Disclaimer: Hiten and the world of Inuyasha are creations of Rumiko
Takahashi.
AN: After getting that last chapter up, I've gotten back into the rhythm. Yeah! Thanks for waiting for so long!
Chapter Seven: Angel
Hiten gazed down at the lights of the alien vehicles which zipped by below. His precarious perch on the rail of the balcony of Haruki's sister placed his back toward the door. The balls of his feet on the rail, knees drawn up Hiten toyed with the possibilities of his survival if he was to fall. Although the six story drop would most likely not kill him out right, he could injure himself well enough.
The quiet click and whisper of air as the door behind him was opened informed him that Haruki sister had come into his presence. An odd thought cross his mind, had his brother been able to complete his unfinished tasks? Shaking himself mentally, Hiten banished the thought. Both he and his brother could be considered adult demons, last ditch efforts to appease the soul was reserved for the very young, like his sister...
"Ah... excuse me," A small voice pulled Hiten from his thoughts. Looking over his shoulder, he paused, observing the girl. The deep honey colored curls that hung around her neck contrasted with dark brown eyes. Her lightly tanned skin, suggested that she did see some sun. The sent of grass and the slight tone of muscle lent her a sleek but, promising figure. He stopped his thoughts, already well aware where they were straying. This girl was depressingly nothing more than human, estimating her age in her late teens. He would have preferred to be left alone, he turned his attention back to the street below. Leaving to no where in particular didn't seem to be any better an option.
"What is it?" Hiten watched the loose tail of hair at the end of his braid sway in the morning breeze.
"Do you know how very pathetic you look just sitting there?" Jerking his head around Hiten focused on none other than Midori. Haruki's sister squirmed in her grasp, Midori's hand firmly clamped over her mouth and nose. "I really can't let you get comfortable, its so much harder to uproot you later." Hiten's lips curled back in an animalistic snarl. His weight shifting to a crouch, ready to attack. The muffled scream of the human girl let Hiten a fork in the road whether to act or for an opportunity to present itself.
"Let her go!" Harukai made himself known as he slipped though the wall. His translucent form had nearly dissipated.
"Oh you are still lingering here," Midori kept her eyes focused on Hiten as she spoke. "Such a pretty little angel your sister is," she spoke in low mummer. Her grip twisting the girls neck a fraction more. The visible strain tempting just a hair more to snap her neck.
"You make an easy target holding that little human wench you know." Hiten spat in a mocking tone. The air crackled with gathering power.
"Temper, temper, I thought you didn't care for humans." The silvered glint of a knife flashed in Midori's opposite hand. "What is it you see in her? It can't be the body." The of the blade slice through the shirt and cut a neat but only superficial line across her stomach. "You hardly know her. How is it you come to want to protect her?" Midori's dark eyes hardened with jealousy and malice. Her attention drew momentarily away from Hiten.
Hiten had been studying her and saw his chance. He could easily grab the blade from her mere-mortal grasp and kill her with her own blade. His muscles tensed as his snatched the opportunity. The thunder demon leaped from the rail, reaching for the blade. Unnatural speed saw the girl's throat slice and her stomach Ripped open in a spray of blood. Her breathless death scream cut short by the snap of his fragile neck.
"Did I forget to mention I found myself a new little demon pet?" Hiten's narrow miss and catastrophic mistake left his thought process faltering. "Tough luck." Midori shoved the dead girl's body toward him. The sorceress touched the crimson blade to her lips, sucking sadistically on the blood. "You know, there is only one thing to do with angels. Send them back to heaven." The white shirt Hiten became soaked with blood. Now was his chance to strike, but his body refused to move. His muscles were frozen in place. He doubted his ability to move. Any faith he had had in his demon powers was utterly crushed.
The heart, not yet ready to give up life, pumped the scarlet liquid from the human form. Hiten felt the fear of death sink into his very soul. Her eyes stared up at him. Their deep brown nearly blocked out by the over sized pupils. He shivered, his skin crawled, goose flesh prickled all over his body. So often had death visited those around him, he would never be used to their eyes. His visit to deaths door made this sensation all the more realistic. Their piecing stare watching him.
