Cacti-chan: Once again, not a great chapter. This is my first fanfic and
I'm trying! I'm just not great at this.@_@ Oh well, enjoy!
A Dragon's Dilemma
Chapter 3
The once delicate, blue room had been totally destroyed. Not by youkai, or reikai, or anything like that, but by one VERY ticked off demon-gone- teenage-girl who had just found out she no longer HAD the aforementioned abilities. She was currently seething in the middle of the floor, brown eyes flashing an almost red color as she gazed at the wreckage.
~Sheesh. You could calm DOWN a little y'know.~ A voice muttered in Hiei's head. ~Calm down? Calm DOWN?!~ She replied furiously. ~I am in a another person's body. On top of that, its FEMALE, HUMAN AND HAS NO ABILITIES WHATSOEVER~ Hiei mentally 'yelled' back. The voice shrunk into a sulky silence, and eventually faded away, as if 'asleep'.
Hiei glared at the wreckage for awhile and caused a bit more before she finally calmed down enough to realize what she was wearing. She thought she'd be sick. It was (surprise surprise) Blue. Hiei decided that by the end of this ordeal, he was going to hate that color. Grumbling, she began looking for something more. . . black.
When she finally found the closet amidst the piles of torn down blue, she opened it. To her great dismay, most of it was blue. Or frilly. Or lacy. Or a dress. She shuddered and began looking for something else.
At last, she found something. It wasn't black, Hiei couldn't find anything black, but it was at least navy blue. And Frill-free. And lace-free. And didn't even remotely resemble a dress. Slightly relieved, though she didn't look it, she reached up to tie instinctively tie a head band around her forehead, not realizing that she no longer had her Jagan Eye.
Now that she was somewhat over the shock, and had caused enough damage to be comfortable with, Hiei began to try and figure out what happened. Now, Hiei wasn't stupid. 300 hundred years or so made you rather intelligent, if a bit short-tempered nonetheless. Hiei knew she was in someone else's body. . .and that somehow, her spirit had somehow began to share with the remains of another spirit. A Human spirit. A Female spirit. Angrily, Hiei exited the room, slamming the door behind her.
As she walked down the hall, she noticed another mirror. She paused a minute and stared angrily at it, wondering what twisted demon had seen it fit to curse her into this form. No, scratch that. What deity. "KOENMA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" The mirror became many mini-mirrors, courtesy of Hiei's fist. She'd forgotten the fact that she had no powers, and immediately yanked her fist back, staring at it fascination. How could she be this weak, she, who had summoned a black dragon of flame without a hint of blood, be bleeding so much from mere glass shards? As she was pondering, a middle aged woman in a brown dress and apron bustled into the hall, and then gasped in shock. Her graying-brown hair was in a tight bun on top of her head and she ran over to Hiei.
"My dear, what on earth are you doing? You are not well, you should be in bed!" She took a look at her clothes and gasped in horror. "My DEAR child, your thinking must be even more affected by the illness then we thought. . .imagine, such awful fashion sense!"
Hiei gave the woman her patented glare, but she didn't seem to notice. Finally, irritated with the woman's endless chatter, she growled softly. "I'm FINE." The woman stopped and inspected her carefully, placing a hand on Hiei's forehead. She jumped, but only because she thought her Jagan was still there. It was with a sickening realization that she understood it wasn't. The woman stopped talking for a moment, which was a relief.
"You're right, your fever IS gone. . .and so suddenly, astonishing!" Her eyes traveled up and she squeaked indignantly. "Your HAIR! What have you DONE to it?" She said, horrified, pointing to Hiei's bangs, which were white.quite a bit like his starburst. "You're MUCH to young to be dying your hair."
Hiei refrained from commenting that she was MUCH older then this fusspot, but realized she didn't want a ningen to know she was a demon trapped in a female's body. . .it was much to humiliating. "It was. . .an effect of the illness?" She muttered.
The woman seemed satisfied with her answer, and nodded. "Well dear, if you are well, then I'd best go inform your mother and father."
~My. WHAT?~ Was all Hiei could think before the woman was gone again, leaving a very confused no-longer-demon with a bleeding hand and one too many thoughts.
Author's Notes: Yes its short and yes it's a filler chapter. . .but I'm debating. I need your help! Should Hiei ((Or rather, Hehai Yumiara)) have to go to Kurama's highschool? Or something else. I need suggestions!
