Akari: Hello again people.

Hiei: You seem kind of depressed. I know I'll regret this, but why are you depressed?

Akari: No one likes my story.

Jusono: That's not true! I love your stories!

Akari: You're my friend. You're supposed to say that.

Jusono: But, I'm sure lots of other people like your stories too.

Hiei: (laughs quietly to self.)

Jusono: If you have something to say, say it somewhere else!

Hiei: Shut up onna.

Jusono: What did you just say!

Akari: (ignores fighting in background.) If you like this story, please review and tell me. I am very depressed right now and could use the moral support.

Akari: I don't own YYH or Sesshomaru. This is not an Inuyasha crossover. I just needed another character. Deal with it.

Hiei: I like this new you. Your whole aura is very dark. It suits you.

Akari: Hiei, what did you do to Jusono?

Hiei: Do you really want to know?

Akari: Not really…

A LOVE SO STRONG

Hiei. That name meant every thing to me. It was my life, my soul, but more importantly, my love. I would give my life for Hiei without a moment's hesitation. But I couldn't tell if Hiei loved me back. Was I his world, his soul? Would Hiei die for me? If he had any feelings toward me, he showed none. Well, you read my story and see if you can find anything, anything at all, that I have over looked. I am not writing this story, although it will be in my P.O.V. Someone else is writing this. Someone who saw it all. Who heard it all, even our thoughts. I do not know this person, or what they will write. I only hope that what they write will realize my greatest of dreams, or the worst of my nightmares…

It all started on that fateful day as I walked through the forest behind my house. I do not know why I was walking through that forest, for I hate it with all my heart. That was the place of my parents, the only family I had had left, death. But something was pulling at me, at my heart, to return there. I could not resist this something; it was too powerful. I do not believe in destiny, but if there is such a thing that day was it.

I was walking quickly through the forest, until I stopped suddenly at an old oak tree. There were many scars on its bark. Some of them were deep, long slashes, but others barely scratched the surface. I looked up into its golden branches and, to my great surprise; I saw some one sitting on one of the low, thick branches.

'How did he get up there?' I thought to myself.

I looked around, but I saw no sign of a ladder, and there were no climbable branches for at least 15ft. I looked back at the guy in the tree.

'He looks like he's asleep!' I thought, 'how can anyone sleep in a tree?' I decided to wake him up.

"Hey! You in the tree!" I shouted up at him.

I don't know if it woke him up, but it made him turn over on his side so that his back was now facing me. Boy, that really ticked me off. Don't you hate it when it seems like people are ignoring you? I know I sure do. Let me warn you now: I do stupid things when I'm mad. So, following this rule, I looked for something to throw at him. I found a rock about 4in. in diameter.

'This'll do nicely,' I thought.

For those of you who don't know, I have a great arm. I could probably go into professional baseball with the way I throw. I held my arm back, took aim, and fired. Wham, it hit him right on his head. That sure woke him up, unless his normal reaction to being hit in the head by something is to jump 5ft in the air. But, to my dismay, he missed the branch when he started to come down, and so, he fell the 20-foot or so drop to the ground. There was a loud cracking noise when he hit the ground. My stomach twisted when I heard that noise.

"Oh no," I moaned as I ran towards him, "Oh no, please, no. Please be all right."

I hoped that the sound I heard was a twig or something, but who was I kidding? I had broken my right arm twice, left arm three times, my right leg three times, and my left leg four. All together, that equaled a grand total of twelve broken bones, and twelve grand trips to the emergency room. Let's just say I was a very adventurous kid when my parents were alive. Thank God my dad was a doctor. But I guess what I am saying is that I know the sound of bones cracking when I hear it. I finally reached him after what seemed like hours of running. I stopped and knelt beside him. He was conscious, that surprised me, but he wasn't moving either. He was also not crying, which I thought was peculiar, because I had seen grown men cry when they broke their bone bones. This guy seemed to be just a few years older than me. And for your information, I am 16 years old.

