YO! SUP? Alright ya'll, you have Poltergeist Roport 101 to thank for this chapter, because they're the one that reveiwed and led to me feeling guilty which led to me getting up off my lazy butt and update this thing!! whoo, now THERE's a run-on sentence! I added and changed a few bits of this chapter, but if you have any questons/suggestions, then please, PLEASE, tell me, because I'm SO gonna revise this once I'm done, and before I start the sequel, Beljoseph knows what I'm talking about, but I'M NOT TELLING!! MUHAHAHA....
Okay, so here's your chapter, read, enjoy, reveiw, though really, you can just go straight to the reveiw part, I won't mind
Chapter 4
Eyes of Ice
Step left, dodge right, move forward, turn right, run forward, jump backwards, dodge left and forward, jump up, get blown to the right by the mine you hadn't seen. Repeat.
This pretty much summed up Hiei's situation, with variation, of course.
Damnit where are you?! Hiei was getting mad. Extremely mad. And quickly. A flicker of energy was all the warning he got, before, once again, he was blown to the side. This is taking to long! If I don't end this soon... He didn't finish that thought. After all, there couldn't be that many mines left, could there? He had already tried to find them with his Jagon, no luck there; he had tried to move to the trees, but the minefield had extended out there also, and in greater numbers; whoever was doing this was hiding his energy very well, because he hadn't sensed him at all, and dividing his attention between using the Jagon to find him and dodging mines was....unhealthy, to say the least. More like suicidal, he thought grimly.
He had gotten hit several times; there wasn't that much blood, but it hurt.
BOOM!
And then he ran into a very large cluster of mines, all of which going off at the same time. Hiei then got lessons in flying.
Oww...he thought fuzzily, pain washing over his mind, making it hard to concentrate. Vaguely, he felt weightless, floating, and then falling, and landing, although it felt softer than it should have...
A flash of blue and a faint worried voice....
...and darkness was all he saw.
Botan shifted the burden in her arms, handing it to the person behind her. A snort, then a rough voice, saying "Baka, he should have been able to avoid the mines easily." Botan flew higher into the sky, until the temple was but a speck.
"Well, he should have, he didn't, not much we can do about it now" Botan replied.
Another snort. "Well, lets get back, I want to get those mines dispersed and start fixing any repairs caused...after we see to the dimwit and the others, of course."
Botan paused, then started descending at what to anyone else would have been an alarming rate.
"Of course, Genkai."
Yukina ran out of the room. She knew Genkai and Botan were here, therefore, it was safe. She wanted to help Genkai raise a shield around the temple, that way no one could—
BOOM!
The door blew open, and since Yukina was almost there, she got caught in the blast. The door hit her, and while it did hurt, it did shielded her from all other debris. She pushed the door off her with difficulty, and sat there seeing who she assumed was the one that blew the door up.
It was a male youkai, blue eyes, blonde hair utilitarian short. He had milkmaid skin, and pointed ears. There were tattoos on every part of skin she could see, which wasn't much. He had brown leather pants, a multi shaded green long sleeved shirt, but she could see that under it was some sort of leather armor. It had a hood, but it was down, and lastly there ware soft leather boots. He might have been handsome, if it weren't for the coldness of his eyes; they were like ice, not the normal kind, but the biting cold of extreme apathy, all the emotoins that made you more than an intelligent animal stripped away, leaving nothing but a kind of simmering rage, held in check only by a strong will and calculating thoughts. His face made him look hard; granite carved into a shape like a face, a part of her that wasn't scrambling to figure out how to get away noted.
He spotted her, and smiled. It was even worse when he smiled, making his face turn from stern to malicious. He slowly walked towards her, boots crunching random debris made by the explosion. It was a slow kind of walk, one that said he had time to spare in getting to where he was going, because he was going to get what he wanted no matter what. She shuddered, and he smiled wider.
When he got to the point to where he just had to reach out to touch her, he stopped and reached his hand towards her.
Seeing the hand coming towards her, she snapped out of it and sent an icicle towards his chest. He dodged, faster than the eye could see, and looked at her, frowning, narrowing his ice eyes. She would have scrambled away, but the ice in his eyes froze her to the spot.
