dont own YYH
Frozen Flame: Those are all really, really good ideas, but...here's what really happens
thank you to all my other reviewers! i enjoy hearing/reading what you have to say!
Chapt. 53
And He Begged
Murder. A word feared by the prey and embraced by the predator. Though their roles are often left alone, sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted. The once fearless killer is now daunted, leaving the once frightened victim to stand tall. I was once the hunted; now I am the hunter.
Death. The ending of life and the beginning of a new journey. Most fear the concept of dying. Others embrace it as a welcoming home. The thought of leaving possessions and loved ones behind drive people to strive for life, even through the killing of innocent people. I have become Death; now I fear Death.
Kill. The taking of life. They say it's for the better. People kill out of fear, passion, enjoyment, or force. Some can't kill for reasons beyond me. We can all kill, some just choose not to. Others can't stop. I wouldn't kill once; now I kill in vain.
I cannot wash the stench of blood from my hands. After every village, I wash my hands. Why, I have no idea. It's one village after another. Blood cakes my clothes and peels from my face. It was the villagers' blood. Each night I would hear their screams and see their faces just before I killed them. I could still smell their blood and feel it splash against my skin.
"They're coming," I mutter, standing from the small stream full of blood. "I suppose my teleporting would be sensitive to the Reikai right now." Just as three figures appear atop a far hill, I teleport to the outskirts of another village.
I had kept my promise to Hiei: I hadn't been caught. No matter how fast they would get there, they could never catch me. I had erased myself from the world. The Reikai could no longer track me or use the portal to my room. Every place I had ever been was covered in a veil that any Reikai cronies could not penetrate. Only when I used my demonic powers could they find me, and I only used them to teleport to and from the villages.
"Should I wait until morning to bring Death to these smiling people?" I wonder, looking at the village. Everything was cheerful about the people. They way they walked, talked, dressed, and smiled brought happiness to my darkened heart. The sun was still high, but low enough to call evening. "I think I will."
Sauntering over to a nearby tree, I listen to the merriment of the small town below. It was as though listening to a wonderful song. When I sit down, a beautiful voice rings from the street. The voice was that of a young, beautiful woman wearing a simple, but elegant, dress. Her voice was like that of a valley, lush and green: breath-taking.
It had been so long since I heard something like that.
"I will let you live in peace, young singer. Make your voice be heard by not only the ones you know and love." Standing up, I teleport to the Makai.
This past year, I had earned the name Ghost. Those never saw me that I didn't kill. My identity wasn't known by anybody except Reikai Intelligence, so I was simply a ghost. And we all know how hard it is to catch a ghost.
A sting pierced my arm.
"Yusuke," I mutter, looking at my left bicep with neglect. Pain had become a norm to me. I had never been cut by any of my victims, but everyday I felt the familiar sting of pain.
Discarding the bleeding wound, I look over the Makai. It was once a place I could only dream of seeing again…now I was a frequent visitor. Normally a wonderful hiding place for a demon, I found no safety here. Though a demon I was, I could not hide my demonic energy or aura. Both were unmistakable to the Reikai Tantei, who were currently trying to catch me.
I caught sight of a vampire floating about the sky all of a sudden.
"Osadyro…" I murmur. Even she did not know where I walked. I felt hurt not being able to talk to her, but I felt no remorse when I hid from her view. After she passed, I watched her continue her search. "One day we will see again."
"Darkfire!!" a man calls.
I turn and look at the Tantei a few steps from me.
"Please, come back," Kurama pleas.
"Yes, your company is missed," Kazuma adds.
I shake my head sadly and turn back to the Makai city below.
"Please, Darkfire, I'm begging you! Look!"
Turning back to look at them, my eyes widen slightly before retaining their distant stare. There was Yusuke, on his hands and knees before me.
"I'm begging you, Darkfire! Please!!" Yusuke begs, bowing.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," I speak softly. A gentle smile curves my lips and a sad shine twinkles in my eyes. "Someday."
"Darkfire, wait!!" Yusuke cries out, reaching for me. But it was all in vain, for I was gone before he even stood.
I was back at the village of the singing beauty. Her voice still filled the still air, though she was no longer singing but dancing happily with her kinsmen. I wanted to be that happy again, but it just wasn't possible now. The sky began to darken behind me.
"Sweet sunset. I can almost hear him treading up behind me to bring me home. I can almost hear his cool voice and feel his satin fingers intertwined with mine. Sometimes I think that he's watching me right now." I look up into the black and blue sky, letting a tear slide down my cheek and drip silently off my chin.
"That's because he is."
I turn and shoot a hard glare at the speaker. She was a slender woman with a flowing black dress. Her black hair rested lightly on her shoulders and her red eyes looked at me gently.
"You're that woman…the one from the Shadows," I snort, softening my gaze.
"You have a wonderful memory," she smiles softly.
"Why are you here? Oh, wait…should I ask who you are here?" I grin with bitter sarcasm.
"No, why is just fine. I am here because Hiei asked me to tell you something."
"Great, now she's nuts," I mutter, rolling my eyes.
"Please, listen to me. I am a lost soul, one of many. Hiei joined us about a mortal's year ago. He seemed so distressed and depressed. He said he knew me…and he does."
"I don't even know who the Hell you are! Wasn't near death enough of our meeting?!"
"He told me that he knew me with red and silver hair," she continues, ignoring me. "Also that I had eyes like the moon. Then he asked me why I hid my tail, saying that it was a beautiful color of blood and snow."
"My mother. That's how I described her to him." A light gust of wind picked up and then dropped suddenly. Now standing before me was another woman. Her eyes shown like a full moon and her silver and red hair was pulled back into a long braid. A blood red tail with a snow-white tip flickered behind her. She was wearing a light green kimono that only reached about her knees; it was tied with a red sash.
"It has been a very long time," she cries, tears dripping lightly from her face.