"Are you okay?" I whispered as I started to take off my backpack.

"Hn," he replied.

He was looking at his right arm. There was a small pool of blood around it; the pool was slowly, but surely, growing larger.

'Maybe he's in shock,' I thought. 'That would explain why he isn't crying.' "Where does it hurt?" I asked him, my voice still a whisper.

He turned his eyes to look at me. They seemed to have that 'what do you think?' look in them.

"I mean, besides your arm."

"My head," he said in a mocking tone.

"Oh, sorry about that," I said as my cheeks turned bright red.

I looked back at him. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at his arm.

"It's broken," I said.

"I kinda gathered that," he said irritably.

"Do you think that you have any other broken bones?" I asked. He must have heard the seriousness of my voice because he seemed to get serious as well.

"I think I might have broken my leg, or something around my leg." He said. He tried to move it and in the process he winced. I was now looking through my bag.

"Aha! Here it is!" I said excitedly.

I had been well aware that he was watching me, and that he now had a confused look on his face. When I looked up at him the look was quickly replaced with the blank expression from before. I then held up a small, clear, plastic bag that had a light brown powder in it. He now looked even more confused then before.

"What's that?" he asked suspiciously.

"It's called lycly, it's a drug," I said.

"A drug? What are you doing with a drug? You don't seem like that kind of person," he said.

"Who said it's for me?" I asked. A look of sudden understanding lit up his face.

"Oh no, I am not going to take any drug," he said. He was starting to look desperate.

"Don't worry," I said as I rolled my eyes, "It doesn't make you act stupid or any thing, it's a medical drug. Doctors use it to put their patients to sleep."

Before he could say anything else I poured some into my hand and blew it towards him. The effects were almost immediate. His eyes started to droop and soon, they were closed and he was sound asleep.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you up," I said to his unconscious body.

I picked him up and carried back through the forest. I unlocked my door and carried him inside. I placed him down on one of the many spare beds I had in my house. I then took off his cloak thingy to get a better look at his arm.

'Just as I thought, it's a compound fracture,' I thought.

It didn't matter to me, all that meant is that I would have to put his bone back inside his skin. He was wearing a thin black shirt that I then had to take off. The bone in his arm was sticking out about two inches. I put some white rubber gloves on and then I took hold of his arm with both of my hands. I pulled them apart from each other very slowly and the bone started to recede into his skin. When it was finally in I made sure that the bones were aligned. I then got a piece of splint wood and some bandages and I put his arm in a cast.

'Maybe I should sign it,' I thought.

This was somewhat amusing, at least it made me laugh. I finally settled down and decided to look at his leg. I rolled up his pant leg and I was relived to see that it wasn't broken.

'Just a bad sprain, a cracked bone at the most.'

I wrapped his leg in bandages like the ones on his arm. I rolled his pant leg back down and looked at his face. Now that I was finished tending to his wounds I could take some time to study his features. He had spiky black hair with a white starburst in the middle. His face was rigid. It seemed like one big vast pool of sorrow, as if his whole life was one big, painful memory.

'Like mine,' I thought sadly to myself.

He was very muscular and looked like he was in really good health.

'He could probably crush a boulder into gravel with his bare fist,' I imagined this in my head.

My mom used to be able to do that, but she used her powers. My eyes went back to his face. It was then that I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. He had tied a piece of clothe around his forehead.

'Why would he do that?' I asked myself, 'sure it looks cool, but I wonder if there is something underneath it.'

I leaned my head closer to get a better look at it. I lifted my hand and started to undo the knot behind his head. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he sat up very abruptly.

"Owww, that hurt!" I said as I leaned back in my chair rubbing my now very sore forehead.

"Well, what were you doing leaning over me girl?" he growled at me.

"I wasn't doing anything," I said as my checks flushed a little bit.

"Wh-," he started when he put his hand to his forehead. "YOU WERE TRYING TO UNDO MY HEADBAND WEREN'T YOU?" He yelled.