It was not like Haruki's death. His eyes had been close. His body snatched by death in split seconds, the heart stopped in the very instant of death. Quite and quick, come and gone with the darkness that snatched the breath from the fox demon's body. But this was a far different death, the body refused to accept its' sudden termination in the prime of life. The blood poured down his front. Runnels snaked though the cloth covering his thighs. The warm moisture quickly going cold in the open air. This is what his death would have been like. In his time, this is how he had died, only to be brought back in this hellish time. His eyes red as the blood would have stared out into space, his slit pupils round open. Human or demon it was their gaze that haunted him.
His hands shook. He wish to drop her frail form, to let it go, but his muscles refused to do more than tremble.
"You make it seem like you've never killed one of them before. Please, don't tell me you've never let their blood drip over you in a macabre shower." Midori whispered mere inches from his ear. His tried to let his temper go, become angry, anything to break fears grip on him. "Hmph, how can you care for them just like your sister." The spell snapped by the mention of his sister. Hiten grasp the front of her cloak, the corpse dropping with the sick thunk into the pool of blood that had gathered there. Caught off guard by his bi-polar reaction, Midori was caught like a fox in a bear trap. His powerful hands twisted into her cloak, chocking the sorceress.
Lifting her from the ground, Hiten's wrath would not allow her room to speak much less breath else she get away. His solid purchase on Midori herself empowered only the will on to crush her neck to a slurry of shattered bone and flesh pulp. Her feet weakly kicked out at him, doing no more than a fly trying to beat down a brick wall.
"Where is my sister!?" He barked. He bore down on her with his unrelenting gaze. "Tell me where she is!" his control over his hands slipping as the growled out his demand. His fangs became more pronounced as he gnashed them together. The forgotten blade slice into his forearm. The vertical cut stabbed, leaving his arm skewered. Dropping Midori, he wrenched the blade out not caring if he caused more damage. The sorceress scrambled out from under him, desperate to get away. Her steps faltering on the slick and uneven surface of the body. Taking a slash at her retreating form, Hiten only managed to slice her cloak as his disappear in s whirl of icy wind.
Midori knew of his sister and he would tear down every one of these great buildings to find her.
To be Continued...
AN: This chapter is a little shorter than usually, but I thought this was a good place to stop. The theme and plot are finally starting to develop. This was really a rather dark chapter. I guess listening to Evanesces will do that to you. I tried to tie everything about his character, especially his devotion to his siblings into this. (Souten, Hiten's sister only appears in the anime.) Thanks for reading! Please review!
AN: After getting that last chapter up, I've gotten back into the rhythm. Yeah! Thanks for waiting for so long!
Chapter Seven: Angel
Hiten gazed down at the lights of the alien vehicles which zipped by below. His precarious perch on the rail of the balcony of Haruki's sister placed his back toward the door. The balls of his feet on the rail, knees drawn up Hiten toyed with the possibilities of his survival if he was to fall. Although the six story drop would most likely not kill him out right, he could injure himself well enough.
The quiet click and whisper of air as the door behind him was opened informed him that Haruki sister had come into his presence. An odd thought cross his mind, had his brother been able to complete his unfinished tasks? Shaking himself mentally, Hiten banished the thought. Both he and his brother could be considered adult demons, last ditch efforts to appease the soul was reserved for the very young, like his sister...
"Ah... excuse me," A small voice pulled Hiten from his thoughts. Looking over his shoulder, he paused, observing the girl. The deep honey colored curls that hung around her neck contrasted with dark brown eyes. Her lightly tanned skin, suggested that she did see some sun. The sent of grass and the slight tone of muscle lent her a sleek but, promising figure. He stopped his thoughts, already well aware where they were straying. This girl was depressingly nothing more than human, estimating her age in her late teens. He would have preferred to be left alone, he turned his attention back to the street below. Leaving to no where in particular didn't seem to be any better an option.
"What is it?" Hiten watched the loose tail of hair at the end of his braid sway in the morning breeze.
"Do you know how very pathetic you look just sitting there?" Jerking his head around Hiten focused on none other than Midori. Haruki's sister squirmed in her grasp, Midori's hand firmly clamped over her mouth and nose. "I really can't let you get comfortable, its so much harder to uproot you later." Hiten's lips curled back in an animalistic snarl. His weight shifting to a crouch, ready to attack. The muffled scream of the human girl let Hiten a fork in the road whether to act or for an opportunity to present itself.
"Let her go!" Harukai made himself known as he slipped though the wall. His translucent form had nearly dissipated.
"Oh you are still lingering here," Midori kept her eyes focused on Hiten as she spoke. "Such a pretty little angel your sister is," she spoke in low mummer. Her grip twisting the girls neck a fraction more. The visible strain tempting just a hair more to snap her neck.
