dont own yyh
Chapt. 21
Silent Tears
"Hiei?"
He just stood there, looking out over the flowered cliff. The moon loomed overhead in its full glory. The wind blew in a gentle breeze; taunting you as it played sweetly under your nose. I walked up to him and stared out into the twinkling velvet sky.
"You didn't hold her back."
"Who?"
"You let her go; you let her put her life up for us. And you let her die."
"Who, Hiei?"
"Yukina! We lost and because of you she died! Just look!" He points off into the flowered field. A spot light shines on a lifeless form. Crimson glinted in the light.
"Hiei, I didn't know."
"How could you not know? You were the one you let us lose!"
"Hiei, I'm sorry."
"No, not yet. But you will be once you hit the ground."
"What?" But my question was answered as he pushed me off the cliff. Darkness flooded over me, choked me. I screamed, but it couldn't be heard. Even if it could, who could save me? I called his name. I screamed it at the top of my lungs, but no sound came.
"Ahhhhh!!" I scream, jolting forward. I panted and tried to pull my heart from my ears. Shakily, I wipe the cold sweat from my face.
"Is everything ok?" a voice asks from the door.
I look over and my infrared vision picks up a very cold body temp. Touya. "I'm fine Touya, thanks."
"You were screaming."
"Bad dream, it's nothing," I assure him.
"Ok, breakfast is almost ready."
"Thanks Touya, I'll be down in a sec." He shuts the door quietly and his footsteps fade down the hall. I sigh and fall back to my pillow.
"That was crazy. The tournament hasn't even begun and I'm dreamin' of Hiei killin' me cuz Yukina happened to die because we somehow lost." I sigh again and slip out of bed. This was gunna be a long day.
I trudged down the lonely halls for the kitchen. I didn't know if Yukina had told the emotionally challenged oni yet, but if she had...we'll just no go there. I was looking forward to the food, but not the company.
I reached the kitchen door, and was about to pull it open, when it swung out and smacked into me. I slid slowly to the floor.
"What the...?" a voice wonders. "You!" it yells. I'm suddenly yanked to my feet, only to be thrown into the couch.
I groan at the pain I had woken up for.
"I should mutilate you right now, but I want your corpse to be recognizable for your family when they pick out your coffin!" it yells, forcing me into a sitting position. I open a weary eye and see said emotionally challenged oni glowering down at me. I cringe because I knew why I was in pain. A gust of wind comes by, and a thud sounds on a nearby wall.
"Leave da poor creata be, Hiei," came the Wind Master's crazy accent. "Come on Darkfire, you be missin' all da food!"
I leap from the couch and rush past Jin into the kitchen – without getting hit by the door.
"Rice balls!" I exclaim, jumping into a seat across from Yusuke.
"And without soy sauce, just how you like it," Kurama smiles, setting a steaming plate of rice balls before me.
"You're the best Kurama!" They're gone in five minutes.
"Hungry?" Kuwabara asks, with his plain rice balls inches from his mouth still, securely between his chopsticks.
"Yea," I laugh, stealing his uneaten rice ball and gobbling it down before he could make any arguments. "Thanks."
He looks at me funny, then he sticks his empty chopsticks into his mouth. He pulls them out when he realizes there's nothing there. "Hey!"
I laugh at him. We finish breakfast and clean up. Touya and Jin say their good-byes and tell us that they're heading to the tournament arena to find out the seating stuff. The rest of us sit in the living room; I was trying to avoid all contact with Hiei, but failing miserably. I scoot closer to Yusuke when Hiei sits next to me. I didn't exactly have a death wish.
Soon Botan bounded into the room with her squadron of girls – Yukina, Keiko, and Shizuru – carrying rather large shopping bags. A small, blue...thing...was among them.
"Phoo!" the blue thing cried. It slightly resembled Yusuke.
"You brought that repulsive thing with you?" Hiei growled, turning back to glare at the flying blue creature.
"Puu is not a thing, Hiei! Besides, he's Yusuke's spirit creature," Keiko scolds.
