Title: 50 Years Before Us
Rating: 12 1/2 (hehehe...)
Disclamier: I OWN HIEI: Hiei slices DJ to bits. Kurama appears and asks, "What was that about, Jaganshi?" Hiei answers, "Hn. Just another crazy fan girl! And I'm not even IN this story!" Kurama sweatdrops and mumbles, "When will the madness end!" : Okay, I don't own anything, anyone, or any song mentioned! tear
Warning: How do you confuse a YYH-obssessed fan? Put them in a room full of Inu-Yasha toys and ask them to find Kuwabara.
How does a YYH-obssessed fan confuse you? Comes out of the Inu-Yasha room and tells you they've found him. (I know, it's lame... I'm bored of writing the warning...)
Oh, and DARK TOURNAMENT SPOILERS!
Author's Notes: Why did I write this? Merely because Shishi deserves some attention! This is his 15 minutes (or however long it take you read this) of fame! And this will be a continuing story. Please R&R!
Chapter Three - His Dance, His Tears, His Melodies
Shishiwakamaru awkwardly slid his hand around the younger Genkai's waist, held her hand within his other one, and began wobbling nervously side to side.
"Well, Shishiwaka-moron, you dance simply horribly," Genkai observed, stiffer than normal.
Shishi blushed. He had never been this nervous... He'd had dance with many demon girls and he had always waltzed like Prince Charming's decendant. But now his legs just weren't working with his upper half. He tried to flash a confident grin, but ended up turning redder.
"Haven't those sluts that call themselves your fans taught you anything?" she snapped, gripping Shishi's hand harder. She jerked him into a soft, swaying motion, with her in the lead.
Shishi let loose of trying to be the "man" of this odd, soundless dance, following the example Genkai set before him.
"Loosen up," snarled Genkai, whipping herself into a twirl in Shishi's arms.
The demon gulped, as his feet stumbled to keep the rythm the young girl was setting for them.
"You come here with some stupid, schoolboy fantasy, enter my house without permission, force me to eat slop, and then when I finally give in to your sick desires, you can't even spare me one dance without bumbling like a fool," the pink-haired woman told him in a stern voice. "What a sorry bastard you are."
"That's not true!" stormed Shishi, yanking out of Genkai's arms. He stepped back, glaring at her through shocked eyes. His fangs grew and his horns followed the suit. "I didn't force you to eat anything -!"
"What was I to do with the food, then Mr. Hotshot? Waste it?"
The cherry blossoms danced in the night wind, as a small silver of the moon shone down on the two. The night was silent at the sound of the two yelling.
"- I don't have any sick desires either -!"
"What do you call falling for an old hag? You're just a obscene pervert!"
"- I AM NOT! CAN I HELP IT IF I'M IN LOVE -!"
"IN LOVE? YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH A WOMAN WHO EXISTED FIFTY YEARS AGO!"
Through the darkness, Shishi could see the white reflection of the stars in Genkai's wide eyes. He sighed... She was right. She wasn't who he really loved. Who he loved was long gone...
What is that demon thinking? wondered Genkai. Inwardly, she couldn't understand why she was so angry at Shishiwakamaru. She didn't comprehend why she had flew off the handle, so fast, so irrationally.
Shishi's face was covered in darkness.
"I'm... sorry," he whispered, making Genkai's eyes widen. "I'm sorry... I never met you fifty years ago..."
"I wouldn't have liked you even then," she assured him, a little too quickly.
Shishi flipped his head upward and stared at the vast heavens. His eyes closed, letting the moonbeams pour upon his peach face. There were cherry blossoms in his ocean hair, and when he moved slightly, the blossoms went flying into the air, showering him in white rain. The flowers danced around the demon like a wild fire.
He lowered his face slightly and smiled at Genkai, saying, "But I'm sure I would have loved you."
He could tell she was stunned. But that didn't matter to him any more. Getting her attention wasn't what he wanted now.
Sighing, he began walking away, aimless, hopeless, but not without a heavy feeling crushing his frail heart. He had lost, but he didn't know why. Everything had been so well. Why did he let her spoil it? Couldn't he ignored her and just live in that sweet dream?
Of course not. He needed Genkai's feelings in return to continue with such a wonderful waltz. Shishi knew that wishing for such selfish pleasures were a waste of time - niether Lady Luck, nor Genkai would ever allow him to get his wish. He knew what would happen; he would go back to his hoards of fangirls and snuggle into their insincere whims, trying to comfort himself in their lies.
He'd just have to get away from these miserable emotions. Love was just a waste of energy... Genkai was just a waste of thought space in his mind. Love, lust, sympathy, caring... human weaknesses. Nothing more - nothing less. He couldn't allow himself to ever get swept up into these feelings ever again. He just had to shake these emotions. Just shake them all off his fading heart -
WHACK!
Shishiwakamaru face-faulted into the dirt. The culprit was a large, smooth stone that had sailed through the air to get accquinted with the back of his head. Man, this wasn't what he needed...
He glanced back to see young Genkai with hands on her hips, eyebrows narrowed.
