Disclaimer: Hiten and the world of Inuyasha are creations of Rumiko
Takahashi.
AN: I've been toying with this chapter for a while now and decided to just put it up for input.
Chapter Five: Of Dreams
"You can't just leave!" Haruki's spirit flared an angry phosphorus glow. Hiten stood with his back toward the agitated apparition, seemingly unconcerned by his mood.
"What difference dose it make if I leave the pendent for her to find? I do not see why you are so concerned that its delivered into her hands in person," Tossing the silver disk idly into the air, he laughed to himself as the fox tensed every time it was pulled down by gravity. The spin of the coin shot flickers of the evening light off its metallic surface like a crud gazing ball.
"What is it that you have against humans? Is it that your scared of them?" The wisp shot back. The dangerous glare he received not enough to deter him from further pressing his point. "That must be it, I can't think of any of reason why you would be so dead set against simply delivering it," Haruki floated in front of the provoked youkai, his arms cross and head tilted back in his signature look. The slight chill that emanated from the disembodied spirit went unnoticed as Hiten tossed that coin higher into the air.
Crossing his arms, Hiten smirked as the fox demon visibly tensed as the coin began to fall. Clenching his phantom jaw, Haruki was on the verge of panic as the pendent whistled though the air on its path straight towards the ground. Snatching the coin from the air, Hiten relished in the small victory.
"I do not fear any human, nor do I fear you," tossing the pendant from one hand to the other.
"You don't, do you? Then what would you say if I decided to haunt you for the rest of your eternal life," Haruki tried to focus his attention away from the dancing silver disk. "If nothing else, would you pass up a meal for the sake of your misguided pride?" Hiten's stomach, as if in agreence, growled its audible answer, he had not eaten much for the past close to two days. "It is sad when your body turns against you," Haruki twisted the verbal barbs.
"At least I have a body in which to disagree with," Hiten stowed the pendent in the cloth fold of his pale blue belt. The last comment had silenced the fox demon, his only response being the mute sway of his floating form.
"About that..." Haruki paused, "She wont be able to see me, human senses for the most part are too dull to pick up on spirits." Hiten brow knit as he drew his mouth to a thin line. "Either you'd have to speak for me.. Or.."
"Or?" stopping his incessant toying with the pendent, Hiten did not like the idea of having to be the go between for an unrestful spirit and a human. The translucent nature of the fox demon's state made it difficult to focus on as the sun passed behind him.
"Or I could barrow your body, just temporarily of corse." Hiten studied the spirit. "Just to say good bye properly." Was he serious? His thoughts trailing along as the chain of events that lead to Haruki's untimely death replayed in painful detail in an on going cycle. Turning away from the ghostly fox demon, Hiten tried to quiet his troubled thoughts. In the end it was by his hands he was killed, murdered. The scarlet shade of his eyes dimmed, as his eyes starred into space. The tumultuous corse of his mind boxed him in. A metallic coffin of guilt cast into a stormy sea, he was drowning.
The weight of the blood on his hands pulled him down, sending him to the bottom. His disheartened feelings masked by an only skin deep facade. The tears he wished to spill out of grief and the he longed for darkness which to hide his shame denied merely forced it to be bottled up. Letting a hiss of air out between clenched teeth, Hiten found himself unable to answer any other way than to give permission with a slight silent nod.
Something about the smile on the fox boy's face sent shivers up his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. The pit of his stomach seemed to fall though the bottom of his gut as he was tried to take a hesitant step back. Like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car, Hiten was unable to move.
"This will be easier if you relax," the wisp of iridescent astral flesh melded against his skin. His vision darkening, a sickening spike of sheer panic shot though his mind as he was losing control. This helpless sensation seemed increasing more prevalent, his empty stomach dispirit to force up what ever contents it held, made him double over in dry heaves.
His strong grip of life, his will that was inborn that as long as he could remember saw him though seemed to slip. His thoughts faltered allowing his consciousness to fall into a dormant state as Harukai gained control of his body.
* * *
Was he laughing? His thoughts came and went in sporadic flashes. In and out, like flicking connection to a distant place, he could barely make out the echo of his almost hysterical laughter. He felt as though he were in the state of sleep in which you are partially aware of the world, but perception is warped, fogged by a still sleeping mind. The clink of metal echoed and twisted until it resembled the familiar boom of thunder. The soft sigh of cloth resonating to a torrent of a wind storm.
