Alright gang, welcome to Chapter One of Angel's Fall. This is one of a trilogy of stories I'm writing. Part one (Angel's Fall) is already completed and part two is currently being worked on.
I have tried (and most likely failed, lol) not to make my main OC, Kohaku/Haku a Mary-Sue. So if you dislike OCs, etc. please leave now.
Flames will be used to burn my report card once it comes. (Woohoo, bonfire-on-the-front-lawn-at-four-AM time!)
Warnings: Language (lots.), some gorey-ish things (yes and no xD)
"Talking"
'Thinking'
(Translations/Point of View changes)
/Telepathisis/
Name: Haku (full name: Kohaku)
Species: Angel
Status: former Guard Captain, currently in Spirit World to fill the requirements of a treaty with the A.K. (Angel Kingdom)
Eye Color: grey
Hair Color: forest green
Height: 5' 5''
Age: 200+
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(Haku's P.O.V.)
I yawned tiredly, thoroughly miserable as I glared up at the dark purple night's sky. The rain was currently coming down in torrents and the tree I had taken refuge under didn't seem to be protecting me very well. Add in the fact that this is my first time being in the human realm, let alone seeing the anomaly known as rain and now someone can probably figure out why I'm so pissed. I closed my eyes, trying (in vain it appeared) to will my headache away; it continued persistently, in spite of or perhaps because the cool rain was currently cascading down my face. I blinked in a slow, dazed manner as I heard a human of some sort complain; he sounded at a distance. The world slowly became darker as the feeling of the rain drifted off and slowly vanished. My last thought was that the complaining one was approaching where I was; the darkness then consumed me.
"What kind of stunt was that supposed to be, Koenma?!"
"It was no stunt, I assure you. The portal creator malfunctioned--"
"Malfunctioned MY ASS! This is ridiculous; you had no idea how to even treat her. She would be dead now if it weren't for my interference!" The first, familiar voice growled. I could have sworn it sounded like Kira...wait. That was Kira. Shit. I am so royally f--
"Hi!" Chirped a happy sounding pink and blue blob.
I backed away, my vision not entirely restored yet. "My vision's not quite back." I supplied, sensing the hurt from the...girl? Yeah, girl. No self respecting boy would wear pink anyway unless...never mind. (1)
"Oh." Came the semi-relieved sounding reply as my vision sharpened. I assumed the girl in front of me was a ferry girl but she sure as hell wasn't living up to her western name. Bright pink clothing, baby blue hair, friendly magenta eyes and a sunny smile didn't exactly scream "grim".
"Greetings." I stated flatly, hoping my only clothing option wouldn't be pink. If it was, f--
"Salutations." She returned happily.
--this mission. I rolled my eyes mentally, surprised but pleased to find my ability to breathe without panting for air had returned. Ignoring the beeping machine to my left, I sat up and stared at the thing inserted into my arm.
'What the HELL is this thing doing in my arm!?' I growled, tugging at it angrily, only to find it was attached. With a snarl reminiscent of a demon I'm sure, I yanked the thing out of my arm and chucked it across the room. When the device next to me started to beep, I pointed at it. "Praemium." Smirking in satisfaction, I blinked at the rather annoyed Kira.
"Quare abyssus did vos operor ut?" She inquired. (Why the hell did you do that?)
"Sic is res est non nonnullus valde malum?" (So this thing is not some great evil?) A sigh proceeded her answer.
"Is est quare nos should have had illud dictata." (This is why we should have had those lessons.)
"Oh, you mean those ones "sensei" insisted were a waste of time?" I casually switched from our native language, Latin, as I noted the confused looks.
"Yes. Those." I don't think her tone has ever been quite that flat before.
"Whoa. What'd you DO to it?!" The tallest one, who had orange hair and black colored eyes asked, gaping at the infernal beeping thing. Or should I say what remained of the infernal beeping thing?
"EGO blew is sursum." I replied proudly. (I blew it up.) Kira smacked her forehead.
"Vos es penitus quoque alica gauisus." she growled at me. (You are entirely too spell happy.)
"EGO teneo." I shrugged. (I know.)
"What'd she say?" The one with the short, slicked back black hair and chocolate brown eyes wanted to know.
