Disclaimer: I own nothing of Yu Yu Hakusho...sniffles WHY!? I would take
care of them! I would feed them, and talk to them! But noooooo...
Well, I hope you enjoy this, even if I don't own Yu Yu. I WANNA OWN
HIEI!!!!!!!!! cries pathetically in corner Go about your business,
nothing to see here.
Kaiya, Fire Triplet
I'm home, mom!" I screamed, letting my voice echo dully in the empty house.
"Mom?" I called again, glancing at the small, round table. Among the scattered pieces of newspapers and magazine clippings was a piece of lined paper containing a small note. With large flourishing letters, it read:
Kaiya,
I won't be home until early tomorrow morning. Hope I get this big break! Wish me luck! Love, Mom
I crushed the note in my fist and sighed as I tossed it in a neglected garbage can by the dish filled sink. I took my school bag to my room, throwing it lazily on my small bed and grabbed my red sunglasses. It was time for me to make an appearance at the arcade.
I set a leisurely slow pace flipping my slightly wavy, red hair behind my shoulders. I took one of the many main roads, even though I knew it would be crowded and longer. But somehow large crowds calm me, there would be times when I was slightly claustrophobic, but sometimes all of the hustle and bustle soothed my restless spirit. Maybe it was just to silently prove to myself that my life wasn't all that bad. Living in the city wasn't terrible, don't take this wrong, but I sometimes feel like a part of me is missing somewhere. I have no idea what or where it is, and believe me I've looked, yet I get an empty feeling that I'm not all here.
It wasn't until then that I realized where I was. A pale blue building greeted me and I walked briskly inside.
"Hey, Kai!" Rick, the arcade manager, exclaimed looking me over. I always felt like he's undressing me with his eyes. But being the kind of girl I am, I ignore the gaze with shivers running up and down my spine.
"Yeah, uh, any competitors worth my time?" I asked pushing down my red shades and glancing at him from over the top. I leaned my arms lazily on the counter and looked around the deserted game room.
"Where is everybody?" I stood up straight and scanned it quickly.
"Watching your competition," he smirked, licking his thin, greasy lips. I almost gagged, but I held it in as I pushed my red sunglasses back to their original place.
"Oh, really?" I countered.
I dodged amateur shooting games as I made my way to the back of the large arcade room. Once there, I found the biggest crowd I had ever seen, and I've seen a bunch of them.
I pushed roughly through and saw the prize possession of all arcades in the world. A big fighting simulation pad. A game that required two people who knew how to knock the other out with a couple blows. So far I was the champion, but it looked like someone was trying to claim my title.
A hush fell over the room as some locals recognized me. Old champs scowled threateningly while admirers beamed. I narrowed my chocolate brown eyes as I studied the large screen that produced the fighters every move.
I immediately spotted the fighter on the right's weaknesses, while the one on the left was beating the tar out of the other. My mouth dropped wide open as the mysterious fighter made a complex move I had been trying to perfect.
Finally with on last swoop of his right arm, the left fighter was victorious as his opponent's simulation look-alike fainted to the ground.
Screams and hollers erupted as the fighters emerged from the two pads. A wave of heat washed over my body and my stomach turned a couple circles as I realized that I would have to challenge this phenomenon newcomer.
I stepped boldly forward with a playful smirk secretly hiding my nervous feelings.
"Who's next?" He asked looking for a new victim. I had never seen him before, and yet something about the fighter reminded me off---something strange. I couldn't place my finger on it as I felt my lips shout. "You think you can beat me?"
"And just who are you?" He almost laughed the words, which sent my blood boiling.
"I'm Kaiya. The champion of the game you stand on, you fool!" I shouted pointing my finger at him.
"Really? We'll just see about that," he smirked. He flicked his navy blue hair out of his pale gray eyes while some pathetic girls swooned.
I exaggerated rolling my eyes, letting the pretty boy know what I really thought about him.
"So, let's do this," I said stepping up the steep four stairs to the skinny platform. After that I turned to the newcomer and gripped his hand tight, giving it a slight shake up and down.