He studied her, and the seconds ticked by. Finally,
"You look just like him."
She widened her eyes. What in the three worlds was he talking about?
He must have seen the question in her eyes, for he chuckled, and said, "Why, your brother, of course. You look just like him. Same height, face...eyes" he hissed the last part out, narrowing his own eyes again.
She gasped. He knew her brother? How? NO! he was lying! HE couldn't possibly know her brother. She refused to believe it. She narrowed her eyes right back, that action saying what words couldn't. You're a lying bastard and I don't care because I'm not listening.
He chuckled again, sending shivers down her spine. Inari, she wished he would stop doing that! "Well, as much as I would love," he sneered, reaching for something behind his back, "to chat with you, I need to kill you." He looked falsely apologetic. "Nothing personal, you understand, but business is business." He revealed what he had been reaching for. A gun.
He pointed it at her, cocked it, and she swore she was going to die. She closed her eyes, waiting for the blow. She heard a grunt, and the sound of a body hitting the ground, and labored breathing. She opened her eyes, and looked, eyes wide.
Hiei was standing there, slightly hunched over, left arm over his stomach, looking like he was standing up by pure will power. The hunter was on the ground, looking at Hiei with a hate that was almost holy. The gun was on the other side of Hiei, so he couldn't reach it. The hunter snarled, reaching behind him, she assumed, for some other weapon. Suddenly he stopped, eyes going to the open doorway. There was the sound of running coming towards them. He spared one last hate filled glance towards her and Hiei, then sped out what remained of the doorway. The sounds were getting louder. Hiei looked over at her, eyes glazed.
"Are you alright?" she winced. His voice sounded horrid, scratchy and hoarse. She nodded.
"He didn't do anything to me before you showed up." just scared the life out of her what with him talking about her brother.
He nodded. "Good." The running sounds were even louder, signaling that whoever it was, was going to be there in the next few seconds. Right on cue, Genkai, followed closely by Botan, stood in the wreckage of the doorway, taking in the scene before them. Hiei, however, didn't notice, for just as they arrived, he fell to his knees, gasping and clutching his stomach. He stayed that way for a few seconds, before pitching forward, out cold.
Botan dipped a cloth in warm water, helping Yukina to clean Hiei's wounds. The others, Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Kurama, had awoken a few minutes ago, told their story, and passed out again, though this time it was just out of exhaustion, instead of the shock of a powerful attack. Hiei was out cold still. Genkai had said she wouldn't be surprised if all the boys slept through till morning; something about the youki that the hunter had used, energy draining, or some such. It had been about an hour since the attack. They had moved all the boys to separate guest rooms, not wanting them to just stay where they had fallen. That had taken about half an hour. Now she and Yukina were cleaning Hiei's wounds, while Genkai looked at the other boys.
She bit her lip. She had known Hiei was wounded, but this—
He had been stripped to the waist, so the could work better and see what the were doing. He had countless cuts along his arms, legs, chest, and back area. You could hardly see his skin there were so many! But what worried her most was his stomach. Apparently, that group of bombs he had set off just when she and Genkai had arrived, had been closer than the others. He had a hole in his stomach, a big one. She had helped Yukina to heal it fist, before going on to the others. It wasn't completely healed, but it wasn't life threatening anymore. Neither of them were that good at healing, and the wounds weren't exactly cooperating with what healing was getting through, so they were doing it the old fashioned way.
She looked over to Yukina. She was healing the cuts as best she could along his left arm. She looked so intent. Sometimes, when she concentrated on something very hard, the resemblance between her and Hiei was scary. If their personalities weren't at opposite ends of the spectrum, their relationship would be as obvious as some one screaming in a library.
Her mind wandered to the boys' story. There was a Koorime hunter, and it was after Yukina. She would need around the clock protection, and not just Genkai. The other boys had school, so they couldn't be here all day; that left Hiei to watch over her. Though Hiei likely does that anyway, he's so protective!
She looked at the flame koorime.
Get well soon Hiei. Your sister needs you...
Warmth. Quiet. Completeness. There was the Big One, that was ColdWarm. She was Half of the Complete. The Other Half was Warm too; Different but the Same. With Big One and Other Half, she was Complete and Safe.
