Author: Soliloquys
Disclaimer: Hiten nor any of the characters in my fanfiction aren't mine, all belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Chapter 1: Eye for an eye; complete justice
Clots of dust circled the pair like an uneasy audience, each warrior- wrenched to the bone in utter repulse of the other- glared at the other. One clad in complete armor, his very essence glowing an iridescent blue with a long spear-like weapon in his hands. The other dressed in a woven crimson fabric, holding an already cracked scabbard amongst ungroomed claws. Amber eyes flashed threateningly, as the hanyou held that feeble sheath before him as a last means of protection. "You'll regret the day you ever crossed me. I promise you that!"
The superior-looking one spoke next, his voice growling with much more intensity and utter loathing... though he seeemed to be smirking amongst that mask of rage. "I think the blood's gone to your head ever since you lost your beloved woman." His facial expression creased even more into a biting-cold scowl. "When will you ever learn that no woman is worth risking a battle over! ... A brother's revenge on the other hand is well worth fighting to the death for."
The dust shifted, and the blue shaded character charged forward with that pike raised threateningly above his head, and he brought it down upon the blocking scabbard once more. Instantly, lightening flowed out... licking at its surroundings as the razor sharp end of that thunder pike entrenched itself within the wood of the mighty Tetsusaiga's sheath. The boy on the other end flinched to the force and the raising heat around him as the sheath cracked more and more. Finally it began to bend inward, and the bright blue of the bolts ascending from the pike danced about the arrogant face of Hiten. 'He's mine!' Though the rush of excitement did threaten to overcome him.
Pulsating, the scabbard cried out for the abandoned sword amongst the cadaverous ruins of Hiten's brother. The sword itself shook from the ground, coming straight for its master's now outstretched arm. Turning away from his victory to see the sword coming back at InuYasha's beckon, all of that arrogance left his face colorless. The sword was returning to him?! His face creased into a grimace. 'No!' He thought as he recalled the flash of Manten's body lifeless on the charcoaled rocks, a death which would go unavenged unless he did something about it. He had to return the favor... threefold!
Now his crimson slit eyes snapped back to InuYasha with his hand stretched out behind him just as the hilt slid into his fingers. His body shook, and as that one hand left to retrieve the lost weapon, Hiten found one opportunity to return to him the justice for killing his brother. Recoiling that long pole back to him, instead of using it as a shield from the rattery sword which was now transforming to an intimidating shimmer of a bleached fang. He took one more step infront of him and shifted all of his momentum into his arms... his hands tingling as he thrust that lightening tipped projectile.
"Teeeetsusaii--" He was ready to bring that fang right down upon that bastard's body vertically to undo him, but he found that even with surprise... he still did not make it... and the sharp, tearing, and bleeding pain in his gut cut him off from yelling out his sword's name. His amber orbs shifted, and a confused, glossy look crossed them. He was... impaled?! "Ga-a-a-h" he shuddered as he felt warm blood trailing up his esophagus and over his tongue to taste his own bitter defeat. Mouth still open wide, he could not stop the trail of red seeping out through the corner of his mouth.
The pain did not stop there... for soon heat in its extremity and ferocity licked at his raw inards; demonic lightening coarsed through his blood and burned it to ash. That half-transformed fang's hilt twirled from his grasp and he could hear the hollow echo of the blade hitting the ground as he too followed its descent. Falling onto his back, he felt the searing razor leave his gut, though tearing through skin as a nice detail before derooting itself from his intestines. Dust cluttered itself over him, and he suddenly felt paralized in a numbing pain. Everything was becoming distant and he felt aloft from the dirty earthen base he laid on. His undirected gaze upon Hiten's murderous face grew dimmer... the outlines of his smirking face blurring and becoming altogether darker. All grew quiet now, except the ringing of his head as it screamed its final words. Death has finally come; he killed us both.
The experience for Hiten was much different in this moment, since he wasn't the one in the dieing shell. As soon as he watched the hanyou's knees buckle, he pulled that electrifying spear from his gut and half frowned and half smirked as he witnessed the death of the hanyou. His chest heaved, and now as blood oozed and the dust settled, the pike was thrown off to the side. Shoulders relaxed, and now that his revenge was quenched, the all but consuming sadness of Manten's demise hit him like a brick wall and he turned back to the plump pale body covered in the family attire in the distance. His feet drug his pitiful hide over to his brother's side, and he fell to his knees in the cold blood of his brother.
Embracing the corpse and breaking out into sobs once more, sleep called to him, and it said to rest with his brother. In the background, thunder boomed as a crooning lullaby and he let the soft sheets of toil and remourse serve as a bed to repose in. His family was lost so many years ago, and now his brother. What in the hell would he do now?
(Chapter 2 coming soon. Hope you enjoyed. I'd like to hear your comments.)