Oy! Darkdemon here!

HELLO ALL READERS! I apologize for the delay in chapter output! I'm losing my spark but do not fear, i will regain it. Because...i don't know

yet, but it will come to me. My creative writing teacher wants me to write a screenplay about what drives me to write. So in order to do so,

I'd have to make it a play about Anime! I think I may put parts of it up here just to see what people think. IDK. Anyways here's:

Chapter Eleven: Understanding

Au revoir avec amour,

Darkdemon

Aka: Nick

Pain was all I could feel and yet I felt better knowing he was with me.

I couldn't see his face clearly, my vision blurred by my tears of pain.

I couldn't feel his arms properly, my senses haywire from the pain shooting through my body.

I could sense him.

I could sense his urgency.

I could sense his fear.

It made this experience less terrifying knowing that he was there with me, that he had come when I had first cried out, and that he was the one now rushing to save me.

This demon was different because...he cared.

I don't know how long I stayed in this painful stupor. All I know is I can feel him.

My eyes would no longer open on my command and I couldn't hear very much except for the rhythmic beating of my heart pounding in my head.

My mouth wouldn't move except to allow me to house the breathing tube that was now stuffed down my throat. I could smell the blood and death that surrounded me in this hospital. I hated hospitals with a passion.

My arms were sore from the poking and prodding they had to do to get the IV in.

My legs were sore from disuse.

My mind couldn't think straight with all of the drugs they were pumping into my system, and despite all of this, I could still feel his nearness. Of course I could feel Ren too, but he was expected to be there with me. I am his sister and the only family he has left anymore.

"Hiei, you…"

"….you detect…"

"Sai….will….die"

Broken sentences came together to tell me this one truth.

Would I die?

Did they honestly believe there was nothing they could do to save me?

I wanted to cry at the thought but couldn't muster up the will to. I wasn't an emotional person. I hated feelings because emotions made you weak, made you vulnerable, made you human. I struggled with my body to regain control to show them I had the strength to live. I wanted to show them I was not some weak, fragile child who did not have the will to live, to fight, to survive.

"Her heart rate's increasing!"

"Her brain waves are off the charts!"

No longer were the sentences broken but the voices were not ones I recognized. I focused all of my energy on opening my eyes and found the task draining until finally piercing light filtered into my vision.

"She's waking up!"

"Doctor!"

"Saiyomi!" I recognized my brother's voice mixed with the many unknown voices and I choked as I tried to breathe. The breathing tube suddenly felt constricting and I felt panic rise in my stomach.

"You're fine." I looked up and saw his emotionless face smirking at me. I wanted to glare but I could muster up enough anger to. Ren's face appeared in place of his and a smile crossed his features.

"Sai, you're ok!" His voice was annoying to my now sensitive hearing and I winced at the sound of it.

"Step aside, sir. I think we can pull that tube out." An elderly nurse stepped in front of Ren and smiled at me.

"This may cause a little discomfort."

Saiyomi hunched over the toilet,vomiting what little she had in her stomach up. I felt sorry for her. I held her hair back as I stroked her back in a soothing manner.

"Little discomfort, my ass." She muttered as she sat back, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her hospital gown. I chuckled as she glared at me.

"Aww, come on! You gotta admit this is kinda funny!" I joked and she balled up her fist, punching me on the top of my head in her anger. I sighed as I rubbed the sore area and she groaned as she clutched her stomach. Then she was hunched back over the toilet and I was once again holding her hair for her.

"Dake!" I looked up toward the entrance of the bathroom and saw Urameshi with a smirk on his face. I positioned my body to block my sister's exposed back and he frowned.

"I was lookin' at that!" He mumbled before my glare cut him off.

"What do you want, Urameshi? I'm kinda busy!" I questioned as my sister was quiet for the moment as well.

"Koenma needs to see you. He says Hiei can take care of your sister while you talk to him." I stared at him for a moment as I felt Saiyomi tense behind me. She did not like demons.

"Isn't there a human around here that's not a pervert that can take care of her?" I asked, hoping there was.

"Uhh...Kurama is in human form!"

"No! He's a demon!" I growled and turned to Saiyomi with an apologetic face.

"Sai..."

"Oh fine. I can handle Spitfire." She mumbled darkly and I nodded my head.

"Alright, where is he?" I looked back to the door and found Urameshi gone. In his place stood the very demon who had rushed to save my sister. His stoic features grated my nerves but I left my sister in his care nonetheless. Maybe I wouldn't regret it.

I felt miserable. I couldn't keep the contents in my stomach where they belonged; in my stomach. Everything I had eaten through that blasted IV tube was now coming up my throat and out of my mouth, leaving a disgusting and burning after taste.

"You look pathetic." I turned to glare at the demon as he bent down next to me. His eyes were cold and his features were distant. Just as I went to retaliate, I felt the horrible bile rise up again and I hugged the toilet. To my surprise he pulled my hair away from my face and tied it back with something. He tried to rub my back and only ended up scratching it, but he seemed tense enough without me pointing this out. I sat back, rubbing my mouth on the sleeve of my disgusting and revealing hospital gown as he stared at me. His eyes were wide as he gingerly reached up to my cheeks with his fingers. When he pulled back, his fingers were moist. I used the back of my hand to wipe the rest of my tears away from my cheeks.

"It's called tears and they fall when you throw up." I explained and he smirked.

"You still look pathetic." He answered as I growled softly, the movement painful. I winced and he sighed in exasperation.

"Stop moving so much." He warned as I looked up at him in frustration. My eyes widened when I actually looked at his face. He smirked at my shock and I groped around the back of my head until I felt the fabric holding my hair back.

"You..." I couldn't finish my sentence as tears welled in my eyes and fell down my face. He rolled his eyes, all three of them, and I sniffed.

"You ass." I mumbled as his body shook with a dark laughter.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual." He growled back and he smirked. He grabbed the back of my head, taking a hold of the bandana and pulled me forward, until I was crying into his shoulder. I tensed at this action but gripped his shirt tightly.

"Why?" I asked through my sobs.

"You are human." He said it as if it explained everything. That was how Ren found us upon his return.

A human, who hated demons, crying into a human-hating demon's shoulder because against all we knew, he understood.

He understood me.