Authoress's Note: Originally, the first and second chapter of this were several other chapters, which I have since decided to re-form and add on to (To explain some loose ends and unclear things.) and then join with the other first few chapters. This used to be broken into 'Introductions Are In Order', 'Kaze saw Who!' and 'An Eventful Night.'
Disclaimer: Neither Hiei or YuYu Hakusho are mine. The song 'Tourniquet' is copyright to Evanescence.
Claimer: Chichiro and Ketsue are mine, Kaze is BritKit, Aria is FoxWitch. While not all the characters are mine, all writing, storylines and concepts in this fanfiction (Save any YYH references) are (This includes Nirvana, Spike, all shadowcats, the shadowcat species, Escque, Mahdaegrahs/entities, scorpios etcetera.).
Yusuke stood silently behind Juri.
"He did it!" Koenma cried.
"We are free," Kurama commented, grinning.
"Hn," was of course Hiei's answer.
"Yay!"
I glanced over at Kaze, my best friend since sixth grade, sweat-dropping. It was all way too sentimental for my liking, and I'd seen this episode enough times that the short-lived relief the first time I'd watched it was long gone. YuYu Hakusho had been my favorite TV show since I saw the first episode back in third grade (Which happened to be the one featuring Kuwabara having all of his limbs and ribs snapped by Rando. I have to admit, when I was that young, I had been appalled by the sight and almost didn't watch it again.), but I did get rather bored sometimes with the Toguro brothers and any story arc involving or centering solely on them. The only good part of the fight between Yusuke and the younger Toguro was that Hiei was often in the background and commenting every long once and a while.
Aria (My second best friend, whom I'd met through Kaze) and I exchanged unenthusiastic looks as the brown-haired teen before us began to celebrate in a manner greatly resembling a tap dance before the TV.
"Get out of my way," I snapped, and Kaze glared at me before sitting down on the floor, her large grin returning.
Damn sentimental humans…My story begins in the summer of 2004, when I was thirteen by human years. I was, by all physical evidence, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, easily irritated human girl. I guess I should say here that I always knew I was different or that someone had come to me and told me I wasn't human, or so the clichés tell. But this tale is a bit different. Sure, I didn't know until a year before this story takes place, but for now, that's unimportant. For now I will only say that during the time you'll read, I knew that I wasn't human, that I was a death element—meaning that ghosts and spirits and dead…things were drawn to me, and that I (generally)liked them back—and that I had an eight-thousand-year-old yami named Aletta in my head. I also just happened to have nine spirits living in my house, and one banshee who followed me everywhere. I just called her Banshee, to my friend's annoyance.
I'm occasionally asked by the few people who know what I am how I can stay calm around the dead things that hang around my house. Oftentimes, I don't answer. I just quote my favorite fire demon. "Hn." The reason I'm so calm, which I decide against alerting my Oh-so-intelligent friends to, is because the spirits like me, and I like them. Mutual. I'm a death element, damn fools.
As I said, to anyone outside the chosen few humans and non-humans I called friends, I was a thirteen-year-old (At this point, writing this, I'm fifteen. It's odd to look back so far, now.), completely average girl. This of course meant average for my friendship group, which on the whole was not too average in any way shape or form. I had a short temper and was quick to snap at those who annoyed me (much to my downfall that included teachers, parents, and siblings), I was generally sarcastic at every chance to be, and I had an annoying knack to make people laugh when I was dead serious about something.
Enough with explanations. They bore me, and I'm sure they bore you.
"Kaze, be quiet a moment, will you? I'm attempting to watch the damn show."
I snickered as Aria put in her fair-share of words, but said nothing to support her irritability toward Kaze. Aria was a deeply-tanned, quite pretty Egyptian girl. She had black hair and dark eyes, and I learned shortly after meeting her that she's not quite human either. Turns out that she is a mage. Her true self lived two thousand (she's a child when her age is compared with the length of my existence) years ago. She was the Pharaoh's priestess.
And Kaze? Well, she was a puzzle. No one really knew what the hell she was back then. Some said she was human (I called her such regardless), and others said she wasn't. All that could be sure was that she was not quite human, and her element was wind. As far as appearances go, she has shoulder-length, curly brown hair. She's pretty as well. I hate them both for it.
Kaze turned to glare briefly at Aria before sitting down and sulking. She quickly forgot her moodiness when Kurama flashed across the screen and was easily back to being engrossed in the show.