He looked really scary when he was mad. "Well, I was j-just curious," I stammered.

"Don't your parents teach you manners?" He yelled.

"They did when they were alive," I whispered.

"So what if your parents are dead? Just 'cause your parents aren't around doesn't mean that you can disrespect other people's property! I grew up without any parents too, you know!" he growled angrily.

I looked at him with surprise.

"How long have they been dead?" he asked blankly as he looked the other way.

"T-two years now," I whimpered. I could barely talk about them. It still hurt so much, even if they had been dead for two years now. A tear slid down my cheek.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"S-sixteen," I sniffed.

"Hm, At least you knew your parents. Mine abandoned me when I was born," he said. I looked at him.

I knew at that moment why his face looked so sorrowful. His life really was a big painful memory.

"Why?" I asked.

I knew it was none of my business, but, as I said before, I'm a very curious person.

"Sigh because where I come from men are viewed as evil creatures," he explained. (I don't care if Hiei's OOC! I didn't want to change it.)

A sudden burst of laughter erupted from me.

"What's so funny about that?" he demanded.

"I-it's j-just that," I had to stop for a second because I was laughing so hard. He had a look of great annoyance on his face and that just made me laugh harder.

"I'm sorry, as I was saying before, it's just that here we are telling each other about our past and I don't even now your name and vice versa," I said as I clutched my sides when another spurt of laughter shook me.

"You have the weirdest sense of humor, did you know that?" he asked.

He sounded really serious, but I knew it was a joke. He waited patiently for a few minutes for me to settle down.

"My name is Hiei."

"Hiei? That's a cool name. I'm Carrie," I said.

"Carrie, I think that I can remember that. That is if you didn't give me any permanent damage when you hit me with that rock."

"I am so sorry about that. It's just that it felt like you were ignoring me and I hate it when people ignore me," I explained.

"I was asleep, at least I was until you came along and chucked that rock," Hiei said smirking.

"Did you bandage my arm yourself? You did an okay job for a little girl," Hiei said grumpily.

"Thanks, I guess," I said awkwardly. I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment, or as an insult.

"Your arm'll be in a cast for at least four months."

"What!" Hiei yelled. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes, "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I am not kidding. You have to keep your arm in a cast for a while to let the bones heal."

"I can still walk around though, right?" he asked.

"Sigh no Hiei, are you forgetting about your leg?" I reminded him.

"Oh, right I forgot about that."

"But your leg wasn't broken so you won't have it on as long as your arm. Although you might be a little sore there for a while."

"Oh, okay," Hiei said absently.

I turned to see what he was looking at and I saw that he was looking out a window. He was looking at the outside world with a longing in his eyes I had never seen before, at least as long as I had known him.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked him.

"Hn."

"How did you get up in that tree? I didn't see a ladder."

"That is none of your business." He said coldly.

"Fine, be that way," I pouted.

Hiei's eyes started to droop. "You should get some sleep," I said as I pushed him back into a lying position. I could feel him tense under my touch. He began to slowly nod off.

I decided to go outside to the stream that ran in front of my house to wash Hiei's cloak and shirt. They were covered in the blood from his arm injury. I gathered them in a steel basket and walked out into the sunshine. There was a warm summer breeze as I walked up to the stream. It was so peaceful. I reached the stream and leaned over to start washing his clothes but I stopped. There was someone behind me.

"Who is he?" he said accusingly.

"He is a boy I found in the woods. There is nothing going on between us, Sesshomaru," I said calmly as I started to wash the clothes.

"Hpmh, I still do not trust him. Why is he in your house anyway?" the silver haired demon puffed out of the corner of his mouth as he sat next to me.

"I knocked him out of the tree with a rock and gave him a broken arm and an injured leg," I replied calmly.

I had finished washing Hiei's clothes and put them back in the basket. I then got up and walked back to the house. I stopped at a thin metal wire that was strung across two trees. I began to hang them up.

"I will be with you in a minute Sesshomaru. I need to finish tending to him," I yelled as I walked back into my house.

