A/N: I wrote this a while back and posted it on my YYH guild on Gaia. (BTW, WE NEED MORE MEMBERS! /advertisement.) Anywho, never got around to posting it. Basically, I just post random blurbs of characters from the series. So far, I only have two done, including this one. LOL. : P But I'll get there! : D Anywho, shouldn't be too hard to guess who the subject is. I've never been good at mystery/subtlety. ^^; But either way, I hope you enjoy! Send me your thoughts in a review! I love to get them! Tell me if you thought I was completely off base or right on. C'mon peoples! LOL, for each review you will donate one writer a smile. Sound good? : D
Anywho, on the with the story!
His disposition was stoic, much as it always had been. He found things were always easier that way, when no one could read, understand, or even trust him. All attempts to probe him were put to complete and utter waste. After all he had been put through time and time again, it was a wonder he was even alive, but it should certainly be no wonder why his doors remained closed.
Many had approached him, all manners of odd deities, but whether the attack was a cheery, all-too-big smile or analytical eyes, no matter what strange tools they used, whether it be hammers or saws or crowbars, they were always met with a glare and the doors remained shut tight and his composure unscathed.
This was viewed as problematic to most, though no one outright challenged him, and in all truth he couldn't care less. Their behind-the-back whisperings were no concern of his and if they had any sense of intelligence, then how he conducted himself should be no concern of theirs. It was a lesson he had learned early in life, earlier than he'd like to admit, that the best way to survive was to only concern one's self with one's self.
But life's not about surviving, it's about living.
The flight's only so long, hun, until you hit the ground. Hiei had been lucky enough never to have fallen that far.
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