I sighed lightly as the next episode began to play. I'd seen this specific set of episodes a million times. Kaze and Aria had only seen the tape a few-thousand times, though, so I let them watch it.
"Where are you going?" Aria asked as I walked toward the door; Kaze was too into the show, and simply told us both to shut up.
"Out," I growled, not even turning around to face her as I responded.
I immediately relaxed when my feet met the wet ground outside. It was raining. I love rain, and it was no surprise why when one of my most precise abilities was known—I could cause the rain if I desired to. Whenever I was upset over something or just simply want it to rain, it would. Slight drizzle to pouring, depending on my mood or want. Right now it was pouring.
I pulled myself onto the first branch of my guardian tree, climbing like a leopard the rest of the way up. Sitting down right under the perfect umbrella of leaves, I wondered again at how my entire body matched the tree's lines. Even the branches molded perfectly relative to my feet so that I could walk anywhere and not fall off. This tree was my 'mother', my teacher, and I had known her for several years and was glad for it. Her roots grew in the soil beside my house, and her tallest branches passed by the window on the side of my room upstairs as they reached for sunlight.
I suddenly opened my eyes, growling as a foreign scent hit my nostrils. I was used to strange smells once and a while, true, but this was in my guardian tree. And I'd be damned if anyone climbed her without mine or her permission.
I smelled her trunk the deepest I could without feeling like a bloodhound, closing my eyes and placing my hands on her giant wise bulk. Who has been climbing you? I asked.
'T was a fire demon, answered the soft rustling of her leaves slowly. It takes a tree a long time to say anything.
My eyes widened. A demon? I honestly had never met a demon in this modern world. Aria's darker side, Seera, was the closest thing to one that I'd known in this life time, and she was a long shot in comparison all the same.
What did it look like?Human-like…a fiery aura. Other than that, I could not tell anything. He merely passed on me.
How a tree can see or sense, I am yet to find out. But it still royally pissed me off that anyone would disrespect my friend like that.
Tell me if he comes back, I said softly, planning to return back inside.
Comes back? she quoted, sounding amused. He has come every night for the last week.
I uttered a low, muffled sigh as leaned against the pane of the open window in my room. My guardian tree stood there, still and silent as ever, but I could see through her needled branches and to the huge backyard of my neighbor. There was an old barn in their backyard that I often suspected to be unused. Curiosity had always given me the drive to go in there, but I'd never gotten to. I could also see past my guardian tree's branches to my other neighbor's yard—they had nothing interesting save a pool that was inhumanely cold even during the summer because it was concrete.
I blinked back my tears as I sat there, wishing that I could just run and run and run, away from here and away from this human life, never look back. I wanted to chase the seemingly foolish dream of being with Hiei, whom I had never really thought of as only an anime character. I was always like this at night, when my hereditary depression took over. Always. Most oftentimes, I'd sing Evanescence, because her words always seemed to narrate I felt. I could relate to something at the end of almost every line.
"I tried to kill my painBut only brought more (So much more)
I lay dying
And I'm pouring
Crimson regret
And betrayal."
About five months before, I'd fancied that I'd actually seen Hiei. Well, a short silhouette in front of my TV. I'd just woken up, and there was someone standing there, although I still couldn't be sure why and I had to consider it quite random. My lights had been switched off, and though I had semi-accurate night vision that was vastly better than the naked human eye, I could not make out the shape very well and couldn't be sure if I was dreaming or not. Before I was given the chance to focus, the person was gone.
I sometimes doubted that it was an entirely reliable 'sighting', but it had given me hope that my insane idea that Hiei was real was true. I didn't think I was dreaming.
"I'm dying
Praying
Bleeding
And screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?"
Suddenly my mother bumped open the door of my room, saying softly to turn down the music because she would be going to sleep soon.
"Fine," I snapped, out of my peaceful mood, and hit the stop button on the controller of my TV (I was using a DVD player to play the songs). Feeling uncomfortable at her hearing me, I decided against restarting where I'd left off. I never sang in front of people. It embarrassed me.
I sighed and went to my bed after Mom left, covering myself. I was wearing my silky black kimono that my father had gotten in New York City and later given to my mom. It had a dragon on the back, and it was older than me. Twenty years old, actually.
I yawned, looking at the window, wishing he—need I say who?—was there. I'd always wished that, and that night had been no exception.
"My wounds cry for the grave," I finally sang tentatively, finding that I needed to finish at least a small portion of the song. I had skipped the middle of the song, and went immediately to the ending which had been loudly begging to be sung, "My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied?
Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide…"
With that, thinking as always of Hiei, I slipped into the gentle bliss of sleep.
I woke then next morning with a yawn, my eyes chancing to my clock. "Holy shit!" I cried. 3 PM. I yawned again in a cat-like manner, stretched, and wearily pulled myself out of bed, feeling dirty for no particular reason. I sank slowly down the stairs and into the shower, having chosen a black Halloween shirt and jeans with a chain belt. No one was home but me, my dog, my two cats, and my rat. So I sang as I washed myself.
I always took cold showers—I still don't know why, but the warmth of the water had done nothing for me. So I always turn off the hot water fully.
I sang through three or four depressing Evanescence songs before I got out, yanking on my clothes. I hate jeans after showers—they refuse to cooperate. "Do not defy me, damn mortal accessory!" I shouted at them, and finally, amazingly, they pulled on. I sighed and looked up (Heavenward…it's a habit) and smirked, muttering 'Thanks' quickly before I doubled over and tripped over my baggy pant leg. As I lay sprawled on the floor, feeling rather bitter at being dealt the clumsy card, my eyes slid back upward, this time in a less friendly way. "I hate you sometimes," I snarled, and I'm sure He was laughing.
I walked outside for no true reason, picking a few blackberries that grew along my fence and munching on them. And then I had a sudden urge to call Kaze.
Returning inside as quickly as I'd gone out, I picked up the receiver and punched in her number. Ring….Ring….Ring… "Hello?"
Amazing! I thought with thick sarcasm. Someone there IS alive! "Hi," I said to Kaze's mother. Keep in mind I was only courteous on the phone and when the person I was speaking to on the phone was an adult, "may I please speak to Joanna?"Joanna is Kaze's human name. Leah is Aria's real name. Rachel is mine. We all called each other different names, however. So did most of my other friends.
"Hey Hi-Chan1," was the response I got as she picked up the phone in the kitchen.
The other line hung up. "I told you not to call me that!" I growled irritably.
"Yeah, yeah…"
Quickly ignoring the nickname, I asked, "Want to have a sleep over tonight?"
"Sure…le' me ask." I heard the receiver drop from beside her mouth as she did before she yelled to ask her parents something, before the mouthpiece snapped back up and she cried, "OH!"
I mentally sweat-dropped. "What now?"
In a clearly excited tone, Kaze began, "You know how you told me you thought you saw Hiei in front of the TV a while ago?"
Kaze was the only person I'd ever told of that instance, and when she said it so plainly, the story sounded more ridiculous than it had felt before. Still, warily, I agreed, "Yeah…"
"I think I saw him today. I was walking to Barnes and Noble and I looked sideways, and there was this little black blur."
I nodded, but realized she couldn't see it on the phone. "I see. Cool!"
"Mmhmm!" She sighed, pausing. Ignoring my earlier single-lined rant, she called me my annoying nickname when she spoke again. "Hi-Chan…I can't help wondering…"
"Yes?" I asked as she stopped again.
"Well, what if we want to see magic so much that we make ourselves see it?"
I sighed, lowering my eyelids in a show of annoyance that no doubt some of my friends would find comic. "It's not that. There was a freakin' person in my room, thanks. You may have imagined it, but there was a scent in my room too."
Simply put, her response was, "Oh."
Kaze showed up that night. And what a night we'd have.
I suppose I should have mentioned something slightly significant. The demon that my Guardian tree told me about has been sleeping in her for the past three days, though I'd never seen him myself. And should I get my hands on that jerk who was taking advantage of her, I'd kick his ass. But every time I thought about it, I got less mad and more hopeful. Suppose my dreams really were paying off?
The strangest thing about my 'stalker' was that I only noticed him when I sang Evanescence; this may just seem like a personal quirk, but the reason I noticed him was because he shifted around when I sang as if to listen better. It was the only time I 'saw' him, and even then I only caught movement and nothing else. Oddly, this wasn't creepy to me and I was forced to ponder if I'd lost my sanity a while back.
Back to that night and not a broader set of days, Kaze and I ate a quick dinner (Enjoying cheesecake cubes afterward) and shuffled up to my room.
As usual, Kaze bugged me to watch YuYu Hakusho, or some anime on the Anime-on-Demand-Network (I love that channel so very much.). Or maybe Wolf's Rain and the anime tapes?
