Title: Needs of the Jagan Eye
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yu-Yu-Hakusho is of no way affiliated with Liola Li. This fanfic is for entertainment only and will not grant profits without the express permission of creator. sigh ==Usigh
Story thus far: The Jagan eye has, in accordance to the mating rituals, chosen a human for it's demon overseer. With his strength at risk and relentless consideration, Hiei obeys to the wishes of the unusual matchmaker. However, Hiei vows to end the relationship as soon as the proper 'courtships' has been reached; then, gently erase any trace of himself from the female's memories. Allowing him to leave the human world with at least a shred of honor intact.
Frustrations and obstacles stood in his way with many humilating moments ebbing away at his fragile dignity. However, slowly but surly, the female has accepted him with the gesture of a single kiss.
Chapter summary: Hiei returns to the demon world after his long mysterious absence in order to fulfill his duties. Mukuro, knowing of the difficult scenario, offers him a piece of wisdom. Celeste, back at the human world, deeply questions her relationship with Hiei.
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The first kiss. Not only a gesture of my progress but a pleasing experience overall. Soft lips moistened in the sweet heaven-scent fruit known as the tangerine are nothing but an unforgettable memory now. . . yet still holds the promise of what is to be. That prospect alone has added delight in achieving my goal by at least ten fold. However, I feel strangely saddened at the notion of leaving her behind. I wonder if I can keep her as a servant in the castle?
Enough of my distracting fantasies for now. My head is already aching with the lecture Mukuro would surly give me for my absense, especially considering my post. Of course, she is not the type to converse but snide remarks and an evil knowing smirk would be loud enough. The sighting of me with Celeste by Jin, Touya, and the hooded demon would not escape the ears of Mukuro. I have found out long ago not to underestimate her.
Growling, I neared the portal. It was pure luck that I had found this portal after only searching three hours of one that was available. Most would disappear and appear at random. With my experience with guarding these things, I was able to recognize places they would most likely appear.Usually the swirling demensional rip would appear in a place full of life energy so untouched forests were ideal. Knowing full well what could be on the other side, I unsheathed my katana that I had retrieved ealier with my other measly belongings. I looked back towards the skyscrapers behind me before taking the first step in.
Almost immediately, I heard an airy voice call out with an edge of annoyance 'Great! Ere's nother one". Two muscular arms grabbed me from behind and I found myself floating above the ground. "Tsk. Tsk. Don' cha humans ever know when not ter mess-".
"Shut up Jin," I said while leaping out of his arms and landing on the ground below. For a while, the red-haired demon of the wind gaped at me before landing beside me with a shadow of a laugh constructed on his face.
"Hiei? Thought you 'ere goin to.." he suddenly stopped talking and began nudging me with his elbow while winking constantly.
I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "Have you told anybody of my situation?", I demanded in a low monotone voice. Jin looked at me strangely then smirked. He wasn't used to standing so long and had decided to hover a few feet off the ground with his legs crossed.
"Naw, I didn'. Not the type ter go blabbin-"
Impatiently, I pulled him down by the ankle and whispered, "If you tell anyone..-anyTHING- then I will depict so much pain on you that you will wish you were in hell." He backed off, giving a nervous chuckle.
'Don' worry," he started, ignoring the threat, " Mukuro gave me orders not ter tell. An' I-".
"Mukuro knows?"
He looked surprised at his own slip and quickly stopped midsentence. "Uh-I mean.. Well, er.."
I glared at him.
Jin sighed. Knowing that it was too late to take it back, he began his confession. "Well, Mukuro is one smart demon if I evr' see on'- not sayin' that you aren't quick either, Hiei- but she knew tha' you'd got a good reason fer not bein' here. When she heard the place Touya, me, n ' Yumi 'ere goin', she ask'd if we saw you there." He shrugged. "Lying to 'er was impossible."
I could not blame him. It was true what he said: Lying to Mukuro is impossible. "She ordered you not to tell anyone?"
