The cold bone of his teeth almost seems to burn your warm skin. You wonder
if he'll swallow you alive. If he does, then you'll get a first hand
account of how it feels to be digested. Unless you suffocate in his stomach
first. His growls cause shivers to play up and down your spine. His snarls
of anticipation at swallowing you are going to be the last things you ever
hear. "Please... Some one, please save me... I know I don't deserve to live
after all the rotten things I've done... Please save me anyway..." You scream
as his dull teeth sink into your flesh, the searing pain causing your mind
to blank. Nothing has ever come close to hurting as bad. Even the time you
sliced your hand open with the butcher knife when you were ten. That knife
was sharp, so it slid into your hand quickly. But these blunt fangs must be
physically forced into you. Weakly lifting your arms to his jaws, you
fasten your fists around a pair of his teeth and attempt to force his mouth
open. But it is as if he doesn't notice. He just keeps applying pressure.
And you're supposedly a demon! Wouldn't you be able to rip him in half...?
That's it! There was a mistake, you were never meant to be here, you're not
a demon... Your screams become louder. Tears of pain and fear and sadness
seep from between your closed eyelids. It's all over! He's going to crunch
your neck in half!
The intense pressure loosens. His teeth slide from the deep wounds on your neck. His body weight falls away from you and thunders to the ground. You can feel the earth below your feet shake from his immense mass. Your hands fall to your sides. Still, you remain in your crouching position, your back against the huge tree. The pain has not stopped. But your eyes open slowly, as though afraid of what you may see. Your savoir stands before you, his pale face void of human expression. His black robe is smattered with red, as is his face. Held loosely in his right hand is a sword, the tip of its blade resting on the dead leaves. It too is stained scarlet. His crimson eyes are darkened with anger he has not yet unleashed. Lifting his foot, he kicks the carcass of your would-be killer with might that you would never know he possessed. The giant beast tumbles into the underbrush and out of view. He advances towards you, letting the sword fall from his grip and clatter to the forest floor. He has no use of it at the moment. In one swift movement, he falls to his knee at your side. You tremble with the pain that the gashes on your neck are causing you.
"What were you thinking, coming into this forest alone?" His voice is soft and gentle. His tone is a reprove, but he is not angry. You have never known him to be so... How ever you would describe it. To your eternal surprise, the warmth of his arms encircles you and he lifts you from the ground. He refuses to look at you now, not that you want to face his gaze anyway, you have been far to stupid. Your eyes close and you let your body go limp in his arms, sure now that you are safe.
"I'm sorry, Hiei..." You gasp. What else can you say? This has to have been the dumbest thing you have ever done, including the time you tried to stick your tongue into the electrical socket thing to impress your friend in third grade. Or yesterday when you thought it would be funny to mock him and say, "Yes sir!" That was pretty stupid, but not as stupid as wandering into the demon forest to pursue the same goal as Yuskue. Just what were you planning to do when you got to that tree, huh? Turn around and wander back? And what about all those physic dudes who got lost in the forest? They were really strong, and they got eaten. And now look. You're bleeding to death in Hiei's strong arms. But why isn't he laughing? And why is he the one saving you? And why the heck is he being so nice?! Are you so bad off that he's sure you'll die and he wants to be nice to you for the last few minutes of your life?! ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO DIE ANYWAY?! That's it, isn't it? Your wounds are so bad that you're going to die before you even get out of this forest of heck! He went through all that trouble, and you're going to die anyway. And as soon as you croak, he's going to drop your body and trample you and laugh. "I don't want to die!" You cry out without being aware of it.
"You are not going to die." Hiei snaps in response. Now he sounds like himself; annoyed. "If you wan to have a drama-queen episode, wait until I put you down, then cry and mourn all you want. But for now, SHUT UP!"
"I'm not gonna die? Are you sure, because-" You stop. What lunacy are you babbling? You sound like you're three years old! Hiei is now snickering at you, and after a moment of silent confusion, you join in. Already, the pain in your neck is fading. Upon touching you skin, you discover that the gashes have vanished. Since when did Hiei have healing powers? "Um, thanks for, uh... Saving me... I really appreciate it..." You mutter, your words slurred. You aren't the overly wordy type, and speeches of gratitude are not your thing. "Just what was that thing that tried to eat me?"
"A demon." He answers, a bit absentmindedly.
"I know that! What kind of demon?" You ask. It has occurred to you that perhaps you are a demon like him. A big, hideous, freaky dog-wolf-thing. Not in the least the kind you'd want to be. Ugh! If you were that ugly, you'd probably commit suicide.
"The kind that live in a forest."
Okay, now he's being smart. You tilt your head ever-so slightly to the side and see that the corners of his mouth are twitching in amusement. "What kind specifically?" You persist.
"Go ask your mother."
"Uh, hello, my mother wouldn't know what kind of demon it is!" Or, maybe she does. Maybe she knows that you're a demon, and just never told you. Maybe she's even scared of you, because she always thought that when you realized you had demonic powers, you'd pay her back for making you wash the dishes all these years.
"That is not my problem. Hn... your wounds seem to be healed," He trails off, his steady pace slowing, then ceasing altogether. He stands still and erect for a full second, as though in deep thought. "I think you can handle standing by yourself now." You let out a startled cry as he releases you and you fall to the forest floor with a thud.
You tip back, your hands splayed on the dead leaves behind you, and glare at him. "What the heck you do that for?!" You shout indignantly. "THANKS FER SAVIN' ME, BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT!"
