Author's Note: Hello everyone. :3 So, my Kurama/Hiei drabble series has been pretty successful. My one shot with Yusuke/Hiei went rather well, too. Even better, I've gotten a few request to continue. Normally I had reserves about this couple because they both have such dominant and aggressive personalities, but I decided to give them a try and create a drabble series for them as well. Partly because it's been requested. Partly because the amount of decent Yusuke/Hiei fics on this site is pathetic.
Now, these will be different than The Crow and the Butterfly in terms of how it's set up. There will be no word limits in this one, and I also won't be using songs or specific prompts. Each chapter will be a different prompt, will range in length from awkwardly short to ridiculously long, they will not be in any order or sequence, and will either be Canon scenes that I've interpreted (like this first chapter, for example) or scenes that I've just made up (will still take place within the Canon series and timeline though). This whole thing is mostly rated T, however there may be a few rated M scenes, which I will forewarn everyone at the start of that scene. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think. (:
Closer to the Edge is a song by 30 Seconds to Mars. I highly suggest you listen to it because it's fantastic.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it.
Closer to the Edge
Prompt 001: Seeing Red
To say that I wasn't scared shitless at the thought of facing off against Hiei would not only be a lie but a downright laughable con. The psychotic maniac who apparently had it in for every human wasn't going to stop unless I stopped him, which…now that I come to think of it, is pretty damn stupid. Koenma must be out of his fucking mind. Not that he gives a shit, sitting pretty in his office and waiting impatiently for me to bring the artifacts back. But hey, as long as I bring them back, then it's not a problem.
My boss is an ass. Then again, he's a toddler. I suppose I should be worrying about that instead. Go figure.
All right, what was the worst-case scenario? I go into the warehouse and Hiei fries my ass and I die. Been there, done that. Dying wasn't so scary. Then again, it wasn't just the human race that was on the line, it was Keiko's. I wasn't about to let Keiko become some zombie freak hell bent on world domination for Hiei's cause. Fuck that.
"What's his problem, anyways?" I mumbled to myself, clearly not happy. "Is he just pissed that he's so short? I guess I would be too," I continued. Maybe I could just sit on him. Or hold the sword out of reach or something.
"What are you mumbling about?" Botan asked, placing her hands on her hips. I scowled and ignored her, swallowing my nervousness and marching up to the warehouse. "Uh, Yusuke! Hold on! You aren't just going to barge in there without a plan, are you?"
I grit my teeth together in annoyance. "That's exactly what I'm going to do. No doubt the little psychopath already knows I'm here. There's no point in trying to sneak in and surprise him." I was fairly certain I was going to get my ass kicked either way, to be honest. But there was also no point in telling Botan that. Without stopping to say my prayers, I yanked the warehouse door open and stepped inside, Botan right behind me.
I leaned back against the wall, breathing heavy. I was exhausted, in pain, and still a bit pissed off. One thing was for certain; Hiei was definitely a homicidal maniac if there ever was one. He had the cackle down and everything, not to mention he turned green and raged out on me. He stood in front of me, eyes wide with surprise as the various eyes covering his body began to close. I didn't know what the hell he was looking at me like that for; I told him I was going to kick his ass. Well, I told myself that at least. And that's pretty much what counts. His green skin returned to normal, as did the Jagan eye located on his forehead as he slightly reached out for me. He looked…astounded.
I was fairly certain I was going to see a promise to kill me out of revenge in his eyes, but instead, they were merely curious. Definitely confused and surprised, but there was something else that I couldn't quite place my finger on. I wish he'd stop looking at me like that. I didn't realize how fucking red his eyes were. I thought it was just the crazed blood lust that made them look like that.
"You're…pretty clever," he told me. I blinked a few times in wonder and stared at him as his face finally went slack. His Jagan eye closed first, and finally that look fell from his red eyes as they went strangely blank, and then they closed. He fell forward; arm still outstretched, and lay unconscious before me. I stared at him a while longer before letting out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding, feeling more unsettled than I had since I started this whole mess. I trumped it up to me almost dying and finally stood. Hiei was no longer my problem; the Spirit World would decide what to do with him now.
Who the hell had red eyes, anyways?