Tarnished Gold
epilogue
by M.E.
Tarnished Gold
By: M.E. (Magnificent Entity)
(jam@mac-addict.com)
Epilogue: Kurokin
As she watched the body drop away from her, Koinari's spirit sped upwards through the sky, invisible to the eyes
of the tiny crowd gathered below her. She wished that this hadn't all happened. That she was still Namida
Miku, average high school student, for sure her masquerade under that name had been the happiest time of her life. A
small amount of the rei-ki now available to her in death
reached out, caressing , changing the youko corpse below back into the image of
Miku.
Still surging upwards, Koinari felt herself embraced by the warmth of a gold-white force. A voice spoke in her mind, Memories that had been hidden from her while tin the mortal world resurfaced.
Turning, she hugged the elderly youko standing beside her.
she cried happily in the mindspeech. the youko
continued, smoothing her mixed pelt which mirrored his own.
position as the protector of the youkai race called youko, and my daughter, Koinari, now called Inari, in my place.
Good luck, Inari, on your chosen path.>
Kurama stared out his window at the stars above, remembering once again the recent death of Miku and the
strangeness surrounding it. He had asked Koenma for any information on the disguised youko, only to meet a puzzling
dead end. The demigod had been unable to dredge up anything about the girl- in fact, according to all sources, she
didn't even exist. Curious, the prince had dared a visit to his father on the subject- and been spanked several times
and sent bed without dinner for sticking his nose into places it didn't belong.
Sighing, Kurama got up and got ready for bed. He fell into a restless sleep moments after climbing into bed, and so he never saw the furry gold-black streak that ran past his window.
After all, whether they wore their true form or a borrowed
one, Inari-sama cared for all her kits.
~owari
Notes:
All strangeness regarding the ending is _not_ my fault. Really. I was half asleep and lying in a hammock when I
wrote it. And I wrote the middle afterwards, so it was hard to make it flow. Also, I have a tendency to rush towards the
ending- I'll start out a fic that should be slow paced, and finish it in ten pages instead of thirty because I just
want to get it over with! Hmmm... Blue Jean's might be writing some more scenes for this to fill it out, we
haven't decided yet.
Any refrences that you might find to Miku having blonde hair are due to the fact that halfway through I decided to give her black hair, which changed _everything_ (in particular my art that I'd done for the fic). I might have not found all of the references to her hair colour. Blue Jean's tells me that, in Japan, the teachers change classrooms, not the students. Oh well, I couldn't change that scene, it wouldn't have been the same! (also, you have to admit that the comic relief _was_ needed, right?) Hiei's not in here because when I was writing this he refused to show up for the rehearsals and got cut out of the fic. Stupid antisocial munchkin...grumble... >.< ...maybe he was in the Makai...?
Oi vey, this is threatening to turn into a mini-series...@.@
© June 4, 2000 M.E., also known as Lady Manday of the Orange Root, also known as Mandy H./Manda Hunter or
A.R.H., can be reached at jam@mac-addict.com. Comments, criticisms, death threats, etc. are encouraged and welcomed. Flames
*will* be accepted, but if you send me a flame, I might send one back at you. All tessen wielding bandits from
Konan will be forwarded to Blue Jeans after being liberally doused with sake. Don't say I didn't warn you!