*** I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or Legend of the Seeker that is credited with the long and short tailed gars and confessors.
Extra characters are mine as well the plot.
Her head bumped against the wall where she sat in the corner. The fan hiding her used its powerful turbines to send the air in front of it plummeting anew into the open gym. Behind the large device, cool air was wafted over her legs, caressing her bare skin.
It seemed so hot these days. She lazily glanced up through what could have been called bangs, from the current angle exposing her. She let out a very sleepy yawn.
Around her, her classmates laughed and thumped across the floor playing what was considered 'racket ball'. She wrinkled her nose at the noise and sunk deeper into the floor, making sure she kept her hands completely hidden from any other contacts.
Caution was a necessity.
The low throaty thrum of the fan satisfied her aching head, taking over her ears.
She lay there for a long while, trying to relax her body and mind.
'God, I can't take this anymore' she grimaced, the very thin lipped and usual fake smile. She took a deep ragged breath and wiped the sweat dewing on her forehead away. She could feel her light yet dark hair sticking to her flushed face. Her thin and lovely brows furrowed as heat engulfed her back, centering from her spine.
'This sucks' she cruelly smirked at herself. Pain was a resident her body had long become acustomed to.
She did her best to keep entirely reserved as she rolled over on to her back. The cool floor got colder as each second passed and she stiffened.
"Lydia."
In half a second her eyes had flown open, startled and startling violet eyes searched the ceiling, a labyrinth of cat walks, and she was up on her knees.
"Lydia?" her teacher reached out a helping hand. She glanced at it in horror.
Instantly she jerked away from him, stumbling backwards hurriedly until she reached the other side of the wall.
Mr. Tudor stared, frightened, into her eyes over the seven foot distance.
She ruffled her hair with a mahogany fingered hand.
"Oh! Mr. Tudor, you startled me! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying anything attention when you popped up!" her sincere voice and the hand over her heart fooled him.
"It's alright, class is almost finished and I was just coming to tell you that you could go change," he said to the pretty green eyed girl. She nodded back.
"Oh my God," she whispered to herself after he'd left.
"That was close," she fingered the hem of the gray gym shorts.
When she stood up, something shined out of the corner of her eye. She looked past the rowdy teenagers and froze.
Green spikes pointed her out, with the glistening blue witness.
She calmly smoothed her gray gym shirt over the gray shorts. Then she stooped to tie her black jazz shoes- something she didn't often care to do. Casually, she pulled her hair back into a down pony tail, the parts too short and mistaken for bangs hung at the sides of her face.
She arched an eyebrow and gracefully sauntered toward the display of rackets, her heart pounding in her chest.
While she leaned over to pick up the racket with the yellow handle, the figure stepped into the gym.
Before any one in the gym had noticed, she did an about face turn and darted out the door beside the display. No on in the crowded hallway knew she was there as she tore down the hall and out of the building.
Outside the cold air stung and the fog mad it seem midnight. No one seemed to be on the streets and there weren't many lights turned on.
She franticly sprinted lightly down many flights of steps.
She cut down allies and neatly jumped fences five feet taller that she was. There was no way she could stop, the snow flurries whispered fiercely he was hot on her trail.
The only true sound was the air being sliced by her unceasing mobile form and forced to curve around her and let her through.
She dashed around a corner, hardly dodging the sharp turn she'd underestimated and cut her thigh on a protruding stone.
Her feet made a nearly inaudible pitter patter.
Suddenly, ice barricaded her escape down Daisy Ally. She grunted in panicked frustration and scampered down to Nottingham Ally.
All clear.
She made a clean break through the narrow path between the train station and motel.
There were crackling sounds and she saw ice forming on the ground and walls around her. She pushed herself harder still. One of her ribs popped and she stumbled on a loose cobblestone.
Without hesitation, she picked herself up and ran towards the building ice wall. No one could ever break through an ice wall, it was another dead end.
"Yah!" she screamed and thrusted her palm out before her.
As she advanced toward the wall, she'd never stopped except for the delaying fall on the walk, her fingers began to feel tingly. A blue light shone unnaturally bright and exploded the frozen barrier as she almost ran into it.
Time seemed to slow down while the ice shards, like glass, cut her skin and raced around her to their resting places.
Lydia, stop!
She ignored the thought that invaded her head. He was far too close, she could feel him now, and that was very dangerous.
Fine. It shot through her like venom.
She was planted against the wall, an arm pressed her chest back into it, and earnest blue eyes stared back at her. He had her pinned, just inside the ally.
He was careful not to touch her skin while his winter breath blew into her exhausted and defeated face. In the distance, Big Ben rang an alarm.
"Why don't you EVER listen?" although furious and scared, his voice remained cool and calm. It was always that way, calm.
She whimpered and he pulled her roughly away from the wall. He kept a tight hold on her while he led her seven blocks to a tiny, shabby inn.
All the while, he used all his sense to be sure they weren't followed.
She gazed into the mirror.
Touya had given her her favorite pair of clothes to put on before their journey.
As she thought of how well she looked despite the long run, a single suitcase was set beside the door and a patient, worried friend.
She noted, like she did every day, that here eyes were an unnaturally pale green. They stood out like a light was held behind the pupils, like to make a dark room brighter. Each time she looked at them, they reminded her what she was.
She remembered what he'd told her and played with her brown hair.
"You have to come, forget your instincts. You knew this life wasn't a safe one, it's
a shame it's your birthright and therefore stuck with it. Lydia… you know you
have to stop running."
She had no idea where they were going, her eyes glistened, but she trusted him.
She didn't have a choice anyway.