"Hn." Was all he said as you stumbled back to your feet. You can feel your anger rising, and you have to bite your tongue to keep form hitting him. But why hold back? Hiei can't kill you, Koenma would send him to jail. He did save you, but what does that prove? Hiei lifts his chin a bit, his eyes surveying you coldly, a malicious tone to his grin. "Go on, kid. Hit me. I dare you."
A/N Please review and tell me if you'd, personally, hit Hiei in the face. He does deserve it, he's been a real jerk. Whether or not you hit him, you have to say why, okay? Thank you!
The intense pressure loosens. His teeth slide from the deep wounds on your neck. His body weight falls away from you and thunders to the ground. You can feel the earth below your feet shake from his immense mass. Your hands fall to your sides. Still, you remain in your crouching position, your back against the huge tree. The pain has not stopped. But your eyes open slowly, as though afraid of what you may see. Your savoir stands before you, his pale face void of human expression. His black robe is smattered with red, as is his face. Held loosely in his right hand is a sword, the tip of its blade resting on the dead leaves. It too is stained scarlet. His crimson eyes are darkened with anger he has not yet unleashed. Lifting his foot, he kicks the carcass of your would-be killer with might that you would never know he possessed. The giant beast tumbles into the underbrush and out of view. He advances towards you, letting the sword fall from his grip and clatter to the forest floor. He has no use of it at the moment. In one swift movement, he falls to his knee at your side. You tremble with the pain that the gashes on your neck are causing you.
"What were you thinking, coming into this forest alone?" His voice is soft and gentle. His tone is a reprove, but he is not angry. You have never known him to be so... How ever you would describe it. To your eternal surprise, the warmth of his arms encircles you and he lifts you from the ground. He refuses to look at you now, not that you want to face his gaze anyway, you have been far to stupid. Your eyes close and you let your body go limp in his arms, sure now that you are safe.
"I'm sorry, Hiei..." You gasp. What else can you say? This has to have been the dumbest thing you have ever done, including the time you tried to stick your tongue into the electrical socket thing to impress your friend in third grade. Or yesterday when you thought it would be funny to mock him and say, "Yes sir!" That was pretty stupid, but not as stupid as wandering into the demon forest to pursue the same goal as Yuskue. Just what were you planning to do when you got to that tree, huh? Turn around and wander back? And what about all those physic dudes who got lost in the forest? They were really strong, and they got eaten. And now look. You're bleeding to death in Hiei's strong arms. But why isn't he laughing? And why is he the one saving you? And why the heck is he being so nice?! Are you so bad off that he's sure you'll die and he wants to be nice to you for the last few minutes of your life?! ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO DIE ANYWAY?! That's it, isn't it? Your wounds are so bad that you're going to die before you even get out of this forest of heck! He went through all that trouble, and you're going to die anyway. And as soon as you croak, he's going to drop your body and trample you and laugh. "I don't want to die!" You cry out without being aware of it.
"You are not going to die." Hiei snaps in response. Now he sounds like himself; annoyed. "If you wan to have a drama-queen episode, wait until I put you down, then cry and mourn all you want. But for now, SHUT UP!"
"I'm not gonna die? Are you sure, because-" You stop. What lunacy are you babbling? You sound like you're three years old! Hiei is now snickering at you, and after a moment of silent confusion, you join in. Already, the pain in your neck is fading. Upon touching you skin, you discover that the gashes have vanished. Since when did Hiei have healing powers? "Um, thanks for, uh... Saving me... I really appreciate it..." You mutter, your words slurred. You aren't the overly wordy type, and speeches of gratitude are not your thing. "Just what was that thing that tried to eat me?"
"A demon." He answers, a bit absentmindedly.
"I know that! What kind of demon?" You ask. It has occurred to you that perhaps you are a demon like him. A big, hideous, freaky dog-wolf-thing. Not in the least the kind you'd want to be. Ugh! If you were that ugly, you'd probably commit suicide.
"The kind that live in a forest."
Okay, now he's being smart. You tilt your head ever-so slightly to the side and see that the corners of his mouth are twitching in amusement. "What kind specifically?" You persist.
"Go ask your mother."
"Uh, hello, my mother wouldn't know what kind of demon it is!" Or, maybe she does. Maybe she knows that you're a demon, and just never told you. Maybe she's even scared of you, because she always thought that when you realized you had demonic powers, you'd pay her back for making you wash the dishes all these years.
"That is not my problem. Hn... your wounds seem to be healed," He trails off, his steady pace slowing, then ceasing altogether. He stands still and erect for a full second, as though in deep thought. "I think you can handle standing by yourself now." You let out a startled cry as he releases you and you fall to the forest floor with a thud.
You tip back, your hands splayed on the dead leaves behind you, and glare at him. "What the heck you do that for?!" You shout indignantly. "THANKS FER SAVIN' ME, BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT!"
"Hn." Was all he said as you stumbled back to your feet. You can feel your anger rising, and you have to bite your tongue to keep form hitting him. But why hold back? Hiei can't kill you, Koenma would send him to jail. He did save you, but what does that prove? Hiei lifts his chin a bit, his eyes surveying you coldly, a malicious tone to his grin. "Go on, kid. Hit me. I dare you."
A/N Please review and tell me if you'd, personally, hit Hiei in the face. He does deserve it, he's been a real jerk. Whether or not you hit him, you have to say why, okay? Thank you!