Hiei gripped this new emotion, sorrow, to him and held onto it using it as his defense and offense. He refused to release it, the sorrow mixing in with his hate and pain, making a bitter brew which he swallowed himself.
He was angry, and fought off the sadness, this bitter brew, by killing the enemy.
Kurama and Yusuke could not keep up with him, they were too busy with problems of their own. "I think they're trying to...do something else! They-" Yusuke was knocked down, a demon on top of his back. Yusuke swore as Kurama killed the demon. Yusuke growled, standing up with help from Kurama. "As I was saying...they're not killing any one! The ones that fly are only wounding us! I think they're trying to do something else!"
Kurama nodded in agreement. "I think they might be trying to take us as prisoners of war." Yusuke raised his eyebrows. "Why would they do that?" Kurama bit his lip, "To get information, to see if we have anything they could use."
Kurama's theory was answered as a girl was lifted off in the air. There were shrieks, and cries from above her. She thrashed and in the end she blew up the demon's feet, and dropped like a stone, a fellow Rekai on a Furry Dragon catching her. Demons still tried to grab someone though, and their plans became all too apparent.
"THEY'RE TRYING TO TAKE PRISONORS! EVERYONE...DON'T LET THEM TAKE YOU!"
With those words shouted, the enemy tried harder, and the others defended better. A teen aged, male demon, was grabbed by three flying demon's. He was carried in the sky, thrashing and biting. He stopped struggling and seemed to know that he wouldn't be able to get away. He grabbed his neck his eyes closed, a few onlookers, and those that knew him screamed with anger, and horror, as the young demon killed himself.
He wasn't going to be taken.
"Oh God..." Yusuke gasped.
"This is getting out of hand!"
"Kurama! Where's Hiei!?"
Hiei was currently chasing after any demon, that dared attack him. He killed as if he had no other purpose in life. Blood soaked all over his arms, his entire body, drenching his very soul. He heard someone shout out something about prisoners.
'I don't take prisoners!' Hiei thought savagely. 'I KILL THEM!' Hiei growled ripping out a demons lung. It screamed, and made a noise that didn't sound alive at all, and then gave a weak cry of death.
Hiei breathed fast, letting his tension out, and saw tear gems on his shirt, and on the ground. He fell down letting out an angry howl. Why had he begun to care?!
He stared at the body under him, dead, bloodshot eyes, and their own lung laying neaxt to him. Hiei walked away, and felt calmer. Everything was back to normal it seemed, but the feeling of remorse for Mali remained.
He leaned against the trench wall confused, and weary. He couldn't understand why he was caring! Why did he feel these things, that he had never felt before? He made friends with a human, he was nice to the oaf, and he even held children's hands!
"I AM HIEI!" He roared, as if trying to shout past the confusion of his thoughts. He dropped on his knees, holding his stomach. He was feeling ill, and confused. He was the demon Hiei, the forbidden child. He did not feel or care. How could he change....?
"Why...what is going on? Why do I care...?" Something Kurama had said...when had he said it. 'War changes a man...' Kurama's simple verse echoed in his head. He had said it before the war. He might have even said it during.
But Hiei remembered Kurama saying it to him, when he observed a man gone bitter after war. Hiei snorted as he thought, 'I am already bitter, so this war will change me to mush.'
Hiei felt the confusion again. He sighed, why fight it? He cared, he was changing. Hiei's eyes snapped open. That was right. Why fight it? Fighting the fact that he cared was what restarted their time to fight. He remembered the worn dying people in the hospital. The children who hadn't gotten enough sleep or enough food, wearily getting up after the battle began once again.
"Dam*." Hiei cursed.
He'd put everyone in danger, by losing control, because of his own confused thoughts. This was no time to be confused, there were people here, demons here, and they all leaned on each other for support. Hiei had pulled away, and the structure that was made out of all of the Rekai, nearly went tumbling away,
"Alright...I'm not pathetic..." Hiei snarled standing fully. "So I care. Whatever..." He growled. "Mali....I'll get you your revenge...."
"HIEI!" His head snapped up, and he saw Kurama running for him. "LOOK OU-" Kurama was tackled from behind, and enraged, Hiei ran forward.
Kurama was flailing from underneath the grasp of a demon. 'All right dam*ed heart! I'm starting to care more now. I got it.' Hiei thought as he ran towards Kurama.
