Prologue
The wind blew through her windows, causing her reddish brown hair to fly around her face. She looked out the window and straight into glowing crimson eyes. She knew those eyes, but not from reality. It was not possible. He could not be real...or could he.
The fire demon watched the girl through her window; he knew something she did not. Nevertheless, she knew something about him. He could sense it. What it was, he did not know. As soon as her attention was brought away from the window, he slipped in, walking up behind her.
"Who the frick are you?" she asked, spinning around in her swivel chair to face him. She gasped in shock at the stark reality that he was the same as the character that was looking endlessly up at her from the comic book on her desk. "It's not possible," she muttered, shaking her head.
"What's not possible?" he asked, looking down at the book. His eyes lit with shock as he looked into his own face. The book held scenes from his past. How was it possible?
"You can't be Hiei Jaganshi, the Forbidden Child," the girl said, looking him straight in his crimson eyes. Green met crimson and he shivered, only demons held such gazes as the one she was giving him, but then again, she was a demon, a young one trapped in the human world, had been since her birth.
"I can be, and I am," he replied, walking closer to her. "Just as you are Marx Straff, or think you are, you are in reality Ashryn Renaldris, a forbidden child, like myself," he added, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to drop the item she had just picked up.
He bent down and picked up the pocketknife, smiling as he opened it, revealing the jagged blade. "Give me my knife back," she hissed, surprising herself with the lowness of her voice. She looked down at her hands, which she had clenched into fists and looked at the blood flowing freely from the palms, which had been cut by her previously nonexistent fingernails. "What's happening to me?" she asked, looking back up at him, her eyes narrowing.
"You're changing, into what you truly are, a demon, like me," he replied, holding the knife out to her. "Go look in the mirror."
She huffily took her knife back and picked up a silver hand mirror from her desk, dropping it to the floor, yet it did not break. Her hair, which had once been a coppery reddish brown, was now black as pitch with silvery colored streaks. "This can't be happening," she said, shaking her head again and looking back up at him, her once green eyes now purplish- blacky-blue, almost the color of the 2:00 am sky outside her window.
"It is happening 'Shryn. Now, come with me. You can't stay here. I was sent by Koenma, Prince of the-" Hiei began but Ashryn cut him off.
"I know who Koenma is, and I guess he wants you to take me to him, am I correct?" she asked, standing up and walking to her closet.
"Yes, you are," Hiei replied as Ashryn reached into her closet and pulled out a pair of black pants with blue flames on the flared legs and a matching tank top and hoodie. She pulled off her t-shirt and pulled the other off the hanger and over her head. She quickly slipped off her shorts and pulled on her pants as she felt his gaze on her back. "Is something wrong?"
"Not really, I just don't like people watching me get dressed that I barely know," she replied, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of socks that matched the rest of her outfit so far.
"I see. Well, do all of your clothes look like that?" he asked, watching as she sat on her bed and pulled the socks on before pulling on a pair of converse that perfectly matched 'She likes blue flames. Hn,' he thought, smirking slightly at her. "You ready?" he asked as she picked up a backpack that also perfectly matched her clothing.
"Yeah, I guess," she replied, looking at him.
"Good, come on," he said, kneeling and looking back at her over his shoulder.
"What on earth are you doing?" she asked, walking up to him, laughing slightly.
"There's only one way to get to the Spirit World in the time allotted to us, and you don't know how to get there plus, I want you to keep up with me, so get on my back," he replied, not taking his eyes away from her. 'What is this strange feeling?' he asked his self, sighing as she got on his back. He stood up and took off, jumping out her window and running.
The wind blew through her windows, causing her reddish brown hair to fly around her face. She looked out the window and straight into glowing crimson eyes. She knew those eyes, but not from reality. It was not possible. He could not be real...or could he.
The fire demon watched the girl through her window; he knew something she did not. Nevertheless, she knew something about him. He could sense it. What it was, he did not know. As soon as her attention was brought away from the window, he slipped in, walking up behind her.
"Who the frick are you?" she asked, spinning around in her swivel chair to face him. She gasped in shock at the stark reality that he was the same as the character that was looking endlessly up at her from the comic book on her desk. "It's not possible," she muttered, shaking her head.
"What's not possible?" he asked, looking down at the book. His eyes lit with shock as he looked into his own face. The book held scenes from his past. How was it possible?
"You can't be Hiei Jaganshi, the Forbidden Child," the girl said, looking him straight in his crimson eyes. Green met crimson and he shivered, only demons held such gazes as the one she was giving him, but then again, she was a demon, a young one trapped in the human world, had been since her birth.
"I can be, and I am," he replied, walking closer to her. "Just as you are Marx Straff, or think you are, you are in reality Ashryn Renaldris, a forbidden child, like myself," he added, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to drop the item she had just picked up.
He bent down and picked up the pocketknife, smiling as he opened it, revealing the jagged blade. "Give me my knife back," she hissed, surprising herself with the lowness of her voice. She looked down at her hands, which she had clenched into fists and looked at the blood flowing freely from the palms, which had been cut by her previously nonexistent fingernails. "What's happening to me?" she asked, looking back up at him, her eyes narrowing.
"You're changing, into what you truly are, a demon, like me," he replied, holding the knife out to her. "Go look in the mirror."
She huffily took her knife back and picked up a silver hand mirror from her desk, dropping it to the floor, yet it did not break. Her hair, which had once been a coppery reddish brown, was now black as pitch with silvery colored streaks. "This can't be happening," she said, shaking her head again and looking back up at him, her once green eyes now purplish- blacky-blue, almost the color of the 2:00 am sky outside her window.
"It is happening 'Shryn. Now, come with me. You can't stay here. I was sent by Koenma, Prince of the-" Hiei began but Ashryn cut him off.
"I know who Koenma is, and I guess he wants you to take me to him, am I correct?" she asked, standing up and walking to her closet.
"Yes, you are," Hiei replied as Ashryn reached into her closet and pulled out a pair of black pants with blue flames on the flared legs and a matching tank top and hoodie. She pulled off her t-shirt and pulled the other off the hanger and over her head. She quickly slipped off her shorts and pulled on her pants as she felt his gaze on her back. "Is something wrong?"
"Not really, I just don't like people watching me get dressed that I barely know," she replied, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of socks that matched the rest of her outfit so far.
"I see. Well, do all of your clothes look like that?" he asked, watching as she sat on her bed and pulled the socks on before pulling on a pair of converse that perfectly matched 'She likes blue flames. Hn,' he thought, smirking slightly at her. "You ready?" he asked as she picked up a backpack that also perfectly matched her clothing.
"Yeah, I guess," she replied, looking at him.
"Good, come on," he said, kneeling and looking back at her over his shoulder.
"What on earth are you doing?" she asked, walking up to him, laughing slightly.
"There's only one way to get to the Spirit World in the time allotted to us, and you don't know how to get there plus, I want you to keep up with me, so get on my back," he replied, not taking his eyes away from her. 'What is this strange feeling?' he asked his self, sighing as she got on his back. He stood up and took off, jumping out her window and running.