Chapter Threeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! I WIN! Okay, I'm soooo happy, and here are
some Authors notes that you can skip through if you really want.
Okay, first, I want to thank everyone who reviewed. Yay you! *applause*
Second, I want to answer some notes and questions I got in reviews. Hmm... let's see...
The Insane Rurounis: thanks. I'll hold you to that offer. Next time any of us gets flames let us roast Kuwabaka over a bonfire!
Lord of Chaos: Thank you! KUWABAKA IS NOW BALD!!!!!!!!!! You win the prize!
Kitsune Nikore: Yes. It is a Rei\Hiei pairing.
Sarcasm Sage (a.k.a. my BF Beccer) what do you mean I'm cocky?! Besides raving about how happy I am in gym class because I got so many reviews (thank you, all you reviewers, and please stick with me!) I am not cocky at all! Lend not unto him who wears no pants in January!
Disclaimer: uh huh, right, I don't own Yu yu Hakuhsho. Duh.
Okay, I think that covered it.....
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Chapter Three: Meeting Hiei
Okay. You'd succeeded in pulling and shoving the guy into your house. Now what? You looked around. Umm.... Okay. "What do I do now?" you asked the empty kitchen. You looked around the room again. 'What was I thinking?! Where am I gonna put this guy that no one's gonna notice? My room? Sure, I can usually convince people of things, when I get angry enough people I'm arguing with start to babble, and agree with me in a robotic way which is weird, but one out of five times it doesn't work, and I can't convince my family to stay out of my room forever...' suddenly your cat, Swizzy (A\N- Beccer, you can't get mad at me for using your cat's name) made a noise upstairs, and you stood there with your eyes traveling slowly upwards till you were standing with your face towards the heavens...
Or the attic.
Your attic wasn't a normal attic. It had been your sister's room before she died. It was completely black with a red queen sized bed in the middle. There was an antique mahogany writing desk in a corner, and four bookshelves (your sister had never been one for junk). What was also great about it was there was only one window, which looked out into the woods, so no one could look in, and there was a bathroom up there. That was the one place no one ever went.
Perfect. Then you looked at the stairs. Wonderful. How the fucking hell were you going to carry this heavy guy up two flights of stairs. You looked down at him lying on the floor.
"Holy Shit!" You had left him lying on your white linoleum kitchen floor, and now he was lying in a puddle of his own blood. That could not be good. Just then the phone rang, and almost gave you a heart attack.
"It's nothing, just the phone, okay, I'm just going to pick it up" terrified that someone had seen you carrying this guy into your house.
"H-hello?" you said, trying to sound normal.
"Rei baby? Are you alright?" your mom's voice cam out of the other end.
You sighed. "Yeah, Mom, I'm great."
"Okayyy.... Honey, I called just to say I'd be home soon, rather than coming at nine thirty"
Terror seized you "M-mom? Why? I thought you had book club..."
"I did, but I just missed you so much, I couldn't go."
"Mom! Please! I can take care of myself! Go to your book thing!" Please let her agree.... Please let the thing happen where she'll agree with me like a droid.... Please.... You begged with all of your heart and soul.
"Are you sure baby?"
"Yes mom!"
"Okay, I guess I'll be late tonight. Bye honey"
"Bye mom." You hung up the phone, and terror seized you again. You had until nine thirty to do chores, homework, clean up the blood on the kitchen floor, clean up the blood you were going to spill getting this guy upstairs, bandage him, wash his clothes, and look like you were ready for bed when your mom got home. Okay. 'I'll do it one thing at a time' You went to the linen closet and found an old, thick quilt no one ever used anymore and that looked fat enough to keep more blood from spilling. You held it in your hands, then turned around to see that the guy had his eyes open, and was sitting there glaring at you in a crouching position.
Hiei's POV
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I woke up lying in my blood. On something hard. I don't remember the ground I hit falling through the portal being this hard. My thoughts were then rudely interrupted by a spasm of pain covering my entire body. I almost screamed. Almost. I opened my eyes a slit. Ah! The glaring light above me made me close them. My body protested greatly as I sat up. Oh. Holy shit. I thought I was gonna pass out again right there. I looked around as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light. There was a skinny girl, with limp dull brown hair, shorter than me, which is saying something, with her back turned towards me looking at something in a closet. I tried to get up. Damn, was that a mistake. The best I could do was a crouch, which both my broken legs DEFINITELY weren't benefiting from. The girl nodded at something. She turned around, and looked into my eyes. Then she screamed. Baka Ningen! I had enough of a headache already! Her ear shattering scream pounded in my skull, and I fell backwards, and the world blacked out again.