He would never make it, because something pierced his side. He cried out and turned seeing a black dragon. It was ugly, and it's burning green eyes looked like they were mere cuts on the dragon's face. A demon on his back made a clucking sound and Hiei was thrown into the trench.
This dragon wasn't a Venom, this was a high class beast. Just as intelligent as a Furry White Dragon, where had they gotten one?
"Dam*..." He murmured again becoming unconscious, as a hand grabbed him by his jacket.
~meanwhile~
Kuwabara's eyes had opened to the sound of war. He was still weak, and fevered, but something told him to wake. It wasn't the sounds of war, it was something else. A feeling that hung in the air.
He sat up, and climbed out of the cot. His shirt was on the ground, but he did not pick it up. He grabbed his jacket so he would not be mistaken for the enemy. Too tired to button it up, he just walked out of the shield. The Healers did not stop him, running around trying to help everyone who was hit from not waking up quick enough.
As he walked, it was as if he was watching a silent movie. He knew there was sound, but he could not focus on it. He smelt blood, and as he walked he saw people killed in front of him. No bullet hit him, nothing touched him. Fate was pulling him by the sleeve of his jacket, towards an unknown place.
Kuwabara stumbled down towards the trench, and began to walk. He couldn't hear anything, and wasn't aware of anything as well. He just knew, he had to walk. Keep walking. Just walk. 'Where am I going?' He wondered.
He stopped, and looked up. Now he knew.
"HIEI!" Kuwabara cried, seeing the small warrior hanging over the neck of a Dragon, an enemy demon riding on it. Kuwabara ran, and leapt catching the dragon's neck. He had his sword in an instant, and tried to stab through the hard skin.
It roared and Kuwabara was flung in the air, along with Hiei. He tried to kick Hiei, to wake him up, or at least get him thrown away from the enemy, but his leg was not long enough to reach. When they both landed back on the dragon. Hiei at the neck, and he at the side. The demon laughed, and grabbed Kuwabara, pulling him up in his lap.
"Well human...that was a sorry attempt at a rescue, but don't lose heart!" The demon mocked him and laughed."You'll be going with him..." He pulled Kuwabara by the hair, making his neck exposed, pulled out a long thick needle, and pressed it in a bulging vein. Kuwabara opened his mouth in a silent scream, and closed his eyes tight. "One way or another...."
Hiei opened his eyes, and saw Kuwabara. Kuwabara had his head pressed tightly to the demon's shoulder and chest, his hands clutching and relaxing over and over again.
"Bak...baka?" He murmered, feeling dizzy and in pain from the wound on his side. Kuwabara's eyes opened and his body went slack, his mouth remaining open. The demon threw him, and Kuwabara landed next to Hiei. Kuwabara landed on his belly as well, hanging over the Dragon's neck like Hiei.
Kuwabara's eyes were wide open and his head was turned looking at Hiei. His body was completely stiff and his chest did not move. His hands were still clenched, and pain was written in his wide glassy eyes. it was as if the demon had taken a picture of him when he'd been stabbed in the neck, He had completely frozen up.
Hiei felt sick. He was dead. Just like that Kuwabara was dead? Hiei felt pain in his body. There was no honor in this death, no noble duty. It was just a death, that happened out of the blue. Kuwabara's soul would not rest in peace.
Hiei closed his eyes with mental, and physical pain.
It just wasn't fair.
The dragon took off in the air, and Hiei grabbed onto Kuwabara. Even though Kuwabara had always been annoying, and the demon wasn't the fondest of him, Hiei could not let his body fall to the ground.
One thing to be dead, but to have you body lost in war...Where your may never be recovered, was another. Hiei's thoughts drifted over to Yusuke. Yusuke and Kuwabara were so close. He remembered the tears falling from Yusuke's face, over several horrible incidents, most having to do with Kuwabara. The same was with Kuwabara.
If Hiei could not hold onto Kuwabara for him, then he would hold onto Kuwabara for Yusuke's sake. He clutched him, and the dragon's neck, and finally faded into the dark resources of his mind.
Before he passed out he murmured, "Foolish human...why do we keep meeting in this war, during our worst times?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well....hmmm....so...PREVIEW FOR NEXT CHAPTER:
Well, our friends are now prisoners of war....that sux so bad...and Kuwabara is dead...or...is he?
T_T...I'm sad....
Kurama: Why?
People call Kuwabara, Kuwabaka....
Kuwabara: They do!? *Sulks in corner* T_T
Hiei: Why does that make you sad?