The depths of his subconscious created the environment he felt alive in. Senses dead to the world beyond his sanctuary became fine tuned for this stormy void. Retreating farther into his citadel, Hiten recreated his past. Changing bits of it with his knowledge of future events. Ever misstep he regretted fixed, put in as he believed it should have been. As the perfection of this dream world came to peak, the creature of his deepest hatred entered. The hanyou that had bested him, his grudge more pronounced by his now seemingly impossible task of revenge.
Each time he tried to change the out come of that fateful battle, trying to find some degree of victory. Anywhere, any little bit he could pull out seemed beyond his grasp. The bite of the demon blade still sharp, not dulled in memory. Keen senses reliving the near death repeatedly set his mind on the verge of near insanity. Alone, always alone and dying no matter the greatest efforts on his part. The wounds bleed anew, flesh parted again in the viscous cycle.
He was trapped by the perfection of his own design, unable to accept that if he tried again thing would not end up the same way. Like a fixed pair of dice with had ones on ever face, he always rolled snake eyes. Tears welled in his eyes as he held the dream shadow of his brother. The smell of blood fresh, the despair renewed with each beat of heart, heated to a fever pitch of continuous effort to no avail or relief. To make it stop was to accept death, but to go on seemed just as dark a path to follow.
His mind stirred, trying to flee this nightmare. The momentary glimpses of the world became more real, more attainable. His hyper sensitive senses rang with an almost painful recognition of reality. His fantasy world crumbled around him, the shadows of his family he had once had dissipated, his ears almost hearing them cry out for him to stay. To try again in his guaranteed doom.
Half choked sobs and hot tears brought him to his knees. The depths he would never reveal to anyone remained hidden. The darkness of this place removed from the world he knew as reality served to hide him. Its opaque vale pulled snugly around him. Proud demon reverted to an earlier state, although still burdened by recent events. The strain tore him from his safe introverted surroundings, forcing him back into control of his body.
* * *
Slowly he drew his eyes open, allowing a few salty tears to ran down his face. Disoriented and sick, Hiten grappled with his churning stomach as the world slowed in its spin. Short blonde bangs fade with the dispersion of a demon fox's illusion, his free tresses of jet black hair falling like spilled ink down his back. His barely opened eyes shaded by his dark lashes, gazed in a sleepy manner as his head ached from metal stress. Unable to pull free of the stupor, he sluggishly came to acknowledge that warmth he held to his chest. The curls of auburn hair he had tanged his hands in glowed with the artificial light cast upon its glossy strands. For fleeting moments, he wished for nothing more than to sink down into warm bliss, free of dream or nightmare.
The foggy layer on his mind was quickly torn away by realizations. The searing pain behind his eyes made his short temper snap as he jerked her away from him. His hands pulled free, snagging but disentangled by a quick yank. His piercing gaze analyzing her unrelentingly. Human. She was nothing more that an simple human. Slim of form and stature standing only up to his shoulder, he could easily be done with this in a bloodless snap of her neck. She simply looked up at him, mouth slightly open in a wordless expression. A similarity of dress struck a cord in his memory. Such usual clothing could not be mistaken for anything more than what they were. The green pelted skirt and green scarf were the same as that girls, that mere mortal that contributed to his downfall. The drum of his heart pounding in his head made if difficult to think though his actions as he shoved her away, sending her crashing to the floor in a flutter of her skirt.
Glaring down at her, she squirmed under his gaze. The air crackled with charged youkai power as he would make quick work of her. Stopped cold, an intruding presence reentered his mind. Its objective no longer control, it struck out at any exposed emotional weaknesses, pushing his strained mental state to the point of collapse. Haruki materialized between Hiten and the girl. His ethereal form faded, the spirit weakened by over exertion. The rising feeling of what appeared betrayal, set his jaw, the head ache worsening as he gnashed his demonic fangs together.
Body weak from hunger and mind fatigued to dull perception, Hiten's faltering train of thought splintered into unfocused bits. Despising the pattern that had started to establish itself, Hiten took a sliding step back, the back of his legs met with a plush cushion of a chair. Too listless to stop his momentum from continuing back, he slid into the large recliner. His weighted eye lids unable or unwilling to be forced to remain open, he slipped back into deep slumber. Dreamless as he was mercifully to worn to endure more self punishing visions.