Hiei was still sound asleep and was snoring very softly; it was barely audible. I smiled and I almost laughed. He looked so different when he wasn't in a drugged sleep. His features where softer and he looked more child like. I noticed a small scratch had appeared on his face.

'It must have been from my hand when he sat up so suddenly.' His lips where slightly apart and this gave him the appearance of a child who was resting after a day of romping through the forest. I smiled and pulled the covers up over him. I then went and got some tea ready for my guest who was waiting outside. When I was finished I put some lavender on the table next to Hiei. It would help him relax. I then proceeded outside with the tea. Sesshomaru was sitting at the small garden table that was a little way off to the right of my house. It was in the middle of my rose garden. My roses were my pride and joy.

"So, what do you want to talk about Sesshomaru?" I inquired calmly as I placed his tea in front of him.

"You know that that boy is not human, right?" he asked.

"Yes, I figured that when I saw his reaction to the lycly. He was unconscious in seconds," I replied as I took a sip from my tea.

"You used lycly to knock him out? Was he mad?" Sesshomaru now looked very interested.

"No, he wasn't so mad about the me knocking him out as much as me knocking him out of the tree," I smiled bashfully.

"You knocked him out of a tree?" Sesshomaru laughed.

"Well, it seemed like he was ignoring me and I got mad and so I through a rock at him. I guess it spooked him a bit because he fell out of the tree he was sleeping in," I said with as much dignity as I could muster.

This, of course, made Sesshomaru laugh harder.

"I need more lycly," I said. "Can you get me some more please?" I looked at Sesshomaru with my puppy dogface.

"You don't have to make that stupid face Carrie," Sesshomaru said as he stood to leave. "I shall have it to you by next week, alright? I won't be in this part of the forest, though, so if that demon tries something, don't hold back. Okay?" He walked over to me and kissed my cheek.

"Keep safe," he warned me.

"You too," I smirked at him.

He then turned and jumped towards the forest. I picked up my things and walked back to the house. I decided to get dinner started. I took out a box of cereal and a bowl and some milk. I was so creative when it came to cooking. 'I hope Hiei likes Cheerios,' I thought to myself. When I finished I put my bowl in the sink and started to walk towards my room. It was dark outside and there was a full moon. I loved full moons; they made me feel like I could do anything. I quickly changed into my nightgown and checked on Hiei once more. He was still asleep. I was now sure that he was a demon due to the after affects of the lycly. It made demons unusually tired after they first woke up. I had no doubt that Hiei would be out through the night. I turned off the light on the bedside table and went off to bed.

The next morning I awoke to groans. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The groans turned to whimpers and then back. They sounded as if whatever was making them was in a great deal of pain. 'Oh my god! Hiei!' I thought angrily to myself as I jumped out of bed. When I reached Hiei he was tossing and turning, clutching his arm in pain. I saw immediately what had happened. His bandages had broken and his bones were grinding against each other. I hurried over to the right side of his bed. The wound was worse than I first thought. There was blood everywhere. I realized that Hiei had pierced the artery in his arm. If I didn't stop the bleeding soon, Hiei would bleed to death. Then I did the worse thing possible in this kind of situation; I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I was so afraid that Hiei would die that I couldn't think straight. I tried to blotch up all the blood that was coming from his arm. That did absolutely nothing. The only thing that I could hope for was that Hiei would remain asleep.

Akari: So, there's my first chapter for you. Did you like it?

Jusono: (pants heavily) O-of course t-they like i-it.

Akari: I want to ask, but I won't.

Jusono: Ask what? What that evil bastard did to me?

Hiei: (Walks into the room) did someone call?

Akari: (laughs) You guys should be on T.V. or something.

Jusono: Yay! She smiled!

Hiei: Shoot.

Jusono: You shut up!

Akari: (once again ignores fighting in background.) Anyway, please tell me if you like my story, or if it totally sucks. Either way, I'm fine with it.

Akari: Goodbye now people.