dont own YYH
Kyte: Actually, that's Hiei's Spirit Beast. Funny, huh? And as for my AIM, it is: Hieipyromaster
Any of you people can contact me with that if you want. I am usually on a lot.
Chapt. 57
Hatred
"Your what?" I ask, holding back bubbling laughter.
"My Spirit Beast, God damn it!" Hiei yells, jumping up and storming to the window.
My laughter explodes. It felt good to laugh again, for I had not done it in such a long time. I was laughing so hard, tears begin to well in my eyes. The small kitten leapt from my arms, avoiding being crushed as I held my sides in pain. I could faintly see Hiei's face turn from pink to a flaming red as he glares at me.
"It's not funny," he snarls, closing his eyes angrily as the kitten makes its bed in his hair.
This makes me laugh even harder, if possible. After a few more minutes go by, I settle down and sit on the floor. I notice that Hiei managed to get the cat off his head and onto the window sill. Hiei stood, staring out the window high above the ground below. What was turning in his head? What thoughts, questions, were going through his mind? These answers I did not know…and I wasn't all too sure if I wanted to know.
"You've gotten stronger," Hiei says after a bit, absentmindedly stroking the kitten. "I can no longer read your mind like a simple book. It has become a more complicated matter of picking intricate locks and solving riddles. Even after I get past those, I am faced with thousands of doors. Some lead to dead ends, while others take me back to the beginning. The more doors I open, the harder it gets to find the right ones." He pauses and turns to me. "I can't hear what you're thinking and it pains me."
I stare into cold pools of blood that were his eyes. I stare with a strange hatred towards him burning deep in my soul. "I put up those guards to keep nosey, mind-reading demons such as you outta my head," I sneer, sharpening my gaze into a cruel glare.
"And yet, you cannot force me to leave your mind," he counters, turning back to the window. "I wish to fight you," he says after a while, changing the subject. "I wish to see how you've managed with your skills these past two years."
"You trust me not to kill you?" I ask, standing.
He doesn't answer, just simply walks from the room. I follow angrily, watching the small kitten trail after him.
"What will you name him?" I ask, staring at the black cat.
"Her, this cat is a girl," he corrects, looking back at me shortly.
"Fine, what will you name her?"
"Kinpa."
"Moonlight?"
"Yes, just like her eyes." Hiei had changed very much since I last saw him. His heart had softened, it seems.
"You've changed. Is it perhaps because of your living with Botan for so long?"
"That light, which you let in so very long ago, has become much brighter. I can see."
"Either that or you have been blinded."
"No, but I think it is you that have been blinded, Darkfire."
"Only because of your sword!" I growl, referring to my left eye.
"Blinded by the blood of those you have slain and by your own arrogance." He turns left and enters the training hall I used to know very well.
"You speak as though our roles have been switched."
"Haven't they?" he asks me calmly, stepping onto the mat. Turning, he looks at me, beckoning me to give it my all.
"Not quite," I hiss, taking a strange stance on the other side of the mat. Hiei unsheathes his familiar katana and holds it in an attacking position. Not waiting for him to say anything, I race at him. My speed had become unmatched and nearly impossible to see. "This is why they call me a ghost."
"White doesn't suit you," Hiei smirks, lashing out. The silver blade appears in front of me and I slide sideways to the right. I stop and feel the sticky red color ooze down my stomach. It was like getting a giant paper cut on you abdomen, only worse. My shirt began to soak up the red color. But the shirt wasn't mine. This shirt was a white tee, slightly larger than what I usually wore. I was also wearing slimmer jeans than normal. Yusuke.
"I noticed," I muse, ignoring the blood, for there was no pain to ignore. I rush at him again. Each time I swiped, I caught a glimpse of flashing metal. Because I had no weapon of my own, I backed away and tried again. Three more times I got cut: one from each shoulder across to just below my collarbone and one across my lower back. The shirt was no longer white, but instead a deep red from my blood. Standing away from him in my own pool of blood, I begin to pant heavily while he hasn't even broken a sweat.
