Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Haklusho or Harry Potter
Warnings: Mild Language and Suggestive Themes
Chapter11:
Instead of waiting for his friends as he had originally planned, Harry headed down to Breakfast. The first signs of bustle were already filling the halls. He watched as early risers headed down to the Hall, as well, as some teachers.
He stook his usual spot at the Gryffindor table. The food had not yet apeared, so he decided to pass the time thinking.
That scroll... It was charred. Someone tried to burn it. Apparently for good reason if Voldemort wants it.
Of course, he didn't have long to dwell on that thought, as more students filtered into the Great Hall, as the hustle and bustle of the morning settled into place. It was not long before the Hufflepuff table had most of its students occupying its benches.
Ron plopped down besided him. "Mornin', mate. " He said, a hint of drowsyness in his voice. Harry groaned back in response. "What's wrong Harry? And don't tell me nothing. I heard you wake up last night. Were you having dreams again?"
Harry nodded in response."What happened?" Ron asked, his drowsy tone replaced by excitment. "Nothing happened." Ron glared. "Oh yes it did! I saw you put on the invisibility cloak. You only do that when you visit Dumbledore to talk about your dreams."Harry sighed in defeat. "Well, it went a bit like this-"
"You weren't going to start without me, were you?" Hermione's voice pitched in. She sat down next to Ron. "How do you know?" Ron asked, rather rudley. "I could hear you two talking as I passed the Ravenclaw table. You should talk quieter." Hermione hissed, her voice a low whisper. "Continue, Harry."
The golden plates and goblets filled with food as Harry began explaining his dream. "Well, it was strange, nothing like my other dreams. First off, I was a girl." Ron snorted out the pumpkin juice he had already began. "What!" He tried feebley to whisper it, but failed. Herminoe nudged him in the ribs, signaling for his silence.
"Anyway, I had symbols etched across my arms, and was surrounded by a circle of twelve Death Eaters. They weren't attacking me tough, they were chanting. And my hands and feet were bound togehter by some sort of violet light. And Voldemort"-surprisingly, neither Ron nor Hermione shuddered-"seemed to be leading it, naturally."
He paused, allowing them time to let it sink it, before continuing. "He had some sort of old, charred scroll. But the thing that put me on edge, were these two stones Voldemort was holding. One was white, and kind of glowed with a soft blue light, and the other one was black and seemed to pulse with an eerie green."
"What else?" Hemione said. She sounded breathless. "The stones flew out of his hands, and statred circling me, until they blured into a solid silver ring. That's when the chanting started to grow louder, and the symbols on my arms started to flare like fire. That's when I was lifted off the ground. When I stopped, my dreams exploded into white light, and ended."
He waited from a response from either of them. They said nothing. Harry reached for his goblet of pumpkin juice o drench his throat. "So what did Dumbledore say?" Harry looked to Hermione, who had uttered the question.
"When I explained the dream to him, he just asked me if I had been practicing my Occlumency. Then told me he said the Order needed him and left in a burst of flame with one of Fawkes' feathers." Harry kept the part of Dumbledore's supposed failure to himself. He felt that was something personal.
"It seems to me what we need to do is obvious." Hermione stated, with a matter-of-factly tone. The two boys turned to her. "We should go to the library." Ron rolled his eyes as he guffawed, "Is that your answer to everything? The library?"
Hermione puffed out her chest indignantly. "Yes. Yes it is! Is that a problem, Ronald?" Harry blocked out their argument as he let his two best friends settle into familiar habbits.
They're hopeless.
Their squabbling was put on hold, as the Hall flooded with the rest of the schools's occupants. It was not long before food magically appeared before them, and everyone began to tuck in. Harry reached for some bacon and sausages, as Ron began cramming toast into his mouth, without the need of utensils.
Soon the owls swooped into the Hall, forming a multi-colored cloud of deliveries. Harry had no outside school contacts, other than those of the Order, who were far too busy, so he was surpired when Hedwig landed with a letter bransihing the name Harry Potter.
He stared at the pacel curiously, as he unraveled the string tieing it to the owl's leg. Hedwig helped herself to some bacon and flew off with the rest of the retreating owls.
