Chapter six!!!!! I got seventy one reviews!!! *applause* yay all! Now,
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Kelly: thank you for providing a knife with which to stab Kazuma Kuwabara! *cheering and whistling*
Also! Twitch twitch, Revised. Read it. Now. Well, you know, after you've finished this chapter and reviewed on my creative genius (which you had better, or I discontinue the story!)
NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, PREPARE YOURSELVES, FOR:
Chapter Six: What do they want with me?
You had been in this fucking clinic with all these fucking retards for two weeks. And if you weren't crazy when you got in here, this clinic certainly made you insane. The only contact you had with sane people is when the nurses with the permanent smiles came and took you to see the guy who sat in the chair with the cards with splashes of black on them who asked you what you saw in them. For the past three days, you had been identifying them as things other than eyes, swords, cloaks, and portals.
The man held up one of the cards. "Now. What do you see here?" he asked.
"A really, really big sock." You said tiredly. This was so repetitious.
"Good, now how about this one?"
"A carrot."
"Good. Very good. Rei, would you have any problem with going home tomorrow?"
What was he? Psycho? Of course you wanted to go home. You didn't want to be stuck here. "No. I don't have a problem with that." Was all you said. You refrained from whooping and doing your mental victory dance, in case they would think you were psycho again.
The permanent smile nurse came and brought you back to your room where you packed up all you stuff. 'I'm going hooooooooome, I'm going hooooooome, I'm going hooooooooooooome' you kept thinking to yourself before you stopped. Where was home? Your house had burned down. That meant that you were homeless. But your mom had to be staying somewhere. You hadn't really heard from her. Just a phone call every night that was rushed, and that she always talked like you were a retard: "HELLO. REI. THIS. IS. MOMMY. YOU. KNOW. MOMMY? I. WAS. CALLING. TO. SAY. HI. BABY. MOMMY. HAS. TO. GO. RUN. ERRANDS. NOW. I. LOVE. YOU. BABY. BYE. BYE.
You hated these conversations. You just played along and stayed silent. Now you were going hoooooome. Your mom probably got an apartment in the city. She had always wanted one. After the permanent smile lady left the room, you did dance. "I'm going hooooooooome, I'm going hoooooome, I'm going hooooooome, I'm going hooooooooome!" you threw stuff into your trunk, and flopped down in your bed.
The next morning, your mom came to get you. She was talking the same way she did on the phone. Finally you yelled at her "Mom! They're letting me out of the clinic. That means I'm not crazy. Stop talking to me like a fucking retard, bitch!" that shut her up, but only for a few seconds while your words sunk into her thick skull and permed hair.
"Young lady, you will not talk to me like that..." uh huh. Right. You just didn't listen. You just sat silent all the way to your new apartment. All your stuff you had with you, but when you walked in your room, you saw a bed, desk, and dresser. It was a nice hardwood floor, and you had clothes. Okay. You were set. Kind of. No matter what the clinic wanted you to believe about Hiei not being real, you would never believe that. You could never forget the chill you felt in your spine when he looked at you with his eyes. Eyes plural twice. You sighed and stood up, and started unpacking your stuff.
School was horrible. Most people knew somehow that you had been in a mental institute. Teachers gave you special treatment, and everyone still talked to you like a retard. You had one friend. Chelsea was the greatest person you'd ever met. She had red hair, and you both knew each other like the back of your hands. You were the best of friends. You were always at each other's houses. She was even sleeping over at your house the night that the demons came for you.
You had been sitting there, playing Blackjack (her cousin Jase taught you how to play) when there was an all too familiar explosion from the kitchen area. You screamed, and Chelsea looked at you weird.
"Why did you scream? It was probably just the radiator." She said. But you shook your head really hard. No. You knew what it was. You grabbed the baseball bat in your closet, and started towards the door to the hall where you could leave the building.
"Chelsea, you need to follow me. They're coming. And I don't know what they want." She nodded, mystified, and followed you. You were almost to the elevators when a low voice said
"Now where do you think you're going? You've got something we need, young lady."
He grabbed you, and you screamed. This time so did Chelsea. She had never seen a green person with a tail before. Come to think of it, neither had you. You screamed, and neighbors opened their doors, and they screamed, and everyone screamed. And then the black shadow cut the demon in two. Then once again, it turned to look at you, and once again, you found yourself looking at crimson eyes, and then you looked at the bandanna that covered the purple eye on his forehead.
Hiei. What did he want with you? You grabbed Chelsea's hand and ran. Again. He followed you. Or, more accurately, he appeared in front of you. Then he stood there. And stared. You both did. At the haunting red eyes that had filled your dreams, and nightmares. You backed up, and made it to the emergency stairs.
What do they want with me?
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Haha! I just wanted to get this posted. CLIFFY! Everything you need to know about how Hiei just showed up will be explained in the near future. Now review!
