Ah, finally, the end. Now remember folks. This story jives with the last one...so you're likely to be confused otherwise with this if you didn't read the first two chapters of the last story.
On a second note...this has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Only read if you're curious as to what happens with the memory orb...and Nuema's past, don't worry- no angst, I've had it up to here with writing that -points to above head-. But there's more fluffy crap...because that's what my subconscious craves...although I tell it no. If you're not curious, I won't blame you, you can skip this and go down to the extra comments at the bottom...along with the translations at the end of the odd languages I used in here.
!-Chapter Seventeen-! Epilogue
The twenty-two year old shook his head as he looked down at the orb in his hands. His loose crimson locks got in front of his emerald eyes in the process. The shorter black haired male that had opened the door earlier pulled his hand away and shoved it into his pocket. The other two stood there a moment before retracting their hands as well.
They all looked over at the female that had spoken to them earlier. All of their memories had been returned within a few hours. The one with the terra cotta eyes spoke first.
"So why'd you come here to tell us that, Shiei?"
She pushed a few of her uncooperative bangs out of her eyes. They just fell right back in place. "Because I was asked to, detective."
"So why don't you feel a pull towards that thing?" The one with the carrot shaded hair asked?
"My memories were never removed, I was asleep at the time, in case you already forgot, idiot."
One of her black boots found it's way to the windowsill. She was stopped from leaving by the red haired one speaking, "Shiei...Nuema dropped this earlier. Is she still in town?"
"Hn. Use that stone of yours to find her, fox. She still has it." With that she became a flutter of the black over coat she wore, and then not even that. Hiei followed suit. Soon a black haired woman in her mid forties entered the room. She looked at the one with red hair.
"Shuuichi, I was wondering if your friends were staying for dinner."
"Sorry, but I've gotta go. I'm going out with Keiko tonight." The one with the slicked back black hair said as he walked out of the door. The one with orange hair shook his head as well.
"I've got to study. Me and Urameshi only came to talk about something." He soon followed Yusuke's footsteps and out the door. Kurama stood up, pocketing the orb.
"There's something I need to do, Mother. I'll be back later." He walked over to his closet and put on a light jacket. She nodded and walked out of the door. Whatever he had needed to do, it must have been important from the serious expression on his face.
He walked out of the house and was greeted shortly there after by Hiei after walking only a yard from his house.
"Kurama."
Kurama nodded his head at the fire demon, "What is it, Hiei? I'm pretty sure you hadn't come to talk."
"Actually, I wanted to ask you a question."
"Sure, Hiei. What was it?"
The shorter younger appearing demon looked troubled with the question that he wanted to ask. After a few minutes he managed to ask it. "Several years ago you were in love with that human, Maya. How did you feel around her?"
Kurama thought as he walked, Hiei was waiting rather impatiently for an answer. "Different, I suppose. I just felt different talking to her, and wanted to keep talking to her for a long time. Sometimes I wasn't able to stop thinking about her, even when she wasn't around. Why, Hiei?" His green eyes alighted on the far shorter demon. He was curious as to what had provoked the question from Hiei.
Hiei had continued walking, but was struck into a deep silence. He frowned after a while of contemplating, as if he didn't like what he had thought about. "That's been happening to me lately. I wanted to know the source. I don't think that's it."
Kurama twitched an eyebrow, "Around who? Shiei?"
Hiei frowned and looked up at Kurama, "That's none of your concern," he said, emphasizing the your. Then he jumped off into a nearby tree. Kurama sighed as his shorter friend left.
He walked on for a little bit. His feet were carrying him onward as he thought. He knew Shiei was right, he could find Nuema if he used his stone. He was contemplating whether or not he should. Nuema had taken his memories away for a reason, but he couldn't figure out what. He didn't even know what to do with the orb. His mother had forgotten the experience in demon world, so he didn't want her to find it and touch it. Eventually he realized where his feet were taking him, when he reached the top of a hill that over looked the bustling city.
He was surprised when he found out that he was not alone on the hill. Standing there was the woman from before, hands in her pockets as she looked at the town thoughtfully. A slight smile graced her features, a smile that appeared not to be of happiness Kurama noted to himself. She turned to look at him when he stopped walking. She held out a hand, but kept staring at the city.
