Live and Let Die

I've decided that there aren't enough Hiten fan-fics. Personally I like Hiten, sure he's all "evil" and whatsit, but this is a fan-fic so I can do as I please. As I've said before, I don't own the Inuyasha characters, but I do own my ideas. Now on with the show! Er…uh, story.

Malice

He remembered her well from years ago, the woman who fought with hair. Taught strands used like wire to bind and slice her victims with masterful precision. Yura. Standing from his vantage in the window sill, he often wondered where she was and if she'd return. Unlike the many other demon women in his life she remained a constant chapter in his memory, one that surfaced frequently and often without provocation. He would think on it no longer, he decided as he made his way through the corridors to the main entry. After all, Hiten was not the type to think on any one woman for too long.

"Brother Hiten." Manten approached him a waver of concern hanging behind his voice. "Where are you going?"

"Out for a while it would seem." He said Turning to face his brother. "Why are wanting to come along."

Manten sighed at his older brother's harshness. Even though they'd both grown to maturity he still insisted on treating him like a troublesome brat. "I mean no intrusion, I am only concerned for your well being. You've been most distracted lately."

"The only distraction here is you Manten." Hiten venomously spat. "You with your cumbersome body and frightening features. Following me constantly, why can't you just go do something useful and terrorize some village girls." He smirked as he opened the door. "Or have their screams become too much even for you?"

Shaking his head Manten watched Hiten leave. He'd learned long ago not to let his brother's harsh remarks effect him. His temper was so like their father's, harsh and cold. Although it only seemed to show itself when he was in moments of thought. "Perhaps pain is brother Hiten's joy." Manten muttered as he left to paw through more of his mother's books. "Now where is that recipe?"

Somewhere near the edge of their father's land Hiten laid on the grass at the mountains base. A smile played on his lips as he replayed his words to Manten in his head. It seemed with each day his cruelty evolved. He'd not intended to attack Manten so frontally, but his mood and disinterest in talking of his current state. "Stupid Manten."

"Manten is not stupid." A young girls voice chimed. "You just don't know anything Hiten."

"Oh and you do?" He replied not moving his position.

"I do." She said running around to face him. "Aren't you even gonna look at me when I'm talkin' to you?"

"No Souten I'm not."

"You're rude."

"And you're annoying."

"I am not." She sat on the ground near him pouting. "If mother were alive you wouldn't talk to me like that."

"But unfortunately for you mother's not alive." He heard a faint whimper as his younger sister left quickly, leaving no trace of her presence save his contented expression. "Why am I the only one who sees the harshness of reality?"

The wind picked up and storm clouds gracefully loomed over the mountain as the beginnings of a heavy rainstorm sprinkled the land. Hiten, stood surveying the oncoming weather and decided right then, to go and search out something to kill. Taking to the sky's he headed for the nearest village. "If I can't have a little fun with Manten and Souten," He mused in his head. "I'll have with someone else."

The closest village to the mountain was still bustling with people hurrying home to get out of the storm heading their way. Merchants closed their doors and windows while frantic mothers called their young ones to safety from the already icy wind. Hiten, being one for spectacle and grandiose entrances planned his descent from the skies above hidden well inside the grey thunder clouds. Scanning the humans of the village he picked out one, of not particular complexion except that she was fair. She was average by Hiten's standards, but judging her demeanor and interaction with the other townspeople; she was well liked. "Perfect." He thought as he started closer to her, being sure to make himself seen. Men pointed and shouted as they ran for their weapons, "Demon! Demon, get inside everyone, hide!"

A malicious smile followed by malevolent laughter as Hiten struck the ground scattering the people in droves. The gap created from the blast separated his target from the others, she trembled in fear running wildly through the now blinding rain. Disorientation set in courtesy of another of Hiten's attacks. As the smoke cleared the woman stood coughing as the rest of her village screamed and ran.

"You make it too easy you know." He said from the smoky air above her.

"What? Who's there?" She looked around frantically for anyone. Infront of her was a chasm, jagged from it's electric creation. "Please I didn't do anything, please don't..."

"Why do humans always think that destruction needs a reason?" Hiten mocked stepping down in front of her. "I mean did you do anything to deserve this, probably not."

"I haven't." She said on her knees pleading with him. "I've done nothing disrespectful, I've not done anything wrong."

"Which makes you all the more deserving." He pulled her to her feet. "For a human you are quite pretty." He smiled and touched her skin softly. "Very pretty, I bet your kind too." He started walking leading her forward through the smoke and rain to the frightened village men holding rusty swords and farm equipment as weapons. "I bet everyone here knows and loves you."

"Please, demon." A man nearby shouted. "Leave Makiko be."

Laughing, Hiten wrapped an arm around the frightened woman. "Leave her be? Leave this attractive specimen of humanity be?" He smiled and looked to the villagers. "Tell me, does she know medicines? Does she tend to your wounds? Is she kind and well mannered? Demure and sweet?"

"She is sir I tell you." Said the same man. "Please let Makiko go, I beg you."

"Beg me?"

"I pray you stop!"

"Pray me to stop." Hiten shook his head and shoved Makiko roughly to his side. "I wont lay a finger on her, you have my word." With one swift motion he incinerated her with a single blast from his palm.

Standing shocked the rabble started low as cries of despair rang out. An old woman wailing inconsolably rushed to the mound of ashes gathering what she could of the young woman's remains. "Monster!" She screamed at Hiten. "My daughter deserved none of this, why didn't you kill me? I'm old, useless and lived my time. She was young, so young." Crying into her hands her sobs were drowned only by Hiten's menacing laughter.

Bending to her level on the ground, he whispered to her, "I was going to kill you for even coming near me, now I see it more to my amusement to let you live without your precious girl."

With a few more strikes of lightening, Hiten left the village burning as the sounds of suffering faded as he headed home. With a bitter smile he sighed, "And yet it still does nothing for me."