Five reviews? Wow, everyone must really like my Keiko/Hiei fics. Oops!
Wasn't supposed to tell you that. Anyway, here's the first part of the
story. The other thing was an intro or something. Don't worry, it won't be
in someone's POV in every chapter. I was just trying it out, I'm not too
good with those.
Thanks for the reviews!
Inu-kun: Jessie doesn't own Yu Yu Hakusho
***Keiko's Guardian*** Part One
Keiko sighed as she looked out the window of the classroom. She normally was paying attention to the teacher's every word, but today, she felt restless. In fact, for the past week it felt like someone was following her. She entertained herself by imagining a black guardian angel watching over her. Why, do you ask? Every time she felt like she was being watched, she would glance around and see a small flash of black out of the corner of her eye. She sighed again and jotted down the homework questions, glancing out of the window again. She paused and she looked slightly closer at a tree branch near the window. She could have sworn that she had seen two ruby eyes looking at her through the leaves.
She turned away and quickly worked on her homework, waiting anxiously for the bell to ring and signal that classes were over. She packed up her things when she had finished all of her homework, then looked at the clock again. She almost groaned, seeing that there was still about twenty minutes left. She sighed, looking at the ceiling in her boredom. A picture came to her mind, the black angel.
She shrugged mentally and took out some paper. She slowly started to draw, knowing that she wasn't meant to be an artist. Black hair falling to his shoulders, large black tattered wings, a black coat and boots. She frowned at the picture, erasing his hair and redrawing it into spikes. She colored his eyes a red color and looked at her picture. It seemed to be missing something, but she couldn't think of what. She looked up, startled, when the bell rang, She slipped the picture into her bag, leaving the classroom.
She walked down the sidewalk, swinging her bag back and forth slightly. She paused for a moment, feeling the familar feeling of being watched but it seemed to be a sense of dread that made her stop. She looked around, and was quite surprised to see that she was completely alone. She heard a small snap and footsteps, whirling around to see no one behind her. She turned and started running home. She heard some footsteps behind her, as though someone was chasing her.
She was panting and slowing down, not used to running so fast for so long. Eventually she leaned against a wall, breathing in deeply. She heard a dark chuckle and whirled around in time to see something lunge at her. She screamed, falling to her knees and bringing her arms up defensively to protect her face. She felt a small breeze, and peeked out between her arms to see a black-haired man slice some green-skinned creature into little pieces. He sheathed his katana, turning to see her over his shoulder.
She stared at him for several moments, memorising his face in awe. Dark blue hair pointed up in spikes, a white star pattern just over his bangs, crimson eyes peering at her, a white bandana covering his forehead. His muscular yet slim form was covered by a black coat, it bein glong enough for her to barely see some of his pants and his feet. His hands were thrust in his pockets, his face impassive as he studied her.
Her hair had grown alittle longer, and came slightly past her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear, surprise, and awe. She had fallen to her knees in an attempt to protect herself, which he found to be slightly impressive. Her skirt was flared around her, her bookbag had fallen to the side, and a piece of paper had fallen out as well. Curious, Hiei reached down and picked it up, looking at it coldly. She had drawn a crude picture of him, with wings. He was surprised that she had seen enough of him to draw the picture. She didn't see his katana or Jagen though.
Keiko sat on the ground, her mind a blank. She didn't even twitch when he picked up the picture of him. She blinked, suddenly realising that she was sitting on the ground while her "guardian angel" looked through her things. She got up, dusting off her skirt and picked up her bookbag. "Thanks alot, er, what's your name?" she asked politely. He snorted, throwing the picture at her coldly.
"Hiei," he said sulkily. He thrust his hands in his pockets again, looking off to the distance.
"Thanks again, Hiei." she bowed slightly, respectfully, and dashed away, her cheeks slightly pink. ~What is this feeling? Am I falling in love with Hiei?~ she wondered, eyes wide. ~I thought I loved Yusuke, but he's never made me feel like this before.~
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There you go. I'm at a bit of a writer's block, not sure what to put into the next chapter. Please give me ideas! Thanks again for the reviews.
