Mythos: The End of the River (YomiMukuro)
Author: japancat
Content Rating: PT
Published: 2012-10-15 01:03:07
Tags: Yuyu Hakusho, Mukuro



Summary:
The real reason why Yomi and Mukuro hate each other.

Author´s Notes and Disclaimers:
Tuesdays are crack pairings day.
Chapter 12
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He was a bandit. A young bandit. Back when he had his sight, making a name for himself as the second in command to the great Youko Kurama, and also for being a complete stooge that ruined their missions. But there was a brotherhood between the two apparently, and that was what kept him from being let go. Or so he said in his meetings with Mukuro.

They met on some midsummer's eve. He was walking along the bank of a river, grumbling to himself about his latest failure. Mukuro was hiding in the bushes, then still living as a woman, dressed in the rags that most eyes took to mean one thing- prostitute. It was enough to keep her on her toes to defend herself. She was sitting, knotting her still long hair in a knot to keep it from her eyes when she heard the coming footsteps. Her eyes still locked on him, she watched as he came.

She sank back. He was closer. Then- damn! Her foot caught a twig. He stood straight, then turned and rushed to the bushes. She released her hair to ready to attack. But she moved to late and he had her pinned to the ground.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

"No one," she said, the first thing that came to mind. He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her in the ground, which actually did nothing to harm her but it was enough close contact that she felt more panicked. "Really, I have no name! I'm just some whore!"

"…Really… How much?"

She spat in his face. "Not for sale you asshole."

"What the hell kind of whore are you?" One hand grabbed at her throat and the other ran down to grab at her clothes. But he looked at her face and saw the fear had morphed into pure undiluted rage. He jumped back. She was starting to power up. "Okay, okay, okay. None of that then. You weren't sent to kill me, were you?"

"You get away from me. Leave this place or I will kill you."

He did as he was told.

He walked along the bank a couple of weeks later and found the same girl there. She was washing her hands in the river. Looking in the water, he saw the tints of blood. Her clothes were covered with blood. She had a hand on the hem of her dress, was about to lift it when she looked over her shoulder, her left shoulder and saw him there.

"You want to make peace?" Yomi asked.

"You're saying that because you don't want me to kill you," she said. "Look at the blood. I have these from my victims. They all screamed. Like you would."

"Okay, I was wrong to try anything on you."

"You think I can forgive someone who says that? You're only sorry you might get killed."

"No, really."

"Why do you want me to…?"

"You can join us. My group. I remembered that you have power and my group can use someone like you. There's some girls with us so you'll fit in."

"You told him, didn't you? Your leader? Youko Kurama."

"It was a good one, too. If you scare me, then we…"

"I'm not interested."

"But you don't have to be afraid, we're family so…"

"I don't trust people like you. People who just throw about offers because it's convenient for you. Admit it. You just want the glory of having found me. You don't want to know who I am as a person. And what'll you do? Just say, 'Hello, I met this random unnamed girl on the river here. Take her in.'" The girl splashed her hands in the water again.

"I can give you what you want."

"I want you to leave me alone."

Yomi sighed. "Tell you what. You follow us and decide if you wanna be part of the group."

"If not?"

"…How about… I wager my life?" He grinned. He was sure he would win as he always was.

The girl looked at him. Well, she could kill a bird with this stone then…. "Fine. But I don't want to be found. You are the only one allowed to speak to me at all. If anyone finds me or tries to talk to me, then you automatically lose the bet and I get to kill you."

"And one more thing. We'll have a codename for you." She cocked a brow. "Well, if no one is supposed to know you're there and I need to find you, I'll have something to shout. Now give me a word."

"Call me…. Call me Mukuro."

"Why?"

"Don't you know why?"

"…Sure I do." Actually, he was sure she was just a very macabre person and decided to go with it anyway. He had never actually seen the other side of her face as her hair had covered that side of her.

So she followed the bandits in their treks, bush to bush, just to observe. At the points of idolness, Yomi would call her out, and she came as was asked. And every time, he would ask her her opinion. He always got one that was to the effect of "Give me more time."

Rather than badger her more on it, he decided to try to entertain her with blown up stories of his successes in the missions. By the sheer tone of his speech, she knew it was just that. Just taking the credit for the work of Youko Kurama. She never complained. In fact, she looked forward to hearing his fairy tales just because she loved a good story even if it was a baldfaced lie.

Her interest he took as a blossoming affection and he tried to fish more of her persona out of her just to know what he was getting in to before going for the prize again. She was extremely vague about it. The fact that yes, she had had a man before. Yes, she was an only child. She came from a well off family. But never more than that. She started to feel his concern and was a little bothered.

But still, she found she was taking a liking to the fool and his tall tales. Why not? She let him talk to her. Before long, she allowed him to make physical contact in terms of merely touching. But still she refused to join the group, fearing at that point she would become a kept woman in his presence. She wouldn't have minded just them two being the travelers. But that's what happens when you enter a thief's life too late.

And even still, she hid her face from him just to wait until she knew it was time to really trust him.

Nine months into the relationship, Yomi screwed up. Bad. She saw it from the distance. She could hear the sounds of Kurama's voice carrying her direction. She wanted to run over there and try and protect him. But she didn't want to break the promise. She didn't want him to die. It carried on into the night.

Yomi passed through her direction without calling her, but she came out of her hiding place again. He didn't turn to her when she came out.

"Yomi," she said.

He paused and turned around. His normal attitude was not the same. He was not the cheerful story teller.

"Yomi?"

"Leave me be, Mukuro."

"I can still listen."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"I will follow."

"Do as you wish."

And she stepped behind him, matching her small steps to his long strided ones. At one point she grabbed onto his hand and they walked like that. He looped around and came closer to the camp. She let go.

"I'll have a mission tomorrow. I got a tip from someone. When I come back… Give me your answer already."

She nodded.

The next day, she waited. She waited all day. But he never came.

He never came the next day.

Or the next.

She left her post and started following the river again. Just as she finally gave up on expecting him, she saw a body at the bank. Yomi's. She hurried over and saw he was still breathing, in extreme labored breaths. She rolled him on his back and saw blood all over his face. He swung his arms around. She grabbed his hands.

"No… It's okay," she whispered. "It's me." He relaxed. She took some water and started to wash the blood from his face. "….I'm sorry."

"Mukuro… Let me touch your face…. I want to see you."

This was it. She nodded and guided her hands to her face. He pulled back.

"What the hell is that? A tree? Don't play with me!"

"…I see." She stood up. "I see."

She started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Yomi asked.

"…I don't want to be in your group. You're as good as dead now. Live on without me."

"Why?"

"…I don't want to be with a man who does not accepted the scarred self that I am." And she left him at the bank of the river.

She grew stronger, hid her face, took on the guise of the man. She didn't think she could trust someone to love anymore. She kept the name. Mukuro. She used it as the king.

Then Yomi was king.

…The day of the tournament, she revealed herself. The day after, she found Yomi, lead him away from Shura.

"What do you want, Mukuro?" Yomi asked.

His voice saying her name was still sandpaper to her ears. Still, she took his hand and placed it on her scars. "You understand, don't you?"

"You're…?"

"I loved you. But now I don't. I will kill you, because I don't love you anymore. But I won't be today. It will be in the future."

"I didn't mean it. I was…"

"It meant the same to me. Good luck sleeping."

She walked away, passed Shura. That dumb ass kid.

The dumb ass kid that was just like his father. God damn him.

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