NOTE by Spork: Sorry for the short-ness, but I'm lazy. It makes me feel funny to write this as well, because I'm working on something else, so it's odd all-in-all. AH, well. I don't own this show, just this fanfic. Well, this chapter is all mine at least.
Chapter Two.
The sharp crimson eyes of Hiei had fixed upon Anya, who was staring at him, her black orbs in a narrowed glare. A loud crash was heard as Hiei's small (smaller than average at least) body flew through the window that Anya stood in front of, and an audible scream was heard. Well, it was more of a yell, and it came directly from Spike, who had been hypnotized by one of the 2,000 particular parts of Anya's body. A blood-splattered katana rested at Anya's throat, brandished by Hiei, of course, as the girl resisted fighting.
Usually, the fire yokai would have pushed down on the hilt, ending the life of the seemingly insignificant female, but, this particular time, a voice in the back of his mind was screaming at him to cease his actions.
"Stop, Hiei! She's the one, look at the pendant around her neck!"
Hiei's blood-colored eyes focused on the jewelry, and lo and behold, it was identical to the one Kuronue had died for. He watched her for a moment, and in a few more moments, with a clatter, dropped his weapon. "Hn." Was the only thing he managed to say, not unlike in many other situations. Everything was silent, to Anya, but the voice in the deep catacombs of Hiei's mind had begun to pipe up again.
"What did I tell you? Now, let me talk to her, please!"
"You don't know it's her...she has the pendant, so what?"
Hiei looked at the girl. "Is your name Anya?" he asked her, who gave a singular nod. "How did you come about getting that?" he interrogated, looking directly at her pendant. "This?" she responded, lifting the aged decoration with two fingers. A nod was the reply she received. "I got it a long time ago, from someone I cared for." The voice began again in Hiei's mind.
"Proof enough for you Hiei? Let me talk to her!"
"Fine."
Hiei had a strange look upon his face, and then he began to speak again, this time in a less monotonous tone. "Anya, it's me, Kuronue. I promise, honestly I do. I was reincarnated into this body, more so as a conscience. For about 10 minutes a week I can be in my original form, but that's it... please believe me. Do you?" was the string of words from the body of Hiei himself, who had moments before tried to brutally murder Anya. Now, he was claiming to be her late fiancée.
Anya's look had changed from a look of milled anger and slight surprise, to a rather depressed but understanding look. "Oddly enough, I can believe you. No other occasion would allow me to believe this... but somehow it seems genuine. Somehow it does." She choked out, resisting the urge to burst into a fit of tears. Thank you, self control.
Spike's face had to be the most amusing. A look concocted of pure amazement and jealousy was etched on his profile, large dark eyes wide in disbelief. "An, this is the reason you're sad all the time. THIS?" he asked, and his eyebrows rose so that they almost disappeared. The reply? "Um, actually, yes..." Anya replied, turning to him, looking rather sincere. The expression on Spike's face shifted to sullen, as he headed toward the door. "Later..." was the only thing that came from Spike's mouth, other than the scents of cigarettes and bubble gum, but, you couldn't exactly hear those.
Normally, Anya would have gone after, with several "What? What's wrong?" comments, but she stayed silent. "Kuronue?" she managed to say, turning back to the height-deprived Hiei or, his body at least. "Yes?" replied Kuronue-Hiei, as Anya felt a blush creeping onto her pale face. "I've missed you."