I'm Kazima *Kuwabara*.....so am I Kazima Kuwabaka? *Sulks in corner with Kuwabara* T_T
He was angry, and fought off the sadness, this bitter brew, by killing the enemy.
Kurama and Yusuke could not keep up with him, they were too busy with problems of their own. "I think they're trying to...do something else! They-" Yusuke was knocked down, a demon on top of his back. Yusuke swore as Kurama killed the demon. Yusuke growled, standing up with help from Kurama. "As I was saying...they're not killing any one! The ones that fly are only wounding us! I think they're trying to do something else!"
Kurama nodded in agreement. "I think they might be trying to take us as prisoners of war." Yusuke raised his eyebrows. "Why would they do that?" Kurama bit his lip, "To get information, to see if we have anything they could use."
Kurama's theory was answered as a girl was lifted off in the air. There were shrieks, and cries from above her. She thrashed and in the end she blew up the demon's feet, and dropped like a stone, a fellow Rekai on a Furry Dragon catching her. Demons still tried to grab someone though, and their plans became all too apparent.
"THEY'RE TRYING TO TAKE PRISONORS! EVERYONE...DON'T LET THEM TAKE YOU!"
With those words shouted, the enemy tried harder, and the others defended better. A teen aged, male demon, was grabbed by three flying demon's. He was carried in the sky, thrashing and biting. He stopped struggling and seemed to know that he wouldn't be able to get away. He grabbed his neck his eyes closed, a few onlookers, and those that knew him screamed with anger, and horror, as the young demon killed himself.
He wasn't going to be taken.
"Oh God..." Yusuke gasped.
"This is getting out of hand!"
"Kurama! Where's Hiei!?"
Hiei was currently chasing after any demon, that dared attack him. He killed as if he had no other purpose in life. Blood soaked all over his arms, his entire body, drenching his very soul. He heard someone shout out something about prisoners.
'I don't take prisoners!' Hiei thought savagely. 'I KILL THEM!' Hiei growled ripping out a demons lung. It screamed, and made a noise that didn't sound alive at all, and then gave a weak cry of death.
Hiei breathed fast, letting his tension out, and saw tear gems on his shirt, and on the ground. He fell down letting out an angry howl. Why had he begun to care?!
He stared at the body under him, dead, bloodshot eyes, and their own lung laying neaxt to him. Hiei walked away, and felt calmer. Everything was back to normal it seemed, but the feeling of remorse for Mali remained.
He leaned against the trench wall confused, and weary. He couldn't understand why he was caring! Why did he feel these things, that he had never felt before? He made friends with a human, he was nice to the oaf, and he even held children's hands!
"I AM HIEI!" He roared, as if trying to shout past the confusion of his thoughts. He dropped on his knees, holding his stomach. He was feeling ill, and confused. He was the demon Hiei, the forbidden child. He did not feel or care. How could he change....?
"Why...what is going on? Why do I care...?" Something Kurama had said...when had he said it. 'War changes a man...' Kurama's simple verse echoed in his head. He had said it before the war. He might have even said it during.
But Hiei remembered Kurama saying it to him, when he observed a man gone bitter after war. Hiei snorted as he thought, 'I am already bitter, so this war will change me to mush.'
Hiei felt the confusion again. He sighed, why fight it? He cared, he was changing. Hiei's eyes snapped open. That was right. Why fight it? Fighting the fact that he cared was what restarted their time to fight. He remembered the worn dying people in the hospital. The children who hadn't gotten enough sleep or enough food, wearily getting up after the battle began once again.
"Dam*." Hiei cursed.
He'd put everyone in danger, by losing control, because of his own confused thoughts. This was no time to be confused, there were people here, demons here, and they all leaned on each other for support. Hiei had pulled away, and the structure that was made out of all of the Rekai, nearly went tumbling away,
"Alright...I'm not pathetic..." Hiei snarled standing fully. "So I care. Whatever..." He growled. "Mali....I'll get you your revenge...."
"HIEI!" His head snapped up, and he saw Kurama running for him. "LOOK OU-" Kurama was tackled from behind, and enraged, Hiei ran forward.
Kurama was flailing from underneath the grasp of a demon. 'All right dam*ed heart! I'm starting to care more now. I got it.' Hiei thought as he ran towards Kurama.
He would never make it, because something pierced his side. He cried out and turned seeing a black dragon. It was ugly, and it's burning green eyes looked like they were mere cuts on the dragon's face. A demon on his back made a clucking sound and Hiei was thrown into the trench.