Jin nodded, his familiar smile still in place. "Som'thing about reputation."
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I entered the castle's hot spring, welcoming the soothing waters to engulf me in artificial paradise. My muscles relaxed with my mind along for the ride. Since meeting Jin, I have found out that Mukuro had ways for people to stay quiet about hush-hush matters. Bribery, blackmail, contracts dealing with the soul, etc. etc. After conversing for around ten minutes, I was confident that Touya and Yumi would obey their orders also.
Yawning, I sank deeper into the water until it reached the middle of my neck. With my eyes half-shut, I thought ruefully about the last time I was able to allow myself to rest like this. Not for a long ti-
Wait. I remember now. The time I had slept on Celeste's couch with that blanket of horribly patterned flowers on me. However, it was most likely an overdrink of alcohol that knocked me out; thus, it does not count. The events of that night was troubling to say the least. I usually had to drink dozens more to have that affect. But adding in that the place was held in a meadow with hazardous lights and the manmade bar was a few wooden crates, why should I be surprise?
Then I was reminded of the dream. The disturbing images of my companions lying face down in the blood-soaked snow had haunted me ever since I had seen it. Even worse, the dream had implied that I had killed them with my own hands. Even now, I can feel their warm blood covering me and sticking to my clothes; their eyes looking up at me, silently asking 'Why? Why did you kill us? Us-your friends?'
I could feel my face become distorted in disgust as I unwillingly revisited the details. The cold harsh wind, the deep snow as I trudged towards the corspes, my emotions overwhelming me as I tried feverishly to wipe the blood from my guilty hands by plunging them into the piles of snow....
It was then that Celeste had come in my dream. Her knowing smile curved her mouth a sshe kneeled before me and, not even glancing at the blood, comforted me. A newborn cold-blooded murderer of friends trusted by a girl who's presence brought me warmth.
I killed her. I winced as I remembered her rough hands pushing me away, her face of the sadness of being betrayed and the thud of her body making a deep depression on the snow. The elegant dagger, fresh from a new kill, seemed to gleam with no light.
I looked onto my hands and streched my fingers in and out to make sure that they were mine. As I did so, the door to the room opened. I didn't bother to turn around, knowing full well the only other person with permission to be here. Instead I edged over to the other side, turning my back so I would not see her undress. I heard Mukuro gingerly step over the tiled floor and into the water, finally submerging herself in the hot springs.
"I have heard of your predicament," she said with a pleasant tone," I must say Hiei, I didn't expect you to be the type who would be brought into these situations so easily." I didn't answer her. Though they had their differences, Mukuro reminds me in many ways of Kurama. They both enjoy this type of torture and would, at any given chance, mocking me endlessly. Both also pay no heed to threats, especially regarding mine. Jin also did not seem to bother with my threats.
It must be something to do with redheads.
"Mock me all you want, Mukuro," I said flatly turning around, "My situation regards my own self and not anyone eles. Besides, I have already developed a suitable plan to end all of this nonsense." She looked at me strangely, sending a few questioning glances. Fortunately she understood my need for privacy unlike Jin and Kurama thus pressed no further into the matter.
I sulked near the bottom of the hot spring, recharging myself by inhaling the steam that hovered near the top of the water. I saw her carefully reaching for a towel near the bank to wash the half of her body that had been destroyed by acid. I could see the large scars on her back that were vainly trying to heal itself. Though I never asked directly, I knew the vague history behind it from circulating rumors.
She had destroyed half of her physical body to save herself from an evil man. Even I could not imagine what a childhood Mukuro had gone through leading her to the decision she made that led to the scars which would never heal. That alone was enough to earn my respect where the others had taken years.
She took the towel in her hand and soaked it in the hot spring, wincing in pain, she began to clean the scars. Her reputation as the one of the most powerful demons in existence had led her to ignore the reoccuring aches. Only through intense training, was she able to completely ignore it during the heat of battle.