"You make an easy target holding that little human wench you know." Hiten spat in a mocking tone. The air crackled with gathering power.
"Temper, temper, I thought you didn't care for humans." The silvered glint of a knife flashed in Midori's opposite hand. "What is it you see in her? It can't be the body." The of the blade slice through the shirt and cut a neat but only superficial line across her stomach. "You hardly know her. How is it you come to want to protect her?" Midori's dark eyes hardened with jealousy and malice. Her attention drew momentarily away from Hiten.
Hiten had been studying her and saw his chance. He could easily grab the blade from her mere-mortal grasp and kill her with her own blade. His muscles tensed as his snatched the opportunity. The thunder demon leaped from the rail, reaching for the blade. Unnatural speed saw the girl's throat slice and her stomach Ripped open in a spray of blood. Her breathless death scream cut short by the snap of his fragile neck.
"Did I forget to mention I found myself a new little demon pet?" Hiten's narrow miss and catastrophic mistake left his thought process faltering. "Tough luck." Midori shoved the dead girl's body toward him. The sorceress touched the crimson blade to her lips, sucking sadistically on the blood. "You know, there is only one thing to do with angels. Send them back to heaven." The white shirt Hiten became soaked with blood. Now was his chance to strike, but his body refused to move. His muscles were frozen in place. He doubted his ability to move. Any faith he had had in his demon powers was utterly crushed.
The heart, not yet ready to give up life, pumped the scarlet liquid from the human form. Hiten felt the fear of death sink into his very soul. Her eyes stared up at him. Their deep brown nearly blocked out by the over sized pupils. He shivered, his skin crawled, goose flesh prickled all over his body. So often had death visited those around him, he would never be used to their eyes. His visit to deaths door made this sensation all the more realistic. Their piecing stare watching him.
It was not like Haruki's death. His eyes had been close. His body snatched by death in split seconds, the heart stopped in the very instant of death. Quite and quick, come and gone with the darkness that snatched the breath from the fox demon's body. But this was a far different death, the body refused to accept its' sudden termination in the prime of life. The blood poured down his front. Runnels snaked though the cloth covering his thighs. The warm moisture quickly going cold in the open air. This is what his death would have been like. In his time, this is how he had died, only to be brought back in this hellish time. His eyes red as the blood would have stared out into space, his slit pupils round open. Human or demon it was their gaze that haunted him.
His hands shook. He wish to drop her frail form, to let it go, but his muscles refused to do more than tremble.
"You make it seem like you've never killed one of them before. Please, don't tell me you've never let their blood drip over you in a macabre shower." Midori whispered mere inches from his ear. His tried to let his temper go, become angry, anything to break fears grip on him. "Hmph, how can you care for them just like your sister." The spell snapped by the mention of his sister. Hiten grasp the front of her cloak, the corpse dropping with the sick thunk into the pool of blood that had gathered there. Caught off guard by his bi-polar reaction, Midori was caught like a fox in a bear trap. His powerful hands twisted into her cloak, chocking the sorceress.
Lifting her from the ground, Hiten's wrath would not allow her room to speak much less breath else she get away. His solid purchase on Midori herself empowered only the will on to crush her neck to a slurry of shattered bone and flesh pulp. Her feet weakly kicked out at him, doing no more than a fly trying to beat down a brick wall.
"Where is my sister!?" He barked. He bore down on her with his unrelenting gaze. "Tell me where she is!" his control over his hands slipping as the growled out his demand. His fangs became more pronounced as he gnashed them together. The forgotten blade slice into his forearm. The vertical cut stabbed, leaving his arm skewered. Dropping Midori, he wrenched the blade out not caring if he caused more damage. The sorceress scrambled out from under him, desperate to get away. Her steps faltering on the slick and uneven surface of the body. Taking a slash at her retreating form, Hiten only managed to slice her cloak as his disappear in s whirl of icy wind.
Midori knew of his sister and he would tear down every one of these great buildings to find her.
To be Continued...
AN: This chapter is a little shorter than usually, but I thought this was a good place to stop. The theme and plot are finally starting to develop. This was really a rather dark chapter. I guess listening to Evanesces will do that to you. I tried to tie everything about his character, especially his devotion to his siblings into this. (Souten, Hiten's sister only appears in the anime.) Thanks for reading! Please review!
