Kikira-san: *sigh*
Kurama: procrastinator
Kikira-san: I know! I'm sorry! I am half way done with the third chappie of CATUH (its initials duh!)
Hiei: liar!
Kikira-san: !! No really!!
Kurama: Hiei just do the disclaimer so she'll get back to doing what she is supposed to be doing.
Kikira-san: *cough yeah right cough*
Hiei: she doesn't own us, YYH, or anything related.
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Well here we are. Sitting against a tree. I would be sitting in the tree but my body is basically crying out against all movement. I reach carefully into the tattered remains of my cloak and draw out a cigarette. Not one of the ningien kinds. It's a Makai cigarette. Twice as bad and much sweeter. I stuck it into my mouth and concentrate on lighting it on fire with the last of my ki.
To an outsider, hell to anybody, it probably would have looked pretty funny. I was sitting there covered in blood, my clothes tattered remains of a fight, surrounded by dead bodies, my eyes crossed staring at the end of a cigarette trying to light it. Of course the first three things would have made most pity me. Agh I hate pity. Complete waste of my time and their's. Wise people avoid what causes undo trouble. However that is simply not how anyone is. This may seem stupid to everyone else. Thinking about something completely pointless when I am sitting here dying of blood loss. However I prefer it to blindly fearing what I don't even know.
I asked not to be reincarnated. I went to Koenma. He said that if I wasn't I might have to spend the rest of my after life in hell. I'm supposed to decide about that. I just let it go. It's weird when you think about it. My life really was hell. I won't go into boring details. Wouldn't it be better to get a new one. No not for me. I don't assume what I did in a past life to get this one. I am not afraid of another life. Or I don't believe I am. Feelings can be hidden so deeply its hard to recognize their original form. I'm just so tired. I'd rather be with my mother. I suppose she might be in hell for committing suicide. I would like to be with her.
I have considered what would happen if I died and didn't come back. Yukina would be in danger. However I doubt that I would even know her in a new form. I make no hopeful guesses on us being twins. Who knows how deep reincarnation cuts? So I asked for hell. Koenma didn't give me an affirmative of negative. He just had my file pulled and sent me away. I hate the way he does that, but it is his job I can respect that if not him.
I honestly don't know why I am bothering to think about this. They're going to find me and bring me back to life anyway. The Rekai Tantei is so good at missions that don't really matter. Sighing bitterly I tossed the cigarette and search for another.
I can sense three ki's and hear three voices crying out my name. I shrink back in the shadows when I see Botan fly over. I don't want to be found just yet. I found another cigarette I'd rather smoke it first. I rarely ever smoke now. If they find out they'd probably have a long blabber about it. If I live.
I'd think about the others and how I felt about them. But it should be obscenely obvious and if it isn't that just how I felt like expressing myself. I doubt it matters now.
I wonder if my father is dead. I hope so. Then I can beat his ass! Damn bastard. He didn't have to be their for me. He should have been their for Hina and Yukina. I wonder if you can feel pain when your dead. I can only assume so considering the ghosts that we have beaten.
I feel surprisingly cold. I can't use my ki to warm me. I'm basically using my life force to light my last cigarette.
My coherent thought is leaving to. I can't even keep a steady train of thought.
I think one of the youki's raped me. I could be wrong. More likely it's just childhood memories coming back to haunt me. Oh yes childhood! Don't we all wish we could go back? Now I'm developing a sense of humor. Well it doesn't matter I see three blurry forms coming toward me and Botan is hovering above my tree. I'd shake my fist at her but I'm too tired. Besides this was my last cigarette.
Oh look everything's going dark. What impeccable timing.
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Hiei: you're twisted on so many levels
Kikira-san: ^-^ I know
Kurama: well u managed to mention every sad aspect of Hiei you could think of along with your own ideals for a truly horrid story
Kikira-san: I'm so proud of me!
Hiei: I hate u
Kikira-san: I know
A/N: FLAME ME DAMMIT! PLEASE!!! FLAME ME! IT SUCKED ASS I KNOW!! FLAME! OR REVIEW BUT U SHOULD REALLY JUST FLAME ME!
