I'm really bored readers, so I'm gonna right the next chapter!! I should
be cleaning my room but I prefer this
BTW: this is further into the future now, there will be a couple of time
skips... for the sake of getting through the story
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Six years later....
Hiei sighed impatiently, as he stared into the dark forest, 'Where are they... she's late.' Closing his eyes, he remembered that every new moon of the month, Ashira and her father would come to the hideout.. They had always come at noon. Always. It was well past now. The sun was set and the stars shone dimly in the night sky.
"Hiei, why don't you come inside? It's late. Maybe they forgot or something.." a guard cautiously stated. Hiei wheeled around to look at him. "They never forget. She would tell me if she wasn't coming!" he growled, fire shone menacingly in his eyes.
Yet it was true, when they weren't seeing each other directly, they... or more specifically she, would send letters to him. He wasn't one to write letters much, rather, he would go see her at her house whenever possible. Occasionally, she wasn't there to greet him, having gone off with her father to Greece again, to see her relatives. She was a siren after all, it wouldn't be right to stay so far away from the ocean for too long of a time. Her mother never went however, she wasn't a siren herself, as Ashira had once told him. She came from a line of prophets at Delphi. He decided he didn't like her much after the first time he accidentally met her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK: one year before ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Hiei's POV)
I had received a letter from Ashira and had decided to visit her at her house. When I arrived there, I jumped up into her window, like I always had, and entered her room. I looked for her for a while and realized that she wasn't there. I decided to look for her elsewhere, when I heard someone downstairs. Thinking it her, I unfortunately went down there.
I was greeted by a crazy woman throwing an assortment of pots, pans, silverware and a few appliances at my head. Luckily, I dodged them all except for a steel pot that hit my back rather hard as I retreated. Even though my back hurt, I didn't dare complain about it. I went back to her room and sat on the bed. It was a dark purple color and actually very comfortable and soft. I found myself laying on it moments later, and sighed, waiting for her to come back. I grew bored and felt myself closing my red eyes tiredly.
The next thing I knew it was dark and Ashira was sitting at her dresser, brushing her hair. I sat up quickly and blushed faintly as she smiled at me through my reflection.
"Nice nap?" she asked giggling.
I nodded my head slightly, "Are you aware you have a crazy woman downstairs?" I inquired.
"Of course I do, she is my mother."
I stared in disbelief. "Your m-mother?!" I gasped.
She nodded and stood up, setting her brush down. "Yeah, she's crazy. So, what did she throw at you?"
"How did you know she threw something at me?"
"She was babbling about a crazy gothic boy coming into the house."
"Crazy gothic boy....?"
"Uhn, now, where did she nail you?"
I frowned, "She hit my back with a steel pot."
"She used the steel one!? Ooh ouch. Let me see."
I awkwardly took off my cloak and put it beside me. She smiled at me and sat down behind me, "Hold still," she ordered. I did as told and remained silent as she ran her fingers over my back. It was a good thing she was seeing my back and not my face, since I was rather red with embarrassment. She stopped just above my mid-back when I flinched as she touched the spot that hurt. "You have a big bruise Hiei." She commented, biting her lip. "Mother got you good," she finished frowning.
She began rubbing my back with both her hands and it found it felt really good. I sighed and relaxed under her touch. She smiled and laughed, " Does that feel good?" I merely nodded and let out an unintentional moan of pleasure. She stopped abruptly at this. I sighed and cursed myself as she removed her hands and stood up.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked looking away.
I turned to face her and shook my head furiously, "Not at all.... I actually liked it...." I finished with a faint blush creeping across my cheeks.
She smiled and went to her dresser and opened the middle drawer. I watched her curiously, but remained silent. She closed the drawer and held a small blue vial in her hands. She sat down on the bed again, knees tucked under her body. I watched her carefully from the corner of my eye as she opened the bottle. A sweet smell filled the room and I inhaled deeply. She poured the light colored oil on her hands and rubbed them together briefly. I closed my eyes as I inhaled the sweet aroma again. She rested her head on my shoulder and smiled at me, her grey eyes closed. I tensed slightly, blusher brighter now. "Ashira..." I whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a massage."
I paused, 'a massage? Here in her room? Alone? On her bed?' As I thought, her head moved away and her hands began to massage my back gently. The oil felt nice against my skin, along with her soft fingers. I closed my eyes slowly in pleasure and leaned into her touch. She giggled softly; a laugh I loved to hear. I smiled and leaned against her, my head resting on her shoulder. She smiled down at me, "Feel better?" she asked.
I nodded, "Hell yeah...." I answered, smiling faintly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Regular POV)
Hiei sighed and looked up to the sky. 'Ashira... where are you...'
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Me: I love this chapter
Hiei: You skipped six years.
Me: So? I need my imagination for later.
Hiei: What happened in between?
Me: Readers use their own imagination if they want specifics. I'll talk about what they did during those six years maybe later
Hiei: So did we do anything right there?
Me: No! That's for later stories!!! They're only 13 and 15!!
Hiei: Isn't that old enough?
Me: Well it is but....
Hiei: But?