Thanks for the reviews!
Inu-kun: Jessie doesn't own Yu Yu Hakusho
***Keiko's Guardian*** Part One
Keiko sighed as she looked out the window of the classroom. She normally was paying attention to the teacher's every word, but today, she felt restless. In fact, for the past week it felt like someone was following her. She entertained herself by imagining a black guardian angel watching over her. Why, do you ask? Every time she felt like she was being watched, she would glance around and see a small flash of black out of the corner of her eye. She sighed again and jotted down the homework questions, glancing out of the window again. She paused and she looked slightly closer at a tree branch near the window. She could have sworn that she had seen two ruby eyes looking at her through the leaves.
She turned away and quickly worked on her homework, waiting anxiously for the bell to ring and signal that classes were over. She packed up her things when she had finished all of her homework, then looked at the clock again. She almost groaned, seeing that there was still about twenty minutes left. She sighed, looking at the ceiling in her boredom. A picture came to her mind, the black angel.
She shrugged mentally and took out some paper. She slowly started to draw, knowing that she wasn't meant to be an artist. Black hair falling to his shoulders, large black tattered wings, a black coat and boots. She frowned at the picture, erasing his hair and redrawing it into spikes. She colored his eyes a red color and looked at her picture. It seemed to be missing something, but she couldn't think of what. She looked up, startled, when the bell rang, She slipped the picture into her bag, leaving the classroom.
She walked down the sidewalk, swinging her bag back and forth slightly. She paused for a moment, feeling the familar feeling of being watched but it seemed to be a sense of dread that made her stop. She looked around, and was quite surprised to see that she was completely alone. She heard a small snap and footsteps, whirling around to see no one behind her. She turned and started running home. She heard some footsteps behind her, as though someone was chasing her.
She was panting and slowing down, not used to running so fast for so long. Eventually she leaned against a wall, breathing in deeply. She heard a dark chuckle and whirled around in time to see something lunge at her. She screamed, falling to her knees and bringing her arms up defensively to protect her face. She felt a small breeze, and peeked out between her arms to see a black-haired man slice some green-skinned creature into little pieces. He sheathed his katana, turning to see her over his shoulder.
She stared at him for several moments, memorising his face in awe. Dark blue hair pointed up in spikes, a white star pattern just over his bangs, crimson eyes peering at her, a white bandana covering his forehead. His muscular yet slim form was covered by a black coat, it bein glong enough for her to barely see some of his pants and his feet. His hands were thrust in his pockets, his face impassive as he studied her.
Her hair had grown alittle longer, and came slightly past her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear, surprise, and awe. She had fallen to her knees in an attempt to protect herself, which he found to be slightly impressive. Her skirt was flared around her, her bookbag had fallen to the side, and a piece of paper had fallen out as well. Curious, Hiei reached down and picked it up, looking at it coldly. She had drawn a crude picture of him, with wings. He was surprised that she had seen enough of him to draw the picture. She didn't see his katana or Jagen though.
Keiko sat on the ground, her mind a blank. She didn't even twitch when he picked up the picture of him. She blinked, suddenly realising that she was sitting on the ground while her "guardian angel" looked through her things. She got up, dusting off her skirt and picked up her bookbag. "Thanks alot, er, what's your name?" she asked politely. He snorted, throwing the picture at her coldly.
"Hiei," he said sulkily. He thrust his hands in his pockets again, looking off to the distance.
"Thanks again, Hiei." she bowed slightly, respectfully, and dashed away, her cheeks slightly pink. ~What is this feeling? Am I falling in love with Hiei?~ she wondered, eyes wide. ~I thought I loved Yusuke, but he's never made me feel like this before.~
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There you go. I'm at a bit of a writer's block, not sure what to put into the next chapter. Please give me ideas! Thanks again for the reviews.