Her hand started to reach over her shoulder, aiming for the peeling tissue at the back. I grabbed a nearby towel, dipped it in water, and moved towards her. "Don't bother," I said and, with the most gentle hands I can muster, began to press the moist towel onto her skin. Asmall unnoticeable smile curved her mouth, her rare gesture of gratitude.
"Hiei.." she stated to say. Her tone of voice was soft.
"What?"
Mukuro paused for a moment, first hesistating in continuing but decided to finish."Do not underestimate humans," she breathed.
I rolled my eyes. Of course, being with Yuske, Kurama, and even Kuwabara had already installed in me that lesson. "I already know this," I stated impatiently but still keeping my touch soft, "They sometimes can show great spritual powers when pressed hard enough-"
"That is not what I meant," she interrupted, "Humans... can be very surprising." Hearing my silenct, she began to clarify, "Your situation, Hiei, is not rare at all. Demons often find themselves in the human world or a human in a demon world. In either case, it is almost certain that they would be changed forever." Mukuro breathed out and shifted her shoulders to look at me,"Especially ones like you and I."
"They offer something most demons could not give, but most of us urgently want."
"Mukuro what the hell-?!!"
"This is a warning, Hiei. Whatever your plan is for this human girl... it will undoubtedly fail. Brace yourself for what is to come. Few demons ever survive it."
I was dumbfounded. Her talk was usually riddles yet this was not the usual way she would discuss it. However, I continued to bathe her with the moist towel in silence as my mind reviewed what had just been said. When I was done, I drifted away for her to get up. An idea suddenly struck me as she laid her towel on a rock.
"Mukuro, you were-?" But I couldn't bring myself to complete the question. Mukuro stopped midway of lifting herself out of the water at my voice. Turning halfway, she reached down towards the water with one hand then brought it up again. With a nonchalant smile on her face, she looked at the water in the cup of her hand as it streamed down her fingers.
Without recognizing my presence beside her, she stated to speak in a dry whisper.
"With my own hands, I was able to destroy... my only true obstacle for achieving the power I have now. I survived."
Contrary to what her statement was, her face showed no great battle victory. A dreamy glaze overcame her eyes and shielded her true intentions underneath. Still looking down on her hands, she added as the last droplet of water slipped out of her palm,"Whether I regret or not the original action...... is still undecided."
I stared- truly stared- at the demon before me. No words were exchanged as Mukuro slipped out of the water, with my back turned of course, and stepped out of the room with a set of fresh clothes between two boulders laid by the servants the day before.
My gaze drifted towards my own reflection in the water through the steam. My cupped hands slowly dipped into the water, breaking my own face into many ripples that stretched towards the ends of the banks. Lifting my hands, I was able to trap some water and gingerly, I held it nearer to my bare chest. My gaze met into the familiar pleasant green eyes I have seen so often looking at me with the utmost trust. The water was streaming down my fingers, however, I could not do anything to help the reflection as the last drop fell back into the water and out of my hands.
I stared at my hands. With these hands, I had shed so much blood from enemies and innocents alike. Was that the meaning of my dream? Are my companions doomed becaues of my past lust of death?
"Celeste," I spoke inaudibly, remembering the final events of that dream, "Is she..?"
I awaited for an answer in the empty room though I did not complete the question.
The soft silence did not care for my troubles.
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Author's note: Sorry for the lack of updates! Four whole months and I am at disbelief of the support from faithful reviewers. In a nutshell: Computer went berserk. Needed fixing. Parents cheap.
However, thanks to my 'ingenious' mind, I found a way to get my computer fixed and for free! However, it was also the caues of the four month waiting period. Good news is: Becaues of summer vacation, I should be able to produce chapters more quickly. crosses fingers
Review please! Though I have no right to say so.
P.S. New Yu-Yu-Hakusho on Cartoon Network!
