A/N: So here it is. I've been wanting to write this for quite some time now but have never gotten around to it. (I only had the ideae about a year ago u.u)
So here it is, and about time too. It took soooooo long to finally decide on the main characters seeing as all I had was a solid idea . But yah, you don't like it, get over it and don't read? Yeesh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or YuYu Hakusho. Go ahead, try to sue me. All you'll get is the cardboard box that I am currently residing in .
Where the Heart Is
Created By Kairei
Bang Bang, he shot me down
Bang Bang, I hit the ground
Bang Bang, that awful sound
Bang Bang, my baby shot me down
-Nancy Sinatra
It was of no use.
All the foundation, concealer, and powder produced in the make-up world would not be able to hide this one.
Feeble, shivering fingers brushed the severely damaged skin. She willed her tears to stop, as salt on an open wound was never much of a remedy. She failed.
Her eyeliner and mascara had gave way to the cold tears, trails of charcoal black streaming down her swelling face.
Once more, thunderous slams on the wooden door sounded. She jumped in response, causing her hand to slap against her already abused cheek.
She gazed at the rattling door from the mirror, wondering how long the thing would hold on its hinges.
"BITCH! OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR!" His slurred voice was a dead giveaway as to how much he had had to drink that night. Her legs failed her, and she slumped down between the toilet and the tub in the tiny washroom. Her hair, tangled from his earlier grasp fell limply around her face as she curled up into a ball, hoping, praying it would give her some sense of security.
The door slammed open just then, and he stepped in, throwing it closed behind him.
Chapter One
A Happy Home
"They sure are tying the knot fast, aren't they?"
"Well, yah. Besides, after her father died, they figured the sooner they shack up, the better."
"Shh. . . we shouldn't be talking about that."
"Will you two shut up! They're saying their vows."
It was a wondrous wedding. More than anything a girl of her class could ever wish for. A thing out of the fairy tales she had heard as a child.
What was left of her loved ones as well as his loving family was in attendance. She was so thankful, yet she felt so very unworthy of the blessings she thought a girl like her would ever receive.
With no mother, no father, and hardly any family at all, his had welcomed her with open arms. Without hesitation or any further thought, they took it upon themselves to pay for the entire wedding, their beautifully designed house in the outskirts of the suburbs, and all the other arrangements.
To a girl like her, it was like becoming a princess. A dream she had never thought would come true.
And the moment he slipped that ring onto her finger, she knew, everything she had ever gone through in her youth had finally paid off. All her wishing, praying, hoping for something better. . . everything had been answered. And from that moment on, she would be the happiest woman alive. . .
Rain, rain. . .
Go away. . .
A sullen yelp was left unheard. She slowly eased her eyes open, this was a rather admirable task considering the fact that her eye was completely bruised. It was a wonder her skin could possibly take so much abuse.
Her vision was blurred by the rain, but she had no intention of moving. . . not that she was able to of course. She lay there on her bed of mud, watching the rain as it poured down to the ground.
With some luck, she'd drown here. And yet, that death didn't seem nearly painful enough. Who was she, to hit her husband?
She was a horrible wife. . . Slamming the man's head. . .the man who had given her so much into the sink just so she, the unworthy bride could get away? Escape a few bruises. . .
Pitiful.
Come again another day. . .
Now here she lay. It was funny really, to think she actually thought that she would be able to be. . . happy. No one to blame but herself. . .
Her head was pounding dangerously, and which each passing moment she felt herself slipping more and more into unconsciousness. She was not able to be shocked when she felt weight on her stomach, although it sent a searing sense of pain. From the sound it made, the creature was a cat.
The constant searing pain maximized her senses, and she heard mushy footsteps approaching her.
"Hn."
Had she had a say she would have stayed awake, yet her fighting wasn't enough. The last thing she saw was a pair of blood red pools hovering above her.
Rain, rain. . rain, rain. . . . . rain. . . rain. . .
"Wow Hiei, she's really pretty."
"Yeah, I bet you've done many things to her aye? Heh heh. . . . many many things."
"Was that wise Yusuke?"
"Ahhh come on Kurama it's not like you wouldn't!"
"Will you all shut up?" The voice was cold and angry, and the harshness was the only thing that startled her enough to stir completely.
She finally remembered how to open her eyes, and she had to admit, it wasn't easy. Wait a second. . .
She sat bolt upright, earning gasps from most of the people in the room. It was only then that the pain of her injuries struck her every being like lightning. She cried out in agony, her eyes clenching together as she silently cursed herself for being so weak.
"It isn't wise to make any sudden movements just yet." Startling emerald eyes met what was now dull maroon, as the strange boy gently set her down once more, being mindful of her injuries.