The whole time I glared darkly at him, while he just smiled as if he knew something I didn't. What was it? What was he hiding from me?
Before any more paranoid questions could fly through my head, my opponent twirled on his heels and sauntered to the pad. Shutting the door with a crazy, mischievous glint locked deep in his eyes.
I tried to shake off all of my worries as I walked in my pad and closed the door. I spotted the skin-tight suits in the corner and pulled on a black one.
Then I flipped a switch next to the door and the small room I was in turned dark. Slowly small lights turned on, revealing a desert area. The simulation had begun.
I scanned the flat, sand surface carefully, waiting for the other fighter to show himself. With a small flash of black, he appeared a couple feet in front of me.
"Ready to lose?" he asked sliding in a battle stance that seemed oddly familiar.
"We'll just see who loses," I replied, bringing my tightly-clenched hands up to block my face. Right on cue my body froze and a mechanical woman's voice rang out with a fake English accent.
"Ready fighters? 3...2...1...FIGHT!"
Instantly my body was released and I glared at my opponent, waiting for him to make the first move. He circled slowly and I followed suit, making sure to keep him in my line of vision.
"Since you know my name, what's yours?" I asked trying to distract him somehow.
"Hisuke," he said smiling. "I wish we could have met on better terms. I really don't want to hurt such a pretty face."
I felt a blush heat up my cheeks from the compliment, but I didn't drop my guard. "Thanks, but all the pain will be inflicted on you," I said deciding to take the first move.
I lunged forward, but a split second before I reached him I ducked down and aimed to kick out his legs from underneath him. Much to my dismay, he jumped up and twisted his body around, delivering a back kick to my surprised face.
I flew backwards, crashing hard on the ground. I laid down for a while, trying to regain myself. I lifted up my left arm and checked my health points. It had diminished to 85%. I slammed my arm down in frustration. I had never gone below 75 before, and I wasn't about to experience it with the pretty boy who could do some fancy moves.
A shadow fell over my face and I looked up. Hisuke towered over my small form. I would have leapt up and dealt a powerful blow to his face then, but his eyes held me back. They widened and clouded over dark with recognition.
"You...but you three were supposed to be dead," he stuttered, stepping back fearfully.
"What do you mean?" I asked while scrambling to my feet. I took a couple steps forward wondering what was going on.
"You have the mark, the symbol of the triplets." He said fumbling around with the buttons on his left arm.
I gingerly touched the right side of my jaw, feeling the red scar. My mind was going crazy with so many thoughts at once that I barely noticed the English voice speaking.
"Player 2 has forfeited the match. Victory goes to Player 1!" She announced grandly.
"Wha—Wait!" I gasped, but it was too late. The room darkened and florescent lights flooded the small room I had entered in earlier. My mind whizzed around in confused circles as I quickly slipped out of the black suit and banged open the door. I glanced around wildly trying to find Hisuke.
I saw a navy flash at my right and I jumped over the railing of the machine and pushed my way in that direction. A bell tinkled and I twirled around. He had left the building. I ran between racing seats and pinball games, desperately making my way to the front.
I burst through the doors ignoring Rick's curious gaze. I spotted Hisuke's tall form darting down an alley. I followed as fast as my slightly short legs would allow me to go.
I had to squint to see through the dark alley, but I could make out a dead end and a shadowy figure standing still in the corner.
"Hisuke, I know you're there. What did you mean before?" I demanded taking a bold step in the shadows.
"D-don't c-come any closer," Hisuke's voice deepened and his form changed drastically.
He grew several inches and his arms bulged out with rippling muscles. Two small pointy, arrow-like things grew from his head. Something wasn't right about this. I had seen some pretty weird sights living in the city, but this hideous shape took the cake.
Then something amazing happened, Hisuke raised one of his long fingered hands and a small yellow orb glistened, lighting up his end of the alley. He let out a loud grunt and his hand thrusted the light in my direction.
Now I had no idea what fear was until I was thrown in this position. I was so scared my brain wouldn't even register to move. But in the last second, I fell to the ground, barley missing the shiny attacking ball, thank goodness. Instead a dirty trash can blew up beside me, scattering garbage everywhere, which was very gross.
