dont own YYH
A/N: this is a point in the story where a large amount of time passes.just a warning.
Chapt. 50
Four Years of Change
One year rolls by after the other until four years have gone by. I finished high school, excelling tremendously in Japanese (though I still use English when I talk). I could almost swear to you that Hiei learned most of my studies right along with me. He would look over my shoulder and take mental notes. He would tell me how to do my homework, whether I knew how to or not. I think he found a hobby in life: tailing after human studies.
Kurama, Yusuke, Keiko, and Kazuma also finished their schooling. I only heard from them in letters that Botan would bring me daily. Sometimes she got yelled at because she would stay and talk with me for long periods of time.
But those days are over. They've all become busy. Even Hiei has left my company, leaving me to leading a normal life with my human family. But everyday, I look for them. Sometimes, I take long walks in the park, hoping to catch them in the area. Alas, we never meet up. I've begun to give up on them.
As for me, I haven't changed much. I still have my over-sized bangs that have remained black as ever. My silver-gray hair still sticks out to the left, but the three 'flips' have merged into one. The X shaped scar on my neck is still there, as though it had just been cut. And the crescent scar on my left eye still remains, blinding me just enough to make me fear those that stand on my left. I still wore jeans and a T-shirt, occasionally throwing on a black sweatshirt or jacket. The earrings and the ruby in my cheek also remain unaltered by time.
Iam twenty-two years old, but I only look about seventeen. Being a demon has its advantages.
"Darkfire, is it really you?"
I turn around to find the voice. Instantly, I come face to face with piercing brown eyes. They were familiar eyes. The man had fairly long, black hair that touched his upper back tied loosely in a ponytail. He had a small scar on his right cheek and collarbone. Sporting a white T-shirt and jeans, I recognized him quickly.
"Urameshi Yusuke, we meet again," I smile, bowing my head slightly.
"You've really grown up," he laughs. I was about as tall as he now, and he stood maybe about six foot two. "Is that lipstick you're wearing?" His voice had matured too.
"Iie, my lips come like this naturally. I would never touch the vile stuff called make-up."
He simply laughs at this.
"So, what brings you to America?"
"Actually, you."
I stare at him strangely.
"Enma-sama wishes to speak with you," he explains with a serious tone.
"What did I do now? I haven't murdered anyone lately."
"No. This is about five years ago."
And he's just now getting to it?The trip was short and sweet. Maybe an hour tops. The Reikai looked much different than I had remembered it. Of course, I only saw the front door, some hallways, a bunch of stairs, and Koenma-sama's office. He looked happy, yet almost sad, to see me.
"My, my, you have grown since I last saw you," he says, smiling up at me.
"That was nearly six or so years ago, Koenma-sama," I say with a small smile. He didn't look any different.
"I suppose that is so. But, in any case, I hope Yusuke has told you why you're here."
"He told me that Enma-sama wishes to speak with me," I answer shortly.
He nods and returns to his work. An orange ogre comes up and escorts me from the room. We walk silently down a hallway and up a few flights of stairs. The palace of the Reikai was beautiful.
We stop in front of a pair of huge stone doors.
"This is where I leave you," the ogre says gruffly, bowing and walking on his way. I look back at the doors as they open up a little. It seemed a small space for the massive doors, but it was plenty big for me to walk through. When I step out of the door's pass, they slam shut. Absentmindedly, I stroke the spot where my fox/wolf pendant lay hidden beneath my shirt.
"D-Darkfire?" a small voice whispers on my left.
A much-loved scent flits into my senses as I turn to look at the sound.
"H-Hiei? Hiei!" I cry out to my friend. He was shackled to a stone slab. His torso was covered in scars and his eyes looked glassy. Even as he stared at me with his body in pain, his eyes were just as hard as I remembered them.
"Silence!!" a voice thunders and echoes.
I look up. "Enma-sama," I whisper meekly.
"Bastard!" Hiei hisses softly, looking at the Lord with hatred like I've never seen.
"We are here to decide how you will be killed," the Lord booms again.
"What?!" I shout in outrage.
"You have become too strong to handle."
"And you think I'll just roll over and let you gut me?!"
"You will…or Hiei shall die in your stead."
"You leave him outta this!!"
"I've already been brought into this, Darkfire," Hiei smirks.
"This is why you've been away, isn't it? You were here gettin' the crap beat outta ya."
He turns his eyes to the floor. Enma's head nods in the slightest motion. The next thing I hear is a small grunt of pain. I turn to Hiei and see a spear sticking out of his right shoulder.
I drop to my knees, holding my bleeding right shoulder in pain. The spear is removed and a new pain washes over me.
"Interesting," Enma muses. "Hiei carries no wound, but Darkfire is whimpering in pain."
"I ain't whimperin'!" I snarl, standing and glaring up at him. A sharp sting focuses in my stomach, blood leaking onto the stone floor. A sharper sting and more blood as the weapon is removed, bringing me to my knees once again, quickly replace the first pain.
"Darkfire!" Hiei calls to me.
I cough up minimal blood, still glaring at Enma.
"Enma, I hope you like Hell," I threaten, faltering to my feet. "Because that's where I'm sendin' ya!"