Injuries. . .
Exactly where was she? Panic struck, yet she wasn't able to do anything.
She could feel their gazes on her, and yet try as she might, there was no possible way to tell how many of them had been there, let alone what they looked like.
Her head pounded dangerously, and with each pulsing beat of pain, she felt herself slipping farther and farther into unconsciousness. And then, she was gone.
"Hiei. . . Not that I don't approve, but what exactly are your intentions?" Kurama, the spirit fox asked his friend carefully.
The male koorime made no notion as to whether he had even heard the question. Instead, he sat on the windowsill, gazing out into the night. "Don't question me Kurama." He said evenly.
The truth? Hell, he didn't even know the truth.
". . ." The absence of the curious kitsune's response annoyed him to a certain degree.
"The cat led me to her." Hiei finally said, as if that explained everything.
". . ." Oh did that blasted Kurama know how to pull his strings. But no, that was all the explanation he had, and that was all the explanation the stupid fox was getting.
Kurama eyed his friend suspiciously. Exactly what was going through the male koorime's head? A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he watched Hiei. This situation was an interesting one. Yes. . . very interesting. "Do you think we should call Kagome?" He inquired, surely the girl would prove of some help. No doubt the newcomer would feel rather uncomfortable when she awoke.
Hiei smirked at the red head. "If you want to see her so much why not just go?"
Kurama looked away innocently, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
A rather petite kitten lept up soundlessly in Hiei's lap, and the koorime found himself petting the little demon absentmindedly as his gaze remained fixated on the scenery outside.
Kurama simply watched, just a year ago, Hiei would have most likely sliced Kirara in half had she touched any part of his body. Yet the kitten seemed to do Hiei nothing but good, seemingly finding a way to. . . could it be a heart under that cold exterior? Surely not.
"Well, I'm out. I promised Shizuru we'd have dinner tonight." The orange topped ningen said, heading for the door.
"Trust me Kuwabara, I'm sure she wouldn't miss you." The spirit detective sang with a cocky laugh.
"Watch it Yusuke, don't encourage him to stay." Hiei sneered, not bothering to remove his gaze from where he sat.
"So long Kuwabara." Kurama said exasperatedly. Honestly, could any of the team act with even the slightest bit of maturity? He smiled inwardly.
Surprisingly, Kazuma Kuwabara wasn't in the mood to come up with some kind of comeback, "See ya Kurama" he said, disregarding the other two before stepping out the door.
It wasn't long before Kurama and Yusuke left as well, leaving Hiei alone in his cottage. He was rather annoyed at how anxious the two seemed to want to leave, and he could sense without even using the Jagan implanted on his forehead what they were up to.
They seemed to have it instilled in their minds that they he had some attachment to the girl. That somehow he'd fall in love with her, and together they would go skipping among the forests of the night.
Hn.
That was the most he could say to that idea.
He looked down at the neko fire demon now purring under his touch. "Why'd you. . ." He was about to ask, but she wouldn't have the answer. That was part of the reason he allowed, yes allowed her to say with him. She didn't speak, so unlike his "teammates".
Hiei stood up, causing Kirara to have to resort to amazing acrobatics just to land on her feet. She hissed at him dangerously before striding away and curling up in the corner.
The koorime ignored his companion, his silent footsteps making their way to rest beside the girl on his bed. Her body was covered in bruises and various wounds, and she had lost an exponential amount of blood. Exactly who had done this to her?
And why?
Perhaps the better question was why was he so infatuated? No, not infatuated. The question was. . . yes it was why had he rescued her in the first place? It simply made no sense.
Mindlessly, his hand found it's way to brush her cheek ever so lightly outlining the "hurtie spot" as the baka had called it. Fragile. Meek little human.
Pitiful really.
His eyes hardened. He could kill the girl right now with little effort.
The thought struck, and though he hadn't considered the action seriously, she stirred, as if in response.
He snapped his hand back to lamely by his side, and watched, not sure what his emotions were really. It seemed to cause her great pain to merely opened her eyes, and he smirked inwardly at her weakness.
Dark maroon eyes focused on his every being as she awoke. There was no mistaking it now.
Why this girl had unconsciously called out to him in the rain.
Those eyes would never be far from his mind… He called out to her, though quietly with his surprise.
"Sango."
A/N: So; a pathetically short chapter begins this fic… Review please, if you feel like it; and if you don't like the pairing, why are you still here anyway? sighs Sango/Hiei all the way.As of now im amazingly disappointed so i'll revamp this chapter in the future cuz im a bit lazy as of now...