I said no, of course. "I have something to tell you first," I growled, impatient at her insistent begging. "For the last three or so days I've had a stalker at night. Sleeping in my trees." I failed to mention which tree, for no one save another good friend of mine, T'nuviel, knew of my guardian tree. She had one herself, and thus I told her of my own to set more common ground.
"Oh my God." I should mention that Kaze loved to say that. She still does. It was quite possibly was her favorite phrase to say in moments of surprise or excitement.
"And I've sensed him before that," I sighed. Although I haven't said anything before, I can sense energies quite easily and had faintly caught traces of dark energy around my home for a short time before my guardian tree mentioned the demon. I had not sensed anything specific, but it made sense that it had been him I'd picked up when she told me.
"Oh my God," was Kaze's repeated response, and I mentally sweat-dropped. Kaze's eyes were huge by this point. "Do you think it's him?" she finally asked, and she did not need to explain aloud that she meant Hiei. He was on my mind often enough that I recognized mentions of him immediately, whether his name was given or not.
"Who knows?"
I ignored her a moment as I walked over to the DVD player and popped in my Evanescence CD. I turned on the TV, and we remained there for little over an hour, listening to non-stop depressing music. Amazingly enough, Kaze didn't complain as she often did about random things. She loved to listen to Evanescence as well.
Being that this is my first autobiography of sorts, I find that I'm not surprised that I have realized another thing I've failed to mention thus far. I have an eight-thousand-year-old yami in my head. I know that I've already mentioned Aletta, but not that she chose my mind to reincarnate herself in after she died that many years ago. Luckily enough for me, we are friends and she does not follow the yami role as closely as some others I've known. Namely Seera. She's just even more damn sarcastic than I am. As well, she's braver than me, fears nothing, and she tends to consider every human inferior to her. I suppose in some ways they are, but this way of thinking was brought upon most often by her bitterness toward humans and what they'd done to her in her previous life.
That night, as I sat on my bed and Kaze lounged on the mattress that my mother had brought in from the extra bedroom, we lapsed into speaking again about my 'stalker'.
"It's odd," I said. "He only moves if I sing Evanescence."
Kaze blinked, seeming surprised at this. It was odd, I had to admit. "Cool! We should sing tonight!"
"Freestyle," I continued, and Kaze enthusiasm seemed to have fallen flat. Kaze never sang free-style. She claimed that she had no pitch. She didn't if she wasn't singing with another person or on the DVD player. It was actually quite funny. "He doesn't move if I'm singing with the music." Noting Kaze's expression, I said flatly, "Well, either you'll have to sing, or I will."
"Humph."
I ignored her after that.
Night fell, and I felt sick and tired thank to a random, large amount of cold feelings. My cold feelings mean that something is amiss or that there's evil around. Granted 'evil' things weren't around much, but when they were I wasn't surprised, because, as with spirits, dark creatures are also drawn to me. I'd never gotten them from the person in my tree, despite how I tried to remain angry with him for taking advantage of my Guardian and not answering if I tried to speak to him.
"I feel cold," I muttered to Kaze.
Kaze knew me well enough to understand what this indicated. "Is it him?" she asked, motioning to my window and my demon 'stalker'.
It seemed that night that he had moved to another tree, farther out on my front yard and in a more difficult place for me to see him. "I don't know," I answered honestly after a moment's consideration. "I've never gotten cold feelings from him."
"What feelings do you get, then?" Kaze asked.
I paused. This time I had to think for a moment before responding—how did I feel? "Happiness," I murmured suddenly, feeling quite sad then. It took me a lot to be actually happy. I was rarely sad over anything save my biological, inescapable depression, but even still I could not remember the last time I was genuinely happy.
Kaze said nothing.
I heard a car in my driveway, and my eyes widened. It was my brother. "My brother's leaving," I said quickly to Kaze. She didn't gather the reasoning for my stress, and shrugged. "He shouldn't be leaving now," I said. She finally understood: the cold feelings. He could be in danger if he left for somewhere now.
I went out to my Mom's room, the open hallway making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
"Where's Adam going?" I asked.
"To Tena's." Tena was his girlfriend, and the only girl I'd ever known whose name was spelled 'Tena' rather than the typical 'Tina'. I relaxed. "Why?"
Damn motherly questions…Get me every time… "Wondering," I responded awkwardly, hoping she didn't catch the note in my voice telling her there was more to it."You want him to come back?" my Mom asked, sounding amused.
"No," I said quickly, "just curious."