Even though I was scared to death, my mind was now working in overtime. I was half expecting smoke to start issuing from my ears.
All of a sudden a strange memory struck me, back when I was around eight years old. I had been fascinated by a single flame belonging to a scented candle my newly adopted mother had lit. My nose was inches away from the fire while my curious eyes quietly observed every curve and detail.
"Don't touch it," my mother warned me. "You'll get burned." She returned to her newspaper, writing down small notes as she read.
Ignoring her, I gave in to the fire's call and actually picked up the small flicker of flame. The amazing thing was that it didn't hurt. I rolled it around in the palm of my hand, until it landed on my first finger, then the small flame stuck there.
I pointed my finger at the candle and some strange, but familiar words exited my mouth. "Fire blast," I whispered so my mom wouldn't hear. To my surprise the fire shot off my finger and landed perfectly on the wick. After that day I had continued testing my "fire gift." I found out that I could produce tiny flames by just a flick of my fingers.
With the small memory resurfacing, I stood up knowing what I had to do next. The obvious thing, defend myself. I mean this psycho was out to kill me and I couldn't just huddle in the corner of this dark alley.
I snapped my fingers together and a flicker of fire erupted from my pointy finger. I aimed it to the demented, dark shape in front of me.
"Fire blast!" I shouted watching as my little fire grow and crackled forward. I narrowed my eyes as the fire coming from my finger swirled dangerously and engulfed the changed Hisuke.
His tall body crumbled to the trash littered ground and his muscular chest stopped moving. My eyes widened in shock and I rushed over to him.
I had...what had I done?
My trembling right hand reached down to touch the stiff body, but before I could a loud commanding voice scared me out of my wits.
"Don't touch him!"
Sorry to leave you in such a cliff hanger. You'll find out that I am the Queen of all Cliff Hangers! MUHAHAHAHAHA! Bow down and you may receive mercy. Or you could just review and I'll type up the next chapter. Whichever works better for you. I prefer the latter. raises eyebrows Anyways I'm the great LiviaLea! Please click the button on the bottom and review! It's not that hard.
Kaiya, Fire Triplet
I'm home, mom!" I screamed, letting my voice echo dully in the empty house.
"Mom?" I called again, glancing at the small, round table. Among the scattered pieces of newspapers and magazine clippings was a piece of lined paper containing a small note. With large flourishing letters, it read:
Kaiya,
I won't be home until early tomorrow morning. Hope I get this big break! Wish me luck! Love, Mom
I crushed the note in my fist and sighed as I tossed it in a neglected garbage can by the dish filled sink. I took my school bag to my room, throwing it lazily on my small bed and grabbed my red sunglasses. It was time for me to make an appearance at the arcade.
I set a leisurely slow pace flipping my slightly wavy, red hair behind my shoulders. I took one of the many main roads, even though I knew it would be crowded and longer. But somehow large crowds calm me, there would be times when I was slightly claustrophobic, but sometimes all of the hustle and bustle soothed my restless spirit. Maybe it was just to silently prove to myself that my life wasn't all that bad. Living in the city wasn't terrible, don't take this wrong, but I sometimes feel like a part of me is missing somewhere. I have no idea what or where it is, and believe me I've looked, yet I get an empty feeling that I'm not all here.
It wasn't until then that I realized where I was. A pale blue building greeted me and I walked briskly inside.
"Hey, Kai!" Rick, the arcade manager, exclaimed looking me over. I always felt like he's undressing me with his eyes. But being the kind of girl I am, I ignore the gaze with shivers running up and down my spine.
"Yeah, uh, any competitors worth my time?" I asked pushing down my red shades and glancing at him from over the top. I leaned my arms lazily on the counter and looked around the deserted game room.
"Where is everybody?" I stood up straight and scanned it quickly.
"Watching your competition," he smirked, licking his thin, greasy lips. I almost gagged, but I held it in as I pushed my red sunglasses back to their original place.