A Dragon's Dilemma
Chapter 3
The once delicate, blue room had been totally destroyed. Not by youkai, or reikai, or anything like that, but by one VERY ticked off demon-gone- teenage-girl who had just found out she no longer HAD the aforementioned abilities. She was currently seething in the middle of the floor, brown eyes flashing an almost red color as she gazed at the wreckage.
~Sheesh. You could calm DOWN a little y'know.~ A voice muttered in Hiei's head. ~Calm down? Calm DOWN?!~ She replied furiously. ~I am in a another person's body. On top of that, its FEMALE, HUMAN AND HAS NO ABILITIES WHATSOEVER~ Hiei mentally 'yelled' back. The voice shrunk into a sulky silence, and eventually faded away, as if 'asleep'.
Hiei glared at the wreckage for awhile and caused a bit more before she finally calmed down enough to realize what she was wearing. She thought she'd be sick. It was (surprise surprise) Blue. Hiei decided that by the end of this ordeal, he was going to hate that color. Grumbling, she began looking for something more. . . black.
When she finally found the closet amidst the piles of torn down blue, she opened it. To her great dismay, most of it was blue. Or frilly. Or lacy. Or a dress. She shuddered and began looking for something else.
At last, she found something. It wasn't black, Hiei couldn't find anything black, but it was at least navy blue. And Frill-free. And lace-free. And didn't even remotely resemble a dress. Slightly relieved, though she didn't look it, she reached up to tie instinctively tie a head band around her forehead, not realizing that she no longer had her Jagan Eye.
Now that she was somewhat over the shock, and had caused enough damage to be comfortable with, Hiei began to try and figure out what happened. Now, Hiei wasn't stupid. 300 hundred years or so made you rather intelligent, if a bit short-tempered nonetheless. Hiei knew she was in someone else's body. . .and that somehow, her spirit had somehow began to share with the remains of another spirit. A Human spirit. A Female spirit. Angrily, Hiei exited the room, slamming the door behind her.
As she walked down the hall, she noticed another mirror. She paused a minute and stared angrily at it, wondering what twisted demon had seen it fit to curse her into this form. No, scratch that. What deity. "KOENMA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" The mirror became many mini-mirrors, courtesy of Hiei's fist. She'd forgotten the fact that she had no powers, and immediately yanked her fist back, staring at it fascination. How could she be this weak, she, who had summoned a black dragon of flame without a hint of blood, be bleeding so much from mere glass shards? As she was pondering, a middle aged woman in a brown dress and apron bustled into the hall, and then gasped in shock. Her graying-brown hair was in a tight bun on top of her head and she ran over to Hiei.
"My dear, what on earth are you doing? You are not well, you should be in bed!" She took a look at her clothes and gasped in horror. "My DEAR child, your thinking must be even more affected by the illness then we thought. . .imagine, such awful fashion sense!"
Hiei gave the woman her patented glare, but she didn't seem to notice. Finally, irritated with the woman's endless chatter, she growled softly. "I'm FINE." The woman stopped and inspected her carefully, placing a hand on Hiei's forehead. She jumped, but only because she thought her Jagan was still there. It was with a sickening realization that she understood it wasn't. The woman stopped talking for a moment, which was a relief.
"You're right, your fever IS gone. . .and so suddenly, astonishing!" Her eyes traveled up and she squeaked indignantly. "Your HAIR! What have you DONE to it?" She said, horrified, pointing to Hiei's bangs, which were white.quite a bit like his starburst. "You're MUCH to young to be dying your hair."
Hiei refrained from commenting that she was MUCH older then this fusspot, but realized she didn't want a ningen to know she was a demon trapped in a female's body. . .it was much to humiliating. "It was. . .an effect of the illness?" She muttered.
The woman seemed satisfied with her answer, and nodded. "Well dear, if you are well, then I'd best go inform your mother and father."
~My. WHAT?~ Was all Hiei could think before the woman was gone again, leaving a very confused no-longer-demon with a bleeding hand and one too many thoughts.
Author's Notes: Yes its short and yes it's a filler chapter. . .but I'm debating. I need your help! Should Hiei ((Or rather, Hehai Yumiara)) have to go to Kurama's highschool? Or something else. I need suggestions!