"Wonda wafitiz?" Ron managed through a mouthful of food. "Dunno," Harry answered. "But I'm guessing it couldn't possibly hurt, Ron, to stop eating long enough to swallow your food." Ron paused, as if considering this statment, and made three large gulps, and a small belch.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly, as his cheeks filled with embarassment. Just as Harry reached for the wrapping on the parcel, Hermione grabbed his hand. "Look at this!" she hissed, showing them the front page of the Daily Prophet as the news owl departed.
There on the frot page, was the face of Lucius Malfoy, chained and bonded. Ron and Harry's attention instantly flew to the page as their eyes darted down the story.
Escaped Death Eater Captured:
Early this morning, a team of Aurors, headed by Albus Dumbldore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, delivered Lucius Malfoy into Ministry custody. Lucius Malfoy, once wealthy business partner of Cornelius Fudge, was immediately put on trial following his first arrest for several misdemenors and grave counts of felony and murder. In light of his re-capture, he may be looking at a Death Penalty, as the Dementors have abandoned Azkaban. The Death Eater had avoided the ministry eye several years ago after the downfall of You-Know-Who...
The story continued on page 2B. "Blimey!" Ron said, shock residing in his voice. "That scum got out?" He snorted. "What kind of dumb idiot gets caught twice? Bought time that dirty codd Lucius Malfoy got what's comin' to him" Several Slyherins casted Ron a disgusted glared before turning back to their breakfast.
Harry glanced at Malfoy, whose face was flushed with rage as he read the paper. Besides him, lay a letter, from their family bird, which Harry had seen only once besides this moment.
Harry glanced up towards the staff table, where Dumbledore waved back, his eyes full of drowsyness yet remarkable joy. Hermione nudged Harry in the ribs. "What?" he restrained himself from barking it. His ribs were starting to hurt.
"Didn't you say Dumbledore left on Order business after your meeting with him?" She questioned. "Yeah, it wasn't really a 'meeting', but yeah." Hermione's eyes lit up. "About what time?" she pressed. "About three am. Where are you going with this?" Hermione sighed, "Wouldn't three a.m. count as 'Early this morning'?"
Comprehensioned dawned on Harry's face. "Wonder what he was up to?" Harry questioned, reaching for one of the last eggs. "Who knows, but Malfoy old man got what was comin' to him." Ron responded definetley.
Harry turned his attention back to his parcel. There was nothing out of the ordinay about it. Brown wrapping paper, a card with his name. He took a chance and opened the package. The first thing that fell out was a hand written letter, and Hary instantly recognized the handwriting of Remus Lupin. Harry's eyes darted across the short letter.
Dear Harry,
I am sorry that I have not had time to talk with you, or help you get over Sirius' 'demise'. I know it's hard for you to realize that Srius is gone, but you must also realize that there are still others who care for you. And even in death, Sirius would want the best for you. In his will, he has specificully stated that you are to inherit all his possessions and money. I know this probably has no meaning to you, but I thought I should at least let you know. Hang in there.
Your friend,
Remus Lupin
Hary stowed the letter in his pocket, the empty void that was once filled with Sirius' presence apparent once again.
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Kurama glided down the dormitorty stairs and to the common room. He left through the seret passage and made his way down to breakfast. Apparently Boton had slept in, for Kurama saw no sign of her as he made his way down to the Hall.
He seated himself down at his usual spot and began tucking in casually into his breakfast. He was honestly not hungry, but there was something about Western food that he couldn't help but like.
When he decided he was full, which wasn't too long, he checked his schedule for the day. To his delight, he had Herbology first period with the Gryffindrs. He rose before the others and made his way down to the grounds. The Herbology houses were teeming with plant life. Their energy was coursing into Kurama.
He sat down besdies Green House Three and began working on a Transfiguration essay. It was quick and easy, in his opinion, and he had soon cleared himself of all his current homework.
Kurama removed a seed from his hair and planted it into the ground. He placed his hand over the seed and poured a miniscule amout of energy into it, letting the rose grow to full bloom, before sucking out his energy and returning it to a seed.
He did this with several seeds, before the blue and red colors of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were spotted. The proffesor of the class turned out to be a short, cheery woman by the name of Professor Sprout.
She led the class to Green House number thre, where they continued to pot 'deadly plants'. Kurama was disappointed and intruiged all the same. He was hoping for something dangerous, but all the plants bent to his whim and were calm near him.
He took this oppritunity to take several seeds from each of them, hoping to be able to coax out their vicious sides. What good was a plant weapon if it was docile? Hiei struggled through the class, tempted to burn his plant to ash. It lashed out and bit him, sinking it's fangs into his arm.