This dragon wasn't a Venom, this was a high class beast. Just as intelligent as a Furry White Dragon, where had they gotten one?
"Dam*..." He murmured again becoming unconscious, as a hand grabbed him by his jacket.
~meanwhile~
Kuwabara's eyes had opened to the sound of war. He was still weak, and fevered, but something told him to wake. It wasn't the sounds of war, it was something else. A feeling that hung in the air.
He sat up, and climbed out of the cot. His shirt was on the ground, but he did not pick it up. He grabbed his jacket so he would not be mistaken for the enemy. Too tired to button it up, he just walked out of the shield. The Healers did not stop him, running around trying to help everyone who was hit from not waking up quick enough.
As he walked, it was as if he was watching a silent movie. He knew there was sound, but he could not focus on it. He smelt blood, and as he walked he saw people killed in front of him. No bullet hit him, nothing touched him. Fate was pulling him by the sleeve of his jacket, towards an unknown place.
Kuwabara stumbled down towards the trench, and began to walk. He couldn't hear anything, and wasn't aware of anything as well. He just knew, he had to walk. Keep walking. Just walk. 'Where am I going?' He wondered.
He stopped, and looked up. Now he knew.
"HIEI!" Kuwabara cried, seeing the small warrior hanging over the neck of a Dragon, an enemy demon riding on it. Kuwabara ran, and leapt catching the dragon's neck. He had his sword in an instant, and tried to stab through the hard skin.
It roared and Kuwabara was flung in the air, along with Hiei. He tried to kick Hiei, to wake him up, or at least get him thrown away from the enemy, but his leg was not long enough to reach. When they both landed back on the dragon. Hiei at the neck, and he at the side. The demon laughed, and grabbed Kuwabara, pulling him up in his lap.
"Well human...that was a sorry attempt at a rescue, but don't lose heart!" The demon mocked him and laughed."You'll be going with him..." He pulled Kuwabara by the hair, making his neck exposed, pulled out a long thick needle, and pressed it in a bulging vein. Kuwabara opened his mouth in a silent scream, and closed his eyes tight. "One way or another...."
Hiei opened his eyes, and saw Kuwabara. Kuwabara had his head pressed tightly to the demon's shoulder and chest, his hands clutching and relaxing over and over again.
"Bak...baka?" He murmered, feeling dizzy and in pain from the wound on his side. Kuwabara's eyes opened and his body went slack, his mouth remaining open. The demon threw him, and Kuwabara landed next to Hiei. Kuwabara landed on his belly as well, hanging over the Dragon's neck like Hiei.
Kuwabara's eyes were wide open and his head was turned looking at Hiei. His body was completely stiff and his chest did not move. His hands were still clenched, and pain was written in his wide glassy eyes. it was as if the demon had taken a picture of him when he'd been stabbed in the neck, He had completely frozen up.
Hiei felt sick. He was dead. Just like that Kuwabara was dead? Hiei felt pain in his body. There was no honor in this death, no noble duty. It was just a death, that happened out of the blue. Kuwabara's soul would not rest in peace.
Hiei closed his eyes with mental, and physical pain.
It just wasn't fair.
The dragon took off in the air, and Hiei grabbed onto Kuwabara. Even though Kuwabara had always been annoying, and the demon wasn't the fondest of him, Hiei could not let his body fall to the ground.
One thing to be dead, but to have you body lost in war...Where your may never be recovered, was another. Hiei's thoughts drifted over to Yusuke. Yusuke and Kuwabara were so close. He remembered the tears falling from Yusuke's face, over several horrible incidents, most having to do with Kuwabara. The same was with Kuwabara.
If Hiei could not hold onto Kuwabara for him, then he would hold onto Kuwabara for Yusuke's sake. He clutched him, and the dragon's neck, and finally faded into the dark resources of his mind.
Before he passed out he murmured, "Foolish human...why do we keep meeting in this war, during our worst times?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well....hmmm....so...PREVIEW FOR NEXT CHAPTER:
Well, our friends are now prisoners of war....that sux so bad...and Kuwabara is dead...or...is he?
T_T...I'm sad....
Kurama: Why?
People call Kuwabara, Kuwabaka....
Kuwabara: They do!? *Sulks in corner* T_T
Hiei: Why does that make you sad?
I'm Kazima *Kuwabara*.....so am I Kazima Kuwabaka? *Sulks in corner with Kuwabara* T_T