Chapter 4:
Disclaimer: Same as always...
We left early that morning. Now we where on a train. Wasting time, trying to make the best of things. After the initial shock of having to return passed by me, I no longer felt sad. I was ready to go, and help out when I was needed.
I was noticing the same feelings in Kiaru, Hiei, and Kurama. Since Mirha didn't come, I really didn't know about her, but I had imagined that she would be alright.
We emptied our stuff in our rooms, and got situated. But before long, we had many difficulties. Heidi had seemed to have locked her self in her room, leaving Seta with no where to go. And Hiei was refusing to sleep with Kurama, because his room smelled like roses, and he was a male.
So, that night I had a knock on the door. Seta turned the knob and stepped in. She winced at the strong smell of nail polish. I was painting my nails, laying sprawled out on my bed. Kiaru had already left to go with Kurama, because the guys had been so stubborn about sleeping on the same bed. So I was stuck with Hiei for four nights. He was in a corner, re- wrapping his bandages.
"Ok... Your room is small, it smells like a salon, and Hiei has an odd weapon in every corner of the room. I'll try my luck with Kurama...." She smiled and closed the door.
I looked at Hiei, he was smirking. I think he liked being evil. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Your a psycho."
He looked at me odd. "And your not...?
I smiled, and looked back at my nails. "Damn. I messed up."
I wiped off the ruby nail polish that had strayed out of line. "Evil monkey nail polish." I brushed on the last nail, and held my hands from my face.
"No. I don't like it."
Hiei disagreed, of course. "It looks like blood."
I squinted at him. "Surely, you would like the lovely color of blood."
He nodded and picked up his sword. He ran his fingers over the blade, cutting his hands. "I cut myself today."
I was a little shocked.
"Kurama knows. My arm wouldn't listen to me when I was trying to practice before we left. I couldn't release the dragon. It had to be punished."
I swallowed hard. "Ok..."
"I read you mind Rai, I know you've done it before."
Damn him....
"Your swearing at me know."
DAMN HIM!
He smiled in a cruel way. "Stupid ningen women..."
I screamed in anger, and rolled over. I wrapped all the covers around my body, facing the wall. "Your sleeping on the floor."
"Fine. I'll just go and get Seta to share with you then..."
I winced. Seta was a nice person and all, just... a little... odd. I don't think she noticed that her clothes and vulgar language where inappropriate.
"No... She might want to make wild and passionate love to you on the dresser again. She can stay with Kurama..." Hiei blinked and looked at me. Seta had a thing for him, but I think he was a little bothered by her.
"Remember when she ate that bird in the park because it wouldn't stop tweeting?" I said.
"It was annoying." I pulled the covers away from my face, to see Hiei laying on the floor, in a pair of black baggy pants. His face was squished on the side, against the hard wood floor. Bags of makeup and my clothes scattered around him.
I glared at him. He didn't budge. His back facing me.
"..."
He shifted and smacked the back of his head off a chair. "DAMN IT..."
He growled and rubbed the back of his head.
"Hiei?"
"Hn."
"Are you ok?"
Even though I didn't see his face, I could tell he was scowling. "What do you think woman?"
Silence.
I swear you could hear the wheels of the train turning.
"Hiei..."
"WHAT?"
"Don't sleep on the floor. I wasn't serious."
He rolled over and glared from the ground.
I moved towards the thin wall.
I looked at him.
He glared back.
I glared.
We glared at each other.
He blinked first.
"HA, you LOSE."
Hiei mumbled and laid on the edge of the bed. "Fine. Be that way."
I ripped the covers out from under him and rolled my self in them like a cinnamon roll.
He started shivering almost immediately.
"You don't half to talk to be able to whine, do you...." I huffed and threw a ball of sheets at him.
"Stupid woman. You really have no back bone..."
I blinked, my eyes seeming clouded with anger. I knew I was mumbling about something, but I didn't seem to be worried about what was coming out of my mouth at the moment, but what I was thinking.