"Mister Jaganshi!" Proffesor Sprout shrieked. Did I not tell you to wear yoour draon hide gloves?" Sterness creeped ino every line of her face, yet Hiei ignored her dully. "I have no need for them."
Professor Sprout stared at the plant it had recoiled it fear. Her eyes glanced back to Hiei's sleeve, where two green, hissing holes full of hot acid blazed.
"Hospitial Wing, now Mister Jaganshi." Professor Sprout said. The sternness on her face had quickly converted to worry. "No" Hiei said curtly. He rolled up his sleeve up to where the bite has been, reavling his warded bandages. "I'm protected." Several sniggers were heard. The attention of the whole class was now upon them.
"You think those muggle bandages can protect you?" Hiei sighed. "They are not muggle made. They are my own, and are covered in protective charms and Japanese wards." Proffesor Sprout seemed flusterd.
"Well, then. Carry, on. I would much rather you use dragon hide gloves, but seeing as how you are more comfortable with your bandages, I will leave it at that." Sher turned curtly and walked away.
"It was unnessicary to blow it up into such a large arguement, Hiei." Kurama whispered to him. "Let him have a little fun! Besides, this place is boring, it needs conflict." Yuusuke responded for Hiei. Hiei was satisfied with Yuusuke's response and said nothing.
Yuusuke sighed. "You guys should've called me to help with that Death Eater. I would've liked the challenge." Boton took this opportunity to nudge Yuusuke in the ribs.
"Pipe down. Besides, you would've run around screaming in the corridors waking everyone. The stunt these two pulled was already stupid. I hate to think what would have happened if you were in the mix." Yuusuke growled, but said nothing else and continued tending to his plant.
The rest of the period was uneventful, so the Tantei were glad to leave. Hiei and Yuuske however, were highly disappointed when they looked at their schedule. They had potions next.
The teacher of this class, Snape, as he was called, seemed to have a certain air of maliciousness around him. Hiei could already tell this would be one of those classes he paid no attention in.
"I must say, I am surprised many of you managed to scrape an O," he cast a glance at the corner of the room. "a fluke I am sure. For today's lesson, I am teaching you simpltons to brew Veritaserum. The Truth Serum. Directions are on the board. Continue in utter silence."
Hiei pulled his cauldron forward. He waved his wand, so that four gallows of water gushed from their containers, into he cauldron. "Incendio." Hiei muttered, pointing his wand at the timber under his cauldron. The wood instantly burst into a crackling fire, bubbling the smooth surface of the water.
Besides him, Yuusuke had already set his tmber on fie, and was rapidly crushing the ingrediants into fine powder using his fist.
Hiei dropped the ingrediants of the potion on to his chopping board, ignoring the instructions on the board and cutting randomly. He noted each ingrediant as he prepared it.
Griffin feather,
Hair of Veela,
Phoenix tear,
Mimbulus mimbletonia pus,
Dragon scale,
Hiei stopped here realizing the tiny blade the proffesor had given them was barely strong enough to cut the scale. Unsheathing his katana under his cloak, he used the tip to slice the scale cleanly down the middle, and restored his blade to it's proper resting place at his waist.
He gathered the ingrediants and poured them into his cauldron, it immeadiantly turned a distubred shade of green, and emmited a foul smell. Snape descended upon him at once.
"What do we have hear? A potion brewer worse than Longbottom? Last time I checked Veritaserum was a colorless, odorless potion." he sneered.
Hiei looked up at him, past his long crooked nose. "Then check again." he said curtly. Somehing in his tone hinted he was not asking, but demanding.
"What did you say to me?" Snape said, the smirk on his face falling. "I said, 'look again.'" Snape's eyes narrowed. "Fifty points from Gryfindor." Snape turned, and alked aay from Hiei, a smug expression on his face.
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Harry sat besides Ron and Hermione, miserably chopping his Dragon scale, with much difficulty. He was surpirised he was even in potions class. When his O.W.L.s had arrived he was covered in a blanket of relief. He had only failed History of Magic and Divinaion (a Troll and a Dreadful). But he was shocked to have recieved an O for potions.
It was a gift and a curse, much like his scar. On one hand, he would be able to persuit the career of becoming an Auror. On the other, it meant he would have to put up with two more years of Serverus Snape, his most loathed teacher.
