Chapter 11: A fish will die drowned

Koenma's POV

It's been so long…Now I spent my days thinking it was a good thing I had never gave up hope. I always wanted her back, I always dreamed to see her with that innocent smile on her lips…but her innocence was dark…and I always hoped to hear her saying "I don't need anything, daddy, I just want to stay with you." But I never heard those words. Despite this, I was content. Even more, I was happy. Everything turned good, now that detectives seemed to be out of this story, they had seen her very few times and she seemed not to remember them. She still wanted to stay in that room, but she often would walk around or stay with me in my office or with Botan.

She wasn't the same soulless doll; she was my little doll with a glint of playful malice in her turquoise eyes.

Botan…Botan was more then she wanted to be. She denied it, but she was worried. Her hands were shaking every time she saw the girl taking small steps, moving insanely slow trough the hallway towards the room at the end of it. She was her cousin, and even if I wanted to keep her out of this, she was convict to play my daughter's little game.

Maybe innocence is a sin, but I didn't care if I was the sinner as long my treasure, my responsibility, my daughter was safe in my hands.

Keiko's POV

Since that incident, I felt like the other girls weren't my friends anymore. It was painful, since Shizuru had been my best friend and she wasn't telling me anything anymore. It was a strange feeling, and I still didn't know what happened that day with Yukina, that making it worse.

I could still remember the day when Shizuru kept saying "It's her choice" or "It's too late" … It hurt so much seeing your friends suffering or letting their minds eaten by a fear or a dark thought. But that was Shizuru, a tall mysterious woman, always hidden behind a thick smoke screen.

Since that day, Yukina was acting strange too. Her behavior was different, sometimes she held no emotion, sometimes she was all happy or she kept smiling without saying more then short replies like "Yes" or "No" or just a simple nod. One of the strangest things I noticed though was that the ice maiden had been wearing a green perfect round stone on a chain around her neck, and she never let somebody touch it or take it off.

Normal POV

A raven haired teenager stood in front of a grave, silently staring at the sad sight in front of him. Flowers were placed on the ground, beside the metal cross.

"Every human dies…Why should I cry for you?"

But he didn't get an answer. Dead won't come back to life, as well as dead won't talk…or answer back. Dead is dead, a corpse buried under the tears of the ones that loved him and shovels of soil.

Everything around him was dead. Just some trees, just frozen twigs with no leaves, just the ground covering rotten skeletons, just the wind blowing, just hundred of silent graves… But his gaze was just on the one in front of him. On the small monument was written with black letters: Atsuko Urameshi.

He spoke again, the same question leaving his lips.

"Every human dies… Why should I cry for you? It's been almost two years since you died, stupid woman, and I never cried, not even once…Why should I do this now?"

He was glaring at the grave, hatred and frustration growing inside him, because the dead was his mother. Atsuko Urameshi, mother of Yusuke Urameshi, was dead because of alcohol intoxication. When her son had left for more then two weeks in a mission without letting her know where he had been, the only thing she had done those days was drinking. She had drowned herself in alcohol. She had been found dead in her own house, in bed, with a bottle half filled with the liquid that killed her, kept tight in her right hand.

Yusuke Urameshi, a son whose mother died, an already grown-up man with no family, an orphan. Since his mother had died, he had been living in the same old house, a place he couldn't call home anymore. Seeing her room, her things, the place she used to stay, made him hate her even more. He hated her for drinking, for leaving him, for dieing.

"You damn drinking bitch! You thought drinking was the way you brought me back!? All you had to do was waiting and you chose death!"

It didn't matter it had been almost one year since he last had visited her grave. He was still angry, he yelled, he almost let tears of wrath escape his eyes.

But he couldn't cry…

And a brown haired woman was watching him from behind, a good distance preventing him from seeing her. Her whisper couldn't be heard by him, but her words were piercing, because their meaning was the world's biggest truth that moment.

"I know how you're feeling, Yusuke, but don't do anything stupid…It was your fault too."

And as she spoke, smoke could be seen surrounding her.

Koenma's POV

As always…I was sitting at my desk, doing everything I had been doing for five years. Maybe I hadn't like it five years ago, but now was different. Someone was with me, watching my every move with big turquoise eyes, and a spark never leaving her side. My daughter…

Botan left a few minutes…now was just me and my daughter. Her eyes were deep and threatening, but I got used with that. I took just quick glances at her, trying not to disturb her, nor to make her feel lonely. The truth is I was afraid to talk. I didn't know what to say to her, I didn't know how to act around my own daughter. Those moments were cutting my breath; the files in front of me were just a mask I was hiding behind, trying to look sure, with a fake decided look in my eyes.

A few minutes ago she entered the room and sat down on the small couch. Of course, the Firefly was with her.

In just a second, without thinking before, I looked up from those files and spoke to her. I didn't really care for what she would do next, or I didn't think about what she would do next, but it was too late to think…I finally spoke, with a half smile on my lips.

"Chiaki, is there something you need?"

I though I would regret this just as I would let the words out. But I didn't. She seemed to try to answer me, buy her eyes were still holding that endless insanity. Her lips were moving, just her lips. Nothing more. Not her eyes, not her hands, nor anything, just her lips and the lugubrious Firefly.

But fear took over me when she spoke as she rose up and started walking slowly towards me.

"No, daddy… I don't need anything…for now…you don't have to worry…I just want to stay…with you."

Those words…I looked down at my hands to see that I was shaking desperately, showing her I was weak and afraid.

"I heard…a whisper…"

"What? Ch-Chiaki, I know you want to… I know you need…Why don't you find Botan, now I'm a little busy, I'll join you when I'm done."

I simply lost my mind. I was scared, terrified, I rose up trying to look commanding, but definitely she was the one leading the way, and she was getting closer.

"Daddy…"

I heard the high sound made by the three round stone hitting each other in her hand. I took a step back. I kept making mistakes, but the biggest one was made a few moments after, when I looked right into her deep eyes, seeing the blue and green shades of pure bloodlust.

"You make others…follow you like…little lost puppies…but I…I still love you…even if you're not…my first daddy…"

She was close, too close for my own comfort. I didn't know what to do, I was too scared. For a moment, I thought I had to call someone, but I ended up reconsidering that. That was my problem, and only mines…

I hugged her, in order to keep her calm. It says love makes humans kinder. I thought it would work. But it didn't. She grabbed the front of my neck, cutting my breath away. I could barely breathe under her tight grasp. Then I understood. Love wouldn't make her kinder, because she was not a human. I heard it, that Firefly.

/ L o o k d e e p i n t o h i s e y e s . W h a t d o y o u s e e ? J u s t f e a r , t h e f e a r i n t h o s e e y e s w i d e n e d i n h o r r o r , t h e f e a r o f a p a t h e t i c v u l n e r a b l e c r e a t u r e . /

"She...my sai will...help me..."

Her grasp tightened even more. I didn't know what to do, nor could I do anything. I was a victim. Her eyes took me in a freezing dance, her power was over helming…though I thought it wasn't her power, it was Firefly's. All I could feel was her hand on my neck and her eyes, and the last thing I remember are her words -

"You're…weak, daddy…that's why…the fish will die…drowned…"

- and her image fading as I fell on my knees and she left the room.

Yukina's POV

I was called. I was in an empty room and I was called. I remembered I was at Shizuru's house. Somebody was calling me. Shizuru was out. She left me a few hours ago. I was alone and I was called. Called by someone. I had to follow the call. I left the house without caring, and all I could feel was the warm glow around my neck. I followed the call.