Out Of Hiei's Thoughts
He looked at you, and you screamed. Who wouldn't? If someone who was on the brink of death lying on the floor of your kitchen suddenly was looking at you, with RED evil looking eyes, wouldn't you scream too? He suddenly looked surprised, then furious, then extremely pained. 'Did I just read all his emotions in his stare?' You asked yourself; 'oh well. I guess if you're going to read eyes, start with big red ones.' Then man stared at you for a few milliseconds, and then he fell backwards again, and landed with a sickening plop sound in all the spilled blood. Gross.
You lay the thick blanket pretty far away from all the blood, and then once again put the less injured of the arms of the red eyed guy over your shoulder and heaved him onto the blanket. You then took out a mop and mopped up all the blood, putting the bloody water in your next door neighbor's yard, giggling evilly. You never did like them much. You put the mop in a bucket of bleach, and rinsed it off when the red stains were out. Okay. You had succeeded in doing one of your chores, and covering up the fact you had a dying man in your house. Good. You then took the man, dragging him along the floor in the blanket, to the stairs. You looked at them. Then finally had the idea of tying the sides of the blanket to the railings, so that it would slide up as you pushed it. But the man kept almost sliding out as you pushed it up the stairs, so it took longer than you thought your brilliant idea would.
When you got to the top, you wrestled with the knots. You had made them too tight, and you eventually had to resort to scissors.
Your idea worked a little better going up the second flight, you knowing how to do it. When you finally got to your sisters room, you dragged the guy to the bathroom, then ran downstairs for the first aid kit, and all the bandages and Neosporin you could find. You came upstairs and found him in the same position, but the thick blanket was getting soaked through. You heaved him into the bath tub, and began work.
Two hours later, his head, neck, shoulders, and left arm were done. It was now 7:03 p.m. You were running out of time to do the rest of his body. Just as you were moving to the right arm, you spilled a lot of the liquid stitches stuff on some of the bandages. Damn. Okay. You had another bottle of the liquid stitches, and the bandages you washed off in the sink and dried with the hair dryer. You were pretty good at this; you congratulated yourself on your handiwork. Okay, so maybe they weren't exactly wonderful, but at least your dressings got the job done. You looked at his right hand, checking for more injuries. You blinked and stared at it. It was black. 'EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!' you thought to yourself, but bandaged it anyway. You turned the guy onto his stomach to do his back, and while you were cleaning it with the Gold Bond stuff, you saw him wince slightly at the stinging sensation. Good. At least he wasn't brain dead from being bashed all the way up the stairs.
You rolled up his pants to look at his legs. But the weird thing was that his bones weren't even popping out anymore. They looked like they had just been sliced. Weird. You bandaged them and somehow heaved him out of the bathroom and onto your sister's bed.
It was there that you fell asleep
When you woke up, the man was looking at you again. You stared back. Then you remembered. "O-oh. Sorry. H-hi. My n-name's Rei" you stuttered out, feeling incredibly foolish looking in those red eyes. "I found you in the woods and thought you might be dead, so I brought you here and bandaged you up." You said all in one breath, explaining why he was lying in a bed in a room he'd never seen before looking like a mummy and staring at a skinny, plain girl.
Hiei's POV
What was this ningen blabbering about? THAT thing was the thing I owed my life to? Uh... well, my legs were already much better, thanks to my koorime blood. I was still really sore, but I was usually in a lot of pain, and never let any of it show. The girl suddenly looked very annoyed at me.
"Hello? I told you my name, Rei; now you should tell me yours." she didn't even make this sound friendly. Oh well. I have never judged people on their friendliness.
"I saved your life. You have to at least tell me your name." The ningen had a point. It was in my code to repay someone who had helped me.
"Hn. Hiei." I said in the shortest way possible.
"Hiei, that's a nice name... I think Nicole's cousin is named something like that. Or is that Sara's cousin..." she mused. Oh God, does this thing ever shut up?
Suddenly an older female voice came from downstairs
"Rei! I'm home! Where are you? Why aren't you in bed?"
The girl turned towards the stairs. "Oh shit" she whispered.
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Hahahahahahahahaha! Cliffy! Okay, now, if everyone I got before and more people review on this chapter, I will update. I do take anonymous reviews. Any flames used will be used to burn out Kuwabara's eyes. Thank you. WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?! YOU SHOULD BE REVIEWING!!!!!!!!