This was not the only news he had recieved throughout the summer. Professor McGonagall had sent him a letter, and to Fred and George's extreme approval, he had been made into Gryffindor Quidditch Team Captain.
Harry was simply scanning through his thoughts, so when he noticed Snape was not hissing at him, he was surpirsed. He was not, however, surprised at who he was hissing at: Hiei Jaganshi.
He seemed to deflect every arguement as nothing, as he had clearly shown this morning to Proffesor Sprout. It seemed now he was testing his ability against Snape. Harry watched with interset as Snape hissed, "What did you say to me?" Hiei apparently said a rude comment, because "Fifty points from Gryffindor" soon followed.
Harry sighed, already Snape was making sport of the transfer, though he seemed to be the only one. Professor Sprout was delighted by Kurama's natural plant instincts, Professor Trelawney had practically fallen in love with Kuwabara's prophecy, Madam hooch had said Boton was a natual flier (though Harry doubted she could play Quiditch), and Proffesor Hizaruki already seemed to be old friends with Yuusuke. They were all on goods terms with at least one teacher, all but Hiei.
He was different. Always quiet, moving along the shadows. "Seems a little shifty if you ask me." Ron had said the previous night in the common room. Harry felt it was too soon to judge him, but part of him did agree. "Don't be silly, you two." Hermone had retorted. "If's he's in Gryffindor he can't be as shady as he makes out to be." This was also another point of argue.
Lately, the Tantei had been their source of interest and discussion. "Stop. Cork what you have completed and bring it up to my desk." Snape's voice seemed magnified in the quiet hollows of the dungeon. Harry glanced down at his potion. Surprisingly, he had not done too bad. His potion was a white-lilac, and smelled faintly of the flower it resembled. Harry figured it was as close to colorless as he could get.
He corked his bottle, and placed in the center of his desk. Harry did not give Snape time to make a snide remark. He turned almost before the bottle has reached the desk's surface, an swooped up his bag on his way to the door, Ron and Hermione soon following afterward.
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Kuwabara sat awake in his bed, as Madam Pompfrey bustled into the ward. She waved her wand over him, and the now familiar process of his bandages changing themselves took place. The Matron looked at him closely, muttering to herself and nodding. When she had finally made up her mind, she spoke.
"You're all cured. Better, even. You're free to leave." Kuwabara jumped out of the bed before she could say another word, grabbing his shirt and the still sleeping Okari on the way out. It was mid-noon, judging from the sun's position.
Kuwabara made his way to the the Hufflepuff common room and made a bee-line for his dorm. He shuffled thrugh his trunk for his books and schedule, and made his way out of the common room. He had a lot to catch up on.
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The rest of the week flew by smoothly, neither Harry nor Ron had time to discuss Harry's dreams. The weight of being Gryffindor captain was soon starting to bare upon him. Random Gryffindors were coming up to him in the corridors, asking for the date of the tryouts.
The truth was, Harry had completely forgotten he was the Gryffindor Team Captain. Between the workloads his N.E.W.T.s classes had drowned him in, and his confusing dreams, Harry found it incredible that he would have time to squeeze Quiditch into his schedule.
By the weekend, Harry was exhausted. With the help of Hermione, Harry and Ron had so far managed to keep up with every homework assignment they had been given. Now he was taking a well deserved break by the lake. Harry stretched lazily under the oak he was posiioned.
All thoughts had been driven from his mind, all but relaxation. So he was surprised to open his eyes and find Yuusuke Urameshi staring him in the face. Harry jumped back, his head crashing into the Oak behind him.
He looked up, his eyes full of tears of pain to see Yuusuke grinning. Harry rubbed his head sorely, wishing that he hadn't jumped back. "Yuusuke, right?" Yuusuke nodded. "I hear you're Gryffindor Quit It Team Captain."
"You mean Quiditch?" Harry corrected. "Yeah, whatever. So I thought, who better to explain it than you!" Yuusuke responded enthusiastically. "Explain what?" Harry had no clue what Yusuke was getting at. "Aren't to bright are you? Explain Quiditch of course!"
Harry allowed his mouth to hang open in awe. It seemed to sway in the light breeze surrounding him. "You aren't serious?" Harry said, unsure. " 'Course I am. Are you going to explain it or not?" Yuusuke said, impatience creeping into his voice. "But don't they play Quiditch in Japan?" Yuusuke seemed to hesitate a little longer before answering. "I guess, but I've never had time to properly learn it."