"She said she blew it up." We stated in unison; I didn't really mind referring to myself in the third person. I glanced at the three that had yet to speak: the shortest one with the binky and Jr. stamped on his forehead had to have been Koenma. The other two had to be Kurama and Hiei, not that I could tell who was who when it came to them. That meant the two who had spoken were Kuwabara and Yusuke...although I still had no idea who was who, beyond Kira and Koenma, that is. Koenma sighed and ran had over his face.
"Haku, is it?" He questioned.
"Sic." I blinked and then nodded, remembering they didn't know Latin.
"Welcome to Spirit World."
"EGO eram admiratio qua EGO eram..." I mumbled, then mentally smacked myself. NO MORE LATIN DAMMIT! He blinked, taken aback probably, and sighed. (I wondered where I was.)
"This," he pointed at the one with chocolate colored eyes and black hair, "is Yusuke. He's the captain of Team Urameshi."
"Nice condeco vos." I nodded, sighing mentally. This not talking in Latin stuff is going to be much harder than I thought. (Nice to meet you.)
"That," he gestured at the tallest one who had carrot colored hair and black eyes, "is Kuwabara." I nodded. "That's Kurama." He pointed at the one with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes.
"EGO admiratio quam is got saeta ut rutilus," I murmured, wondering why there were no redheaded angels. Kira chuckled. (I wonder how he got hair that red.)
"All angels have brunette, grey, silver, green, blonde, white or black hair. It's probably a bit of a shock to see red hair for her." The brunette commented.
"Is est non!" I shot back, lobbing my pillow at her. It collided with her face, making a "pwaff"-ing sound; I smirked. "Super, vos have rectus puniceus virga in vestri saeta. Quis fatum quam ut?!" (It is not! Besides, you have natural purple streaks in your hair. What's weirder than that?!)
"Touché." Kira nodded before lobbing the pillow back on the bed.
"This is Botan and that's Hiei." Koenma added before a pillow fight could start up.
"Rutilus eyes. Fatum." I nodded, ignoring Kira, who was now in stitches. (Red eyes. Weird.)
"You met the freakin' Lord of Death and greeted him calmly while asking how his day had been so far and yet you're surprised by--" I lobbed my pillow at her again.
"Amitto!" I stated flatly, crossing my arms. (Loser.)
"Shut sursum!" she growled. (Shut up.)
"Ioco iocor." I grumbled. (Make me.)
"EGO mos." She hissed back. (I will.)
"Bonus. Can nos operor is laxus? EGO would amo video vidi visum quis they can operor pro EGO team sursum per lemma...si ut okay per vestri regius highness." (Good. Can we do this later? I would like to see what they can do before I team up with them...if that's okay with your royal highness.)
"Nice." Kira grumbled flatly. "She said she'd like a demonstration, if possible."
"Demonstration?" Koenma asked, raising an eyebrow as the four exchanged glances.
"Have the idiot woman say it herself." Hiei growled.
"Qualis of everto est is usquam?" I wondered aloud. (What kind of demon is he anyway?)
"Dimidium incendia, dimidium glacies." Came the flat response.
"Ooooh, impermissus parvulus." I blinked, noticing a wet, slippery substance sliding down my arm. Looking down, I saw my silvery blood draining from my wrist. "Uh...Ki?" When she turned, the boys followed and they stared at my wrist. (Forbidden child.)
"What's that silvery stuff?" Kuwabara, I believe his name was, said.
"Cruorem." I replied. (Blood.)
"What did you do, rip out the IV?!" Kira flicked her fingers at me and holy fire healed the hole in my wrist.
"IV...? Operor vos vilis ut res?" I pointed at the "IV" that I had thrown across the room; Kira sighed. (You mean that thing?)
"THIS is why I told you NOT to attempt any type of medical treatment. Not only will it not help, but it'll probably get destroyed." Kira indicated the infernal beeping thing. "Speaking of that, fix it."
"Nolo ut." I replied. "Is mos beep procul mihi!" (I do not want to. It will beep at me!)
"K--"
"Renovo!" I half-shouted, pointing at it. (Repair.) As predicted, it began to beep again. I crossed my arms and shot Kira a look. "Confuto," I mumbled, smirking mentally as the beeping stopped. (Silence.)
"Good." Kira stated flatly, not having noticed my extra spell.
"Well, I think we should oblige her." Koenma commented; Yusuke and Kuwabara seemed not bothered. I could tell Kurama and Hiei were annoyed, though.
"Quare es they punctum?" I mumbled to Kira as we walked toward what I assumed was a training arena. (Why are they annoyed?)