It felt good to know that I had friends to stick with through this. Even if I was going to share a room with Hiei for two nights. Come to think about it, I didn't know what I thought about Hiei anymore.
It used to be that I wanted him to get away form me, but the more time I spent with him, I didn't know in what way I liked him. I knew my face was red because he was so close to me, but I don't know what I feel.
'I- I like him...?'
I felt good to think that, but I knew it would never work. Hiei was anti-social and dark. He could have any person he wants. Why would he pick a short ugly, straggly haired person like me. I had no talents, and didn't have a job. To top it all off, I wasn't even that smart. I was trying to get into a decent college, while studying martial arts. that was pretty much it.
"I am SO pathetic!" I yelled out and threw my arms to my sides.
Hiei fidgeted beside me and looked at me out the corner of his eye.
I threw my arms down. "What will I do when we leave? I have no future!"
I made fists and brought my hands, which where coiled into tight balls, up to my face. I was so frustrated with my self. I had no good assets. No talent. I felt like such a loser compared to my friends. Hiei had mastered his skills in sword fighting, and stealth. He was swift and quiet, his every move seemed to be planned, but was in just a moments notice.
Same with Kurama, Mirha, and Kiaru. Kurama was a doctor, Mirha was a geisha, and Kiaru was...well, Kiaru. Then there was me. Average. That's it. Just your average Joe. I really was good at nothing.
I flopped onto my side and scowled. 'Damn these people and their talents...'
*POV Change (Hiei)*
Stupid girl. Why did she try so hard to make herself feel bad? But, I think she didn't have to try anymore. Maybe she had really given up with trying to figure out what she was attempting to be. I always listened to her thoughts. I found them interesting.
She loves me, she loves me not. That's pretty much all I hear about me. I don't understand these humans. They have such moronic emotions and high standards.
Loud and annoying is how Yuske and Koowabara are, but are much closer to touching base with 'normal' than me. I am a man slayer. It doesn't matter if I didn't act like it. I don't care if I kill. I'll always be the same inside, even if I didn't let my true colors show, they would eventually be predicted.
I remembered listening to her earlier. 'It used to be that I wanted him to get away form me, but the more time I spent with him, I didn't know in what way I liked him. I knew my face was red because he was so close to me, but I don't know what I feel.
'I- I like him...?'
I felt good to think that-'
Idiot.
Why didn't she ever know what she was doing. I don't know if she was trying to pretend happy, or be happy. I think she tries to hard to not be taken in by every one else's problems and become sadistic and hateful. She listens to rage music, swears, and likes to hurt others.
Her weak inner mind hurts her exterior. Even if she doesn't see it. When she thinks that she wants to be dark, and alone, she acts that way. But she doesn't feel right, at least that was what she thought. So she brightens up, and tries to be more open. But, then all of the people she met here reject her. They think she's changed.
I feel that she needs to let it go.
Buy the clothes she wants to buy, like what she wants, and do as she pleases.
I could never handle such a thing for my self. I know I wouldn't be here.
I stare at the ceiling. The train comes to a halt, as more passengers board. I hear the squeaking of the wheels, and we are off again.
As the lights in the hallway shut off, I look at the bright colors on the clock and wince. 12:06 AM. The florescent numbers burns my eyes.... 12:07 AM...
I turn my head to the side. Rai still had her hands to her eyes. I pulled them away slowly. She was on her left side, face on the hair that was covering her pillow. Her brown locks spread over the white pillow covering. Her tan skin seemed unusually pale, and her cheeks tear stained.
She was crying. I didn't notice, and I now felt bad.
What was I saying. I cared so much, but even if she was crying, I wouldn't be able to help. But when a serial killer looks you in the eye and says to stop crying, it comes off as a menacing threat.
I sigh and turn the light off. Maybe I should start trying to be different, like she had been trying to do so hard. Even if I really didn't care...