Harry sighed. "Fine, I'll explain it. Follow me." Harry led Yuusuke down to the Quiditch pitch, where he spent the next three-quarters of an hour explaining Quiditch to Yuusuke. Harry had originally taken him as a fool, yet he seemed to absorbed ever word he was saying. When Harry had finished, most students had retreated back to the castle.
"So that's Quiditch, eh?" Yuusuke said, as they made their way back to the castle. "Sounds interesting. I think I might tryout. When exactly are tryouts anyway?" Yuusuke said, a gleam in his eye. Harry's breath stuck in his throat. He had still not set a date for Quiditch tryouts. "Tomorrow." Harry blurted before he could stop himself.
They had reached the castle gates, and it was nearly time for dinner. "Great." said Yuusuke. "See you at the Quiditch pitch." He waved farewell, and made is way out of the Great Hall. Harry lingered for a moment before doing so as well.
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Harry made his way into the common room, the portrait swinging closed behind him. It was quite empty. He crossed the common room directly to the dorms and made his way to his bunk. He scrambled through his trunk for a piece of clean parchment, some ink and a quill.
Harry lay the parchment flat on his nightstand and dipped his quill in the ink. He then wrote, in his most legible handwritting: "Quiditch Tryouts-Tommorow at Noon." He looked over it, though there wasn't much to look at, and put away his quill and ink.
He walked down the stairs and made his way to the announcment board. He unrolled his parchment and placed it in the center of the board, using a temporary sticking charm to hold it in place. Satisfied with his announment, he made his way to the Great Hall, finally realizing the loud growling in his stomach.
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Boton had had a stressful week. Between balancing schoolwork, and constant visits to the Spirit World, she was extremely looking forward to relaxing the whole day. She had spent the entire day ignoring Koenma's calls, and flying on broomsticks. It was no harder than flying her oar.
Flying in through the door window, she landed softly, allowing her oar to melt into the air. It was about Dusk outside, and it was then that she realized that she was hungry. She threw on a clean robe and made her way out of the common room.
The halls were scarcely filed with students, an occasional face creeping in. Boton really did not pay attention to her surroundings. Her feet took her automatically down the corridors, as if they were on cruise control. It was for that reason that she failed to notice Kuwabara jogging in front of her, and why she had no time to get out of the way before they collided.
She crashed into his back, her nose smashing into him, as he slid forward, landing flat on his face. Boton jumped to her feet, wiping out her wand, thinking at first that she had been attacked. So she couldn't help but laugh at Kuwabara's crumpled form on the floor.
"What the hell is your problem!" He bellowed. "Are you trying to send me back to the Hospi-oh, Boton, it's just you." Kuwabara's face flushed with embarassment. "I knew it was you. I just felt like putting on a show." Boton suppressed a giggle. "Of course you knew it was me, that's why you wanted to rip my head off." Boton responded cheerfully.
Kuwabara dusted himself off and stood. "Yeah, you better believe it." he said, and together they made their way down to Dinner.
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The atmosphere in the Great Hall was cheerful. Everybody had welcomed the break from their school work. Yet Kuram was tense, something felt wrong about tonight. Boton sat down besides him, her cheerful greeting unheard against his current of thinking.
When he did hear her, there was a sharp pain in his rib, and an ear piercing shout. "I said hello!" Boton said, annoyance in her voice. "What's wrong, Kurama?" He took a few seconds before responding. "Something's wrong about tonight. Be prepared for anything."
Boton looked around the Great Hall. "Are you serious, or are you just mocking my intelligence?" Boton said. "There wouldn't be much to mock if I were." Kurama chuckled. "That's not funny." Boton pouted. "Oh yes it is. In fact, its just brightened my day."
"So what do you think is going to happen?" Boton whispered. "If I knew, I wouldn't be sitting here. Like I said, be prepared." Kurama refused to say another word, but Boton noticed his hand was in his wand pocket the remainder of the evening.
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Harry shoveled a spoonful of corn into his mouth. He savored it's taste before going for another spoon. Dinner was pleasant, and all tension seemed to have lifted. Harry launched into a conversation about Quiditch with Ron, who was mostly listening, seeing as how the majority of the time his mouth was full of food.