It was then that my eyes caught sight of movement in my brother's room. I was not one to scream, so I jumped slightly. My eyes widened, and with a quick, "Good night," to my mom, I walked stiffly back to my room, quickly as I could without running.
"It's him," was all I managed to squeak as I got closed the door behind me, leaning against it.
Hiei. My dreams. My Hiei. He was in my house. He was wearing the black cloak he had been during the series, though the design of it was changed in a mild way, and his face was shadowed; I had seen his red eyes glaring at me from beneath his dark hair all the same. His right arm was bandaged as always, and in his bandaged hand he'd held his katana. Unsheathed. I could not see him all too well, but he had the same gravity-defying hair and the same crimson, piercing stare. And he was just as hot as I remembered him; sadly enough, as Kaze would have asked me to confirm in an annoyed voice had I said it to her, in my surprise I still had the time to notice that.
"Him?"
"Hiei," I choked. "In. My. House."
Kaze stared at me, but she didn't often question me on random, non-human things even if they were as unbelievable as an anime character suddenly appearing in my house. So she then squeaked and grinned, opening her arms for an excited, possibly congratulatory hug. I wasn't an entirely huggy person, but I sprang on her with an embrace anyway. He was here. My dream, my love. Here. Real.
Suddenly I broke away, ears pricked, and I stared at the doorway.
"What is it?" Kaze asked, but I silenced her immediately. I have the ability to sense things like they're physically being seen when they are within a close area. I can map out everything, I can see anything. I could see past my door, but the bathroom was just too far off for me to see what had caused the noise I'd heard in exact, and so I only sensed a shape large enough to be a human or demon.
My bathroom, for a side-note, is broke into two sections. First off, there is the standard toilet and sink, in a separate room from the shower and two more sinks; joined, this makes something quite like an L shape lying on its side. I sensed whatever it was in and heard the noise from the shower, oddly enough.
I blinked. "There something in the bathroom," I murmured as Kaze asked again. I found myself hopeful despite my confusion at the odd placement of whatever it was. Maybe it was Hiei, though it would have certainly been a strange spot for him if it had been. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I stood and opened the door, Kaze following as quietly as her clumsy human feet could follow.
I walked into the bathroom with the shower and sinks, not turning on the light, and I crept slowly to the bath area. Kaze latched onto my wrist; I ignored her. My eyes widened as I looked past the shower curtain at the wall. As I said, I was not one to scream. But any of my other friends would have.
Some…thing was leaned limply against the wall with the shower head, standing without moving. The thing was dead—very dead. Its skin was brown-black, hanging off its fragile bones and rotting skin and muscle like tattered rags. Its eyes were shadowed, but I knew it had eyes. I was glad I didn't see the eyes. I knew they would have holes in the irises and the whites, the pupils long broken through. Pupils are only holes—there is a layer of thick eye skin covering them, and that skin was probably gone on this thing. Even through its appearance, think zombie and not corpse—it could still move and probably fight. Even if it was dead, it was still dangerous, and it was aware of me.
I backed away slowly, keeping my front to it, then I poked Kaze once. "Move," I hissed, knowing sounding more pissed off than scared. I have a hard time allowing emotions beside anger or annoyance show in my voice, and that included fear as well as sadness, pity, or true rage—I could yell, yes, but I could rarely sound anything more than jokingly pissed off.
We shuffled back into the room, and I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for only a brief moment before I found that I badly wanted to shy away from the doorway. Walking toward Kaze and settling onto the bed, feeling paranoid that the dead thing was moving toward us at this moment, I motioned for her to sit, then said, "There was something that was so not Hiei in there." It hadn't been a ghost—it had been a corpse-like thing, and had Kaze walked first, she would have been able to see it even though she was unable to see spirits.
She seemed wary and her scared countenance didn't help to deny the fact. "What was it?"
"Something very, very dead." As I said it, I could sense my banshee hissing. That thing had threatened to hurt me. She was pissed off. "I'm going to send my banshee," I sighed, meaning to investigate what the thing was doing, closing my eyes and telling her to go see what the hell that thing was.
She slipped through the closed door like it was open, but as soon as she left I became jittery. I felt nervous, which I suppose was understandable after finding a corpse that was somehow standing on its own and aware of its surroundings, but I was nervous for a different reason.
"I'm worried about her," I muttered, and Kaze looked at me sympathetically. "Dead things can hurt other dead things." After a spontaneous decision, I said quickly, "I'm calling her back."