"Oh, really?" I countered.
I dodged amateur shooting games as I made my way to the back of the large arcade room. Once there, I found the biggest crowd I had ever seen, and I've seen a bunch of them.
I pushed roughly through and saw the prize possession of all arcades in the world. A big fighting simulation pad. A game that required two people who knew how to knock the other out with a couple blows. So far I was the champion, but it looked like someone was trying to claim my title.
A hush fell over the room as some locals recognized me. Old champs scowled threateningly while admirers beamed. I narrowed my chocolate brown eyes as I studied the large screen that produced the fighters every move.
I immediately spotted the fighter on the right's weaknesses, while the one on the left was beating the tar out of the other. My mouth dropped wide open as the mysterious fighter made a complex move I had been trying to perfect.
Finally with on last swoop of his right arm, the left fighter was victorious as his opponent's simulation look-alike fainted to the ground.
Screams and hollers erupted as the fighters emerged from the two pads. A wave of heat washed over my body and my stomach turned a couple circles as I realized that I would have to challenge this phenomenon newcomer.
I stepped boldly forward with a playful smirk secretly hiding my nervous feelings.
"Who's next?" He asked looking for a new victim. I had never seen him before, and yet something about the fighter reminded me off---something strange. I couldn't place my finger on it as I felt my lips shout. "You think you can beat me?"
"And just who are you?" He almost laughed the words, which sent my blood boiling.
"I'm Kaiya. The champion of the game you stand on, you fool!" I shouted pointing my finger at him.
"Really? We'll just see about that," he smirked. He flicked his navy blue hair out of his pale gray eyes while some pathetic girls swooned.
I exaggerated rolling my eyes, letting the pretty boy know what I really thought about him.
"So, let's do this," I said stepping up the steep four stairs to the skinny platform. After that I turned to the newcomer and gripped his hand tight, giving it a slight shake up and down.
The whole time I glared darkly at him, while he just smiled as if he knew something I didn't. What was it? What was he hiding from me?
Before any more paranoid questions could fly through my head, my opponent twirled on his heels and sauntered to the pad. Shutting the door with a crazy, mischievous glint locked deep in his eyes.
I tried to shake off all of my worries as I walked in my pad and closed the door. I spotted the skin-tight suits in the corner and pulled on a black one.
Then I flipped a switch next to the door and the small room I was in turned dark. Slowly small lights turned on, revealing a desert area. The simulation had begun.
I scanned the flat, sand surface carefully, waiting for the other fighter to show himself. With a small flash of black, he appeared a couple feet in front of me.
"Ready to lose?" he asked sliding in a battle stance that seemed oddly familiar.
"We'll just see who loses," I replied, bringing my tightly-clenched hands up to block my face. Right on cue my body froze and a mechanical woman's voice rang out with a fake English accent.
"Ready fighters? 3...2...1...FIGHT!"
Instantly my body was released and I glared at my opponent, waiting for him to make the first move. He circled slowly and I followed suit, making sure to keep him in my line of vision.
"Since you know my name, what's yours?" I asked trying to distract him somehow.
"Hisuke," he said smiling. "I wish we could have met on better terms. I really don't want to hurt such a pretty face."
I felt a blush heat up my cheeks from the compliment, but I didn't drop my guard. "Thanks, but all the pain will be inflicted on you," I said deciding to take the first move.
I lunged forward, but a split second before I reached him I ducked down and aimed to kick out his legs from underneath him. Much to my dismay, he jumped up and twisted his body around, delivering a back kick to my surprised face.
I flew backwards, crashing hard on the ground. I laid down for a while, trying to regain myself. I lifted up my left arm and checked my health points. It had diminished to 85%. I slammed my arm down in frustration. I had never gone below 75 before, and I wasn't about to experience it with the pretty boy who could do some fancy moves.
A shadow fell over my face and I looked up. Hisuke towered over my small form. I would have leapt up and dealt a powerful blow to his face then, but his eyes held me back. They widened and clouded over dark with recognition.
"You...but you three were supposed to be dead," he stuttered, stepping back fearfully.
