Oh my god, here is it. The last chapter for this story. I'd like to thank all my reviewers, for their honest and awesome words of encouragement, and for helping me write this fic. Once again, I'd like to thank ReaperDemon for giving me the idea for the word for the letter X and for the letter Q. I'd also like to thank ChuyaDud for giving me the word for the letter Z. Both X and Z were so hard to come up with, so once again, big shout out to those guys who helped me out with them.
Z is for Zealous.
It was unnerving. How else could he even describe it? Astounding? Overwhelming? Shocking? Disturbing?
He didn't even know where to begin it.
He could also describe it as typical. Yes, typical. Predictable, normal, classic her.
She was notorious for doing the kind of stuff that she did: volunteering at the local animal shelter, reading to small children at what humans called a library, donating clothing to good will, giving out food to the homeless, even offering depressed souls comfort before she took them to the after-life.
She always had the will and the desire to do good, and she never expected anything back. Ever.
He remembered when she had offered to help an elderly woman with her heavy grocery bags, by carrying them to her car. The old woman was so grateful, that she actually tried giving the (younger looking) blue haired woman a tip in cash, to which she simply smiled, shook her head, and said, "Oh no, ma'am, that won't be necessary. I don't expect anything in return, I merely wanted to give you a helping hand."
When she accidently bumped into a little boy and made him drop his ice cream, she felt so terrible that she bought him a new one. His mother tried paying her back, but she wouldn't have it, only stating that the entire thing was her fault, and that no little boy should "have to lose a delicious thing of ice cream because of clumsy little me!"
When the detective and his mate broke up for the umpteenth time (course, they were always getting back together), she stayed up all night long on the phone consoling Keiko, and would visit her house several times. She would also visit Yusuke's. Never once did she take sides, or scold the other. She merely offered kind words and support.
When she was about to ferry an old woman to Spirit World, she listened as the woman talked for hours, about her life, the man she fell in love with, and the child that she lost when the kid was so young. How the loss of her child destroyed her! But, the blue haired ferry girl put a comforting hand on the old woman's shoulder, and with a smile, she said, "You don't need to hurt anymore. Your daughter is looking forward to seeing you."
He didn't know anyone who was so inclined to do good, to do the right thing. With other people that he met, it came at the price. There had to be something in it for them, always.
But for her, it was like second nature. He was sure that if he looked up the word 'saint' in what those humans called a dictionary, he'd see her picture right next to the word. In fact, it honestly wouldn't surprise him if he did.
Someone like her truly did belong in heaven.
It wasn't just her looks that mesmerized him, it was her personality as well. It was her cheerful and kind nature, always willing and wanting to help others in need. If a small child was frustrated because they couldn't tie their shoe, she'd show them how. If a woman needed help with her groceries, she would help them. If one of her friends were feeling lonely and depressed, she'd show up to their door in a heartbeat.
She may have been annoying, loud and bothersome. She may have been a blabbermouth, nosy and sneaky.
But she was also kind-hearted, caring and loving.
And now, after so many years of knowing her, he could finally admit that, without fear, resentment or hesitation, that he appreciated her so much, and actually loved the fact that she was in his life.
And it's done! Once again, I'd like to thank all my reviewers.
On another note, I am planning to do another Hiei/Botan story. Do any of you remember my chapter titled H is for Hero? I have Botan say that Hiei saved her from a blast of lightning that a demon shot at her. I'm thinking of writing a one-shot about that.
However, because I will be going to Japan for Spring Break with my class, I will most likely not be bringing my computer with me. So, don't expect anything until after I get back to the states. I'll probably start writing it before I leave, just don't expect it to be up until after Spring Break.
Once again, thank you to everybody who read and reviewed!