Chapter 2: Blood in the snow

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"Hiei!"

"No! You will tell me what is happening here even if I have to kill you now!"

"Hiei! This is not your business! Get out of the building! Now! I don't think you want someone to find out about your secret that you've been hiding for so long. If you don't want to complicate your life forget what happened in that room and leave this place!"

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"Hn. That coward! I will find out what is happening even if he wants or not"

Hiei was running. He was running through the trees, ignoring the almost insignificant little pain made by the trees' fragile branches. The forest was dense, and the wind was hardly passing through it, making a sinister rumble that pushed his sensed into a rough dance. The dark covered his eyes, making the path in front of him turn into an unknown territory. But still, he was traversing it. Tragic. Why? Because he didn't even realized that. He didn't knew what he was doing, he didn't knew where he was going, his mind was sank into the darkness of some thoughts that needed all the parts of his being to survive.

It was snowing. The wind was blowing, playing with the snowflakes. It was a violent game. The nature was unleashed. It was a storm, but the demon didn't realized it. His thoughts were eating his insides. That was the first thing, the first mister he wanted to solve. He wanted the truth.

"No! No, stop it!"

The scream caught Hiei's attention. He stopped, turning his gaze towards the northern part of the forest. The sound was coming from there and he followed it, even if he didn't have a reason.

"I did nothing to you! I never brought any harm to you! Why are you doing this?"

"Why? Because...you can't defend yourself, and this means we can do anything we want. It's a lesson you should have learned it until now, because now it's too late. Too late for you!"

Kid's POV

I was so scared! I was about to broke into tears as he laughed madly. I was stabbed in my shoulder. He stabbed my shoulder with a sharp knife and it hurt so badly. That moment, I knew everything was over. In just a few second, my whole life developed in front of my eyes. I was trying to fight back my tears; I was trying to be strong, even in front of death, not showing any sign of weakness.

"Mom, dad, brother, I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. I promised you I'll be strong to protect you; I promised you I'll train and I'll be a good fighter, but I couldn't and now I have to say good bye!"

I was ready. Ready to die, ready to feel the blood leaking out of my body, my soul fading away , my eyes closing slowly as silence stiffs my body. I closed my eyes waiting for all those to happen, but I felt nothing. Everything around me was silent, the malicious laughter of the attacker stopped suddenly. Waiting was the one that killed me, not the thought that I would die in a few seconds. Again, nothing. I opened my eyes slowly, but what I saw made me wish I never opened them. My murderer was murdered. His features were showing the horrible shock he's been through. He had a fast and painless death, because he was hit from behind by a katana of the one I should call "my savior". Blood was dripping from his body and he was loosing slowly any sign of balance. He fell in the snow and his body turned cold almost immediately, as his skin turned pale.

Easily, I was recovering myself. I wasn't waiting for death anymore, but fear got me since I saw the eyes of my "savior". They were a deep bloody red. He was scarier than the one he killed. He was small, but this wasn't making him look more sympathetic. Though, there was something in his eyes that made me realize he was disturbed.

I didn't dare to make any move; I was waiting for him to say something, but he did nothing. He was staring at the dead body he has just massacred. The blood stained the pure white snow. More snowflakes were falling, touching the blood puddles, and were swallowed there, caught forever.

"Hn. Stupid low class demons."

He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!"

"What do you want, woman?"

He turned his eyes towards me. He was waiting for my answer, but I had a question instead.

"Why…why did you save me?"

I was facing his back again.

"Stupid demons that think they have power over the weak, but they are not strong enough to realize they are the weak ones."

"Wait! They were-"

I couldn't finish what I wanted to say because another demon jumped down from the frozen branch above us right behind my savior and was ready to attack. I didn't knew what to do that moment. I knew there were two of them, but I didn't get the chance to tell him. I just saw a red blur and blood was everywhere. Small drops were falling on the pure snow again. In front of me was another man, I supposed he was a demon. He had a whip in his hands, a green whip that became a gorgeous rose not long after that. But I wasn't that sure about the last one that came there. I was scared, I didn't know what was happening. Finally the red-haired one spoke

"It's not like you to let your guard down, Hiei"

"Hn. Fox, what do you want?"

/ He just saved him and he's asking what does he want? Who are those people? / Those were just a few of the questions that were hunting my mind then.

"Th-Thank you for saving me, sir!"

"Hiei, what happened?"

"Hn. Go home, woman! And don't take it personally; I just saved you because I hate low class demons who think they have the power."

In the room at the end of the hallway

Normal POV

"Firefly? Did you saw… those eyes? So...bloody…I want to see them again...once more...Do you remember daddy...the first daddy...When he came home...he has the same color allover...his clothes...and he was happy...Do you think daddy...this daddy...will be happy if he sees… that color? I'm sure he will…I like that color too…"

The room was sank in sadness, though her voice could be heard. Her voice had always been the deafening silence in that room. She was talking staccato. She was laying down, beside the bad, leaning on it, with a stuffed duck in her hand. She was gripping the stuffed animal, looking right in its plastic eyes. She patted its head, touched its orange beak, then put her hands around its neck.

"You little ducky...daddy, my first daddy...did the same with mommy...after mommy told me... to be a good girl...so I'm sure… it's not something bad…trust me."

She started squeezing the duck, but stopped after a few seconds. She untied the blue string around its neck, pulled it until its head fell plainly on the floor...and the girl was proud of herself…

"Why doesn't blood… split out of you too, ducky? You're just a stuffed animal…but you should have…blood, too…this isn't …fair…poor ducky…"

She rose up slowly. She was slim, too slim for her age and height...but...how old was she? She didn't even know this. She lost the track of time in the last few years. She placed the duck's body on the light blue pillow, then threw its head on the floor.

"That's what daddy…my first daddy…did with mommy…so it' a good thing…see, mommy? …I'm a good girl…"

She took small steps towards the window. From outside, the cold wind was still entering the room. She caught in her hand a little snowflake, she fisted her hand, then opened it to find a little water drop.

"Hey, Firefly...you know...I want to get out...Do you think…daddy will let us…out?"

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No review? And they told me the story was good...anyway...I like writing it, I already have 13 chapters, and I'll keep writing it...The chapters are short, but they catch the essential, and that's what I want...and no, it's not romance