"I don't know, so watch your back." She replied carefully. As we entered, I felt alien magic wash over me; Kira did too, judging from the expression on her face.
"Would you like to fight them?" Koenma inquired from the head of the group.
"EGO eram sub infigo ut EGO eram hic honoro a pax, non fio a proeliator." I growled, glaring daggers at Kira; she merely sighed. (I was under the impression that I was here to honor a treaty, not become a warrior.)
"If I had told you that you never would have agreed to come."
"Haud, vere?" I returned sourly. (No, really?)
"Bonus fortuna." She retorted before vanishing, leaving me with a demi-god, a human, two human-demon hybrids and a full demon. Joy. (Good luck.)
"Teres." I mumbled. (Fine.)
"Um, Japanese?" Kuwabara muttered.
"Or at least a non-dead language?" Yusuke countered; I nodded.
"Okay." Koenma shrugged and headed off.
"Deus contemno mihi." I grumbled. "So who'm I fighting first?" (God hates me.)
"You can speak English?" Kurama inquired calmly but I saw his eyes darken.
"Sometimes. We're required to know almost every language in existence and I've not spoken English for a while. I never actually learned Japanese, beyond "hai", "aa", "arigato", "iie" and some other random words that aren't exactly applicable."
"Such as?" His eyes got worse.
"Such as profanity." I returned, my voice matching his for coldness.
"You angels are all alike." He hissed, startling his companions.
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "And just how many angels have you met, Youko Kurama?"
"Three." He stated icily.
"And I'm assuming one of those is me and another is Kira?" His nod was all I needed. "Good for you. Judge the entire angel race based on three of us. Hm, I wonder how familiar that sounds?"
"You mean...like how it's done to demons?" Kuwabara finally spoke up; I nodded.
"I know there are grossly exaggerated prejudices of both species, although at this rate, I think I'll be convinced." I grumbled. "What I wouldn't give for a patrol right now..."
"So you could kill some more demons?" The fox demon hissed at me.
"Actually, as squad leader, I make any and all demons caught be dropped back home, provided they don't have ulterior motives." I stated flatly, crossing my arms. "Not all angels are heartless." Despite the uneasy atmosphere, we all began our matches. I beat Kuwabara, though it took a while. He refused to fight me and I refused to fight someone who wouldn't fight back, but at the threat of loosing, I knocked him out painlessly.
My next match was against Yusuke: he and I sparred for what seemed like days before we moved into close combat. It ended with Yusuke about to blow my head off and me about to electrocute his heart. Our audience called it to a halt once we hit that, obviously fearing for their captain's life. Well, it could have been worse.
The next match I enjoyed to an extent. While not heartless, I can be extremely sadistic at times. Maybe I ought to just make myself forget what he said. As it was, I'm betting what I pulled wasn't helping my case against his prejudice. Breaking both his arms and destroying all the seeds he was carrying on him probably weren't the best of ideas if one was on good terms with him, let alone thin ice. That match was stopped once I broke the other arm, so it was Hiei's turn.
It started and I didn't even have time to breathe before he was on me. The bastard didn't even draw his sword: he just came in, swinging and connecting every time. I winced repeatedly and tried to fend off the blows but I was nowhere near skilled enough to. Eventually I stopped even feeling them connect, so I managed to gather some air in my lungs.
"Congelo." I managed to croak out and crumpled to the ground, glad the relentless attacks were done with. By now I think the other three were watching. After a few moments, I glanced up at my assailant to find a small bit of panic shining in his eyes. "Oops...musta done it a bit too well...Haud congelo!" Regaining the ability to move, he too collapsed to the ground, panting and gasping for air. (Freeze. No freeze.)
"Yo, Hiei, you okay?" Yusuke ran over as Kuwabara stumbled, following. Kurama remained where he was, probably prevented from doing so by the pain in his arms. I moved to gesture at him and was startled to find both guys holding Hiei back, although Yusuke looked like he had half a mind to let him go. I stuck my tongue out at him and gestured, muttering "vigoratus!" Kurama blinked and moved his arms, staring. "I told you I wasn't heartless, argentum vulpes volpes." (Heal!...Silver fox.)
"What did you just call him?" Hiei growled, released.
'Sheesh, lovers are rather pissy when the other's beat up,' I grumbled mentally. "Silver fox, you everto." 'Jeez. Screw lovers. MATES, MATES I SAY!' (Demon.) After everyone had calmed down...or at least appeared to...we leaned back against the wall and took a breather.
