Lust
By: Demon Hiei's Girl (Demon Usagi)
Chapter four
Standard disclaimers apply
Author's note: I apologize if the mood of this chapter seems...bitter. I have yet to type it, but I am in a frazzled mood because my sister attempted to turn off the computer and lose all my unsaved data on this story. If anyone's curious, my mom took away the internet, so I've been typing all these chapters bit by bit after school and saving them for when I get internet back so I can post them. Which I hope I update soon in that case. O.o Well, let's write this thing, damn it.
Yukina, lovely ice maiden as she is, was not in her trademark kimono but rather a ningen skirt and blouse. A blushing Kuwabara was next to her, chuckling like a mad man, hand scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, Yukina!" he smiled bashfully. "It's been too long since I witnessed your beauty!"
"Kazuma," Yukina smiled back wistfully, "you saw me yesterday afternoon at Genkai's temple."
"Right!" Kuwabara laughed in his embarrassed state. "It was still too long."
"But we haven't seen much of the others lately." Yukina sighed, a rare frown gracing her lips. My eyes searched Kuwabara's suddenly surprised eyes for a plausible reply to this.
"Yeah, well. Kurama's got a fancy-pants job, Hiei's God knows where, Koenma and Botan have work in Reikai, and Yusuke and Keiko are getting hitched. They all don't keep in contact much, otherwise we could have met up." Kuwabara shrugged, his voice cracking a little and a hint of regret forming on his features.
"Yusuke and Keiko are getting married? How lovely," Yukina said, facing Kuwabara, the small grin re-forming on her gentle face.
"Yeah. But since I didn't get an invitation, it's probably not official yet," Kuwabara kidded, taking a seat by Yukina on the bench in which she was perched.
I glanced at Hiei, who was to my left, still unaware of my presence, whose eyes were still analyzing the girl below him. I expected to see a disgusted look on the fire Koorime's face, his sister hanging around with the doofy Kuwabara who annoyed Hiei to no end...however I saw something a little more unique.
I wouldn't call it a 'smile'...with Hiei, smiling was very, very rare. But he did look rather content. I guess even if he's displeased with Kuwabara, his sister's feelings come first. A very admirable trait.
"Detective." he whispered, loud enough so only I heard.
"H-hiei?" I muttered. I guess I should have know he was smart enough to detect me when I'm a mere three feet away. Heh, perhaps this is why he hates being underestimated?
I was sure a sarcastic comment about "the oaf" and Yukina was coming, but Hiei was just full of surprised today.
"I didn't know that..." he paused. "You didn't say that you and Keiko were getting married." The comment caught me off guard–I almost fell off my tree branch.
"We were contemplating it, yes." I answered, securing my ass to the branch.
"Oh."
That was unusual. I didn't think Hiei was the type to care about such trivial, human events. Maybe he thought he wasn't invited because we haven't sent out invitations yet? The thought made me snicker. It was a very amusing thought, random as it was.
"What's so funny?" he asked, eyes not on me, instead watching Yukina and Kuwabara depart.
"I just never imagined you to care about crap like this." I giggled, stretching out on the branch so I was now lying instead of sitting.
"You don't know me all that well; for all you know I could be very vain." he answered, 'hmph'ing, as he crossed his arms and looked away from me.
"Not you." I laughed, slightly sarcastically. "I don't really think you are. And even if you were, I promise you're invited." He scoffed at this as well, eyes still not meeting mine.
"What makes you think I want to come?"
"I guess you wouldn't have to. It was just a suggestion." I glanced back at him, pausing until he turned and our eyes met. We stared at each other for a good five minutes. His intense eyes on me left me for a loss of words and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "I-it...it would mean a lot more if you were there." He looked down, avoiding my eyes. That didn't suit my fancy when it came to responses, thus I casually hopped onto his branch. I heard a faint growl as he avoided my stares further, forcing me to bring his chin up using my free hand (the one not keeping my balance on the slightly smaller perch). Now his face was to mine, but his eyes were still downward.
"Will I see you there?"
"..." At last I saw his eyes, glimmering in their former beauty, just barely. "You don't need a moot point there."
"Who said anything about any moot points being there?" I said, moving my hand from his chin to his hand, raising the intertwined fingers so he could see them without looking away from me.
"/You/ apparently."
I froze. This sounded eerily familiar.
'I'm not your play thing.'
"Who said you had to be?"
'/You/ apparently.'
I dropped Hiei's hand, letting it thump to his lap. He looked at me for just a second, than looked down to his resting hand.
"What did you say?" I asked, now glaring at him in a more angry demeanor than I would have preferred.
"You...apparently?" he whispered, backing up an inch from me so his back was to the tree. I sighed and whipped my head down so it was now me averting my gaze. I stood, and hopped gracefully to the earth below me.
"Sorry about that." I said in a voice hardly audible.
He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. His wide eyes didn't leave mine, making me feel all the more guilty. I jammed my eyes shut in a failed attempt to not see what I was looking at, and turned to walk in the opposite way.
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That night I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I don't know why, but I felt terrible. I tried to compare this feelings to something, anything to justify my actions. Unfortunately, I realized I felt the same way I would if I bitch-slapped Keiko across the face for no reason at all. The thought alone nearly gagged me.
"He actually tensed when I inched up on him like that. Like he was afraid of me." I said to no one in particular. I fell onto my bed, clunking my head on the headboard. His widened eyes haunted my memory. Don't stare at me like that! I thought to myself repeatedly.
"Don't stare like that!" I said out loud, my face deep into my pillow, my brow furrowed at my anger towards myself.
"...sorry."
I looked up, turning to see Hiei looming over me.
"HIEI?" I gaped, staring at my former partner. He came back?
"I didn't mean to look at you, but you seemed kind of mad..."
"I wasn't talking to you," I assured, looking at him sadly.
"There was no one else here." he said, piercing his eyes at me, interrogating me once more. Without thinking about it, I grabbed him, pulling him into an embrace quite similar to the time he tripped. He laid there, motionless in my arms. I don't know what pressured me to act this way, but I had to do it. I couldn't let him think I was mad at him. What do I care? He's a tough dude. He can think what he wants; Things we'll be figured out sooner or later.. My head wasn't in tune with my actions. My hand subconsciously grabbed his chin again, raising it up to mine's level. My fingers traced his lips that outlined his mouth. We were two centimeters apart; I could feel his breath on my own lips.
RAAAANG!
My head swiftly turned to the phone on my dresser, and I scuttled over to it, picking it up anxiously.
"Hello?"
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my ally gripping the shirt around his chest in a tight hold–his breathing ragged. If I didn't know better, I thought I saw some blush as well. Shaking the thought out of my head, I focused on the phone conversation I was (supposed) to be having.
"You're coming home early? That's wonderful!" I hung up the phone, not needing any more bills for long distance, only to see the demon gone.
Author's note: A slightly longer chapter, eh? Hope it doesn't suck so far. I'm putting my heart and soul into it. :exhales: I'm watching Pocahontas right now. Weird, right? Well, I must say I prefer John Smith to Rolfe, but what do my tastes count? (Yes, I am that bored.) Well, that's all I have to say. Read and Review.