Okay, first, I want to thank everyone who reviewed. Yay you! *applause*
Second, I want to answer some notes and questions I got in reviews. Hmm... let's see...
The Insane Rurounis: thanks. I'll hold you to that offer. Next time any of us gets flames let us roast Kuwabaka over a bonfire!
Lord of Chaos: Thank you! KUWABAKA IS NOW BALD!!!!!!!!!! You win the prize!
Kitsune Nikore: Yes. It is a Rei\Hiei pairing.
Sarcasm Sage (a.k.a. my BF Beccer) what do you mean I'm cocky?! Besides raving about how happy I am in gym class because I got so many reviews (thank you, all you reviewers, and please stick with me!) I am not cocky at all! Lend not unto him who wears no pants in January!
Disclaimer: uh huh, right, I don't own Yu yu Hakuhsho. Duh.
Okay, I think that covered it.....
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Chapter Three: Meeting Hiei
Okay. You'd succeeded in pulling and shoving the guy into your house. Now what? You looked around. Umm.... Okay. "What do I do now?" you asked the empty kitchen. You looked around the room again. 'What was I thinking?! Where am I gonna put this guy that no one's gonna notice? My room? Sure, I can usually convince people of things, when I get angry enough people I'm arguing with start to babble, and agree with me in a robotic way which is weird, but one out of five times it doesn't work, and I can't convince my family to stay out of my room forever...' suddenly your cat, Swizzy (A\N- Beccer, you can't get mad at me for using your cat's name) made a noise upstairs, and you stood there with your eyes traveling slowly upwards till you were standing with your face towards the heavens...
Or the attic.
Your attic wasn't a normal attic. It had been your sister's room before she died. It was completely black with a red queen sized bed in the middle. There was an antique mahogany writing desk in a corner, and four bookshelves (your sister had never been one for junk). What was also great about it was there was only one window, which looked out into the woods, so no one could look in, and there was a bathroom up there. That was the one place no one ever went.
Perfect. Then you looked at the stairs. Wonderful. How the fucking hell were you going to carry this heavy guy up two flights of stairs. You looked down at him lying on the floor.
"Holy Shit!" You had left him lying on your white linoleum kitchen floor, and now he was lying in a puddle of his own blood. That could not be good. Just then the phone rang, and almost gave you a heart attack.
"It's nothing, just the phone, okay, I'm just going to pick it up" terrified that someone had seen you carrying this guy into your house.
"H-hello?" you said, trying to sound normal.
"Rei baby? Are you alright?" your mom's voice cam out of the other end.
You sighed. "Yeah, Mom, I'm great."
"Okayyy.... Honey, I called just to say I'd be home soon, rather than coming at nine thirty"
Terror seized you "M-mom? Why? I thought you had book club..."
"I did, but I just missed you so much, I couldn't go."
"Mom! Please! I can take care of myself! Go to your book thing!" Please let her agree.... Please let the thing happen where she'll agree with me like a droid.... Please.... You begged with all of your heart and soul.
"Are you sure baby?"
"Yes mom!"
"Okay, I guess I'll be late tonight. Bye honey"
"Bye mom." You hung up the phone, and terror seized you again. You had until nine thirty to do chores, homework, clean up the blood on the kitchen floor, clean up the blood you were going to spill getting this guy upstairs, bandage him, wash his clothes, and look like you were ready for bed when your mom got home. Okay. 'I'll do it one thing at a time' You went to the linen closet and found an old, thick quilt no one ever used anymore and that looked fat enough to keep more blood from spilling. You held it in your hands, then turned around to see that the guy had his eyes open, and was sitting there glaring at you in a crouching position.
Hiei's POV
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I woke up lying in my blood. On something hard. I don't remember the ground I hit falling through the portal being this hard. My thoughts were then rudely interrupted by a spasm of pain covering my entire body. I almost screamed. Almost. I opened my eyes a slit. Ah! The glaring light above me made me close them. My body protested greatly as I sat up. Oh. Holy shit. I thought I was gonna pass out again right there. I looked around as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light. There was a skinny girl, with limp dull brown hair, shorter than me, which is saying something, with her back turned towards me looking at something in a closet. I tried to get up. Damn, was that a mistake. The best I could do was a crouch, which both my broken legs DEFINITELY weren't benefiting from. The girl nodded at something. She turned around, and looked into my eyes. Then she screamed. Baka Ningen! I had enough of a headache already! Her ear shattering scream pounded in my skull, and I fell backwards, and the world blacked out again.