"You see, when you have no weapon, your attacks read like a book. Just showing the glint of my sword drove you away. You have become the beast you once feared of becoming. Look at yourself now! Huddled away like a beaten mutt!" Hiei sneers, belittling my pride.
I snarl and bare my fangs. The pain wasn't there, just blood.
"You can't even feel it, can you?"
"This is nothing compared to the torment your death put me through! There is no pain greater than that!" I bark, putting a foot forward. "You have no idea what pain is!"
"Then show me, show me what pain is."
"I'd have to take everyone that was ever close to you away. Yukina, Kurama, Yusuke, and even Kuwabara, I'd have to take them all from you. Imagine that, imagine they were all gone, and even me. Can you see yourself in a spiral of darkness? Can you hear yourself calling out for someone to save you? Feel that fear welling up inside you, the fear that you'll never have them back. Now you're at your weakest, the point in which the killer comes out. Long dormant has he laid, now he's ready to see blood. You're weak and can't fight his urge so you fulfill it, you kill. And the funny thing is…you enjoy it. Can you feel that pain, Hiei, can you?"
He shakes his head shortly, closing his eyes.
"Of course you can't, they're all still alive." The swift and sure smell of the trees breaks through the thick smell of blood, causing me to turn and find the source. By the door from which I had entered some time ago, a tall, lithe, handsome demon stood, leaning against the wall. Four large black bangs hung over his right eye. His deep, bloody red hair stuck out behind his head, coming to a sharp point. Two triangles were painted below his left eye: the larger one, that stood upright from his jaw, was black and the smaller one, whose point pointed towards his jaw, was red. He wore a deep green shirt with a light green leaf embroidered in the center; the shirt was tucked into a pair a baggy jeans. His deep black eyes stare at me.
Now that I looked, quite an audience had gathered to watch Hiei and me.
"Who're you?" I ask him in a voice of pure hatred. A blade cuts across my back from my left shoulder to my right hip. I fall forward, but roll to avoid eating the beige, bloody mat. Standing, I throw a wall of darkness at Hiei, trapping him within its blackness.
I repeat my question with the same malice.
"We soon forget the friends we make along the way," he answers in a tone that suits his appearance: deep and strong. "I was once just a small pup."
Smelling beyond the thick blood, I smell dog. As though that scent triggered the memories, they all came rushing back to me. "Mamoru, it has been a while."
"Six years…and then some."
"What brings you back?"
"I wish to continue the training that you once started. I suppose you wouldn't really call it training, for it was only a small fight, but you showed me truth. I wish to learn more."
"Why would you want to learn the ways of a murderer?" I growl, laughing a short, diminishing laugh. Letting Hiei free from the darkness, I walk past Mamoru and into the long hall. After walking for a bit, I soon found myself in the familiar living room. The last time I remembered being in here was when we all sat around and watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and then played Truth or Dare.
A clock ticked monotonously.
Plopping down on the couch, I close my eyes and watch the slaughter play before my darkened eyes. The screams rang through my head and the blood splashed my face. The smell of blood flitted in my mind. How many times had I seen these scenes and thought them to be nightmares? As of this moment, I thought them to be a sweet, tranquil place to hide. I hear footsteps advancing towards me, but I pay them no notice when they stop.
Then it all goes blank.
"You have changed," Hiei says distastefully. He only saw my thoughts because the memories were so great the burst through my entire mind.
"Of course," I growl sourly, looking at him with my right eye in an almost glare. How I hated him now. "What did you expect of me, a killer?"
"For you to stay the same as I had left you," he answers.
"Ha! The Great Hiei has become a fool! I never thought I'd see that day!"
"BOTH OF YOU ARE FOOLS!!" a great voice booms, stinging in my sensitive ears. "BOTH OF YOU ARE PATHETIC FOOLS!!"
When Hiei says, "Kinpa." and then Darkfire answers, "Moonlight?", that doesn't mean the cat has two names. Kinpa means Moonlight in Japanese, just thought I'd clear that up before I got nasty reviews.
WRITER'S BLOCK!! : Ok, readers, I need ideas! Mainly on how Tanashi the demon panther should meet his end. That would be very helpful. Thank you!
