Authors Note: Here we are. The fourth installment. This one was mainly inspired by my need to know what goes on inside Hiei's head when he's pissed off. I actually find he'd be a bit more violent than I wrote him here, but, one step at a time. I hope you guys enjoy. (:
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The Crow and The Butterfly
Prompt Title: Pink Mist
Timeline: The Dark Tournament Arc
Point of View: Hiei
Word Count:484
Note: Takes place during the beating that Kurama's unconscious body is receiving from that jackass. This is Rated M for the violence and gore taking place inside of Hiei's head.
I didn't know I was capable of hating someone so much. And coming from me, that's a lot. I was visibly shaking from head to toe as I tried to control my rage and the rage I felt from the black dragon. The bitch keeping me locked in this medical tent was going to run out of energy soon, but not before her healing properties brought me back to my full strength. Force field or not, the dragon would rip her to pieces. I didn't hear the masked fighter's words next to me. I couldn't hear the bitch wrapped in wires in front of me. I couldn't hear Yusuke's yells. The only thing I could hear was the sound of large fist smacking into Kurama's skin. Each hit only making the blackened anger within me rise higher and higher. I was not a hero. I was not the good guy. Nobody would be fucking safe.
His body was being used like a punching bag as well as a rag doll. My eyes averted to the tall Shinobi in the ring, taking in the pleasure from landing another punch onto Kurama. My aura was shifting dangerously, the dragon almost ready to be released. The edges of my vision were a stark red, and I was ready to feel the spill of hot blood on my hands. If this did not stop there would be nothing in this stadium that could stop what I was on the verge of unleashing. I hated humans. I especially hated the humans who forced this tournament upon us. They would pay dearly. But first, it would all start with Bakken. He laughed as he landed another hit, blood pouring down the side of Kurama's face. Bakken would eat every single one of those teeth. This unfurling anger and that curled and licked at my insides was driving me insane as I envisioned strangling Bakken with his own entrails. But Bakken would only be my first victim. Including the humans up top. I would shower this stadium in pink mist if it came down to it, the feeling only settling deeper in my mind as Yusuke agreed.
Yusuke had his finger pointed at Bakken, and I could tell from his stance that this was not a bluff. One more hit and that blue rei gun would take Bakken's head. Which was unsatisfying to me but would have to suffice considering my current predicament. Bakken considered his options as he picked Kurama up by his shirt, Kurama's head falling backwards. I grit my teeth hard as Bakken threw Kurama's body to the outside of the ring. A seething hate for the bastard tore at my gut, and though Yusuke's anger allowed him to beat the living hell out of him, I knew I would be unsatisfied until Bakken's head had been split open. But Kurama, and my sanity, were safe. For now.