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Washing, washing, washing...
Got to keep washing, got to get it off...got to get it off.
Hiei scrubbed his nude body clean of the invisable blood that only he saw. He sat in the middle of a small creek, washing, washing, washing...He had to get it all off, all off. Washing...washing...washing.
"No...not right...he wasn't suppoused to...no."
From a distance his two closest friends, Kurama, and Yusuke watched. Yusuke on his knees, holding onto a jacket that wasn't his for dear life. Kurama with his stunned green eyes watching Hiei's ever moving hands, while his own cluthced Yusuke's shoulder.
Hiei was still washing, washing, washing...
"There's no blood Hiei." Yusuke said dully, pulling the jacket closer. Blood was on the jacket, and three feet away from Yusuke, and Kurama was the owner of the jacket. He was laying there, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding...he was laying there washing the ground red.
Washing went his blood.
Washing went Hiei's hands.
Nothing was clean anymore.
Hiei stopped, cold from the freezing water, and held his head, hand burring in his hair. He coudn't wash anymore, the blood on his hands and on his body would not go away.
Washing wasn't working...the washing wasn't halping.
Noises were in his head. All Kuwabara's voice. Fighting. Laughing. Screaming. Whispering. SCREAMING-ALL THE NOISE! "BE QUIET!" Hiei cried holding his head. He turned to look at the body that was bleeding, bleeding, bleeding...He turned to look at Yusuke who was crying, crying, crying...He turned to look at Kurama who was starring...
starring...
starring...
At a killer.
Hiei turned away and closed his eyes. He saw it all play out in his head. Kuwabara running for him, while Hiei just stood there looking at him, thinking, 'What now?' He had seen the fear on his face, but he'd paid it no mind, hadn't even cared. Then he was pushed, pushed hard...pushed so hard.
Hiei was on the ground, but Kuwabara's dead body was already there, blood spouting from an arrow that had gone through his neck. As Hiei lay their starring into Kuwabara's eyes, the demons that shot him were laughing, laughing, laughing...Yusuke was screaming, Kurama snarling, Kuwabara dying. He twitched, and he blinked, struggling to breathe. "Sorry." He gurgled blood seeping between his teeth, coming out in spurts that splashed Hiei's face.
He went still, and Yusuke was crying and rocking him. Rocking, rocking, rocking...back and forth back and forth and over again...opver and over...rocking. Hiei had stood and without a word took off his clothes, and went to the creek to wash.
Hiei opened his eyes and took a look at his friends who were starring, starring, starring, and to the dead hero who was apologizing over and over. "Your dead don't be sorry! DON'T BE SORRY!"
He turned away and went back to washing.
Washing...
Washing...
Washing...