"Yea Hiei, he's cute!" I say babyishly, tugging on his cheeks.
He gives me a glare I deserved, but really, really didn't want. I let go and rush over to the girls skittishly.
"Sooo, what're in the bags?" I ask, pointing to one of the five bags.
"Well, this one's yours," Keiko says, handing me one of hers. "Catch Yusuke!" she laughs, tossing her other bag to the startled boy. He catches it clumsily.
"Here ya go Kurama!" Botan calls, tossing her bag. He catches his more gracefully.
Yukina walks over to Hiei. "This one's yours," she says, almost in a sad way. Hiei's face softens as he takes the bag from her.
"Here little bro," Shizuru says carelessly, tossing the bag as such. He catches it with his face.
I look at the smiling girls and get a little nervous. Slowly, I open the white paper bag. I pull out a black shirt with blood red letters that said: "Go Ahead And Look, It'll Be The Last Thing You See." I couldn't help but laugh. Next, I pull out a large pair of cargo jeans. On the back, left pocket a black and red dragon curved around a black and red flame. I grinned at the awesome picture. Then I pulled out a black hooddy with large red flames on the back, they seemed to dance. The front said: "Hot As Hell." Finally, I pulled out a brand new pair of white sneakers.
"You guys shouldn't have!" I exclaim, holding the shoes proudly.
"We knew you couldn't find your old ones, so we got you these," Yukina chirped, coming up beside me.
"And we didn't think you wanted to go to the tournament and ruin more of your socks," Shizuru added, pointing to my holey socks.
"Yea, I've been meaning to buy a pair. But I suppose recovering was more important to my body," I laugh. I turn to see what everybody else got.
Yusuke had a new brown jacket that was covered in pockets on the front, but on the back was a small picture of someone firing, I think, a spirit gun; above that was another small picture of a blue creature with a black tuff of hair on its head, I assumed it was Puu. He also got a green pair of pants made of a jean-type material.
Kuwabara got a blue sweat shirt with a yellow spirit sword intricately sewed onto the back; golden energy leapt from the glowing blade. He also got a red shirt that said: "Just Because I Look Like An Idiot, Doesn't Give You The Right To Say I Am"; and on the back it said: "Even If It Is True." Yusuke got a kick outta that. He got a new pair of jeans too.
Kurama was admiring a dark green kimono top (like what Koenma wears when he's a teenager). The back had a red rose, dripping with sparkling dew and deadly thorns on the long stem, embroidered on it. Light green pants came as a match; his outfit strangely resembled teenage Koenma's.
Hiei was staring at a black belt studded with shimmering stones. He got a new black tank top and black pants, but he was staring at the belt. The stones sparkled in the light, causing their reflections to dance on his shocked face.
I walk up behind him and stare at the belt too. "Are those...tear gems?" I ask in awe.
"Yes," he whispers shakily.
I turn to look at Yukina.
She smiles. "Something to keep you going. You all got one; check your pockets." We all do. I pull out a thin string with a shining tear gem on it.
"Yukina..."
"I didn't want you to forget why you were fighting to live."
"We're fighting for you, and we could never forget it," I tell her, holding back tears that threatened to fall. "I'm gunna go change." I rush up to my room.
I close the door and slide down to the floor. I sit there, hugging my knees, squishing my new items. I held the tear gem in a tight, secure fist. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks. I shook violently.
I couldn't lose now. Not after this. Yukina cried these gems so that we wouldn't lose. I hadn't intended on losing in the first place, but now it was a necessity that we didn't lose. Yukina's life was in our hands, and I wasn't going to let her fall. That dream wouldn't come true. Yukina wasn't going to die, especially not because of me.
Silent tears ran down my cheeks. Rivers of salt fell and pooled in the bed my arms created. Silent rivers not meant to be heard; silent falls not meant to be seen; silent pools not meant to be touched. Silent tears fell still in my strange grief. Silent tears that swore they wouldn't lose.