P.S.S Be sure to check out my friend's stories too: Chibi Koneko! Especially if you like sailor moon crossovers!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yu-Yu-Hakusho is of no way affiliated with Liola Li. This fanfic is for entertainment only and will not grant profits without the express permission of creator. sigh ==Usigh
Story thus far: The Jagan eye has, in accordance to the mating rituals, chosen a human for it's demon overseer. With his strength at risk and relentless consideration, Hiei obeys to the wishes of the unusual matchmaker. However, Hiei vows to end the relationship as soon as the proper 'courtships' has been reached; then, gently erase any trace of himself from the female's memories. Allowing him to leave the human world with at least a shred of honor intact.
Frustrations and obstacles stood in his way with many humilating moments ebbing away at his fragile dignity. However, slowly but surly, the female has accepted him with the gesture of a single kiss.
Chapter summary: Hiei returns to the demon world after his long mysterious absence in order to fulfill his duties. Mukuro, knowing of the difficult scenario, offers him a piece of wisdom. Celeste, back at the human world, deeply questions her relationship with Hiei.
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The first kiss. Not only a gesture of my progress but a pleasing experience overall. Soft lips moistened in the sweet heaven-scent fruit known as the tangerine are nothing but an unforgettable memory now. . . yet still holds the promise of what is to be. That prospect alone has added delight in achieving my goal by at least ten fold. However, I feel strangely saddened at the notion of leaving her behind. I wonder if I can keep her as a servant in the castle?
Enough of my distracting fantasies for now. My head is already aching with the lecture Mukuro would surly give me for my absense, especially considering my post. Of course, she is not the type to converse but snide remarks and an evil knowing smirk would be loud enough. The sighting of me with Celeste by Jin, Touya, and the hooded demon would not escape the ears of Mukuro. I have found out long ago not to underestimate her.
Growling, I neared the portal. It was pure luck that I had found this portal after only searching three hours of one that was available. Most would disappear and appear at random. With my experience with guarding these things, I was able to recognize places they would most likely appear.Usually the swirling demensional rip would appear in a place full of life energy so untouched forests were ideal. Knowing full well what could be on the other side, I unsheathed my katana that I had retrieved ealier with my other measly belongings. I looked back towards the skyscrapers behind me before taking the first step in.
Almost immediately, I heard an airy voice call out with an edge of annoyance 'Great! Ere's nother one". Two muscular arms grabbed me from behind and I found myself floating above the ground. "Tsk. Tsk. Don' cha humans ever know when not ter mess-".
"Shut up Jin," I said while leaping out of his arms and landing on the ground below. For a while, the red-haired demon of the wind gaped at me before landing beside me with a shadow of a laugh constructed on his face.
"Hiei? Thought you 'ere goin to.." he suddenly stopped talking and began nudging me with his elbow while winking constantly.
I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "Have you told anybody of my situation?", I demanded in a low monotone voice. Jin looked at me strangely then smirked. He wasn't used to standing so long and had decided to hover a few feet off the ground with his legs crossed.
"Naw, I didn'. Not the type ter go blabbin-"
Impatiently, I pulled him down by the ankle and whispered, "If you tell anyone..-anyTHING- then I will depict so much pain on you that you will wish you were in hell." He backed off, giving a nervous chuckle.
'Don' worry," he started, ignoring the threat, " Mukuro gave me orders not ter tell. An' I-".
"Mukuro knows?"
He looked surprised at his own slip and quickly stopped midsentence. "Uh-I mean.. Well, er.."
I glared at him.
Jin sighed. Knowing that it was too late to take it back, he began his confession. "Well, Mukuro is one smart demon if I evr' see on'- not sayin' that you aren't quick either, Hiei- but she knew tha' you'd got a good reason fer not bein' here. When she heard the place Touya, me, n ' Yumi 'ere goin', she ask'd if we saw you there." He shrugged. "Lying to 'er was impossible."
I could not blame him. It was true what he said: Lying to Mukuro is impossible. "She ordered you not to tell anyone?"