"What'd you do to Hiei, anyway?" Yusuke asked.
"EGO glacialis him." I replied, then smacked my forehead. "I froze him."
"Froze him?" Kurama raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but not freezing like you'd think of it." I stretched and pointed at myself. "Unda." I was then drenched and began to cool off. (Water.)
"How'd...?"
I found all four staring. "I might not know how to use a weapon like his sword over there, but I do know a thing or two about spells." I yawned. "What can I say? I'm not part of the Golden Circle, so I wouldn't get weapons training." Before they could question anything, I sneezed, making a face. "Be right back." I got to my feet and scrambled off, ignoring my streaming eyes. 'I probably have a cold is all...' As soon as I washed my face and hands, I wiped my streaming eyes. I never made it back to the training area, as I was entirely too tired.
(No One's P.O.V.)
"Botan, have you seen--" Yusuke began as he entered the room. The others filed in behind him, but then he spotted Haku curled up on a couch.
"She probably shouldn't have sparred; she's exhausted." Botan murmured quietly, pointing at the pale coloring of Haku's face.
"She coulda just said so." Kuwabara mumbled.
"And you guys never would have let her live it down." The pink kimonoed deity returned, leaving the room. The group left the room, although someone did double back and cover Haku with a blanket.
The next morning, all four trooped in to get her for their training only to find her gone. "She is gone forever more. Do not come looking for her or she gets it." Was on the wall, written in what looked like silvery ink. Upon closer inspection, they found that it was blood...Haku's blood. Kurama and Hiei both had to leave the room after that, as the smell was making them gag.
Koenma was informed and began searching. He, however, expressively forbade the four of them from even leaving the palace. Although they could understand why, it did not make them any less pissed. They were not sure of their newest member but to have her kidnapped right from under their noses was an insult to their pride at the very least. A week later found the four more or less sulking in the room she was abducted from. The blood had been cleaned off but some of the smell lingered, which could have been the explanation for the two demons on the team's sour attitudes.
"Guys." All four met Koenma with their eyes, but did not turn around if they did not have to. "We found her." Twenty minutes later they were quietly sneaking through Demon World; there was some sort of force field to prevent the portals from being created too close. As they slipped in through a passageway that they were informed was there and crept down the hallway.
"Julian, I've tried everything." A voice grumbled.
"You're too naïve to think of breaking her." The one called Julian returned, his voice silky, cruel and cold. "I'm sure she'd make an excellent addition to our concubines..." A harsh, discordant sound must have been his laughter. Hiei's grip on his katana was causing his knuckles to turn white; the other three looked furious in their own way as well. Before either of the demons in the chamber could blink, they were corpses on the ground, blood drenching the floor. Hiei sheathed his katana and headed into the next room; Kurama followed, silently laughing. He knew full well what had prompted Hiei's sudden, violent reaction. The other two followed as well but much farther away...just in case.
All four entered a room and wished reverently that they had not. It was full to the brim with female skeletons; some were still in the process of decaying and the stench made all four gag violently. They moved on, Hiei setting the corpses ablaze as he left. The next room held still-living demonesses chained to the walls, hanging there limply. None were their teammate, though; Kurama, Kuwabara and Yusuke stayed behind to let them all down.
Hiei entered the next room and nearly gagged. Instead of crimson liquid staining the room and its walls, it was a light silvery color. Ignoring his rebelling stomach, he approached the figure hanging from the walls in chains; blood still dripped from her to pool on the ground. Five seconds later, Hiei resheathed his katana and caught Haku as she fell, freed from her bonds. Her head, which had landed on his shoulder, slowly started to rise but dropped just as quickly and her movement ceased. If not for the gentle breathing in his ear, Hiei would have taken her for dead. The other three met him at the entrance to the hellhole and could only stare at what they assumed was the corpse he carried. Shock was written all over their faces, but they quickly shook it off.
"She's still alive." He ground out. "Now call the damn portal."
"Hiei..." Kurama began.
"She's breathing in my ear, fox!" He snarled.
"KOENMA! PORTAL!" Yusuke shouted into the communication mirror. As soon as they were back in Spirit World, Kira approached them.
