I'm so happy! ^-^ Lalala! I finally got a printer! Now I get to print
out Shishi pictures! ::drool::
Shishi: ...
o(^-^)o o(^-^)==o o==(^-^)o o(^-^)o o==(^-^)==o
Disclaimer: I realized something! I own Yuki! I OWN SOMETHING! But not YYH...
Title: A Subway To Kyoto
Chapter: 5 [Thank You]
By: Hiei_mi
~~~
That rock... was to me, the most sacred of places in the Makai. I visited it every year. I don't think I could bear to be here more than that. And every year, I hear her. She's always playing that song. I never really thought how much she affected my life. But... she's the whole reason I'm alive to this day. I think I would have given up by now, If it wasn't for her. So... I wan't to thank you. I thank you every year. In this exact place, and time. But you never answer. All I get is a song that should have been long forgotten. Are you really playing to me... or is it my imagination?
~~~
Yuki really was trying to be my friend. I was greatful, but deep in my mind, I wished I had never met her. If I didn't know her, I couldn't kill her. Akumu would probably be killed once I sent her back, too. Not many lived past those punishments. The flashes through my window kept coming. The storm was intent on scaring her to death.
"Suzaku?"
"Yeah?" I was surprised. She actually called me by my named. She wasn't quite as cruel as she seemed.
"Can you um... MOVE!" She shoved me away. I blushed furiously, realizing how close I had been. Her eyes showed embarrassment. I looked more closely at her. She wasn't spectacular, but she was pretty. I think I liked her, for some reason. She wasn't nice, or uber-cute, or even all-that smart. So what did I see in her? I didn't know, but at that moment, I DID know one thing. I couldn't kill her.
"Hey... you know what I'm afraid of, how about you?"
"Um well... I told you, I'm not afraid of anything!" I said, putting a smug look on my face. Her one eyebrow raised, questionably.
"Actually, I don't know. I never really came across anything that really scared me. I'm sure there's something, just don't know what..." I trailed off. What I said was true. I really DIDN'T know what I was afraid of.
"Oh..." She sounded disappointed, but I shrugged it off. She looked like she was planning something, but again, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I think that's what I like. Most people express how they feel. Whether it be vocally, or body language, they still expressed it. Yuki was friendly, but she still had an air of mystery around her. I smiled.
"What are you staring at me for?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Im not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"AIEE!" She screamed and jumped, and hid behind me. She clung to my shirt. She was panting lightly. I laughed.
"It's not funny," She scowled at me. I turned around, ignoring her. I noticed the clock, and it said 10:00.
"Ya know, the buses don't run this late," She froze realizing it was too far to walk. She glared at nothing in particular, as she spoke to me, realizing she had no real choice.
"Can I stay here for the night?" Her voice had a tinge of annoyance in it.
"I guess," I scratched my head. All those days of torturing, and I WANTED her to stay.
"There's a spare room, upstairs to the right," I pointed. She stomped up, and I heard a door slam. I sat down on the couch, and sighed. She didn't like to admit it, but she was pretty moody. After a long pause, I heard a beep. I reached into my pocket, finding my communicator. I opened it cautiously, and saw my mother's face.
"Well? It has been a while. Is she dead? Where is the demon?" She was trying to keep herself calm.
"I-I'm sorry..." I looked away from the small mirror-like screen, "I can't complete this mission." She looked at me with an outraged face.
"Then, I'm afraid I'll have to do it myself. Your fondness for this girl will not stop me," before I could protest, the little screen went black. I slammed it closed. I could feel my heat rising. She cared nothing what her own son thought.
I went upstairs, to my room. I could hear her snoring away. I laughed. Who would have thought that a girl that held herself with such confidence would snore.
~~~
Sorry, I know it was short, but I couldn't think of anything else. Please review. I like reviews. Yes I do. ^-^ This story will be over in about two chapters. I decided to make this into a series(kind of). It's going to be about all the underappreciated characters. One's that don't get much background info, you know? But they won't all be like this. Just stories that help you understand them more. I wonder what I should call them...
Shishi: The Shishi Files!