Jin nodded, his familiar smile still in place. "Som'thing about reputation."
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I entered the castle's hot spring, welcoming the soothing waters to engulf me in artificial paradise. My muscles relaxed with my mind along for the ride. Since meeting Jin, I have found out that Mukuro had ways for people to stay quiet about hush-hush matters. Bribery, blackmail, contracts dealing with the soul, etc. etc. After conversing for around ten minutes, I was confident that Touya and Yumi would obey their orders also.
Yawning, I sank deeper into the water until it reached the middle of my neck. With my eyes half-shut, I thought ruefully about the last time I was able to allow myself to rest like this. Not for a long ti-
Wait. I remember now. The time I had slept on Celeste's couch with that blanket of horribly patterned flowers on me. However, it was most likely an overdrink of alcohol that knocked me out; thus, it does not count. The events of that night was troubling to say the least. I usually had to drink dozens more to have that affect. But adding in that the place was held in a meadow with hazardous lights and the manmade bar was a few wooden crates, why should I be surprise?
Then I was reminded of the dream. The disturbing images of my companions lying face down in the blood-soaked snow had haunted me ever since I had seen it. Even worse, the dream had implied that I had killed them with my own hands. Even now, I can feel their warm blood covering me and sticking to my clothes; their eyes looking up at me, silently asking 'Why? Why did you kill us? Us-your friends?'
I could feel my face become distorted in disgust as I unwillingly revisited the details. The cold harsh wind, the deep snow as I trudged towards the corspes, my emotions overwhelming me as I tried feverishly to wipe the blood from my guilty hands by plunging them into the piles of snow....
It was then that Celeste had come in my dream. Her knowing smile curved her mouth a sshe kneeled before me and, not even glancing at the blood, comforted me. A newborn cold-blooded murderer of friends trusted by a girl who's presence brought me warmth.
I killed her. I winced as I remembered her rough hands pushing me away, her face of the sadness of being betrayed and the thud of her body making a deep depression on the snow. The elegant dagger, fresh from a new kill, seemed to gleam with no light.
I looked onto my hands and streched my fingers in and out to make sure that they were mine. As I did so, the door to the room opened. I didn't bother to turn around, knowing full well the only other person with permission to be here. Instead I edged over to the other side, turning my back so I would not see her undress. I heard Mukuro gingerly step over the tiled floor and into the water, finally submerging herself in the hot springs.
"I have heard of your predicament," she said with a pleasant tone," I must say Hiei, I didn't expect you to be the type who would be brought into these situations so easily." I didn't answer her. Though they had their differences, Mukuro reminds me in many ways of Kurama. They both enjoy this type of torture and would, at any given chance, mocking me endlessly. Both also pay no heed to threats, especially regarding mine. Jin also did not seem to bother with my threats.
It must be something to do with redheads.
"Mock me all you want, Mukuro," I said flatly turning around, "My situation regards my own self and not anyone eles. Besides, I have already developed a suitable plan to end all of this nonsense." She looked at me strangely, sending a few questioning glances. Fortunately she understood my need for privacy unlike Jin and Kurama thus pressed no further into the matter.
I sulked near the bottom of the hot spring, recharging myself by inhaling the steam that hovered near the top of the water. I saw her carefully reaching for a towel near the bank to wash the half of her body that had been destroyed by acid. I could see the large scars on her back that were vainly trying to heal itself. Though I never asked directly, I knew the vague history behind it from circulating rumors.
She had destroyed half of her physical body to save herself from an evil man. Even I could not imagine what a childhood Mukuro had gone through leading her to the decision she made that led to the scars which would never heal. That alone was enough to earn my respect where the others had taken years.
She took the towel in her hand and soaked it in the hot spring, wincing in pain, she began to clean the scars. Her reputation as the one of the most powerful demons in existence had led her to ignore the reoccuring aches. Only through intense training, was she able to completely ignore it during the heat of battle.
