Hello! This is my newest one shot. And a quick warning, there will be character death. I really hope you enjoy this, I, kind of, just wanted to get this done before I forgot it! I do that a lot...
Disclaimer : I Do Not Own Yu Yu Hakusho (though I do own a pack of yyh cards...
Another
World
On The Battlefield
Normal POV
Two silhouettes stood on their battlefield, armed and ready to mêlée. Their muscles were tense in anticipation, waiting for the first strike from their opponent. Both were clothed fully in armor that shone brightly in the afternoon sun, one gleaming of lustrous silver and the other; a glimmering alabaster polished to perfection.
The sterling gray being clutched onto it's sword tightly, watching with observant eyes and judging the length that separated them. The golden one seemed to be doing the same, instead with less calmness then it's enemy.
Setting into fighting position, the pearly individual charged first, sending a heavy horizontal slash down upon the victim. Though in armor, the honey colored warrior moved quickly, blocking the blow with it's own blade. It pushed the attacking sword upward and swung vertically; intend to slice through the resplendent protective covering.
The silver creature pivoted gracefully, coming out unscathed by the sword, and sent a well aimed kick to it's rival's chest. The blow threw it several feet backward and created a visible dent in the aurous shielding. Deeming it of no use, the injured fighter removed it and tossed it aside, into the grass and wildflowers that surrounded them. It lay forgotten as they continued their battle, their weapons creating sparks as they clashed.
Finally, the yellowed soldier landed a blow, knocking off the helmet of the head it's foe. It revealed a handsome young man with wild spiky hair, both black and white. He glared at his challenger and received silence for a response. T
he raven haired youth parried swiftly, striking the flaxen plated shoulder and created a scratch against the smooth surface. After retreating to a safe distance, it looked up with surprise as he stared back emotionlessly. Both faces became neutral and they sprinted toward one another. A metallic ringing filled the air as the edges of their blades grinded against each other.
Their arms shook as they applied more strength, trying to overpower their adversary. The crimson eyed boy flung the opposing sword aside and swerved his katana toward the abdomen of his contender. Seeing the upcoming strike, it quickly kneed his stomach, causing him to lose his balance and stumble backward. Following the attack, it used it's weapon to send the boy's sword in the air and into the tall grass.
As soon as he felt the hilt of his blade leave his hands, he didn't hesitate to draw a concealed short sword out of his leg armor. The male brought his small knife forward to meet the sharp rim of the golden warrior's sword. Pushing upward with his cutlass, he managed to kick his assailant's weapon out of it's grasp and shove the fighter a few feet away.
It got into a stance and began to dodge the waves of slashes brought upon it. The yellow clad being caught his arm in a mid-slash and the once again they tested each other's strength. The small battle dropped them to the ground, wrestling for possession of the only steel object at hand. Their fight threw the item into the bark of a tree that stood in the background. Simultaneously, they glanced up at it in a bit of shock and then back to each other. They shot up on their feet and began to dash for the only weapon in sight.
Their bodies slammed into the wood and the charcoal headed adolescent clasped his eyes shut. He could feel a warm liquid upon his hands that was now staining his armor. The caramel body leaned backward and let out a small gasp. It began to lurch astern, but he caught it before it fell.
He removed the sword from it's torso and began to shed of his and his enemy's armor. He slowly removed the flaxen helmet and watched as long, silken, blue tresses cascaded out like a waterfall. When all the metal items were out of the way, he carefully laid the female upon his lap. She smiled at him, her amethyst irises sparkling.
"… Hiei…" He cringed at how innocent her voice sounded to his ears. She looked at him lovingly; as if everything that had just occurred never happened. He bent his head, burying it in the nook of her neck, in guilt. She frowned, as began to stroke his hair comfortingly. "It's not your fault... We had to fight…"
"I only wished you didn't have to die so painfully." He confessed, keeping his face buried in her chest.
"Shhh..." She cooed, moving to stroke his cheek, knowing well of her fate. "I'm glad we had a chance to do this before I-"
"It wasn't fair." He interrupted her as if to avoid the fact. "Our fathers had no right to pick what would become of us in this war."
"It wasn't fair. But it was the things that were. It was not our fault they chose to pick different side of the war."
"I'm…" She placed a delicate finger over his mouth to silence him
"No, I'm sorry. I was selfish. I…" She began to cry, the tears leaving hot trails down her pale cheeks. "…just couldn't stand to watch you die. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" He clutched tighter on her body, his callused hand traced her jaw and tilted her face upward. Softly, he pressed his lips upon hers. It was a tender kiss, and caused them both to melt into each other, wanting more.
But he was aware of their limited amount of time, and begrudgingly pulled back. Though she tried to hide it, he could see the pain on her features, how she struggled just to take one breath of air. The steamy liquid once again began to glaze her enchanting orbs.
"Hiei… Do you think, if we were born in another world, we could have been… friends?" The hand she used to caress his cheek was caught by his hand, their fingers were laced together as an act of intimacy. His crimson red irises captivated her in a wanting stare.
"That and more." He replied in a small whisper that danced upon her skin as his lips dangled above her knuckles and she wistfully smiled. She wearily, shut her eyes and rested her head on his chest, listening carefully to his steady heartbeat.
"Thank you… For everything…" She drawled out in a hushed tone and became unmoving. He tried hard to keep his breathing regular as he held her limp body. Hiei cradled her head to his body, rocking a bit as he stroked her hair. He buried his nose in her hair and smelled the enticing scent of apple blossoms.
"I'm sorry."
It was spring once more and the war was over. It was now an era where only peace and quiet existed and bloodshed was just a mere word; a happy period of time.
She would have loved it. His mind whispered to him inaudibly, and he agreed. It had been four years since then. Now he stood in the meadow that looked just the same, four years his senior, alive and well; and it was all because of her. If they hadn't fought, they would have both been put to death, charged with treason.
The wildflowers and gentle breezes still gave the area a look of calmness so that you would have never guessed it was once a battlefield where the grass had once been stained red. Hiei ambled across it leisurely, memories flooding into his thoughts with each wary step.
His hand touched the bark of the tree fondly, the place where it had all begun and ended. This was where they would rendezvous during those times of harsh hostilities. He climbed onto a long, sturdy branch and reached into the leaves of the tree. His hands nimbly plucked a flower from the undergrowth.
Landing gracefully, he traveled around the tree to the indentation, and sat on the grass. He twirled the blossom, her namesake, within his grasp, inspecting it and observing it's beauty. The flower was fully bloomed and the petals were of a powdery white tinged with pink. It almost looked as if it were blushing at it's own loveliness.
He held it to the sun and the sunlight outlined the figure he seized in his hand, making it seem picturesque in his eye. The brightness flickered upon his sight causing him to wince a bit. He turned gaze into the blue depths of the sky to distract himself from the beams, and found himself pondering of the cerulean hue. A frown played across his face and he sighed.
"… Could I go where you are?" He questioned wistfully, and listened to the silence that was his answer. He set the flower on the ground beside him as an offering, knowing that she lay beneath him, resting for eternity. He laid his head against the tree, crossed his arms over his chest, and shut his eyes; set on dreaming of blue peonies.
"Perhaps in another world, Botan." He whispered to the wind, "Perhaps in another world…"
There, it was pretty quick. I think it went pretty well and I hope you think so too. Thanks for reading and please review!