Out Of Hiei's Thoughts
He looked at you, and you screamed. Who wouldn't? If someone who was on the brink of death lying on the floor of your kitchen suddenly was looking at you, with RED evil looking eyes, wouldn't you scream too? He suddenly looked surprised, then furious, then extremely pained. 'Did I just read all his emotions in his stare?' You asked yourself; 'oh well. I guess if you're going to read eyes, start with big red ones.' Then man stared at you for a few milliseconds, and then he fell backwards again, and landed with a sickening plop sound in all the spilled blood. Gross.
You lay the thick blanket pretty far away from all the blood, and then once again put the less injured of the arms of the red eyed guy over your shoulder and heaved him onto the blanket. You then took out a mop and mopped up all the blood, putting the bloody water in your next door neighbor's yard, giggling evilly. You never did like them much. You put the mop in a bucket of bleach, and rinsed it off when the red stains were out. Okay. You had succeeded in doing one of your chores, and covering up the fact you had a dying man in your house. Good. You then took the man, dragging him along the floor in the blanket, to the stairs. You looked at them. Then finally had the idea of tying the sides of the blanket to the railings, so that it would slide up as you pushed it. But the man kept almost sliding out as you pushed it up the stairs, so it took longer than you thought your brilliant idea would.
When you got to the top, you wrestled with the knots. You had made them too tight, and you eventually had to resort to scissors.
Your idea worked a little better going up the second flight, you knowing how to do it. When you finally got to your sisters room, you dragged the guy to the bathroom, then ran downstairs for the first aid kit, and all the bandages and Neosporin you could find. You came upstairs and found him in the same position, but the thick blanket was getting soaked through. You heaved him into the bath tub, and began work.
Two hours later, his head, neck, shoulders, and left arm were done. It was now 7:03 p.m. You were running out of time to do the rest of his body. Just as you were moving to the right arm, you spilled a lot of the liquid stitches stuff on some of the bandages. Damn. Okay. You had another bottle of the liquid stitches, and the bandages you washed off in the sink and dried with the hair dryer. You were pretty good at this; you congratulated yourself on your handiwork. Okay, so maybe they weren't exactly wonderful, but at least your dressings got the job done. You looked at his right hand, checking for more injuries. You blinked and stared at it. It was black. 'EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!' you thought to yourself, but bandaged it anyway. You turned the guy onto his stomach to do his back, and while you were cleaning it with the Gold Bond stuff, you saw him wince slightly at the stinging sensation. Good. At least he wasn't brain dead from being bashed all the way up the stairs.
You rolled up his pants to look at his legs. But the weird thing was that his bones weren't even popping out anymore. They looked like they had just been sliced. Weird. You bandaged them and somehow heaved him out of the bathroom and onto your sister's bed.
It was there that you fell asleep
When you woke up, the man was looking at you again. You stared back. Then you remembered. "O-oh. Sorry. H-hi. My n-name's Rei" you stuttered out, feeling incredibly foolish looking in those red eyes. "I found you in the woods and thought you might be dead, so I brought you here and bandaged you up." You said all in one breath, explaining why he was lying in a bed in a room he'd never seen before looking like a mummy and staring at a skinny, plain girl.
Hiei's POV
What was this ningen blabbering about? THAT thing was the thing I owed my life to? Uh... well, my legs were already much better, thanks to my koorime blood. I was still really sore, but I was usually in a lot of pain, and never let any of it show. The girl suddenly looked very annoyed at me.
"Hello? I told you my name, Rei; now you should tell me yours." she didn't even make this sound friendly. Oh well. I have never judged people on their friendliness.
"I saved your life. You have to at least tell me your name." The ningen had a point. It was in my code to repay someone who had helped me.
"Hn. Hiei." I said in the shortest way possible.
"Hiei, that's a nice name... I think Nicole's cousin is named something like that. Or is that Sara's cousin..." she mused. Oh God, does this thing ever shut up?
Suddenly an older female voice came from downstairs
"Rei! I'm home! Where are you? Why aren't you in bed?"
The girl turned towards the stairs. "Oh shit" she whispered.
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Hahahahahahahahaha! Cliffy! Okay, now, if everyone I got before and more people review on this chapter, I will update. I do take anonymous reviews. Any flames used will be used to burn out Kuwabara's eyes. Thank you. WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?! YOU SHOULD BE REVIEWING!!!!!!!!