Snow
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It figured he would die of snow.
That was Hiei's thought, as he lay there in the white powder, watching the sky send even more of it down to coat his already covered body. Obstinately, he tried to use his aura to burn some of it off him, but it seemed all his energy had been used up. His limbs had long since stopped moving, and it looked like no one else would be coming along anytime soon.
In short, he was all alone. Just like from the start.
He always knew he would live alone and die alone. And now his suspicions had come true.
What about the fox? And the detective? And the moron? An irritating voice said in the back of his mind.
Hiei let his crimson eyes slip close, blocking out the gray sky. He hadn't thought about the three in years.
He tried not to think about the dead.
Still, it looked like he would be joining the dead. Not those three, though. He was sure Koenma had sent them to Heaven. Hiei, on the other hand, would be going straight down to the depths of Hell. Before he had even been forced to spend time with the Detective, he had been rotting away in a cell with the worst demons around. If that wasn't a sign of where he was going, he didn't know what was.
But, though he thought he would die by himself, he didn't think he would die by snow. After all, he was a fire apparition. Just standing in it melted the snow. Yet, perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. The damn Koorime were Ice Demons. And they had thrown him off a cliff.
Maybe it was only fitting to die this way. The Ice Demons had tried to kill him in the first place. This could just be their way of finding payback for him living. That seemed something like the cold-hearted bitches would do.
So, it figured he would die of snow.
The white substance nearly covered his entire body. Hiei let his red eyes open once more. The wind blew viciously, and a wave of snow attacked.
His eyes closed again.
Yes, it figured.
Don't pity the dead; pity the living. - Albus Dumbledore