Me: I'm leaving... *blushes because of stupidity and leaves*
Hiei: I'll come to. All you ningens need to review. *runs off after her*
Hiei sighed impatiently, as he stared into the dark forest, 'Where are they... she's late.' Closing his eyes, he remembered that every new moon of the month, Ashira and her father would come to the hideout.. They had always come at noon. Always. It was well past now. The sun was set and the stars shone dimly in the night sky.
"Hiei, why don't you come inside? It's late. Maybe they forgot or something.." a guard cautiously stated. Hiei wheeled around to look at him. "They never forget. She would tell me if she wasn't coming!" he growled, fire shone menacingly in his eyes.
Yet it was true, when they weren't seeing each other directly, they... or more specifically she, would send letters to him. He wasn't one to write letters much, rather, he would go see her at her house whenever possible. Occasionally, she wasn't there to greet him, having gone off with her father to Greece again, to see her relatives. She was a siren after all, it wouldn't be right to stay so far away from the ocean for too long of a time. Her mother never went however, she wasn't a siren herself, as Ashira had once told him. She came from a line of prophets at Delphi. He decided he didn't like her much after the first time he accidentally met her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK: one year before ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Hiei's POV)
I had received a letter from Ashira and had decided to visit her at her house. When I arrived there, I jumped up into her window, like I always had, and entered her room. I looked for her for a while and realized that she wasn't there. I decided to look for her elsewhere, when I heard someone downstairs. Thinking it her, I unfortunately went down there.
I was greeted by a crazy woman throwing an assortment of pots, pans, silverware and a few appliances at my head. Luckily, I dodged them all except for a steel pot that hit my back rather hard as I retreated. Even though my back hurt, I didn't dare complain about it. I went back to her room and sat on the bed. It was a dark purple color and actually very comfortable and soft. I found myself laying on it moments later, and sighed, waiting for her to come back. I grew bored and felt myself closing my red eyes tiredly.
The next thing I knew it was dark and Ashira was sitting at her dresser, brushing her hair. I sat up quickly and blushed faintly as she smiled at me through my reflection.
"Nice nap?" she asked giggling.
I nodded my head slightly, "Are you aware you have a crazy woman downstairs?" I inquired.
"Of course I do, she is my mother."
I stared in disbelief. "Your m-mother?!" I gasped.
She nodded and stood up, setting her brush down. "Yeah, she's crazy. So, what did she throw at you?"
"How did you know she threw something at me?"
"She was babbling about a crazy gothic boy coming into the house."
"Crazy gothic boy....?"
"Uhn, now, where did she nail you?"
I frowned, "She hit my back with a steel pot."
"She used the steel one!? Ooh ouch. Let me see."
I awkwardly took off my cloak and put it beside me. She smiled at me and sat down behind me, "Hold still," she ordered. I did as told and remained silent as she ran her fingers over my back. It was a good thing she was seeing my back and not my face, since I was rather red with embarrassment. She stopped just above my mid-back when I flinched as she touched the spot that hurt. "You have a big bruise Hiei." She commented, biting her lip. "Mother got you good," she finished frowning.
She began rubbing my back with both her hands and it found it felt really good. I sighed and relaxed under her touch. She smiled and laughed, " Does that feel good?" I merely nodded and let out an unintentional moan of pleasure. She stopped abruptly at this. I sighed and cursed myself as she removed her hands and stood up.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked looking away.
I turned to face her and shook my head furiously, "Not at all.... I actually liked it...." I finished with a faint blush creeping across my cheeks.
She smiled and went to her dresser and opened the middle drawer. I watched her curiously, but remained silent. She closed the drawer and held a small blue vial in her hands. She sat down on the bed again, knees tucked under her body. I watched her carefully from the corner of my eye as she opened the bottle. A sweet smell filled the room and I inhaled deeply. She poured the light colored oil on her hands and rubbed them together briefly. I closed my eyes as I inhaled the sweet aroma again. She rested her head on my shoulder and smiled at me, her grey eyes closed. I tensed slightly, blusher brighter now. "Ashira..." I whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a massage."
I paused, 'a massage? Here in her room? Alone? On her bed?' As I thought, her head moved away and her hands began to massage my back gently. The oil felt nice against my skin, along with her soft fingers. I closed my eyes slowly in pleasure and leaned into her touch. She giggled softly; a laugh I loved to hear. I smiled and leaned against her, my head resting on her shoulder. She smiled down at me, "Feel better?" she asked.
I nodded, "Hell yeah...." I answered, smiling faintly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Regular POV)
Hiei sighed and looked up to the sky. 'Ashira... where are you...'
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Me: I love this chapter
Hiei: You skipped six years.
Me: So? I need my imagination for later.
Hiei: What happened in between?
Me: Readers use their own imagination if they want specifics. I'll talk about what they did during those six years maybe later
Hiei: So did we do anything right there?
Me: No! That's for later stories!!! They're only 13 and 15!!
Hiei: Isn't that old enough?
Me: Well it is but....
Hiei: But?
Me: I'm leaving... *blushes because of stupidity and leaves*
Hiei: I'll come to. All you ningens need to review. *runs off after her*