Disclaimer: Same as always...
We left early that morning. Now we where on a train. Wasting time, trying to make the best of things. After the initial shock of having to return passed by me, I no longer felt sad. I was ready to go, and help out when I was needed.
I was noticing the same feelings in Kiaru, Hiei, and Kurama. Since Mirha didn't come, I really didn't know about her, but I had imagined that she would be alright.
We emptied our stuff in our rooms, and got situated. But before long, we had many difficulties. Heidi had seemed to have locked her self in her room, leaving Seta with no where to go. And Hiei was refusing to sleep with Kurama, because his room smelled like roses, and he was a male.
So, that night I had a knock on the door. Seta turned the knob and stepped in. She winced at the strong smell of nail polish. I was painting my nails, laying sprawled out on my bed. Kiaru had already left to go with Kurama, because the guys had been so stubborn about sleeping on the same bed. So I was stuck with Hiei for four nights. He was in a corner, re- wrapping his bandages.
"Ok... Your room is small, it smells like a salon, and Hiei has an odd weapon in every corner of the room. I'll try my luck with Kurama...." She smiled and closed the door.
I looked at Hiei, he was smirking. I think he liked being evil. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Your a psycho."
He looked at me odd. "And your not...?
I smiled, and looked back at my nails. "Damn. I messed up."
I wiped off the ruby nail polish that had strayed out of line. "Evil monkey nail polish." I brushed on the last nail, and held my hands from my face.
"No. I don't like it."
Hiei disagreed, of course. "It looks like blood."
I squinted at him. "Surely, you would like the lovely color of blood."
He nodded and picked up his sword. He ran his fingers over the blade, cutting his hands. "I cut myself today."
I was a little shocked.
"Kurama knows. My arm wouldn't listen to me when I was trying to practice before we left. I couldn't release the dragon. It had to be punished."
I swallowed hard. "Ok..."
"I read you mind Rai, I know you've done it before."
Damn him....
"Your swearing at me know."
DAMN HIM!
He smiled in a cruel way. "Stupid ningen women..."
I screamed in anger, and rolled over. I wrapped all the covers around my body, facing the wall. "Your sleeping on the floor."
"Fine. I'll just go and get Seta to share with you then..."
I winced. Seta was a nice person and all, just... a little... odd. I don't think she noticed that her clothes and vulgar language where inappropriate.
"No... She might want to make wild and passionate love to you on the dresser again. She can stay with Kurama..." Hiei blinked and looked at me. Seta had a thing for him, but I think he was a little bothered by her.
"Remember when she ate that bird in the park because it wouldn't stop tweeting?" I said.
"It was annoying." I pulled the covers away from my face, to see Hiei laying on the floor, in a pair of black baggy pants. His face was squished on the side, against the hard wood floor. Bags of makeup and my clothes scattered around him.
I glared at him. He didn't budge. His back facing me.
"..."
He shifted and smacked the back of his head off a chair. "DAMN IT..."
He growled and rubbed the back of his head.
"Hiei?"
"Hn."
"Are you ok?"
Even though I didn't see his face, I could tell he was scowling. "What do you think woman?"
Silence.
I swear you could hear the wheels of the train turning.
"Hiei..."
"WHAT?"
"Don't sleep on the floor. I wasn't serious."
He rolled over and glared from the ground.
I moved towards the thin wall.
I looked at him.
He glared back.
I glared.
We glared at each other.
He blinked first.
"HA, you LOSE."
Hiei mumbled and laid on the edge of the bed. "Fine. Be that way."
I ripped the covers out from under him and rolled my self in them like a cinnamon roll.
He started shivering almost immediately.
"You don't half to talk to be able to whine, do you...." I huffed and threw a ball of sheets at him.
"Stupid woman. You really have no back bone..."
I blinked, my eyes seeming clouded with anger. I knew I was mumbling about something, but I didn't seem to be worried about what was coming out of my mouth at the moment, but what I was thinking.
