Rush
Author:
Darling Fox
Rating: M
Warning: violence, blood, stream of consciousness
Summary: Hiei in
the heat of a battle.
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho ©
Yoshihiro Togashi
A/N: This is the first time I tried this style. Hopefully it works.
This is it, blood seeping through his clothes and red hot drops dribbling down his chin and lips and it tastes like fire.
Slashing through flesh, weak and soft and yielding under his sharp sword, a blade of darkness, blood like acid on him and maybe it is, burning and not hot enough, never enough, not even near the flames inside. It is a rush, his living heart drumming and pulse beating, a primal tune, a carnal predatory sound, he can hear it, always, always hear it. This is it, this is wilderness, this is here and real and this is freedom.
Agony on faces and he doesn't care and he hears his own hoarse laughter and a higher one, a pretty pretty voice echoing him. Dance and sever and kill and maim and corpses around him, he can see them, smell their rotting flesh and oh how he enjoys it. Take a life, slaughter, tear and destroy and he can feel their pain and it is this, this is it, he loves it, he is born to do it.
Hot yet cold and he is flying, faster and faster and faster and nothing can stop him, not yet, not yet when they are still standing. Ragged breathing and a cut throat, tearing apart and the coppery smell and taste and he is laughing again, throwing his head back in wild and raw abandon.
The End.