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I'd like to thank Super-Nerd-yay for their awesome review once again! :D It makes my day to come on here and find them waiting for me when I check on my stories, gets my ass into gear so to speak.
And my insperation for this chapter (And probably a couple after) Will be coming from the H.I.M Dark Light album. If you want to listen to it, you can search once again on Youtube, there's a video on there with all of the songs.
I tell you this because some portions of this chapter will be based around some of the songs, some of the lyrics will be mentioned depending on if they are needed to get the point across for the emotion at the time. Also! This chapter is going to be a bit shorter, but it connects the two of them on a different level than they were already on. (Aka: Spitting words at each other like two cats)
Now then, onto the story!
I do not own YYH or the characters
I do however own Sonya as well as the plot
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-TL S0nya
A drop of water landing on her face jerked Sonya from her sleep, body jolting upright and swaying slightly with a dizzy spell as she stared around with wide eyes only to land on a pair of crimsion ones beside her. "Hiei, wha-" She broke off, coughing slightly with a confused look on her face at the dry feeling in her throat. "Lay back." His curt order sounded dully in her ears, muffled as if something were clogging them. When she simply stared at him, her brain trying to process what he meant, a scowl crossed his features and he reached out, pressing roughly on her shoulder and forcing the young woman to lay down again.
Another bout of dry coughing made him reach for the glass of water he had set on the table beside him, holding it out wordlessly and watched as she leaned forward just enough to take it from his hands, his eyes watching her trembling with scorn. He had found her curled up on her side, back pressed to the wall beside her door, a feaver raging through her body while she laid there, completely unaware of her surroundings just a few hours ago. He had no idea how long she must have lain there, but from the state of her undress and towel, he had to guess she took a shower shortly after he left her alone. But with her hair being dry, he knew she had been there for a while.
Taking back the glass as she handed it back to him, he placed it on the table again while she laid down once more, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling above her. Snorting to himself, he reached over and picked up the rag he had sitting in a bowel of water with various herbs he had tossed in. Years of spending time with Kurama had taught him a thing or two about healing, not much, but enough to get the idiot woman's temprature down. Squeezing out the acess water, he folded it and placed it on her burning forehead again, his fingers brushing the skin there for a moment to gage if it had gone down only to scowl in irritation once more when he realized it hadn't.
"What happened?" Her hoarse voice caught his attention, making another jolt of irritation jab through him as he turned his gaze back down to her. "You have a feaver." He stated shortly, reaching over to take the now-warm rag from her head and placing it back in the bowl to let it soak once more. "I figured that." She snapped back, making one of his eyebrows to raise a fraction. She wasn't too sick to spit back at him then, she must be fighting the infection better than he thought. "Your pathetic actions from earlier caused it. Did you even clean the knife before you cut?" He hissed, making her flinch back against the pillow, her wide eyes turning to look at him.
"The infection had set in before you could fight it off. Now stop talking." He muttered, replacing the rag to her head and turning to glance out the window at the drizzle of rain falling down outside. "Sorry."
Her apology drew his gaze back to her face, taking in the faraway look in her eyes and frown set firmly on her face. "Just go." Turning over, she plucked the rag from her head and dropped it on his lap, her back turned to him as she curled up slightly, tucking her head down under the blanket so only her hair showed. Snorting under his breath, Hiei stood and walked to the other side of the bed so he could see her eyes barely peeking out from the edge of the blanket and pushed her onto her back again. "Hn, you cannot even walk. What makes you think you can even care for yourself so you don't end up dead?" He growled, frustrated at himself as well as her for several different reasons.
"I don't care if I die." Her answer shocked him, the words not being the reason, but the empty tone she used to say them. Leaning over her face, he stared down at her eyes, his own flickering with slight anger at the blank look in them, no spark of life shining up as she stared sightlessly above her. "The only thing I want to see is my home burn, then my life can end. Until then, I cannot die, my body won't allow me." She stated in the same voice, as if talking to someone else. Straightening back up, Hiei frowned to himself, this woman, the one that spat vile things at him, treated him like trash then apologized in the same breath. The same one that faught him, ignored his orders and lashed out lay on her bed, completely devoid of anything. No anger, fear, sadness or depression. Nothing at all to make her seem alive, if he didn't know any better, he would have said she was dead already, but the steady rise and fall of her chest indicated she breathed.
"Hn, how do you expect to burn them if you cannot even walk?" He snapped, making her blank eyes roll over to stare at him. Ignoring the slight discomfort he felt at it, he retrieved the bowl and placed the rag on her head once more. "Don't move." With that, he turned and walked from her room, heading back into the kitchen where he had spread the herbs out on the counter to use. Dumping out the water, he refilled the bowl and began crushing more of the plants to toss into it, using more force than nessicary to do it.
Sonya drifted in and out of conciousness, her gaze never moving from the door where the Fire Demon had vanished, a small twitch pulling her lips downward while she struggled against the haze in her mind. 'Why is he doing this?' Her inner voice hissed, distrust evident in each syllable, making the woman cringe slightly at it's venom. 'The Forbidden Child is nothing. He shouldn't even touch us with his hands, dirtied by the blood of hundreds if not thousands!'