"Kurama. Could I have the memory orb back?" she asked of him, not really needing to ask him if he had it on him. She knew him well enough.
Kurama pulled the glass appearing sphere out of his pocket, but procrastinated in handing it back to her. "Not if you're going to wipe my memories again, Nuema." His voice sounded somewhat angry.
Nuema scoffed, "Nah. Given up on that," she finally lifted her hazel eyes to look at him. "Admittedly, it was stupid of me in the first place."
The red head nodded in agreement. He flicked his wrist, the orb flew threw the air and landed in Nuema's out stretched palm. She closed the fist and pocketed it. Nuema could tell that Kurama was still a little angry with her, and she didn't blame him. "It's just that, when I was going to move from here four years ago, I wanted to leave without a trace. After a while I thought about it, and decided that I should come back. I was eventually going to let you see the orb."
Nuema had taken to looking back at the city. She turned to look at him again, "You've got to understand, Kurama...I was still pretty broken up about everything that had happened. When my parents said they were moving back to America, I didn't know what to do really, so I decided to go to college in America with them. I was going to tell you all before I left, but when I heard that you guys had been concerned when you thought I had died...I couldn't. I thought everyone would be worried about me, I didn't want that." a smaller smile found it was to her face, "It was probably wrong, though, that's why it was stupid. I shouldn't have messed with your memories. For that I apologize."
She let a small sigh escape from her, "What's been bothering me for a while is if any of you could forgive me when I told you all of that." She tilted her head to the side to study Kurama's face, "so, what I'd like to know is; can you?"
His glare disappeared and he nodded. Kurama walked forward several paces, stopping three yards shy of the girl. "What were you broken up about?"
Nuema closed her eyes and sighed, "Well, my brother's death, mainly. And the thought of losing the rest of my family, even if they were adopted."
"Adopted?"
She nodded and squared her shoulders, "Sure. I suppose you noticed that they were too young to be my real parents. Well, that and they both had very blonde hair...and shared almost nothing in appearance with me."
Kurama chuckled, "I had wondered about that when I first saw them." At that she had to smile as well. "So, why did you want to leave without a trace? I don't think it's as simple as you explained it."
She shrugged, "More idiocy, really. You see, I thought that if I left without you guys remembering me, I could leave without wanting to come back. That way I could remain unattached to you guys...and not pull the same mistake my biological mother did."
"What was that mistake?"
Nuema paused as she felt Kurama watching her silently. When she sensed that he was about to retract his question she spoke up. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about it, trying to gather it all in my head. This is a long explanation.
"It was about, sixteen years ago, after Taishu was born. I had started to refine my telekinetic powers, so that I could run from my father faster. He was normally drunk at home, and had a bad temper. You can guess where that's going, can't you. I don't need to explain that.
When I say my mother made a mistake, I don't mean I didn't respect her. I did, a lot. She was tough, and never cried or showed any sign of fear. I wanted to become just like her. I wasn't doing too bad either, I think. But that's me digressing. You see, she normally took the beatings from my father for me, and then my brother. One time I showed her that I could make things move, and barriers. After that I said that if we were to leave, I'd keep my dad from doing anything more to her.
"The hardest thing for me was that she said no. I didn't understand what she had meant by that. She told me that she never wanted to leave him. That she was still in love with him. Her mistake was pretty obvious to me; she had been blinded by love. She couldn't see past her love for him. She couldn't see him as the abusive freak that he was." When Kurama noticed that her shoulders were shaking he had thought that she had been crying. However, he noticed that talking about all of this had made her angry rather then sad. "I never want to have that happen to me. I don't want to be blinded by my emotions towards anyone to see them for what they are. That's the mistake I never want to repeat. That's why I thought it best if I never attached strings, anywhere."
It took Kurama a moment to speak. "So what became of her mistake?"
"She died. My father became so angry once that he fired a gun at her. It killed her slowly because he wouldn't call an ambulance. When the police arrived he was taken to jail, he's been there for the past while, and will be for a very long time. As much as I loved and respected my mother, I didn't cry once at the funeral. Except, I became rather...depressive. An American couple adopted me, they had been living in Japan for a few years. At that time they moved back to America for seven years. I met you all when they returned. When my brother died at year later, my last living relative was gone. It hurt a lot." She smiled to herself in irony and chuckled, "Want to know the funny thing about it?"