Hermione was hidden behind a copy of Dark Creatures: Where to Find Them and How to Banish Them, and the rest of the hall was engaged in mindless chatter. Harry had finished his first plate when Ron had said his second sentence of the evening.
"Daf's werd? Ieh'snawear." Harry glanced around the Gryffindor table. Ron's jumbled statement was correct. Hiei was not present. Harry turned back to Ron. "I wonder where he could be?" Ron shrugged. "Maybe he's already sleeping." Harry snorted. "I doubt that."
Ron sighed. "That guys a mystery. What'dya figure of that Kurama one?" It was Harry's turn to shrug. "He seems okay. Don't really talk to him much. Or any of them for that matter."
"Kinda strange though. You know, for the Japanese Minsitry to send transfers over here during a time like this. With You-Know-Who prowling about, it wasn't such a bright idea." Ron snorted. "Unless they were sent here as some sort of 'speacial agents', I would've been smarter to stay in Japan."
There was a pause between them. "You don't think--?" Ron started. But Harry did not have time to respond. The castle walls began to shake, trembling with a force outside its walls. The halls itself seemed to tremble with the screams emitted from the students.
But it was not that that made Harry pause. His scar began to prickle lightly, and before he had time to brace himself, the pain in his forehead exploded. Harry felt as if his head were splitting in two along his scar.
It felt as if his skull were cracking, his body a rag attatched to his aching head. He wanted the pain to stop, he wanted it all to go away, and before he could stop himself, he let out a blood curdling scream. And then, his world went blank.
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Kurama's eyes darted to Harry's ragged form on the floor, to the trembling walls of the castle. He stood and crossed to the giant oak doors, Kuwabara, Boton and Yuusuke at his heels.
"What are you doing!" Professor McGonagall's voice rose through the screams. "It's obviously too dangerous to go outside. Everyone get back to you dorms! IMMEDIATELY!" She yelled shrilly. The majority of the students obeyed, and the rest, like the Tantei, completely ignored her and made for the door.
They stopped short when a crimson spell launched over their heads and smashedd into the doors. They turned, to see Professor McGonagall's face lined with fury. "I said, IMMEDIATELY!" Again, the majority of the students slunk off hesitantly away from the door.
Kurama's hand flashed from his pocket to his hair, as he pulled out a small rose seed. He had a feeling he would need it. He turned to the giant oak doors, and braced himself for what he was about to see.
"You guys ready?" Yuusuke's voice said, a slur of anticipation in his voice.
"1." Kuwabara whispered.
"2." The word seemed so low it was as if it had not been said.
It seemed the hall was quiet, waiting to see if they would dare open the doors. But they ignored them, as they pushed against the doors, and felt them give way under their weight.
"3!"
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Hiei sat on the roof top, watching the moon float dreamily in the sky. He was starting to wonder if this mission was worth it. Aside from their scuffle with Lucius nothing much else had happened. He unsheated his katana, longing for the day he could use it again.
It was sickeningly quiet and calm here. Nothing really changed. Day in and day out they went to their classes. Day in and day out, they practiced spells. Day in and day out Chuu came dangerously close to the subject of the Three Worlds.
Hiei felt his skills rusting away, his mind becoming more human like. He shuddered. Hiei stood, facing the moon, and sighed. He wanted to warm up his skills, so he lunged off the roof and landed at the border-line of the forest.
Hiei took the familiar path he had welded into the forest floor. A hiss sounded behind him. He ignored it. About an hour into the forset he stopped. The strong scent of blood filled his nostrils. Hiei unsheated his katana, expecting to find a beast feasting on little creatures. Instead, he was greeted by the maimed carcass of four centaurs.
"What the--?" Hiei swore. He did not have time, however, to ponder any longer, for the next moment a red beam flashed by him. Hiei easily dodged it, and watched as the beam shot off in the distance.
It's explosion echoed in the night sky, and Hiei felt the ground tremble beneath his feet. Flames erupted from where the beam had shot off, and spread like wild fire into the forest. A ring seemed to trap him and the fumes flowed into his lungs. "You've gotten weak while I was away, Hiei."
Hiei fell into a defensive stance, his eyes darting to the patch of fire before. The figured stepped into the clearing, and Hiei felt his insides burn with rage. His blood began to boil, and he forgot himself in his anger. His words were drenched with hatred as he spat the demon's name:
"Hello, Reiko."
-End Chapter-
A/N:
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