My banshee was in the room before I even finished my message to her, her arms thrown around my neck. She liked to do that and did so often. (She also had an annoying habit of scraping her long claw-like fingernails on my skin and biting me, but oh well. No one's perfect)
"I really hope Hiei is still here," I said to Kaze, for the first time actually showing my fear. I knew he probably wouldn't feel any need to protect a few seemingly-human teenage girls whom he'd never met, but all the same, I could think nothing but the concept of him chasing that corpse-thing here on a mission or something. That had to be why he was here, and he would probably leave as soon as he had disposed of it.
Suddenly my thought train broke and looked around the room. "Where'd she go?" I asked Kaze.
"Who?" was Kaze's clueless response.
I growled. "My banshee, baka," I snarled, my eyes venturing toward the door and hoping she had not felt the need to again go after the corpse-thing.
"Ooohh…"
"Yeah," I muttered, imitating her, "'Ooohh…'"
"What do you mean 'Where'd she go'? Where is she?"
"I don't know!" I snapped, and suddenly I felt my banshee's cold embrace return to its place around my neck once again. I relaxed and smiled lightly as she told me the news, which I relayed to Kaze. "They killed it."
"'They'?"
I grinned. "My banshee scratched the dead thing to keep it busy while Hiei killed it." I let out a huge sigh of relief. "We are safe."
Kaze hugged me, and I smirked. Finding that I could not remain cheery for too long, as my usual pessimism didn't allow it, I frowned nearly immediately after, looking back at the door. "Better make sure," I said.
Kaze didn't look very willing, but she nodded.
"I'm not brave enough right now," I told Kaze quietly as I lingered on the bed, grinning sheepishly. "This is Aletta's job."
I closed my eyes, and everything faded. Now I was only watching my body and Kaze, no longer in control.
"How dead?" was Aletta's first question. I must add that Aletta's voice is deeper and prettier than mine, very calm and soft, yet strict and hard in the same.
"Hmm?" Kaze asked, looking confused.
"How dead is the monster, or was?"
"Rachel didn't really say—" I scowled as Kaze used my human name, but the expression didn't carry to my physical body now that Aletta was in control. "—but I think it's quite dead."
Aletta nodded curtly, opening the door without the slightest trace of fear. God, I loved her so much sometimes. She flicked on the hall light, despite the fact that her night vision was better than mine even when she possessed my body. She told me later that dead creatures often hated lights. "We're turning on the light this time," she growled as we got to the bathroom. She flicked the switch, walking toward the shower in a now lighted bathroom. She didn't even hesitate for precaution, and walked over briskly to look into the tub. "It's gone," she confirmed, looking admiringly at the clean shower that lacked any trace of a skirmish or even that the thing had been standing there. "It was disposed of with skill."
As she headed back for my room, I took control of my body again and laughed with relief. "Thank God," I said, grinning. Kaze hugged me again, and I mentally sweat-dropped. Kaze was a huggy, sentimental person. That didn't really match how I was toward everyone, but I decided it didn't matter and returned the embrace.
"We should sing a song to thank Hiei," she told me. I agreed, being that I knew that he must like Evanescence and our voices if he moved only when we sang. It was obvious to me already that he had been my 'stalker', and now that the dead thing had shown itself and been killed, I wondered if he'd leave. "Which one? Do you know what his favorite is?"
"I don't—" I would have finished with 'know', but I stopped as a sexy, familiar voice murmured "Whisper" in my head. I grinned.
"What is it?"" she asked, noting the random smile.
"He said Whisper," I said softly, holding back another delighted laugh. He was here. He was speaking to me. He was real, and talking to me.
"Just hope he doesn't see your wall," Kaze laughed. My wall happened to be covered in several printed out Hiei pictures…Very hot Hiei pictures, I feel the need to add. I smacked her before we sang.
"Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself."
Whisper had always been one of my numerous favorites…it had been my favorite until I listened to it too many times and wore it out. Now 'Tourniquet' was my favorite.
"This truth drives me
Into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep never die)"
Despite the fact that I had worn it out, I still loved this song, and now I found that I loved it even more.
"I'm frightened by what I seeBut somehow I know that there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be blinded by tears
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep never die)
Fallen angels at my feetWhispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me, I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin?
Forsaking all I've fallen
For I rise to meet the end
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep never die)"
1—Hi-Chan, pronounced 'Hee'-Chan, means fire-Chan. It was Kaze's favorite name for me then.