Kurama was in shock at how she could laugh after telling that story. Most people would have been in tears. He was curious as to why she was in such a pleasant state of affairs, "Sure, what?"
"Up until two or three years ago, I think they both were frowning at me. Mother had never wanted me to mourn her death, but I did. Taishu never wanted me to ever stay as closed to everyone else as he knew I was, but I have. He's probably still frowning at me." She laughed and looked up, "I hope he isn't," Nuema looked back at Kurama. "But this is me ranting. I'm glad you accepted my apology. I didn't mean to bite your ears off there, Kurama." She turned to leave.
Yes, that is the very end of that. Well, it probably isn't. There were several more things that I was going to add, but to avoid overly mushy, fluffy, romance type stuff, which I find overly cliché, I decided to cut it short. To appease my subconscious I will be writing a one shot sequel to this. Whether or not I add it online, is up to me and me alone.
Translations of the other languages Cercain and Shato:
Cercain used in the story:
Musai- Bind. Ch. 2
Musai'jai- binding. Ch. 2
Daken'jai- explosion. Ch. 10
Kan'as moche teu- Show me. Ch. 10
Nisu- To protect. Ch. 12
Anen- to disappear. Ch. 12
Dasen'as moche iue cansei humando- Return us to the human town Ch. 12
Sanin'as moche iue sere manen ter kan...- Bring us to level three of... Ch. 12
Sanin'as moche iue sere jukans- Bring us to the stones... Ch. 12
Dasen'as moche iue sere...- Return us to... Ch. 15
Jinsen kan tamen- Forget and remember Ch. 16
Shato used in the story:
Shunoonca- Idiot. Ch. 8
Tela conso'nei shunooncas- Stop staring idiots Ch. 8
Shanleconloteshafa -Return to point Ch. 12
Tecka sha quecote shanta'lo tenna, Shiei. Ca seta de calay shika conlote shefa stana quecote landela.-I see you found me, Shiei. It's so very good to hear from you again. Ch. 12
Shucka, Shiei, shucka. Sonte quecote shanna conlote shanta tenna, konlo shanatela shickcons, conace conlote Makai. Tecka siala lenda shien solateana lata. Quecote jahna sha-Temper, Shiei, temper. If you want to find me, and your friends, come to Makai. I'm in the third level. You'll see. Ch. 12
Tecka jahna dema teelo'nei conlote sha quecote lenda sholen. Tanaka jahna dema camalon. Shinta shanatena'co.- I'll be waiting to see you in person. They'll be alive. End transmission. Ch. 12
ShanagalendashiengalatalotonShatolonga- Open in the name of Shatolonga's killer Ch. 13
Saiji sanaka taina- Fire ball spell Ch.15
Seibanki - Energy drain spell Ch. 15
Shanaca tela- Cancel previous spell Ch 15
Disuko saijan- Fire disk spell Ch. 15
Shaca- Barrier spell Ch. 15
Shanakono tena scape- The escape spell. Ch. 15
Two Halves One Whole- Troubles extra comments by the authorAh, where to start with this one? How about all the stuff I was planning to do in this series, originally...well there was what you've seen Memories and Troubles. Also probably appearing will be a one shot sequel: Finales. Then maybe if I'm in the mood: Middles, which was originally going to be titled, What Happened Then. That just sounds stupid.
Anyways, at a much later date I'll go through Memories and make alterations as I see fit. I'll also be going through Troubles. This is to make the two stories flow properly. I mean, man, do they suck as a two story series. That and Memories just doesn't jive with me, and Nuema's old character. It's jake in this one, but in the old story, good lord, such a bad character. Probably because I was still developing her at that time.
More about Nuema. I was originally intending on pairing her with Kurama...as you can obviously see. Now, I'm just not sure. We'll find out in Finales, I suppose. Trust me, I was getting as tired of the mushy stuff as you were reading these stories. I really, seriously, was.
!-Digi-!