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Hiten lay motionless in the puddle of crimson liquid that was his blood. With clouded vision, he looked up to the hanyou that had slain his brother.
Inuyasha, the half-demon he was stupid enough to underestimate. He should've killed him when he had the chance…but he didn't. He wanted to 'toy' with him. Maybe if he killed him right away, Manten would've lived.
His cold, scarlet eyes stared into the hanyou's golden orbs and he watched as Inuyasha frowned at him. He sheathed Tessaiga, nodded in acknowledgement and walked away.
That was the ultimate mockery. Was he not worth finishing off? Hiten was too smart to be grateful for something like that. He knew it wasn't that Inuyasha wanted him to live or that he knew he would, what he did know was that the thunder youkai would drown in his own blood. He would die where he lay. And Hiten hated that.
He opened his mouth. He wanted to warn him, maybe even call him a coward for not killing him himself, but he couldn't. When he opened his mouth to speak, no words came out. He would say just about anything for Inuyasha to come back and slay him. He had to be worth something, even if it was killing. He wasn't worthless. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to convince the hanyou or himself.
His throat went dry and his breaths became deep and uneven. He tried to maintain his breathing to slow down his flow of blood but soon gave up. What was the point? A few extra minutes of life? It wasn't worth it. Manten was gone and now there was nobody left to truly care for him. Nobody would ever miss him.
He devoured any women that could've possibly cared for him and he was barely there for Souten to care about him and he blamed himself. It was his fault.
If he would've paid closer attention to Inuyasha, Manten might still be alive. If he'd been at least a little kinder, Manten would've known how much he meant to him. But he wasn't. He wasn't careful or caring and now he was realizing the mistakes he had made. He turned his head to the side and stared at the ground blankly.
A nauseating sensation overcame him and he coughed up his own blood. He still didn't move his body, he couldn't, so the blood just poured from his mouth.
He gagged on it. He felt so weak. He felt his skin become drenched with blood, but there was nothing he could do about it. His whole body…at this point, just breathing hurt. He felt so weak and vulnerable. The pain across his wounded chest was almost unbearable. He hissed in pain as he attempted to clutch the ground beneath him, but his fingers were trembling beyond his control.
He heard voices. He couldn't turn his head again, that took too much energy, but he recognized from whom the voices came from. Somehow, the fox and the girl survived his attack and were arguing with the half-breed about something. Then it stopped.
The voices that once passed through his ears were blocked out and replaced by a high-pitched ringing sound. His whole body went numb and he felt no pain now. Was this the end? Had he finally reached death? He almost hoped so. His eyes slowly became lidded and he smirked to himself. It was a good life, and the only thing he would ever change about it was the way he treated his brother. He would see him, now, though. In hell. He would see his brother and would make up for what he did…somehow.
His eyes finally closed and everything went black. This was the end. It had to be…
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I had this conversation with BewilderedLoca more than once...AbixHiten...that's my shit! I needed to dedicate a whole fic to them! ^_^
Haha, brief much? The next chapter goes a lot more into their relationship, this was just like...a prologue? Maybe...I dunno. Of course he lives, though! Please review, next couple chappies are already written so the more reviews, the quicker the updates!