*** Very Important Authors Note: I. Am SO sorry that I haven't updated a damn thing in years. Life caught up with me...Have you ever known anyone who joked about having to choose between a car payment and paying for school? Yeah...It's not a joke, I'm there. School, work...life. I've had some things happen, some good, some bad, everything causing issues. The worst of all was the last year and not just because of Trump. My vision was severely compromised. I had to go through 5 operations to take care of scar tissue that was causing my retinas to detach, for most of 2017 I couldn't really do much. As it is currently having three different pairs of glasses I have to switch between is frustrating and I'm only just now regaining the ability to do normal things. I lost track of everything for a while, depression, anxiety, work, life, but now I'm trying to get back into the things I love. I promise the next chapter won't take another five years! If you've stuck with me this long, I have no words for how much that means. If you're new here, well...yeah...thank you too!

*** Also, at this point I'm pretty posotive my Beta Reader is gone and I can't say I blame here. So... yeah...I guess I'm in the market for one now?

Untold History

Chapter 9: On That Whole Suddenly NOT Being Dead Thing

Pain.

Getting slammed back into her body was painful, as anyone who has had there soul shoved back into their body can tell you. The difference here was that those souls knew they were going back and oh yeah...they went back into bodies that were still in one piece, willingly. Now every nerve ending was on fire, the liquid in her veins a warped cocktail of addrenaline and not enough blood. She suddenly needed oxygen desperately but it's hard to breathe with collapsed lungs and a crushed trachea.

It was…indescribable.

And by indescribable, she meant an agony so full body, so white hot, that it was everything. All she could feel, all she could see, hear, even taste like copper and bile on the back of her tongue. All of it was pain, agonizing pain. Until finally, she didn't know if she finally passed a threshold she didn't know she had, or if someone had finally given her a sedative, or maybe the gods above had finally taken pity on her poor screaming, squirming, writhing body. She gave one last great heaving breath, gasping around a collapsing lung full of blood.

Then the blissful black of unconsciousness claimed her.

Koenma sat Kurama down in a waiting room located directly outside the operating theater. Everyone was watching the fox closely, preparing to step in should he lose what little control he'd managed to maintain. Inside the theater, it was chaos. Pure, unbridled chaos, with doctors and nurses running every which way as they shouted orders and numbers at each other, requesting everything from tools to as many bags of blood as they could get.

Normally when a soul is put back into a body, it's not like this. The body is usually in far better shape too. Koenma cursed the Powers, swearing up and down that he didn't know this was going to happen. Kurama sat silently, keeping his head in his hands and rocking slightly in the uncomfortable seat. Hiei pulled the little ruler in his bigger form down the corridor, leaving Yusuke and Kuwabarra to keep an eye on everything else.

" Talk." He growled out knowing damn well none of this was right.

"I didn't know...I swear I didn't know. " Koenma muttered, sliding a hand back through his hair nervously. Hiei couldn't tell if he was actually answering the request or if he was just muttering to himself but he let the ruler ramble, hoping some of it would be useful. " I mean this is...this was...I thought...Gabriel was supposed to show up a lot faster than that, he was supposed to just give the killing blow and that would be it...THAT..." He pointed back down the hallway " Was not supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to be ripped apart first! By my father I didn't know..." And before Hiei's eyes the prince of the spirit world slid down to the floor, mirroring the fox with his head in his hands.

" Ugh..." Hiei sighed, he wandered back to the group and sent Botan to take care of the princeling. This entire ordeal reeked of foul play and he didn't like it one little bit. It didn't matter how many explanations and logical sounding reasons Koenma could give, or the words of the Angel of Death himself, however reassuring they were meant to be. This had been a brutal expanse of overkill and cruelty.

" You thinking what I'm thinking?" Yusuke sidled up to the fire demon, speaking quietly. Hiei glanced over at the veteran detective analytically. He must have approved of whatever he saw because he gave a small nod of his head in reply. They both had the same idea all right.

That shit had been a total set up. The Powers had tried to make sure that girls body was so injured she'd never be able to be brought back, even here. They wanted her dead, permanently. Bringing her back was supposed to be the end of it but now? The way the angle had made Kurama promise to never let her go back to that Earth was suspicious too, it was a very specific thing to say at a very delicate moment.

" This isn't going to end here. " Hiei nodded again.

"Nope. Nothing's ever simple for us is it." Yusuke mumbled back.

" This was motivated by politics, detective. Politics are never simple but they are always messy. Get comfortable, this is going to be a very long night." And that was all Hiei said before taking a seat himself and settling in.

" Yeah yeah..." Yusuke grumbled to himself, finding his own seat.

All they could do now was wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

"Ahem..." One Dr. Zi Nataka cleared his throat several long, exhausting hours later. At this point no one cold really say if it had been 12 hours, or 24, or something looked haggard, dark circles under his eyes, and while his scrubs were relatively clean, the smell of blood and other things hung around him like a cloud. The man was dead on his feet and gave everyone a tired look as they crowded around him. " Right well...I know it's been a very long night for everyone..."

" No sugar coating Doc." Yusuke nodded to him. Everyone was exhausted and stressed, he doubted trying to use metaphors or whatever would bode well for anyone.

" Right right...Well...we're not out of the woods yet but she's stable and it looks like her ability to heal is starting to kick in. Whoever punched that hole in her abdomen was good, it was a clean cut and it missed her spine by millimeters. The true test is going to be in a few hours when we take her off the respirator. If she can breathe on her own, then we should be good." The doctor gave everyone a confident look. " You have twelve hours to rest before I try." With that he turned on his heel and went back to help move her to an ICU type recovery room.

" Well then..." Yusuke blinked after him.

"Nataka is a veteran, if he says she's stable, she's stable. " Koenma sighed tiredly. " Is anyone actually planning to go home?"

"No." Was the resounding answer echoing around the room. No one was willing to leave and no one was surprised. Exactly 12 horas, 6 vending machine runs and half a dozen restless naps taken on cots later came the moment of truth. Amidst a volley of choking noises as the tube was slowly removed from down her throat, they unhooked Avaria from the machine that was breathing for her.

Those first few seconds felt like an eternity, everyone watching, waiting, praying. Finally, Avaria took a gasping, wheezing breath on her own. She was breathing on her own, it was shallow at first but her lungs were working and that's all the mattered.

"Well..." Dr. Nataka sighed in relief "That good. Now we just have to see if she wakes up!"

Every eye in the room turned on him then. "...WHAT?"

*****Chapter Fin******

Again folks I am SO sorry that...well. It's taken me years to update anything. Know what else? I still have to have one more surgery in my right eye for a cataract that's forming. Apparently, it's a common side effect of the other operations to you know...re-atatch my fucking retina. Let me just say this: Get. Your. Eyes. Checked. Regularly. Reviews and Constructive criticism welcome.

See you on the flip sides.

~Aviarianna O' Lorien