"I'll handle it from here, boys." The brunette haired angel took Hiei's burden and headed into the room she had been occupying for her few hours there. Once there, the other girl stripped off her clothes and cast a floating spell on her long time friend. After it was in place, she cast the spell for holy fire and watched as her friend's many injuries healed. Carefully disinfecting and bandaging all the ones even the fire had been unable to heal, she then clothed her friend, broke the floating spell and placed her upon the bed. Figuring it would be a while before she awoke, she went to tell her friend's new teammates that so far, it was good.
(Haku's P.O.V.)
As soon as I realized I was no longer in the safety of the palace, I closed my eyes and tried to think. If I was being kidnapped, which I was fairly sure I was; there was only one thing they would be after. From the way I was being held as well as how my arms were hanging down, I could already tell my magical power was being restrained. Basically put, I was a sitting duck. Closing my eyes again, I drifted slowly into a trance-like state and prayed that I would not die.
The next thing I knew, I heard arguing nearby. Figuring I might as well try to get free, I moved. As soon as I did I felt what a normal fire should feel like on my body. Nearly passing out from the pain, I went slack again as my muscles turned to jello. I'm not sure how much later it was when I caught a waft of charred skeleton and rotting flesh. Bile built up in the back of my throat and I retched repeatedly, somehow managing to no get any on myself. Completely drained, I hung there limply, now silently wishing for death to come as tears pricked my eyes. I hurt more than I had ever in my entire two hundred some years of existence and I could feel more bile coming up.
Surrendering to darkness, I felt the sensation of falling; then I realized that I had landed on something. It was in no way, shape or form the floor but it was blissfully solid and warm. I tried to strain my already aching muscles in an attempt to see what on earth I had landed on only to have my neck muscles give out on me halfway. With a mental sigh my head landed back on whatever it was and I just gave up. Whatever it was, it wasn't hurting me and it was quite warm. This time, when I slid into darkness's embrace, I hoped I would reawaken. I wanted to know who saved me or at least bothered to try to.
My next memory was of floating and feeling most of the pain vanish; I could feel my body relax a bit when I felt a familiar but unidentifiable presence nearby. It came closer and I was jostled a bit; I could feel my cheeks tint, however faintly, when I realized someone was dressing me. Hoping to whatever divine being there was that the person was NOT a guy, I lay there; I was not quite sure my muscles would respond well to movement yet. Whoever it was left the room before I could get a good look at them; my eyelids refused to cooperate and shut on me. Deciding it could wait, I drifted back off to sleep.
(No One's P.O.V.)
Kira walked into the room to find all four, even the forbidden child, looking apprehensive. Kurama was the first one to notice her even in the room; his sudden change in body language alerted the rest. Soon, four pairs of eyes were focused upon the newest occupant in the room. She could see the same question in all their faces, although it was better hidden on some than others.
"No, she was not violated...that being said, the scum who did that had better be dead. If they aren't, I'm going kill them myself." Kira stated flatly.
"No, they're dead." Kurama reassured her.
"Pity." The girl stated, vanishing. The occupants of the room shivered; her eyes and demeanor had been almost intolerably cold right before she vanished. Botan entered a few moments later.
"As glad as I am that Kohaku's okay--"
"Kohaku?" Yusuke interrupted.
"That's her full name. Call her that at the risk of being hurt. Seriously." Botan warned him. "Anyway, you guys should probably rest now. Koenma will come in soon and I don't think he'll...do I really need to say it?" Three of the occupants mumbled a no; the fourth was already gone. The three guys and Botan headed to their rooms; crawling into bed took little effort and dozing off took even less.
(Haku's P.O.V.)
My eyes snapped open and my brain, which I thought had shut down for the night, suddenly rebooted. Dazed and somewhat dizzy, I lay still until my vision stopped swimming in and out of focus. I then slowly shifted so I was more comfortable; I was mentally screeching every curse word I knew. That damnable survival instinct of mine caused me to wake up because someone's gaze was on me. Flicking my eyes over to the window and sneaking quick glances did me no good; there were so many ways to hide one's presence, demon, human or angel. Smothering a frustrated growl, I rolled over, completely forgetting about how sore my muscles should have been.
'If someone's there, I wish they'd just do whatever they came to and GO AWAY!' I groused mentally as I shifted more to get comfortable. The rays of the sun dancing in an odd pattern over my eyelid woke me. I frowned, having sworn that the pattern had been similar to a dance called the "jig". Grumbling profanities, I stumbled out of bed and made it into the bathroom with little effort. Stripping out of my clothes caused me to notice how many injuries I still had left; I scowled, making a face. I pulled my underthings back on before snatching my first aid kit from the room. I had brought almost nothing with me to the palace, but this was one of the few things I had known I would need.