To Be Continued...
AN: Please review!
AN: I've been toying with this chapter for a while now and decided to just put it up for input.
Chapter Five: Of Dreams
"You can't just leave!" Haruki's spirit flared an angry phosphorus glow. Hiten stood with his back toward the agitated apparition, seemingly unconcerned by his mood.
"What difference dose it make if I leave the pendent for her to find? I do not see why you are so concerned that its delivered into her hands in person," Tossing the silver disk idly into the air, he laughed to himself as the fox tensed every time it was pulled down by gravity. The spin of the coin shot flickers of the evening light off its metallic surface like a crud gazing ball.
"What is it that you have against humans? Is it that your scared of them?" The wisp shot back. The dangerous glare he received not enough to deter him from further pressing his point. "That must be it, I can't think of any of reason why you would be so dead set against simply delivering it," Haruki floated in front of the provoked youkai, his arms cross and head tilted back in his signature look. The slight chill that emanated from the disembodied spirit went unnoticed as Hiten tossed that coin higher into the air.
Crossing his arms, Hiten smirked as the fox demon visibly tensed as the coin began to fall. Clenching his phantom jaw, Haruki was on the verge of panic as the pendent whistled though the air on its path straight towards the ground. Snatching the coin from the air, Hiten relished in the small victory.
"I do not fear any human, nor do I fear you," tossing the pendant from one hand to the other.
"You don't, do you? Then what would you say if I decided to haunt you for the rest of your eternal life," Haruki tried to focus his attention away from the dancing silver disk. "If nothing else, would you pass up a meal for the sake of your misguided pride?" Hiten's stomach, as if in agreence, growled its audible answer, he had not eaten much for the past close to two days. "It is sad when your body turns against you," Haruki twisted the verbal barbs.
"At least I have a body in which to disagree with," Hiten stowed the pendent in the cloth fold of his pale blue belt. The last comment had silenced the fox demon, his only response being the mute sway of his floating form.
"About that..." Haruki paused, "She wont be able to see me, human senses for the most part are too dull to pick up on spirits." Hiten brow knit as he drew his mouth to a thin line. "Either you'd have to speak for me.. Or.."
"Or?" stopping his incessant toying with the pendent, Hiten did not like the idea of having to be the go between for an unrestful spirit and a human. The translucent nature of the fox demon's state made it difficult to focus on as the sun passed behind him.
"Or I could barrow your body, just temporarily of corse." Hiten studied the spirit. "Just to say good bye properly." Was he serious? His thoughts trailing along as the chain of events that lead to Haruki's untimely death replayed in painful detail in an on going cycle. Turning away from the ghostly fox demon, Hiten tried to quiet his troubled thoughts. In the end it was by his hands he was killed, murdered. The scarlet shade of his eyes dimmed, as his eyes starred into space. The tumultuous corse of his mind boxed him in. A metallic coffin of guilt cast into a stormy sea, he was drowning.
The weight of the blood on his hands pulled him down, sending him to the bottom. His disheartened feelings masked by an only skin deep facade. The tears he wished to spill out of grief and the he longed for darkness which to hide his shame denied merely forced it to be bottled up. Letting a hiss of air out between clenched teeth, Hiten found himself unable to answer any other way than to give permission with a slight silent nod.
Something about the smile on the fox boy's face sent shivers up his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. The pit of his stomach seemed to fall though the bottom of his gut as he was tried to take a hesitant step back. Like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car, Hiten was unable to move.
"This will be easier if you relax," the wisp of iridescent astral flesh melded against his skin. His vision darkening, a sickening spike of sheer panic shot though his mind as he was losing control. This helpless sensation seemed increasing more prevalent, his empty stomach dispirit to force up what ever contents it held, made him double over in dry heaves.
His strong grip of life, his will that was inborn that as long as he could remember saw him though seemed to slip. His thoughts faltered allowing his consciousness to fall into a dormant state as Harukai gained control of his body.
* * *
Was he laughing? His thoughts came and went in sporadic flashes. In and out, like flicking connection to a distant place, he could barely make out the echo of his almost hysterical laughter. He felt as though he were in the state of sleep in which you are partially aware of the world, but perception is warped, fogged by a still sleeping mind. The clink of metal echoed and twisted until it resembled the familiar boom of thunder. The soft sigh of cloth resonating to a torrent of a wind storm.
