I'm finally adding more! Told you I'd do it Shi! HA!!
Any way, on with the show.
Hikari lead Hiei to the guest quarters, dragging the still unconscious Kurama.
The dojo was built along the lines of an old Shinto shrine. With paper walls and wood floors. The courtyards were either packed dirt, or smoothed stone with symbols for strength and courage carved at the corners. The faint scent of human perspiration and lavender was blown to their noses on a faint breeze. A stone dragon guarded the central shrine, where the shrine's fire still burned, as it had for years.
"My okaasan is a miko as well as a martial arts master." Hikari said, as she led them into the main housing complex.
She slid open the paper door to the guest room.
A small girl, no more than ten years of age, was un-rolling a futon. She was only four foot seven in height, with black hair to her shoulder blades, and wide brown eyes. She had a pale, almost white complexion, and a petite fragile form. Her already wide eyes widened even more at the sight of Hiei and Kurama.
She squeaked and fled the room.
"That's my imouto-chan, Ongaku." She cast Hiei a look that plainly stated, "touch her and die". They lay Kurama down on the futon, and studied each other from across the kitsune.
::Strong by human standards.:: Hiei mused. ::But still a weakling. She has some skill. I wonder how much? She could probably kick that ningen, Kuwabara's ass any day.::
CHANGE OF POV-
Hino Ongaku fled to the shrine's fire, and huddled at the feet of the towering dragon statue. She did not like strangers. She didn't like people she didn't know. She didn't like to be around people. People always ignored her, or teased her. She knew what they thought of her behind her back. The children at school had called her strange, and weird.
But those two boys. They didn't feel right. The students at the dojo felt different from everyone else, stronger, brighter. But those two were brilliant beacons of power. Their auras didn't feel right. They didn't feel human. But what else could they be? Demons didn't exist of course. According to her teachers they didn't anyway. But her teachers didn't believe that she could read auras either, they didn't even believe in auras in general.
What had Hikari brought into the shrine? What were those two? Certainly not normal teenagers.
She curled herself into a ball and leaned against the warm stone. Her little niche was invisible to the passing eye, and no one saw her. The dragon towered high above her. Some would interpret it as a dragon ready to destroy the tiny girl. But the truth of the matter was that the dragon was protecting her. Shielding her from the outside world that she dreaded so much.
CHANGE OF POV
Hikari studied Hiei. ::He's a strange one. I don't know anyone around here with hair like that, or red eyes. And he,:: She looked at Kurama. ::Is even stranger. No one around here has red hair like that. That's like a rosy color. Maybe it's dyed? And I don't recognize the uniform either.::
"I'll scrape up some food." She stood and left.
Hikari passed through the fire altar, and saw Ongaku hidden in the shadow of the guardian dragon.
"Ongaku-chan,"
"Hikari-chan, do demons exist?" Ongaku's voice was soft, and barely audible over the crackling of the flames over the wood.
"I don't know. Why? Do you sense something?" Hikari knelt near Ongaku's space, careful not to enter the shadows that Ongaku had claimed as her own private space.
"Yes. Those two, I don't know what they are. But they're too strong to be human." Ongaku whispered. "Their auras are even brighter than yours and Okaasans."
Hikari's eyes widened. ::Stronger than me?! And Okaasan?! Holy crap, what are they?:: She stood. "I'll find out." She ran to get together some food for the two "boys".
Kinda' short, I know. But there's more coming soon! (maybe)
Any way, on with the show.
Hikari lead Hiei to the guest quarters, dragging the still unconscious Kurama.
The dojo was built along the lines of an old Shinto shrine. With paper walls and wood floors. The courtyards were either packed dirt, or smoothed stone with symbols for strength and courage carved at the corners. The faint scent of human perspiration and lavender was blown to their noses on a faint breeze. A stone dragon guarded the central shrine, where the shrine's fire still burned, as it had for years.
"My okaasan is a miko as well as a martial arts master." Hikari said, as she led them into the main housing complex.
She slid open the paper door to the guest room.
A small girl, no more than ten years of age, was un-rolling a futon. She was only four foot seven in height, with black hair to her shoulder blades, and wide brown eyes. She had a pale, almost white complexion, and a petite fragile form. Her already wide eyes widened even more at the sight of Hiei and Kurama.
She squeaked and fled the room.
"That's my imouto-chan, Ongaku." She cast Hiei a look that plainly stated, "touch her and die". They lay Kurama down on the futon, and studied each other from across the kitsune.
::Strong by human standards.:: Hiei mused. ::But still a weakling. She has some skill. I wonder how much? She could probably kick that ningen, Kuwabara's ass any day.::
CHANGE OF POV-
Hino Ongaku fled to the shrine's fire, and huddled at the feet of the towering dragon statue. She did not like strangers. She didn't like people she didn't know. She didn't like to be around people. People always ignored her, or teased her. She knew what they thought of her behind her back. The children at school had called her strange, and weird.
But those two boys. They didn't feel right. The students at the dojo felt different from everyone else, stronger, brighter. But those two were brilliant beacons of power. Their auras didn't feel right. They didn't feel human. But what else could they be? Demons didn't exist of course. According to her teachers they didn't anyway. But her teachers didn't believe that she could read auras either, they didn't even believe in auras in general.
What had Hikari brought into the shrine? What were those two? Certainly not normal teenagers.
She curled herself into a ball and leaned against the warm stone. Her little niche was invisible to the passing eye, and no one saw her. The dragon towered high above her. Some would interpret it as a dragon ready to destroy the tiny girl. But the truth of the matter was that the dragon was protecting her. Shielding her from the outside world that she dreaded so much.
CHANGE OF POV
Hikari studied Hiei. ::He's a strange one. I don't know anyone around here with hair like that, or red eyes. And he,:: She looked at Kurama. ::Is even stranger. No one around here has red hair like that. That's like a rosy color. Maybe it's dyed? And I don't recognize the uniform either.::
"I'll scrape up some food." She stood and left.
Hikari passed through the fire altar, and saw Ongaku hidden in the shadow of the guardian dragon.
"Ongaku-chan,"
"Hikari-chan, do demons exist?" Ongaku's voice was soft, and barely audible over the crackling of the flames over the wood.
"I don't know. Why? Do you sense something?" Hikari knelt near Ongaku's space, careful not to enter the shadows that Ongaku had claimed as her own private space.
"Yes. Those two, I don't know what they are. But they're too strong to be human." Ongaku whispered. "Their auras are even brighter than yours and Okaasans."
Hikari's eyes widened. ::Stronger than me?! And Okaasan?! Holy crap, what are they?:: She stood. "I'll find out." She ran to get together some food for the two "boys".
Kinda' short, I know. But there's more coming soon! (maybe)