To walk in my shoes
Author's notes – Hi this is my first story on here since my last lost account. I hope to have this only a 15 chapter story. If I fail at that then it will be longer. Now, for the disclaimer! I am so not saying it. You! In the shadows there! Come read this page!
Brago – Stupid woman…Karasuookami does not own Yu Yu Hakusho, any of the characters or my self from Zatch Bell. If she did I would be the star of Zatch Bell.
Hiei - She would also pair us together, even if we aren't from the same shows.
Karasuookami - Hint, hint on that pairing. It's so uncommon and I'll try it. Now, on with the story. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Let's walk
I am weak. I am stupid. I am lame and I hate myself. I hate being a cry baby. I have emotions, I hate them!
I am Eliza. Eliza Browncock. Don't laugh, it's not like I picked the name. I am a short, 5'2 ft girl with size 9 feet. Yeah, I'm known as 'Hobbit'. I am a thin girl. So thin in fact that a strong breeze blows me over. A breeze not a gust of wind. My age is 16 and 8 months, almost 17. I'm in grade 11. I hate myself.
I am weak. My family tells me so, my teachers and even my friends. It's just I'm a girl not a boy. What I wouldn't give to be strong, emotionless, talented, good looking, like my idol. Then again, he's just a drawing.
Hiei. I can just imagine being a guy like him. I wish I could be like him in everyway.
That is my one and only wish.
"Miss Browncock!" Mrs. Woodworth shouted. I look up at her, my amber colored eyes reflected in her dish sized glasses.
"Yes Mrs. W?"
"Stop dozing off in class. Next time it's detention. Got that?" She taps her ruler on my desk before heading for the front of the class again.
I wait another hell sent overly slobbery spit ball to the back of the head, 20 minutes. "Bbrriinngg!" The last bell of the day, I hate that bell.
I walk out of class just in time. "Hey dirtdick!" Daniel Paris, he has called me that name since grade 3. I get hit by him if he gets to me. I turn around to see him right there.
At first my parents worried like all the rest do, nut when I gave them the letter from the teacher, they lost hope. It said that I had taken every hit and by grade 7, still haven't fought back. I always mumbled an "I deserve it." I really do.
"Dirtdick! Earth to crab fest!" Paris slams my head into a locker. Tears immediately follow. I hate crying, it's a show of weakness. If only I was Hiei!
"I deserve it." I mumble as I pull myself off the floor. His fist connects with my jaw, sending my pathetic body back down. My eye sight blurs when he slams his knee into my temple. The ground isn't stable anymore, the world is spinning under me. It drums dully as it gets darker. Someone whispers in my ear.
"Wishes come true if you wish hard enough." I no longer feel, darkness all around me.
"What is it now, miko?"
"I have found someone to help us with our Spirit Detective problem, master."
"Not another hopeless dreamer now." A sigh echoes through the area.
"Sorry master but yes. This one wishes to be like the fire demon. We could switch them."
"Only if she wishes hard enough. He will not expect it. There will be no resistance from him."
"Yes my lord." The miko disappears wondering how her lord knew it was a she.
"I didn't do this to myself!" I can't believe that they would take that Paris' word! He told them that 'he had found me slamming my head into the wall'.
"How am I to believe you? Mister Paris has brought you home like this for the past 6 years, saying that you went crazy again." My father said.
Anger boils in my chest, burning my heart. I feel tears run down my bruised face.
"I hate you all!" I run up stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me.
"Wish my dear child." A soft woman's voice echoes in my room.
"Who?"
"Wish my child!" she demands.
"What's to lose? I wish I could be like Hiei in every way!" I blurt out loudly. The room becomes cold, my body feels like fire though. It's so confusing. I let my body fall to the floor as a bright light washes over me. A second presence overwhelms me. It's strong, different but familiar too.
"What the hell!?" The male voice echoes past me before it's gone.
Something relaxing sets in on me and sleep calls gently. I agree with it and slip into dreams of Kurama.
The sun is warm against my face. Slowly I open my eyes and stifle a yawn. I rub my eyes with bandaged fists.
"What?" I blink, staring at my hands. They are of darker skin color and I don't recall having nails this dull. I glance past them slowly to stare at the black attire I'm wearing. Glancing at my feet I notice they are not mine. They are small and booted. Moving a bit I feel myself tip a little to one side. I look over.
"When did I get up here?" I'm two stories up in a tree.
"I'm glad you're up Hiei. Maybe you would like to stay long enough for breakfast?" The man sounded fairly familiar. Glancing to the window beside the branch, Kurama is leaning out of it a bit, a smile on his face. He takes my lack of reply as needing more persuading.
"My mother is out for the day if you're worried about that. You can come downstairs."
'Wait! What happened? I'm Eliza not Hiei! Wait….' I do a mental check of hands, clothes and feet. 'I'm in Hiei's body. Think Eliza! If you act like Hiei, you can be Hiei without anyone noticing. Yes! Go Eliza!' I realize he's waiting for a reply from the 'Hiei' he knows.
"Hn." I get up with a little trouble and Kurama takes quick note of the unusual behavior.
"Feeling alright Hiei?" His eyes show concern and something else. It's then that I realize he's thinking what could be wrong. His eyes look over Hiei's, no wait its mine now, body. I'm panicking but from Kurama's face it isn't showing.
"Stiff." 'Short answers are good right? If he finds out I'm not really Hiei then he'll try to switch back. That can't happen; I don't want to go back.' I feel more determined then ever.
He hides a chuckle with his hand as he moves from the window to let me in. With a thought and movement quicker then I can understand at the moment, I find myself in the middle of Kurama's room. I don't recall even going through the window. I turn to look at the redhead. He's smiling at me.
"Not so stiff now I see." I roll my eyes and "hn" again. 'So far so good.'
He wraps an arm around my shoulders before leading me downstairs. It feels more like a leash to make sure I don't run away then any thing friendly. Entering the kitchen he gets me to sit down.
That's when it dawns on me. 'What kind of table manners does Hiei have? I've only ever seen him drink coffee. Does he eat fast or slow? How much does he eat? Wait, this is his body se when I feel full that'll be it. Genius Eliza!'
"An insight on your thought Hiei?" Kurama calls over his shoulder. He's cooking something that smells good already. I decide to try to divert him.
"Where has your mother gone?" I'm distracted for a moment by my new amazingly delicious voice I now posses.
"Only to work, she'll be home tonight. Now what caused you to smile so suddenly, Hiei?" 'I smiled?' I think hard but don't remember smiling. 'Maybe when I was congratulating myself?'
He appeared behind me, placing a plate of food down in front of me. He put a fork and knife down but moments later picked them back up. I grabbed his arm in questioning.
"I forgot you eat with chopsticks."
"I'll try eating with those." I hope I saved my ass. He smiles and places them back down.
"There's something new." He quickly placing his own food down and starts to eat. Picking up the fork, I found my hand was not used to holding it. Even if I myself have eaten with a fork before it didn't feel right in my hand. 'Now what? It's not like I know how to use chopsticks.'
Karasuookami – that's it for now. Please review!
Hiei – It's not like they will. I've read your past history with that.
Kurama – Hiei! She is a unique writer and should be supported not bashed.
Brago – Suck up…
Hiei – Pathetic gravity demon. (bashes Brago's head in)
Karasuookami – Bye! (Trying to part the two with Kurama's help)