Kelly: thank you for providing a knife with which to stab Kazuma Kuwabara! *cheering and whistling*
Also! Twitch twitch, Revised. Read it. Now. Well, you know, after you've finished this chapter and reviewed on my creative genius (which you had better, or I discontinue the story!)
NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, PREPARE YOURSELVES, FOR:
Chapter Six: What do they want with me?
You had been in this fucking clinic with all these fucking retards for two weeks. And if you weren't crazy when you got in here, this clinic certainly made you insane. The only contact you had with sane people is when the nurses with the permanent smiles came and took you to see the guy who sat in the chair with the cards with splashes of black on them who asked you what you saw in them. For the past three days, you had been identifying them as things other than eyes, swords, cloaks, and portals.
The man held up one of the cards. "Now. What do you see here?" he asked.
"A really, really big sock." You said tiredly. This was so repetitious.
"Good, now how about this one?"
"A carrot."
"Good. Very good. Rei, would you have any problem with going home tomorrow?"
What was he? Psycho? Of course you wanted to go home. You didn't want to be stuck here. "No. I don't have a problem with that." Was all you said. You refrained from whooping and doing your mental victory dance, in case they would think you were psycho again.
The permanent smile nurse came and brought you back to your room where you packed up all you stuff. 'I'm going hooooooooome, I'm going hooooooome, I'm going hooooooooooooome' you kept thinking to yourself before you stopped. Where was home? Your house had burned down. That meant that you were homeless. But your mom had to be staying somewhere. You hadn't really heard from her. Just a phone call every night that was rushed, and that she always talked like you were a retard: "HELLO. REI. THIS. IS. MOMMY. YOU. KNOW. MOMMY? I. WAS. CALLING. TO. SAY. HI. BABY. MOMMY. HAS. TO. GO. RUN. ERRANDS. NOW. I. LOVE. YOU. BABY. BYE. BYE.
You hated these conversations. You just played along and stayed silent. Now you were going hoooooome. Your mom probably got an apartment in the city. She had always wanted one. After the permanent smile lady left the room, you did dance. "I'm going hooooooooome, I'm going hoooooome, I'm going hooooooome, I'm going hooooooooome!" you threw stuff into your trunk, and flopped down in your bed.
The next morning, your mom came to get you. She was talking the same way she did on the phone. Finally you yelled at her "Mom! They're letting me out of the clinic. That means I'm not crazy. Stop talking to me like a fucking retard, bitch!" that shut her up, but only for a few seconds while your words sunk into her thick skull and permed hair.
"Young lady, you will not talk to me like that..." uh huh. Right. You just didn't listen. You just sat silent all the way to your new apartment. All your stuff you had with you, but when you walked in your room, you saw a bed, desk, and dresser. It was a nice hardwood floor, and you had clothes. Okay. You were set. Kind of. No matter what the clinic wanted you to believe about Hiei not being real, you would never believe that. You could never forget the chill you felt in your spine when he looked at you with his eyes. Eyes plural twice. You sighed and stood up, and started unpacking your stuff.
School was horrible. Most people knew somehow that you had been in a mental institute. Teachers gave you special treatment, and everyone still talked to you like a retard. You had one friend. Chelsea was the greatest person you'd ever met. She had red hair, and you both knew each other like the back of your hands. You were the best of friends. You were always at each other's houses. She was even sleeping over at your house the night that the demons came for you.
You had been sitting there, playing Blackjack (her cousin Jase taught you how to play) when there was an all too familiar explosion from the kitchen area. You screamed, and Chelsea looked at you weird.
"Why did you scream? It was probably just the radiator." She said. But you shook your head really hard. No. You knew what it was. You grabbed the baseball bat in your closet, and started towards the door to the hall where you could leave the building.
"Chelsea, you need to follow me. They're coming. And I don't know what they want." She nodded, mystified, and followed you. You were almost to the elevators when a low voice said
"Now where do you think you're going? You've got something we need, young lady."
He grabbed you, and you screamed. This time so did Chelsea. She had never seen a green person with a tail before. Come to think of it, neither had you. You screamed, and neighbors opened their doors, and they screamed, and everyone screamed. And then the black shadow cut the demon in two. Then once again, it turned to look at you, and once again, you found yourself looking at crimson eyes, and then you looked at the bandanna that covered the purple eye on his forehead.
Hiei. What did he want with you? You grabbed Chelsea's hand and ran. Again. He followed you. Or, more accurately, he appeared in front of you. Then he stood there. And stared. You both did. At the haunting red eyes that had filled your dreams, and nightmares. You backed up, and made it to the emergency stairs.
What do they want with me?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~
Haha! I just wanted to get this posted. CLIFFY! Everything you need to know about how Hiei just showed up will be explained in the near future. Now review!