'Like our people were any better.' Sonya hissed back, making the other voice go silent for once, a slight tingle of energy running through her body at the total, if not small, victory. Struggling slightly, she pushed herself to sit up, her teeth clenching and sucking air between them as a wash of pain and dizziness roared over her head. With a slight grunt, she let her head fall forward into her hands, trying to will the pounding in it to vanish with silent cursing.
A flash of white caught her eye, making her eyes open from the slits they were and stare fully down at the bandage wrapped securely and professionally around her arm where the word was carved. She didn't remember wrapping it after getting out of the shower, or for that matter... Putting on any clothes. Suddenly her face heated in shame at the thought of him finding her in that state. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to see the scars on her hips and back.
"I told you not to move." His dark voice made her head snap up and stare at his scowl from where he stood in the doorway, a bowl held carefully in one hand, a small plate balanced in the other as he stalked forward. "I didn't feel like laying around." She muttered, somehow feeling like a child being scolded as he placed the items down on her table and pushed on her shoulder again, making the Shadow Maiden fall back against the pillows once more. "I'm not that sick, Hiei. I can take care of myself."
A snort of dark amusement made her glance over at him, watching as he stirred the water in the bowl he had brought with the rag that had fallen from her head, his gaze intense as he focused on what he did. "You couldn't even try to kill me." His statement made a spark of anger flare to life in her eyes, her hands clenching on top of the blanket as she stared at him. Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he twisted the side of his mouth up in a smirk before placing the rag on her head again, ignoring her sudden change from anger to confusion.
"Why are you doing this?" Her voice made him pause, she sounded like a child, lost, making him turn back to her with his eyebrows pulled together, his eyes sweeping across the expression on her face to realize with a jolt she was asking an honest question. "You're no use if you cannot fight." Hiei stated simply, turning back to the plate and stirring the small mound of rice on it to let it cool a bit more. He wasn't a cook by any means, but he could boil rice and add a few pieces of meat for flavor at the very least. "But... Why? You obviously don't care if I'm sick or not."
"How do you expect me to train someone as sick as you are? Now shut up." He snapped, fed up with her childlike voice for some reason he couldn't explain to himself. Reaching behind him, he pulled the chair closer to the bed and leaned forward, adjusting the pillow she leaned against so she could sit up slightly and placed the plate on her lap. "Eat. If you don't finish it, I will make you finish it." He added darkly, the warning evident in his voice before he stood up once again, unable to look down at her and see the same childlike confusion there anymore. "Right..." She said softly, picking up the chopsticks and stirring the bland meal curiously as he turned and walked away.
She's blinded by the fear
A sudden scream of terror jerked Hiei from his light sleep, making him jolt upright from his bed and leap from the blankets, his hand already wrapped around the sheath of his katana he kept beside his bed. Narrowing his eyes, he drew the blade and flitted out into the hallway, pausing for a moment to listen for anything else only to be answered by another scream, coming from Sonya's direction. Ignoring the prickling feeling on the back of his neck, he darted forward, racing towards the sound and slamming open her door to gaze with wide eyes at the sight in front of him.
Of life and death and everything in between
Sonya's body contorted on her bed, sheets wrapped around her slim frame as she fought, her arms and legs thrashing as a wail escaped her lips, her face screwed up as if in pain as she tossed to the side, coming close to the edge of the mattress. Running forward, Hiei caught her before she fell and pinned her to the middle of the bed, eyes wide as he struggled with her sudden strength, surprised despite himself that she had this much energy in her already if her feaver just broke only a few hours prior. "Woman." He hissed, trying to wake her up, at a complete loss of what to do before he was shoved back onto the floor, her form pinning him down, eyes wide open and staring down at him, no recognition in their blue debths as she wrapped her hands around his throat.
We smile when she cries a river of tears
Reaching up, he grasped her wrists, trying to pry her off of him without inflicting any wounds but finding it increcingly difficult with each passing moment. He had to wake her now, but he couldn't get through to her as he silently struggled. The second she lifted his head off of the ground, he realized her intent and reached up without a second thought, yanking the bandana from his forehead and allowing the jagan hidden there to open and stare up at her. Sonya's body stilled above him, caught in it's power and allowing the Fire Demon to move her and sit upright, wary about breaking contact with her eyes should she attempt to attack him again. "Wake up." He managed to mutter, his throat still sore from her bruising grip, one of his own hands reaching up to touch the skin there.
A mirror where we see nothing but a reflection of heaven too far away
Clenching his teeth, Hiei felt a muscle in his jaw tick slightly at the sight of her, he saw her weak and blank while sick. Now she just looked broken, pathetic and broken. Clenching his fists at his sides, he said nothing, just watching as she sat there, refusing to look up at him and hiding her face in her hands. "Just... Go back to sleep." He finally managed to get out from between his teeth, fed up with the whole situation and turning to stalk back to her door, intent on heading out and moving to another room farther away from hers. He could already guess this wasn't a single occurance, her actions spoke more than any words she might have said to him and he didn't care to be woken up by her screams again.