Quiet left and now Loud took his place. Other Half was gone too, taking Safe along with.
Plink.
Plink.
Plink.
Something was Hitting her; Big One was making water-stones, they were falling on her. She cried. Where was Other Half?
Then The Feeling.
She was falling falling falling, and she was ANGRY but then the fear fear fear because she was falling down down DOWN—
Yukina sat up in bed, gasping for the air she couldn't find. After a few minutes, she lay back down, having regained control of her breathing, though her heart was bent on escaping her chest. What is going on? I haven't had that dream in...years! She took a deep breath. The dream always affected her this way, leaving the impression of the fear her twin brother had felt when he had been thrown from the cliff. She swallowed. How can he stand it? All I'm getting is the faintest of ripples from it; he's got the full impact of it!
She heard the clock in the hallway chime 12 times. Midnight then, and her wide awake. Not a good combination. She sighed a got up, wrapping herself in a robe over her night clothes. She might as well check in on the boys; make sure they're alright and all.
She walked until she found the first of the boys rooms. She peeked in. Yusuke was sprawled on the futon, sheets in disarray and drool coming out of his mouth. She gave a rueful smile, then turned to leave.
"Wait!" She turned back, astonished, and blinked. He was still asleep, but then who...? "That's MY pizza, go get your own!" Yusuke growled, frowning at someone only he saw. She stifled a giggle and shut the door, leaning against it until the fit passed, though her mouth still quirked.
She opened the next door, Kazuma's. He was curled up under the covers, though his sheets, too, were in equal disarray. He looks so adorable when he's sleeping, she though fondly, quietly shutting the door.
Kurama was sleeping normally, neat even in sleep.
The last door was Hiei's. She opened it quietly, to a sight she hadn't expected.
Hiei was sitting on the futon, back to her, attempting to put his shredded shirt on, hissing in pain from the half healed cuts. She stayed silent, watching him, though she wanted to rush over a stop him. After a few moments, he got his shirt on, and walked over to where she and Botan had put his Katana. He picked it up, strapping it to his belt. Still with his back to her, he walked over to the window, attempting to open it. She gave a half smile. Genkai knew him too well. He wouldn't be able to get that window open even if he was at full health. None of them wanted him to slip away while they weren't watching, like he was (trying to) now.
He finally gave a sharp tug, giving a sharp intake in breath as he pulled at the stomach wound. She was over there in a flash. The wound was deep enough that if he didn't let it heal, it would cause him permanent damage. Hiei looked up, shocked. She could tell he didn't know what was going on; his eyes were glazed and he had a puzzled look on his face. After a moment, he relaxed, and, for the third time that day, passed out.
She dragged him as gently as she could to the futon. There, she divested him of his shirt and katana, then left the room. She took the katana with her, knowing he wouldn't leave without it.
She just hoped he wasn't too mad in the morning.
Pain. Darkness. But mostly pain.
He liked the darkness. It was the place of illusions, challenge, but mostly power. A power to let you go unseen among hated enemies and valued allies alike. A lover to embrace you in sweet softness or bitter pain. Secrets can't escape in darkness. Instead they are silenced, never to be heard from again until the light comes. All to be heard is the shadows whisper, and humanity and all its annoyances fall away leaving peaceful solitude. Peace used for war. A fact of life in its simplest terms. Contradicting, but only to those that don't understand its nature. After all...darkness is only the absence of light.
And in the end...
...there will always be darkness.
AN:
There, it took me a few days, but I DID finish writing the dumb chapter. And look! ::gasp:: No cliff hanger!
Jenna: There's a first
Derrick: True, true
Rainy: ::looking at Teran::...um, what did you DO to him?
Teran: ::sucking thumb in a fetal position on floor::
Jenna: ::whistling innocently::
A.H.: Jenna happened
Rainy: Ahh...
Derrick: ::looks at Teran, then to Rainy:: remind me never to get on her bad side
Rainy: I will if you will ::eyeing Jenna, who is sharpening her axes::
Jenna: what?
Here's my quote for the chapter:
"Language has created the word "lonliness" to express the pain of being alone, and the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone."
--Paul Tillich