(A/N: I really don't have much to say to you all. Just . . . thanks for
the reviews, they are great.)
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Chapter 5:
Hiei looked around all the half-constructed buildings. Kurama was in one of these buildings, where he didn't know, but somewhere.
Kizashi closed her eyes, trying to sense the phantom, but it was harder now that it had taken form.
Hiei softly said 'hn' and started searching, not noticing that Kizashi wasn't moving, a pained expression on her face.
Memories flooded her mind, blocking her from finding the phantom.
Blood splattered the cement as the phantom killed her parents right before her eyes.
"No . . ." she whispered at the sight of her parents mutilated bodies that filled her mind.
The cold touch of the phantom as she walked alone, no family, no friends.
Hiei's voice suddenly broke through.
"Kizashi, get moving."
She tried, but she couldn't as a new memory flashed.
The cold disapproval in Hiei's eyes as they first met. He never had liked her, even though she had always felt something for him. So many times she had tried to make the disapproval go away, but it never had . . . she never understood why Hiei had hated her so.
She felt hot with anger. Anger with everything that had happened lately. She was also angry about how she felt about Kurama. It was just the same as when she had fallen for Hiei. Somehow it was different though, but she couldn't decide how.
Hiei looked back at Kizashi. Tears were streaming down her face as she ran toward a building.
"I already looked there!" He yelled.
Kizashi didn't seem to be listening. She ran through the open door and disappeared from sight.
"Kizashi? Get back here!" Hiei yelled again. When she didn't come back, he ran after her.
The inside of the building was dark, but Hiei could make out the dark form of Kizashi.
"I told you I already looked in here, baka." He hissed.
Kizashi turned around, her eyes glowing brightly in the dark. "You still hate me, don't you?"
"What?"
"You still hate me, right? When we first met, I could tell that you hated me."
Hiei shook his head in disbelief. "Baka, discuss this some other time, we need to find Kurama right now."
Kizashi leaned against the wall. "Jaganshi, please, just tell me!"
The little fire demon hit his fist against the wall. He opened his mouth to say something when the hole he had pounded in the wall revealed an opening into another room. Moonlight glinted off a raised sword.
Two swords flashed out and demolished the wall the rest of the way, causing the person with the sword to turn.
Kizashi found herself face to face with herself. The other snarled and launched itself at her.
Hiei rushed to his friend's side.
"Kurama, are you alright?" Hiei asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." Kurama said nodding. "What is going on?"
"It looks like Kizashi is finally facing that phantom."
The two moved in perfect harmony. The only way to tell them apart was the phantom's sword was closer to black than silver. As Kizashi attacked, the phantom would block at the exact same time. They seemed to be reading each other's minds as they fought.
"Remember your parents?" The phantom hissed. "I shall do the same to you as I did to them. You shall die painfully, screaming for me to finish you off in the end."
Kizashi let out a strangled sob and launched herself at the phantom, her sword held high. The fury of Kizashi's attack seemed to surprise the phantom shadow. It barely had time to raise the sword when Kizashi kicked it in the face.
The sword went spinning across the room as Kizashi raised the sword high.
"Master, mercy, please!" the shadow cried, cringing on the ground.
"I have shown you enough mercy through the years, more than you will ever deserve." Kizashi said in a harsh whisper. The sword flashed down and a scream rent the air.
The shadow died in the form of its master, then dissolved into nothing. The only thing that remained from it was the long black sword, which Kizashi picked up.
Hiei helped Kurama stand.
Kurama smiled at the girl. "Thank you, Kizashi."
Kizashi didn't reply she only cleaned the blood off of her sword, then started to leave.
"Wait." Hiei said.
The girl turned.
"Kizashi, I never hated you." He said softly. "Come back soon."
Nodding, Kizashi walked into the night, holding her two swords lightly in her battle-scarred hands.
(A/N: Ok, I hope you liked that, it took me forever to write. I can continue if anyone wants me to and if anyone wants to give me any ideas that would be cool. I really want to continue, so give me any ideas. I am willing to make anything happen, I just need a little input. Who knows, maybe the phantom shadow can play a role even now that its gone . . . so ideas people!!! If not, that was the end.