Kurama: procrastinator
Kikira-san: I know! I'm sorry! I am half way done with the third chappie of CATUH (its initials duh!)
Hiei: liar!
Kikira-san: !! No really!!
Kurama: Hiei just do the disclaimer so she'll get back to doing what she is supposed to be doing.
Kikira-san: *cough yeah right cough*
Hiei: she doesn't own us, YYH, or anything related.
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Well here we are. Sitting against a tree. I would be sitting in the tree but my body is basically crying out against all movement. I reach carefully into the tattered remains of my cloak and draw out a cigarette. Not one of the ningien kinds. It's a Makai cigarette. Twice as bad and much sweeter. I stuck it into my mouth and concentrate on lighting it on fire with the last of my ki.
To an outsider, hell to anybody, it probably would have looked pretty funny. I was sitting there covered in blood, my clothes tattered remains of a fight, surrounded by dead bodies, my eyes crossed staring at the end of a cigarette trying to light it. Of course the first three things would have made most pity me. Agh I hate pity. Complete waste of my time and their's. Wise people avoid what causes undo trouble. However that is simply not how anyone is. This may seem stupid to everyone else. Thinking about something completely pointless when I am sitting here dying of blood loss. However I prefer it to blindly fearing what I don't even know.
I asked not to be reincarnated. I went to Koenma. He said that if I wasn't I might have to spend the rest of my after life in hell. I'm supposed to decide about that. I just let it go. It's weird when you think about it. My life really was hell. I won't go into boring details. Wouldn't it be better to get a new one. No not for me. I don't assume what I did in a past life to get this one. I am not afraid of another life. Or I don't believe I am. Feelings can be hidden so deeply its hard to recognize their original form. I'm just so tired. I'd rather be with my mother. I suppose she might be in hell for committing suicide. I would like to be with her.
I have considered what would happen if I died and didn't come back. Yukina would be in danger. However I doubt that I would even know her in a new form. I make no hopeful guesses on us being twins. Who knows how deep reincarnation cuts? So I asked for hell. Koenma didn't give me an affirmative of negative. He just had my file pulled and sent me away. I hate the way he does that, but it is his job I can respect that if not him.
I honestly don't know why I am bothering to think about this. They're going to find me and bring me back to life anyway. The Rekai Tantei is so good at missions that don't really matter. Sighing bitterly I tossed the cigarette and search for another.
I can sense three ki's and hear three voices crying out my name. I shrink back in the shadows when I see Botan fly over. I don't want to be found just yet. I found another cigarette I'd rather smoke it first. I rarely ever smoke now. If they find out they'd probably have a long blabber about it. If I live.
I'd think about the others and how I felt about them. But it should be obscenely obvious and if it isn't that just how I felt like expressing myself. I doubt it matters now.
I wonder if my father is dead. I hope so. Then I can beat his ass! Damn bastard. He didn't have to be their for me. He should have been their for Hina and Yukina. I wonder if you can feel pain when your dead. I can only assume so considering the ghosts that we have beaten.
I feel surprisingly cold. I can't use my ki to warm me. I'm basically using my life force to light my last cigarette.
My coherent thought is leaving to. I can't even keep a steady train of thought.
I think one of the youki's raped me. I could be wrong. More likely it's just childhood memories coming back to haunt me. Oh yes childhood! Don't we all wish we could go back? Now I'm developing a sense of humor. Well it doesn't matter I see three blurry forms coming toward me and Botan is hovering above my tree. I'd shake my fist at her but I'm too tired. Besides this was my last cigarette.
Oh look everything's going dark. What impeccable timing.
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Hiei: you're twisted on so many levels
Kikira-san: ^-^ I know
Kurama: well u managed to mention every sad aspect of Hiei you could think of along with your own ideals for a truly horrid story
Kikira-san: I'm so proud of me!
Hiei: I hate u
Kikira-san: I know
A/N: FLAME ME DAMMIT! PLEASE!!! FLAME ME! IT SUCKED ASS I KNOW!! FLAME! OR REVIEW BUT U SHOULD REALLY JUST FLAME ME!