It felt good to know that I had friends to stick with through this. Even if I was going to share a room with Hiei for two nights. Come to think about it, I didn't know what I thought about Hiei anymore.
It used to be that I wanted him to get away form me, but the more time I spent with him, I didn't know in what way I liked him. I knew my face was red because he was so close to me, but I don't know what I feel.
'I- I like him...?'
I felt good to think that, but I knew it would never work. Hiei was anti-social and dark. He could have any person he wants. Why would he pick a short ugly, straggly haired person like me. I had no talents, and didn't have a job. To top it all off, I wasn't even that smart. I was trying to get into a decent college, while studying martial arts. that was pretty much it.
"I am SO pathetic!" I yelled out and threw my arms to my sides.
Hiei fidgeted beside me and looked at me out the corner of his eye.
I threw my arms down. "What will I do when we leave? I have no future!"
I made fists and brought my hands, which where coiled into tight balls, up to my face. I was so frustrated with my self. I had no good assets. No talent. I felt like such a loser compared to my friends. Hiei had mastered his skills in sword fighting, and stealth. He was swift and quiet, his every move seemed to be planned, but was in just a moments notice.
Same with Kurama, Mirha, and Kiaru. Kurama was a doctor, Mirha was a geisha, and Kiaru was...well, Kiaru. Then there was me. Average. That's it. Just your average Joe. I really was good at nothing.
I flopped onto my side and scowled. 'Damn these people and their talents...'
*POV Change (Hiei)*
Stupid girl. Why did she try so hard to make herself feel bad? But, I think she didn't have to try anymore. Maybe she had really given up with trying to figure out what she was attempting to be. I always listened to her thoughts. I found them interesting.
She loves me, she loves me not. That's pretty much all I hear about me. I don't understand these humans. They have such moronic emotions and high standards.
Loud and annoying is how Yuske and Koowabara are, but are much closer to touching base with 'normal' than me. I am a man slayer. It doesn't matter if I didn't act like it. I don't care if I kill. I'll always be the same inside, even if I didn't let my true colors show, they would eventually be predicted.
I remembered listening to her earlier. 'It used to be that I wanted him to get away form me, but the more time I spent with him, I didn't know in what way I liked him. I knew my face was red because he was so close to me, but I don't know what I feel.
'I- I like him...?'
I felt good to think that-'
Idiot.
Why didn't she ever know what she was doing. I don't know if she was trying to pretend happy, or be happy. I think she tries to hard to not be taken in by every one else's problems and become sadistic and hateful. She listens to rage music, swears, and likes to hurt others.
Her weak inner mind hurts her exterior. Even if she doesn't see it. When she thinks that she wants to be dark, and alone, she acts that way. But she doesn't feel right, at least that was what she thought. So she brightens up, and tries to be more open. But, then all of the people she met here reject her. They think she's changed.
I feel that she needs to let it go.
Buy the clothes she wants to buy, like what she wants, and do as she pleases.
I could never handle such a thing for my self. I know I wouldn't be here.
I stare at the ceiling. The train comes to a halt, as more passengers board. I hear the squeaking of the wheels, and we are off again.
As the lights in the hallway shut off, I look at the bright colors on the clock and wince. 12:06 AM. The florescent numbers burns my eyes.... 12:07 AM...
I turn my head to the side. Rai still had her hands to her eyes. I pulled them away slowly. She was on her left side, face on the hair that was covering her pillow. Her brown locks spread over the white pillow covering. Her tan skin seemed unusually pale, and her cheeks tear stained.
She was crying. I didn't notice, and I now felt bad.
What was I saying. I cared so much, but even if she was crying, I wouldn't be able to help. But when a serial killer looks you in the eye and says to stop crying, it comes off as a menacing threat.
I sigh and turn the light off. Maybe I should start trying to be different, like she had been trying to do so hard. Even if I really didn't care...