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Chapt. 43

Two Days in Counting

Two days before the finals to loaf around. And that is what we did. Kurama often confined himself to the unoccupied window to read. Hiei had disappeared to somewhere one night. Jin and Touya had gone somewhere to see someone about something. The girls were often out, seeing the small town or shopping. Yusuke and Kuwabara laid around or played cards. I was outside. That was where I slept, ate, and lived. Osadyro was never far away, but she was never close either.

One day Yusuke said to me, "You need to relax a little."

I returned, coldly, "If you were about to meet the demon that murdered your family, you'd be tense too." I was left alone after that. Not that I minded any. I was content living in this desolate town. I had found Frank a new, vacant shop not too long ago and he's been doing swell.

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The leaves have started to turn and fall. With the sun setting on the west, everything becomes gold. I think about how my life has changed; how, from the moment I met them, my world was flipped upside down. So many times I had watched the seasons change from my window, and now I was here, who knows how many miles away from my home. Images of the humans I'd left behind passed through my mind. They think I'm in Hawaii, but I'm not.

The wind passes, playing in my hair. I stood up on my branch and looked towards the sun. The clouds had a golden lining to them, while the eastern clouds had gray linings. The wind blew again, stronger this time. New scents floated in upon it. My senses had become more acute over the course of these two days. I could depict a cat from a panther; a dog from a wolf; human blood from demon blood from animal blood. The wind brought with it an eerie change. It seemed almost unwelcoming.

The scent of a friend tipped my nose.

"Hello, Hiei," I welcome, continuing to look to the sun.

"Konnichiwa," he says, almost sneering. I look down at his blackened figure. Leaning against the tree, he stared up at me. There was no look of remembrance in his eyes, but I knew he knew me.

"Dochirahe," I smirk, asking him how he was. I knew some Japanese, not enough to school him in it though (it was his native language after all).

"Good enough."

I nod curtly.

"Darkfire!"

"Yes, Osadyro?" I call to my friend who was standing on a roof.

"Kurama made steak. Thought you might want some!" she answers.

My eyes lit up.

"You bet!" I leap from my branch and run on the roof tops as she levitates along beside me; Hiei raced along the ground. As we neared the hotel building, I noticed the window to our room was open. Convenient. I took a great leap, a simple task for me, and dove into the room; flipping easily to my feet. Osadyro and Hiei follow shortly after. The wonderful smell of cooking steak filled my twitching nose. Good food and a good cook, dangerous combo.

"It's good to see you again," Kurama smiles.

"Hai, it's good to be back," I answer, nodding. "Hiei has decided to grace us with his presence as well." I nod my head towards his general direction.

"I noticed. Steaks are in the bedroom, fresh on the grill."

"Domo!" I say happily, making my way past him and through the noisy, crowded room. I poke my head into the steamy room. There, beside the far wall, stood the small, portable grill. On top were two sizzling steaks.

I lick my lips. Upon walking into the room, the door slams behind me. I whip around, but no one is there. Cold steel cuts an X shape into the back of my neck. Hissing in pain, I finger my steak knife. Without turning around, I chuck it into my attacker's thigh. He hisses in pain.

I turn to see Hiei crouching on the floor, holding his wound. Threateningly, I hold my fork to his Jagan. His eyes widen in a strange fear.