Ummm.... no.
The town Idiot,
Ki
o(^-^)o o(^-^)==o o==(^-^)o o(^-^)o o==(^-^)==o
Disclaimer: I realized something! I own Yuki! I OWN SOMETHING! But not YYH...
Title: A Subway To Kyoto
Chapter: 5 [Thank You]
By: Hiei_mi
~~~
That rock... was to me, the most sacred of places in the Makai. I visited it every year. I don't think I could bear to be here more than that. And every year, I hear her. She's always playing that song. I never really thought how much she affected my life. But... she's the whole reason I'm alive to this day. I think I would have given up by now, If it wasn't for her. So... I wan't to thank you. I thank you every year. In this exact place, and time. But you never answer. All I get is a song that should have been long forgotten. Are you really playing to me... or is it my imagination?
~~~
Yuki really was trying to be my friend. I was greatful, but deep in my mind, I wished I had never met her. If I didn't know her, I couldn't kill her. Akumu would probably be killed once I sent her back, too. Not many lived past those punishments. The flashes through my window kept coming. The storm was intent on scaring her to death.
"Suzaku?"
"Yeah?" I was surprised. She actually called me by my named. She wasn't quite as cruel as she seemed.
"Can you um... MOVE!" She shoved me away. I blushed furiously, realizing how close I had been. Her eyes showed embarrassment. I looked more closely at her. She wasn't spectacular, but she was pretty. I think I liked her, for some reason. She wasn't nice, or uber-cute, or even all-that smart. So what did I see in her? I didn't know, but at that moment, I DID know one thing. I couldn't kill her.
"Hey... you know what I'm afraid of, how about you?"
"Um well... I told you, I'm not afraid of anything!" I said, putting a smug look on my face. Her one eyebrow raised, questionably.
"Actually, I don't know. I never really came across anything that really scared me. I'm sure there's something, just don't know what..." I trailed off. What I said was true. I really DIDN'T know what I was afraid of.
"Oh..." She sounded disappointed, but I shrugged it off. She looked like she was planning something, but again, I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I think that's what I like. Most people express how they feel. Whether it be vocally, or body language, they still expressed it. Yuki was friendly, but she still had an air of mystery around her. I smiled.
"What are you staring at me for?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Im not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"AIEE!" She screamed and jumped, and hid behind me. She clung to my shirt. She was panting lightly. I laughed.
"It's not funny," She scowled at me. I turned around, ignoring her. I noticed the clock, and it said 10:00.
"Ya know, the buses don't run this late," She froze realizing it was too far to walk. She glared at nothing in particular, as she spoke to me, realizing she had no real choice.
"Can I stay here for the night?" Her voice had a tinge of annoyance in it.
"I guess," I scratched my head. All those days of torturing, and I WANTED her to stay.
"There's a spare room, upstairs to the right," I pointed. She stomped up, and I heard a door slam. I sat down on the couch, and sighed. She didn't like to admit it, but she was pretty moody. After a long pause, I heard a beep. I reached into my pocket, finding my communicator. I opened it cautiously, and saw my mother's face.
"Well? It has been a while. Is she dead? Where is the demon?" She was trying to keep herself calm.
"I-I'm sorry..." I looked away from the small mirror-like screen, "I can't complete this mission." She looked at me with an outraged face.
"Then, I'm afraid I'll have to do it myself. Your fondness for this girl will not stop me," before I could protest, the little screen went black. I slammed it closed. I could feel my heat rising. She cared nothing what her own son thought.
I went upstairs, to my room. I could hear her snoring away. I laughed. Who would have thought that a girl that held herself with such confidence would snore.
~~~
Sorry, I know it was short, but I couldn't think of anything else. Please review. I like reviews. Yes I do. ^-^ This story will be over in about two chapters. I decided to make this into a series(kind of). It's going to be about all the underappreciated characters. One's that don't get much background info, you know? But they won't all be like this. Just stories that help you understand them more. I wonder what I should call them...
Shishi: The Shishi Files!
Ummm.... no.
The town Idiot,
Ki