Hissing mentally, I slowly unpeeled one of the bandages, trying not to take any skin with it. I was only partially successful, but I ignored that for now in favor of sewing myself shut. Pondering how weird that sounded, I calmly stuck myself with the threaded needle, wishing I had thought to bring some numbing salve with me. Yup, that's me. I'll think of something I'll need but I won't connect the dots and add something that would go along with it. Trying not to focus on the pain was not helping as I was still the one sewing myself up.
Once I finished the tedious task of firmly sewing all my wounds shut, I gingerly stepped into the shower and got clean. Wishing that my movements would not cause the stitches to pull, I turned off the water and began drying myself off. I was in a clean set of underthings when my door was knocked on. I was about to yell to whoever it was to wait a minute when I heard that door open.
"Vado intereo," I grumbled in annoyance as I yanked a pair of pants on and hissed sharply in pain when I tugged on a few stitches. The door swung open to reveal me in a bra and capris to the entire team. I crossed my arms, ignoring the stitches and gave them my most sickly sweet smile. "So, you wanna die now or later?" Said door shut abruptly and I grinned without humor as I pulled on a t-shirt. As soon as I tried to move, both the t-shirt and pants chafed at my stitches, so I opted for the only other outfit I had in the bathroom. Not quite something I'd normally wear, but it'll work. I stretched, mentally cursed myself for doing so and headed out. (Go die.)
"What's with the outfit change?" Kuwabara was the first to speak.
"Well, sanctus incendia can work wonders as far as wounds go for my kind, but it can't heal everything. Needless to say, I now know how a pillow feels." I grumbled, careful about how I crossed my arms this time. (Holy fire.)
"So the other one kept hurting your stitches." Kuwabara summed it up as the other three avoided my gaze.
"Exactly." I muttered. "Oh, and whoever was outside my window is gonna get it if they show up again tonight."
"Someone was outside your window?!" Kurama and Yusuke both stared.
"Will you relax? I think I can tell the difference between those out to get me and one of you guys!"
"How did you know it was one of us?" Yusuke questioned.
"Because whoever it was--" I fell silent, thinking. "The aura's just familiar...I know it's from one of you guys, but I don't know why I know..." I made a face. "I blame the verto state."
"Verto state?" Kurama raised an eyebrow.
"Trance, verto, same difference." I grumbled.
"Why were you in a trance?" Kuwabara questioned. I frowned as I studied them. Kuwabara was sitting in about the middle of the room, Indian style; Hiei had claimed the windowsill and was glaring out it but was still listening. Yusuke sat against the wall by the foot of my bed; his one leg was stretched out and the other was bent up towards his head; Kurama sat on the floor in front of my bed, his legs stretched straight out in front of him.
'Their positions clearly dictate their natures.' I thought absently. "If someone kidnaps an angel, there's one thing they're after and as dictated by..." I trailed off and turned my gaze to the ground. "Let's just say an angel would rather die than allow the kidnapper to gain the information they seek...besides, those chains bound my power. I couldn't have done anything if I wanted to."
"What?" Growled Hiei; myself and the other three jumped. I guess we all forgot he was there for a moment: I blame his non-talkative-ness.
"I was in a position that dictated movement would not be advisable." I shot back. "Unlike you guys, I don't have raw strength or energy to back me up. I have my wits and whatever else is at hand, particularly if I'm unable to use my power."
"So you're a liability." Hiei stated flatly; I kicked at him. He dodged easily, as I expected, but a scratch opened up across his cheek from my "miss".
"I dare you to say that again, asshole! If all your powers were stripped from you and you didn't have brute strength, you would be able to do NOTHING!" I stood in front of him, fists clenched, stance ready. I knew little of fighting beyond how to block and dodge; it was then I decided I was going to hit the books. Theory does wonders but I knew practicing what I was going to learn would be a necessary evil. He took a swipe at me and I automatically lunged backwards; I could feel my silvery blood coursing down my cheek him returning the favor.
"You're pathetic." He snarled back, not even bothering to draw his sword.
"If I'm so fucking pathetic, then how come I managed to make you bleed?" I retorted coldly before leaving the room. Time to find the scrollery...er...library. I sighed; this place was made to get lost in.
About an hour later found me and the bubbly girl in the pink kimono, Botan, reading in the library. Once or twice both of us grabbed our books and ducked down behind some very old scrolls as the others passed.