"What do you mean?" I asked while scrambling to my feet. I took a couple steps forward wondering what was going on.
"You have the mark, the symbol of the triplets." He said fumbling around with the buttons on his left arm.
I gingerly touched the right side of my jaw, feeling the red scar. My mind was going crazy with so many thoughts at once that I barely noticed the English voice speaking.
"Player 2 has forfeited the match. Victory goes to Player 1!" She announced grandly.
"Wha—Wait!" I gasped, but it was too late. The room darkened and florescent lights flooded the small room I had entered in earlier. My mind whizzed around in confused circles as I quickly slipped out of the black suit and banged open the door. I glanced around wildly trying to find Hisuke.
I saw a navy flash at my right and I jumped over the railing of the machine and pushed my way in that direction. A bell tinkled and I twirled around. He had left the building. I ran between racing seats and pinball games, desperately making my way to the front.
I burst through the doors ignoring Rick's curious gaze. I spotted Hisuke's tall form darting down an alley. I followed as fast as my slightly short legs would allow me to go.
I had to squint to see through the dark alley, but I could make out a dead end and a shadowy figure standing still in the corner.
"Hisuke, I know you're there. What did you mean before?" I demanded taking a bold step in the shadows.
"D-don't c-come any closer," Hisuke's voice deepened and his form changed drastically.
He grew several inches and his arms bulged out with rippling muscles. Two small pointy, arrow-like things grew from his head. Something wasn't right about this. I had seen some pretty weird sights living in the city, but this hideous shape took the cake.
Then something amazing happened, Hisuke raised one of his long fingered hands and a small yellow orb glistened, lighting up his end of the alley. He let out a loud grunt and his hand thrusted the light in my direction.
Now I had no idea what fear was until I was thrown in this position. I was so scared my brain wouldn't even register to move. But in the last second, I fell to the ground, barley missing the shiny attacking ball, thank goodness. Instead a dirty trash can blew up beside me, scattering garbage everywhere, which was very gross.
Even though I was scared to death, my mind was now working in overtime. I was half expecting smoke to start issuing from my ears.
All of a sudden a strange memory struck me, back when I was around eight years old. I had been fascinated by a single flame belonging to a scented candle my newly adopted mother had lit. My nose was inches away from the fire while my curious eyes quietly observed every curve and detail.
"Don't touch it," my mother warned me. "You'll get burned." She returned to her newspaper, writing down small notes as she read.
Ignoring her, I gave in to the fire's call and actually picked up the small flicker of flame. The amazing thing was that it didn't hurt. I rolled it around in the palm of my hand, until it landed on my first finger, then the small flame stuck there.
I pointed my finger at the candle and some strange, but familiar words exited my mouth. "Fire blast," I whispered so my mom wouldn't hear. To my surprise the fire shot off my finger and landed perfectly on the wick. After that day I had continued testing my "fire gift." I found out that I could produce tiny flames by just a flick of my fingers.
With the small memory resurfacing, I stood up knowing what I had to do next. The obvious thing, defend myself. I mean this psycho was out to kill me and I couldn't just huddle in the corner of this dark alley.
I snapped my fingers together and a flicker of fire erupted from my pointy finger. I aimed it to the demented, dark shape in front of me.
"Fire blast!" I shouted watching as my little fire grow and crackled forward. I narrowed my eyes as the fire coming from my finger swirled dangerously and engulfed the changed Hisuke.
His tall body crumbled to the trash littered ground and his muscular chest stopped moving. My eyes widened in shock and I rushed over to him.
I had...what had I done?
My trembling right hand reached down to touch the stiff body, but before I could a loud commanding voice scared me out of my wits.
"Don't touch him!"
Sorry to leave you in such a cliff hanger. You'll find out that I am the Queen of all Cliff Hangers! MUHAHAHAHAHA! Bow down and you may receive mercy. Or you could just review and I'll type up the next chapter. Whichever works better for you. I prefer the latter. raises eyebrows Anyways I'm the great LiviaLea! Please click the button on the bottom and review! It's not that hard.