"Where do you think YOU are going?" growled Genkai, her forehead furrowed.
Shishi rubbed the back of his head. He felt the slime of new blood. Great... He crawled to his feet and turned to face the girl, who was at least a couple yards away now.
He scrunched his nose and replied, "I was about to leave. I didn't think you wanted me, since I seem to be such a bother."
"You are a bother," agreed Genkai. No emotion showed on her face, but deep in her eyes... there was ... something more.
Shishi rolled his eyes. He didn't need anyone to confirm what he already knew.
"But... you can't leave before you tell me what the heck that was!"
"What?"
Genkai shot a death glare Shishi's way. "All that garbage about love."
Shishi lowered his eyes, hiding the pain that could be see in them. It hadn't been garbage - it had been his soul. But to her, all it was...
"You were hurt a long time ago, weren't you?" he whispered, his eyes watering. "You don'trust, because you can't bring yourself to face your inner fears... You act so tough... so superior... but you're not. You're j- just not... You're scared, because of deep scars that blemish your heart..."
"That's not true!" Genkai told him, racing up to the demon. "It's not true!"
SLAP! She left a fiery red streak across his cheek. Shishi's face was still tilted downward, the tears now streaming down his face. He hadn't flinched under the punishment, standing still enough for the mentor to get a good shot.
"Y-y-you're not strong at all!" He caught her hand before she could bestow him with another slap. "You're weak! You keep yourself caged up here, because you can't risk being with someone!"
"Why you -!" But Genkai was swept up in a deep, enchanting embrace. Shishi cried into her shoulder, mumbling, "...I'm sorry you've been hurt..." Genkai wasn't sure what to think.
It had been a long time since she had be held in such an intimate way, she wasn't sure what to do. And this crybaby had the nerve to use her shoulder as a towel. She didn't need his pity or his tears. But he was kinda...warm and... comforting. She pressed her head to Shishi's chest, letting out a small sigh.
Once he had regained his posture, Genkai snickered and grabbed Shishi's hand. Smiling despite herself, she lead him back inside, where they curled up together on her futon. She allowed him (and her) one night of fantasy...
In the morning, Genkai was woken up by a cherub's soft voice singing to an American radio station. She wrapped herself up in the room and went out to see Shishi dancing around with the mop, cleaning again.
"For a demon, he certainly has a handle on hygein," muttered the now old woman. She blushed slightly, realizing how much he cared. Even if they had missed their time, Shishi would always look out of the elder woman (not that she needed his help, though).
Shishi flashed her a pearly white smile and kept singing, "Stacy's mom has got it goin' on! She's all I want and I've waited so long -!"
"Will you shut up, moron?" she called over the roar of the boombox.
"- Stacy can't you see that you're just not the one for me? I know it may be wrong -"
He began jiggling, singing louder as he bounced around the room. Genkai rolled her eyes, yanking the mop from Shishi's fingers.
"- But I'm in love with Stacy's - YOW!"
Genkai prepared to strike him again, raising the mop like a pro-baseball batter.
"YIKES!" Shishiwakamaru scrambled to get out of the way, slipping on the wet suds.
WHACK! "OW!" WHACK! "STOP!" WHACK! "GENKAI-CHAN 1!"
"THAT'S GENKAI-SAMA 2 TO YOU!"
WHACK!
"NOW, STOP SINGING, BAKA 3!"
"Oh yay, life goes on! Long after the thrill of living is gone! Oh yay, I say, life goes on! Long after the thrill of living is gone!" he sang. "A little dity about Jack and Diana. Two American kids doing the best they can." He did air-gutair, as the song faded out on the radio.
WHACK!
Shishi grinned stupidly, as Genkai prepared to give him another beating. Gently, he said, "Even if you hate me now, you'll never beat the memories of last night's wonders out of my head!"
"Maybe not, but I sure as hell will try!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
But that deep kiss last night they shared in the privacy of Genkai's chambers was forever engraved in the mind of Shishiwakamaru. Even if he was too late to ever catch the soaring eagle, he had flew with her for one night. And even though the fall back to earth had left him bruised and broken, he'd never forget that day when he was given a chance to live the life he had always wanted.
Centuries past, Genkai faded, her student Yusuke grew up with his love Keiko, the Beautiful Suzuki passed down his knowledge of his tricks, Hiei went to the Demon World, Kuwabara grew up, Kurama went on to do great things, and even Shishiwakamaru got crinkled and old. His beauty left, along with his mind. But in his blank, empty eyes, the sight of a young woman with bright, rosy hair, chesunt eyes and a precious smile graced them.
The End
1 A honorific, meaning "dear" or "little"
2 A honorific, meaning "lord" or "lady"
3 Japenese, meaning "idiot"
A/N's: I FINISHED A FIC! THIS IS A FIRST! MIRACLES DO HAPPEN! YAY! Did you like it? I thought it was pretty swell myself. Actually, I would say this is the best fic I've ever wrote by my own personal standards! It's right up there with 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' with me. But what matters it your opinions, right! So whaddya say? Drop me a review, 'kay? Sayonara!