Dims: Hi! I'm alive and well. This chapter is a bit short, but since I haven't posted any chapters recently, I thought I'd give you something to entertain yourselfves until I write the second half of this chapter.
Disclaimer: To add to the heart crushing truth that i do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, I don't own boulevard of broken dreams.
She sat there, in her room. It had been nearly a day since the burning of the Koenma doll and she had fallen into a rut of silence and depression. Hiei watched her, by orders of Koenma through the large window. She seemed not to notice him. She sat in the corner next to the CD player and put in a disk, flipping to the right track and putting on the headphones. Her bangs framed her face as she sat on the top step of a small step stool, her knees close to her body, her elbows resting on her knees with her hands hanging limply between. She mouthed the words.
I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known, don't know where it goes but it's home to me as I walk alone
I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone.
Her eyes were shadowed, but he noticed that they were flickering between their normal violet color, and a darker, brighter purple that, although her face was sad, held some sort of gleeful malevolence in them. Then she closed them, her fist clenched at her sides.
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Until then I walk alone
Her expression held her general anger with the world. Entering her mind, he saw visions flashing by. Koenma burning seemed to be the dominant one, but other images quickly came. A woman beating her in an alley when she was barely three, a mob running after her seven year old form with broken bottles and gardening tools, people closing their doors to her as she begged for shelter in a blizzard. Suddenly, everything froze on the image of a girl with green eyes and blond hair. As if the image were paper, it slowly began to burn with a black flame that, unlike his, was pure black. He quickly exited her mind.
She stirred and looked him right in the eyes. She slowly took off the headphones and walked over to the window. She opened it and, still looking him in the eyes, said, "Her name was Serenity."
He blinked and blurred out of view. Her eyes still flickered, but now, neither color held any emotion.
She had stayed in her room for a few more hours, just staring out the window, before she came down the stairs, her face blank.
She grabbed an apple and took a small bite. In the time that she had stayed with them, it seemed that the only thing she ate were apples.
"Why do you like apples so much, Kotori?" Kurama asked politely, hoping to get her in a better mood.
"They are representative of the fruit of knowledge that Adam and Eve ate, causing them to be expelled from the Garden of Eden. My job is to not only maintain the balance of good and evil, but also to prevent anyone from ever finding the Garden."
"Oh," Kurama said, killing off the conversation. She finished the apple. She tossed the core into the trash—POOF!—Koenma appeared in a puff of smoke behind her. The first thing they saw when the smoke cleared was Kotori, glaring at Koenma, her hand around his throat.
Dims: thanks for reading
Kotori: review or die
Reader: You've been saying that for the past four chapters! I've never reviewed, and I'm still alive
Kotori: We'll just have to correct that now, won't we
Dims: Yes, we shall