koashura, Heir to the First Level of the
Underworld..." A malicious smirk formed upon Koashura's
lips. The taste of fear drenched the air around him. The
pitiful escapees were trembling uncontrollably in the
mud before him, whimpering. Koashura could make out an
occasional stuttered whine of mercy.
But there would be no mercy for them.
[KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL]
(All the voices screaming at me deep within... they
won't spare you. They give no mercy... and they tell me
what to do... I can't deny their wishes, no I can't... I
can't stop them anymore...)
"...hereby condemn you to death. Your sentence,"
Koashura said with a delicate pause, "is the complete
eradication of your souls."
A raging snarl of fire exploded into existence
around Koashura and surged mercilessly to devour all in
its path.
The humans suddenly found their voices as the
inferno touched their skin and started shrieking. The
high-pitched wails of stricken terror blended with the
crackling laughter of violet-black flame with discordant
harmony. The leather clad godling sighed blissfully.
Long strands of red-violet hair fluttered around
Koashura gently, blending in with the fire swirling
lazily around the young god's slender, lean body.
(I've stopped fighting and I've done what they want
me to... they've stopped screaming...)
[Burning... everything... let it burn.]
A myriad of uncontrollable emotions burned in
Koashura's mind. They hurt, but they didn't cause him
pain. They confused, but they didn't deter him from what
he had to do. They controlled, but they didn't take what
he hadn't lost already.
(I had nothing from the start; I knew that... maybe
that's why I didn't fight them...)
[Burn everything. Burn it burn it burn it burn...]
(And now they're laughing with me instead.)
Lord Ashura couldn't help wincing as he watched the
enormous gout of dark flame slowly incinerate the
fugitive humans inch by agonizing inch. He had come
across many blood-chilling screams in his time, but
these shrieks had to take the cake. As it was, every
time he came to observe his son inflict dire punishment
upon the repeated offenders in their territory, he
seemed to find a new definition for the meaning of pain
and suffering.
"Uh... son?" he asked cautiously, mildly unnerved by
the dark laughter shining in the crimson eyes. "Don't
you think this is... going a bit overboard?"
Lord Ashura involuntarily took a step back at the
unholy glee gleaming in the young god's eyes. "Father,
this is Hell. Nothing anyone does is ever overboard."
The amusement in his voice was plain. "But, if such
severity disturbs you..." With a casual flick of his
wrist, Koashura obliterated the dematerializing forms
locked in his flames. "Then I will carry out their
sentence with no further dalliance."
Frowning, the scarlet-haired god looked at his
expressionless child. "It isn't that... are you
alright?" (What happened to the endearing, albeit
conceited, child of mine?)
"What do you mean by that?" the teen scowled,
tilting his head. Strands of flaring red-violet fell
across the kohl-rimmed, feline eyes. The dark vermilion
shades of red shimmering in those unreflective, slit-
pupil orbs were disturbingly reminiscent of blood. "I'm
am very capable of handling my duties as Heir."
"No, I..." Lord Ashura said softly, "was just
worried about you. How have you been feeling lately?"
"...fine," Koashura finally answered gruffly. A
short silence. The arid winds of the terrain lazily
snatched at the scant ashes that signified the remains
of the executed humans. "Thank you for asking," Koashura
added softly, posture altering dramatically. A
melancholy silence fell over his features. Lord Ashura
swore he caught a glimpse of agonizing pain lurking deep
within the now impassive eyes.
"Koashura?" asked his father in concern. His eyes
narrowed as he watched a dark smile form on Koashura's
lips.
"Don't worry about me... father." Koashura sketched
his father a half bow before walking off towards his
next assignment.
[Burn. Burn it all.]
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