The depths of his subconscious created the environment he felt alive in. Senses dead to the world beyond his sanctuary became fine tuned for this stormy void. Retreating farther into his citadel, Hiten recreated his past. Changing bits of it with his knowledge of future events. Ever misstep he regretted fixed, put in as he believed it should have been. As the perfection of this dream world came to peak, the creature of his deepest hatred entered. The hanyou that had bested him, his grudge more pronounced by his now seemingly impossible task of revenge.
Each time he tried to change the out come of that fateful battle, trying to find some degree of victory. Anywhere, any little bit he could pull out seemed beyond his grasp. The bite of the demon blade still sharp, not dulled in memory. Keen senses reliving the near death repeatedly set his mind on the verge of near insanity. Alone, always alone and dying no matter the greatest efforts on his part. The wounds bleed anew, flesh parted again in the viscous cycle.
He was trapped by the perfection of his own design, unable to accept that if he tried again thing would not end up the same way. Like a fixed pair of dice with had ones on ever face, he always rolled snake eyes. Tears welled in his eyes as he held the dream shadow of his brother. The smell of blood fresh, the despair renewed with each beat of heart, heated to a fever pitch of continuous effort to no avail or relief. To make it stop was to accept death, but to go on seemed just as dark a path to follow.
His mind stirred, trying to flee this nightmare. The momentary glimpses of the world became more real, more attainable. His hyper sensitive senses rang with an almost painful recognition of reality. His fantasy world crumbled around him, the shadows of his family he had once had dissipated, his ears almost hearing them cry out for him to stay. To try again in his guaranteed doom.
Half choked sobs and hot tears brought him to his knees. The depths he would never reveal to anyone remained hidden. The darkness of this place removed from the world he knew as reality served to hide him. Its opaque vale pulled snugly around him. Proud demon reverted to an earlier state, although still burdened by recent events. The strain tore him from his safe introverted surroundings, forcing him back into control of his body.
* * *
Slowly he drew his eyes open, allowing a few salty tears to ran down his face. Disoriented and sick, Hiten grappled with his churning stomach as the world slowed in its spin. Short blonde bangs fade with the dispersion of a demon fox's illusion, his free tresses of jet black hair falling like spilled ink down his back. His barely opened eyes shaded by his dark lashes, gazed in a sleepy manner as his head ached from metal stress. Unable to pull free of the stupor, he sluggishly came to acknowledge that warmth he held to his chest. The curls of auburn hair he had tanged his hands in glowed with the artificial light cast upon its glossy strands. For fleeting moments, he wished for nothing more than to sink down into warm bliss, free of dream or nightmare.
The foggy layer on his mind was quickly torn away by realizations. The searing pain behind his eyes made his short temper snap as he jerked her away from him. His hands pulled free, snagging but disentangled by a quick yank. His piercing gaze analyzing her unrelentingly. Human. She was nothing more that an simple human. Slim of form and stature standing only up to his shoulder, he could easily be done with this in a bloodless snap of her neck. She simply looked up at him, mouth slightly open in a wordless expression. A similarity of dress struck a cord in his memory. Such usual clothing could not be mistaken for anything more than what they were. The green pelted skirt and green scarf were the same as that girls, that mere mortal that contributed to his downfall. The drum of his heart pounding in his head made if difficult to think though his actions as he shoved her away, sending her crashing to the floor in a flutter of her skirt.
Glaring down at her, she squirmed under his gaze. The air crackled with charged youkai power as he would make quick work of her. Stopped cold, an intruding presence reentered his mind. Its objective no longer control, it struck out at any exposed emotional weaknesses, pushing his strained mental state to the point of collapse. Haruki materialized between Hiten and the girl. His ethereal form faded, the spirit weakened by over exertion. The rising feeling of what appeared betrayal, set his jaw, the head ache worsening as he gnashed his demonic fangs together.
Body weak from hunger and mind fatigued to dull perception, Hiten's faltering train of thought splintered into unfocused bits. Despising the pattern that had started to establish itself, Hiten took a sliding step back, the back of his legs met with a plush cushion of a chair. Too listless to stop his momentum from continuing back, he slid into the large recliner. His weighted eye lids unable or unwilling to be forced to remain open, he slipped back into deep slumber. Dreamless as he was mercifully to worn to endure more self punishing visions.
To Be Continued...
AN: Please review!
