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"My name is Death and the end is here" by always a dreamer


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Hello everyone. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? To be honest, I’ve lacked a lot with inspiration and motivation to write fanfiction or even read it. I feel like for the past few months, I’ve been vacant and simply going through the motions. But something about seeing FoS up and running made me feel like I was home so I’ve decided to post this and hope it’s well received.

I’ve had this idea swimming in my head ever since I heard the song “O Death” sung by Jen Titus. It was background music for the promo clip for Supernatural season five episode “Two Minutes to Midnight.” So that’s what? Two years? Two years this idea has been swimming around in my head; I’ve written several versions of it and finally, after a few failed attempts, I’ve settled on this version. I don’t expect many reviews, or if I’m honest, that many readers since this is a YYH story. YYH isn’t really trending nowadays, but it will forever be trending my heart. After all, Kurama’s my one true love. xD For those of you who do read, I hope you enjoy. And for those of you who review... *drops to knees and offers a low bow* I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you. Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho or O Death sung by Jen Titus.

*-always a dreamer-*



The song that inspired it all: O Death
[ prologue ]


His feet pounded heavily against the tile floor as he sprinted down the long corridor. His palms were sweaty, his heart was pounding within his chest, he could barely feel his legs as he continued on his course.

“Out of the way,” he shouted at the quickly approaching occupants. “Out of the way!

Alarmed, they did as they were told and he was able to pass freely with no obstacles in his way. He needed to deliver the news as quickly as possible. He was technically already late, given the type of news it was.

He could see the door looming on the horizon and a brief flash of relief coursed through his body that was soon replaced with dread. There was only one way someone could possibly take this news; it was grave information to deliver and he could only pray his boss wouldn’t shoot the messenger.

The doors slammed open against the walls as he rudely barged into the large office. He stumbled into the room, causing his boss’ head to snap up before scowling darkly. He fell to his knees as he panted heavily, desperately trying to regain his breath so he could deliver the news.

“Ogre, what on earth are you doing,” his boss snapped.

“Prince Koenma sir,” Ogre gasped as a blue hand pressed against his chest as he wished, wished, wished his breathing would slow. “Prisoner,” he inhaled deeply, “two seven five,” he inhaled deeply once more and didn’t fail to notice the color drain from the Prince’s face, “has escaped.”

Koenma’s mouth fell open in sheer terror as his pacifier dropped unceremoniously to the floor.




The hot water ran over his hands as he scraped the sponge against the dirty pot. He could hear his wife upstairs in the bathroom, running the tub for the two runts. They were talking boisterously about God knows what and frankly, he didn’t care. Because no matter what they said, they always managed to make him laugh. Kids were so damn funny.

He sloppily placed the pot on the laid out dish towel before turning his attention to the pan. He was halfway scrubbing the grime off the pan when his back went stiff at the familiar spiritual energy. The visitor had entered deathly silent and managed to get inside the house without being detected.

Scowling, he dropped the pan in the sink and turned around to glare at the intruder. “Whaddya want?”

He tilted his head to the side as he saw the grown up version of the man he had come to know as Koenma. The toffee colored eyes of Koenma were solemn as he deliberately placed his hands in his pockets.

“Some rum,” Koenma responded.

Yusuke smirked as he dried his hands. “Cute. Real cute. Toddler finally grow up and become a big boy?”

“I’m serious.”

Dread filled Yusuke’s entire being upon seeing Koenma’s expressionless face. Yusuke didn’t say a word as he pulled out some rum and two glasses. He poured himself and Koenma a glass before handing one to his former boss. He watched with mild surprise as Koenma knocked it back without a moment’s hesitation before coughing as the alcohol traveled down his throat.

“You okay there,” Yusuke inquired before taking a swig of his own drink.

“No,” Koenma managed to cough out. “Not in the slightest.”

Yusuke waited silently as Koenma’s coughing slowed down. Koenma ran a timid hand through his hair before directing his gaze to the raven haired male.

“Yusuke, I’m sorry,” he began, his voice full of genuine regret. “This is all my fault. I should’ve seen this coming, but in my cowardice, I did the same thing my father did. And because of that, I’ve ruined us all.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. What’s going on? What’re you saying?”

Koenma hastily poured himself another glass of rum before knocking it back. The coughing pursued once more, but he managed to calm it down almost instantly.

“We’re all dead,” he muttered shamefully.

“What do you mean,” Yusuke demanded as he felt a sense of urgency overtake him.

“There’s no other way to say it, Yusuke,” Koenma snapped. “We’re dead. Plain and simple.”

Yusuke closed the small gap between him and the Prince as he firmly wrapped his hands around Koenma’s shirt. “You might want to clarify on the details before I break something,” Yusuke threatened; all he could think about was Keiko, his son, his daughter and their overall safety.

“I-I,” Koenma stuttered as he weakly rubbed at his forehead. “I don’t know what to tell you!”

“You can start by telling me why we’re going to die.”

Koenma inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes to think before letting a calm exhale escape his lips. When he opened his eyes once more to stare at Yusuke, Yusuke was struck by the ominous clarity swimming in the Spirit World Prince’s eyes.

“Death escaped from prison and it wants blood.”

[ end ]



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