"Gotta love the scrolls, huh?" I mumbled quietly to her as they went past for the fifth time; she nodded before both of us re-buried ourselves in our books. As soon as we finished reading, we decided to practice on one another. Not the smartest of moves as both of us got hurt by the scrolls...apparently they dislike violence. Mumbling about psycho scrolls, we both tugged on books until the faux bookcase up against the wall spun open. "Huzzah."
"Yeah, let's go." She mumbled softly and we both dove through right as the door opened.
"Their scents are very strong in here." Kurama's voice drifted into our hidey hole.
"Damn fox." I growled softly while Botan sweatdropped. After that, we just kind of formed a club, I guess. We would avoid the boys like the plague unless I had a mission; we were slowly but surely learning how to fight. I kept feeling the eyes on me at night but somehow managed to ignore them. One time, though, I was exhausted when I went to bed, so I was awakened almost instantly when I felt someone's gaze on me. I was too tired to do anything but chuck a rock out the window at someone's general vicinity. After noting the small welt on Hiei's face, I returned to ignoring them again.
Three months passed and we were just about to start our daily session when the four of them walked in on us.
"Double damn." I muttered.
"Amen." Botan mumbled quietly.
"What is WITH you two?!" Yusuke yelled.
"I let you know when I think of a smart ass way to reply." I muttered, thinking; Botan rolled her eyes, amused. "Oh, fuck it."
"Do you really want me--"
"No, you can stop right there." I muttered, trying not to blush.
"But--"
"Yeah. Right back atcha." (2)
"No way in...yeah, well..." Botan settled for making a face at me; I laughed and began the battle. Both of us dodged away from all four and continued practicing. Eventually, I got annoyed and knocked the redheads out. Botan got Yusuke; we both grinned evilly at Hiei.
"Try it and die." He hissed.
"Good luck on that!" I returned as Botan and I chased him all over. By the time the other three awoke, he had turned and begun to chase me, slashing at me. I turned to attempt to catch his sword, I spun around, only to find that he was close behind. Too close. The end result was me on the ground with Hiei on top of me in...yeah. A rather provocative position. Botan laughed her ass off while I squirmed, trying to get out from under the rather heavy demon. "You're squishing me!" I squirmed more; he pinned my arms above my head and kept my body pinned with his. My eyes widened and my face paled when I saw that his eyes were cloudy and the pupils had gone slitted. "GU--MMPH!" He forcefully inserted his tongue into my mouth. Kurama quickly flung Hiei off me; he stood, growling, as his pupils, already slitted, turned white. "What the HELL?!"
"Instincts." Yusuke replied tersely as he and Kuwabara stood between myself and Hiei. Botan was staring at Hiei; I could see she was trembling. I sat up, albeit a bit shakily and felt around with my hand for a rock. Finding one, I picked it up and hurled it at his head. Instead of colliding and bouncing off, it sliced his temple open; on the bright side, though, he was back to normal. He seemed dazed as he put a hand to where the blood was streaming out.
"Vigoratus." I stated, gesturing at him; the cut healed.
"What the hell was that for, idiot?" He hissed at me.
"Shut the fuck up, you prick! You just shoved your tongue down my throat and would've done more if Kurama hadn't gotten you off me!" I seethed back; my eyes were probably glowing.
"Um, Haku...?" Botan broke the silence; I was more than content enough to ignore the now-deathly-pale Hiei.
"Yeah?" I replied, my voice in between thawed and icy.
"Why are your eyes glowing?" That brought everyone's attention to my eyes; I frowned and tried to calm myself.
"It happens whenever I'm mad...considering jackass over there stole my first kiss, I've every reason to be." I growled, glaring at him; so much for my eyes not glowing anymore.
"But..." Botan stared. "I thought all angels like you have mates already."
I almost just blew myself up then and there. I swear that option was just waaaaaay too tempting. As it was, I could tell from the looks I was receiving that my face had closed off, much like Hiei's normally was.
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(1) - I have nothing against gay/bi people. I have plenty of friends who prefer the same sex and I love them to death. In fact, one of my bi friends was the first to read this story and they loved it.
(2) - to explain, Botan was about to imply that Haku would like to "fuck it" ...the "it" being one of the guys. Haku stopped her and then replied that Botan would like to do the same thing to one of the guys as well
Chapter one...is done.
Chapter two...shall be posted sometime soon.
Emma