~ Kit
Disclaimer: blah . . .
Chapter 5:
Hiei looked around all the half-constructed buildings. Kurama was in one of these buildings, where he didn't know, but somewhere.
Kizashi closed her eyes, trying to sense the phantom, but it was harder now that it had taken form.
Hiei softly said 'hn' and started searching, not noticing that Kizashi wasn't moving, a pained expression on her face.
Memories flooded her mind, blocking her from finding the phantom.
Blood splattered the cement as the phantom killed her parents right before her eyes.
"No . . ." she whispered at the sight of her parents mutilated bodies that filled her mind.
The cold touch of the phantom as she walked alone, no family, no friends.
Hiei's voice suddenly broke through.
"Kizashi, get moving."
She tried, but she couldn't as a new memory flashed.
The cold disapproval in Hiei's eyes as they first met. He never had liked her, even though she had always felt something for him. So many times she had tried to make the disapproval go away, but it never had . . . she never understood why Hiei had hated her so.
She felt hot with anger. Anger with everything that had happened lately. She was also angry about how she felt about Kurama. It was just the same as when she had fallen for Hiei. Somehow it was different though, but she couldn't decide how.
Hiei looked back at Kizashi. Tears were streaming down her face as she ran toward a building.
"I already looked there!" He yelled.
Kizashi didn't seem to be listening. She ran through the open door and disappeared from sight.
"Kizashi? Get back here!" Hiei yelled again. When she didn't come back, he ran after her.
The inside of the building was dark, but Hiei could make out the dark form of Kizashi.
"I told you I already looked in here, baka." He hissed.
Kizashi turned around, her eyes glowing brightly in the dark. "You still hate me, don't you?"
"What?"
"You still hate me, right? When we first met, I could tell that you hated me."
Hiei shook his head in disbelief. "Baka, discuss this some other time, we need to find Kurama right now."
Kizashi leaned against the wall. "Jaganshi, please, just tell me!"
The little fire demon hit his fist against the wall. He opened his mouth to say something when the hole he had pounded in the wall revealed an opening into another room. Moonlight glinted off a raised sword.
Two swords flashed out and demolished the wall the rest of the way, causing the person with the sword to turn.
Kizashi found herself face to face with herself. The other snarled and launched itself at her.
Hiei rushed to his friend's side.
"Kurama, are you alright?" Hiei asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." Kurama said nodding. "What is going on?"
"It looks like Kizashi is finally facing that phantom."
The two moved in perfect harmony. The only way to tell them apart was the phantom's sword was closer to black than silver. As Kizashi attacked, the phantom would block at the exact same time. They seemed to be reading each other's minds as they fought.
"Remember your parents?" The phantom hissed. "I shall do the same to you as I did to them. You shall die painfully, screaming for me to finish you off in the end."
Kizashi let out a strangled sob and launched herself at the phantom, her sword held high. The fury of Kizashi's attack seemed to surprise the phantom shadow. It barely had time to raise the sword when Kizashi kicked it in the face.
The sword went spinning across the room as Kizashi raised the sword high.
"Master, mercy, please!" the shadow cried, cringing on the ground.
"I have shown you enough mercy through the years, more than you will ever deserve." Kizashi said in a harsh whisper. The sword flashed down and a scream rent the air.
The shadow died in the form of its master, then dissolved into nothing. The only thing that remained from it was the long black sword, which Kizashi picked up.
Hiei helped Kurama stand.
Kurama smiled at the girl. "Thank you, Kizashi."
Kizashi didn't reply she only cleaned the blood off of her sword, then started to leave.
"Wait." Hiei said.
The girl turned.
"Kizashi, I never hated you." He said softly. "Come back soon."
Nodding, Kizashi walked into the night, holding her two swords lightly in her battle-scarred hands.
(A/N: Ok, I hope you liked that, it took me forever to write. I can continue if anyone wants me to and if anyone wants to give me any ideas that would be cool. I really want to continue, so give me any ideas. I am willing to make anything happen, I just need a little input. Who knows, maybe the phantom shadow can play a role even now that its gone . . . so ideas people!!! If not, that was the end.
~ Kit