Her hand started to reach over her shoulder, aiming for the peeling tissue at the back. I grabbed a nearby towel, dipped it in water, and moved towards her. "Don't bother," I said and, with the most gentle hands I can muster, began to press the moist towel onto her skin. Asmall unnoticeable smile curved her mouth, her rare gesture of gratitude.
"Hiei.." she stated to say. Her tone of voice was soft.
"What?"
Mukuro paused for a moment, first hesistating in continuing but decided to finish."Do not underestimate humans," she breathed.
I rolled my eyes. Of course, being with Yuske, Kurama, and even Kuwabara had already installed in me that lesson. "I already know this," I stated impatiently but still keeping my touch soft, "They sometimes can show great spritual powers when pressed hard enough-"
"That is not what I meant," she interrupted, "Humans... can be very surprising." Hearing my silenct, she began to clarify, "Your situation, Hiei, is not rare at all. Demons often find themselves in the human world or a human in a demon world. In either case, it is almost certain that they would be changed forever." Mukuro breathed out and shifted her shoulders to look at me,"Especially ones like you and I."
"They offer something most demons could not give, but most of us urgently want."
"Mukuro what the hell-?!!"
"This is a warning, Hiei. Whatever your plan is for this human girl... it will undoubtedly fail. Brace yourself for what is to come. Few demons ever survive it."
I was dumbfounded. Her talk was usually riddles yet this was not the usual way she would discuss it. However, I continued to bathe her with the moist towel in silence as my mind reviewed what had just been said. When I was done, I drifted away for her to get up. An idea suddenly struck me as she laid her towel on a rock.
"Mukuro, you were-?" But I couldn't bring myself to complete the question. Mukuro stopped midway of lifting herself out of the water at my voice. Turning halfway, she reached down towards the water with one hand then brought it up again. With a nonchalant smile on her face, she looked at the water in the cup of her hand as it streamed down her fingers.
Without recognizing my presence beside her, she stated to speak in a dry whisper.
"With my own hands, I was able to destroy... my only true obstacle for achieving the power I have now. I survived."
Contrary to what her statement was, her face showed no great battle victory. A dreamy glaze overcame her eyes and shielded her true intentions underneath. Still looking down on her hands, she added as the last droplet of water slipped out of her palm,"Whether I regret or not the original action...... is still undecided."
I stared- truly stared- at the demon before me. No words were exchanged as Mukuro slipped out of the water, with my back turned of course, and stepped out of the room with a set of fresh clothes between two boulders laid by the servants the day before.
My gaze drifted towards my own reflection in the water through the steam. My cupped hands slowly dipped into the water, breaking my own face into many ripples that stretched towards the ends of the banks. Lifting my hands, I was able to trap some water and gingerly, I held it nearer to my bare chest. My gaze met into the familiar pleasant green eyes I have seen so often looking at me with the utmost trust. The water was streaming down my fingers, however, I could not do anything to help the reflection as the last drop fell back into the water and out of my hands.
I stared at my hands. With these hands, I had shed so much blood from enemies and innocents alike. Was that the meaning of my dream? Are my companions doomed becaues of my past lust of death?
"Celeste," I spoke inaudibly, remembering the final events of that dream, "Is she..?"
I awaited for an answer in the empty room though I did not complete the question.
The soft silence did not care for my troubles.
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Author's note: Sorry for the lack of updates! Four whole months and I am at disbelief of the support from faithful reviewers. In a nutshell: Computer went berserk. Needed fixing. Parents cheap.
However, thanks to my 'ingenious' mind, I found a way to get my computer fixed and for free! However, it was also the caues of the four month waiting period. Good news is: Becaues of summer vacation, I should be able to produce chapters more quickly. crosses fingers
Review please! Though I have no right to say so.
P.S. New Yu-Yu-Hakusho on Cartoon Network!
P.S.S Be sure to check out my friend's stories too: Chibi Koneko! Especially if you like sailor moon crossovers!