Visiting Men (Nurarihyon no Mago x Yu Yu Hakusho crossover idea)
It began with a crash.
Something large hit the tree in their garden, loud and sudden in its appearance. It crashed through several branches before landing at the base of the tree.
Shiori, having been cleaning the room next to the backyard, was the first to arrive at the thing’s side. She gasped when she saw that the thing that had crashed through the tree was in fact a man. A man whose skin was covered in scratched from the tree, and had a large stab wound through his abdomen. Shiori immediately tried to pick him up and carry him into the house, heedless of the blood staining her clothing. The moment Kurama–Shuuichi to Shiori–arrived, he hesitated for but a moment before helping her.
This man had youki.
They laid him upon the couch and retrieved the medical kit. Kurama tended to the man’s wounds while Shiori called the hospital.
“There is a man here, he’d heavily injured. He looks like he’s… been stabbed? He’s unconscious and I’m- I’m worried about him. There’s a lot of blood.”
There was a groan from the man, quiet enough that Shiori couldn’t hear it but Kurama could. Kurama leaned closer, breathing in the scent of Yamabuki blossoms. It clung to him, but wasn’t his own scent. Where had that scent come from? It was extremely recent…
He opened his eyes to reveal pools of molten gold, brighter than even Kurama’s in his Yoko form. “Whe-?”
“You’re in my home. He found you bleeding in our backyard,” Kurama whispered. “You’re yokai, correct?” The man stiffened, eyes narrowed. “Mother is human,” Kurama continued. “She knows nothing of our world. She’s calling the hospital–a human place of healing–now. If you don’t want to go there, then I suggest you leave quickly.”
The man smiled and closed his eyes. He seemed to let out a breath, before shifting. He lost his otherworldly air, his long mane of hair vanished until there was only a long, low ponytail left. When he opened his eyes again, they were brown rather than liquid gold.
“The hospital sounds good,” he said, voice barely audible even to Kurama’s enhanced ears. “They won’t notice anything otherworldly now.”
Then he let out a rather pained sound, one loud enough to catch Shiori’s attention, and that cut off any further interaction between the man and Kurama.
Shiori fussed over the man, tending him in any way she could. Meanwhile, Kurama ran doing things his mother had asked of him. All the while, he thought.
That guise was so clearly human. Completely and utterly human.
How?
It was as if he had human blood–but that was impossible, wasn’t it? The only ones capable of leaving the barrier between Makai and Ningenkai are the weakest yokai and those far too injured to do any harm-like Kurama. The only yokai capable of breeding with humans are among the strongest of yokai, those of similar strength to Kurama before he had nearly died and taken on a human form, and there was no way for any of them to have passed through the barrier. Was it possible one had found a way through? Or was there another explanation? Was this yokai older than the barrier? That was a possibility. Perhaps he lived in Makai and had only managed to cross over because of his injuries, not unlike what Kurama had done. But that explanation didn’t sit right with Kurama. Something still left off.
The paramedics arrived and the strange yokai was taken off to the hospital. After he was gone, Shiori and Kurama went about cleaning up. There was blood all over the couch and the floor, as well as first aid supplies scattered about the living room table.
The next day, they received word that the mysterious man had vanished.
Three weeks later was the next time Kurama came across the mysterious yokai who had crash landed in his backyard. He lay in the branch of a tree in one of the parks, looking out to the lake. He looked like a yokai once more, long gravity defying hair and startling eyes and all. He looked peaceful, especially as he quietly sipped sake from a small red cup.
He seemed to notice Kurama watching him, and looked over to see who it was. Upon seeing it was Kurama, he smiled, nodded his head, and lifted his sake cup in greeting.
“Join me?”
Kurama frowned and glanced around. There were people in the park, but they were far and few between and none of them seemed to take any notice of the two yokai by the lake. Taking this into consideration, Kurama nodded and made his way onto a branch near the strange yokai. He took a seat and leaned against the bark of the tree, relaxing at the feel of the wood behind him and the soft sound of the plant song filling his ears.
The strange yokai–Kurama really should get a name from him–offered Kurama an empty sake cup. Kurama took it and watched as the strange yokai poured some into the cup.
“A thanks,” the yokai said, one eye closed and his mouth settled into a lazy smirk. “For your help the other day.”
Kurama hummed and sipped, enjoying the feeling of alcohol sliding down his throat. The sake was a bit sweet, but it still tasted all together pleasant. “What is your name?” Kurama asked.
“I am Nura Rihan. And yourself?”
“I am called Kurama.”
“Kurama, huh?” Rihan sighed and shook his head, eyes distant as he stared out to the water. The surface of the lake was still, the water quietly lapping at the shore. A breeze blew past them, ruffling their hair, and rippling the surface of the lake.
“How did you get here from the Makai?” Kurama asked. It had been something he had pondered often.
“I didn’t,” Rihan answered. “If fact, until two weeks ago, I was unaware of the existence of Makai. Or Reikai. I didn’t know of either of them.” At Kurama’s sharp look, Rihan smirked. “Strange, isn’t it? And no one here seems to have heard of my family either. The Nura Clan. No one has heard so much as whispers of it here.” Rihan let out a long, low sigh. “I am beginning to think I managed to jump realities. That, or this entire place is one elaborate illusion. Who knows?”
“Jumped realities?” Kurama parroted, thinking over the implications of it. He paused. “Why would people have heard of your family?”
Rihan hummed. “At home, there isn’t a yokai who hasn’t heard of the Nura Clan or its heads. It is a clan that has existed for near a thousand years. Four hundred years ago, it became the most powerful clan in the world. My father, Nurarihyon, defeated the previous Lord of Pandemonium and took the title for himself. ‘Master of all Spirits’ they called him. I took over that post as well. There are few who do not know of the Nura Clan’s power. And yet… Here…”
“That is quite the conundrum.”
“So it is.”
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In which Nura Rihan ends up in the world of yyh with no explanation of how he got there. He makes the best of it.
Love, love, LOVE it!