Catse: Hello again peoples! It's me! Catse! (Cat-sey). I actually had one person ask how to pronounce it. Sorry but I couldn't really get back in touch, so I figured I would hit the question at the head and post it on the next chapter. I'm sure many of you were curious to how it was pronounced. This next chapter is a little bit gruesome. I'm sure some of you, or maybe all of you have seen worse than the entails of this chapter, but still, I needed to give a warning just in case. Please tell me if you think I should up the rating on this story. I want to make sure it's safe. Well, on with this chapter. Oh, and believe me, if you don't hate Yoru already, you're most likely going to despise her at the end of this chapter. Well, here's chaptah eleven!
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Disclaimer: See chapter one.....
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The three of them trained about an hour, building a sweat before sitting around the yard, drinking bottles of water Kenya found in the fridge.
Seika was surprised by the four year olds endurance.
Of course he understood that children that young usually had energy coming out the ying-yang, but this was crazy! She actually out excersized him, he wheezing before the hour was halfway through. Hell, she practically ran circles around them!
Kenya had managed to teach Seika a few good martial arts moves, involving some kicks and a few ways to get out of sticky situations such as being choked or being held to the ground and beaten.
Seika learned with much enthusiasm, picking it up easily and eagerly.
Then he would practice what he learned, and use it on Kenya.
Kenya acted as a good teacher, but then again, considering both his parents owned and managed a Dojo together, it was no mystery.
The group sat gasping on the soft green grass of the outdoors, the sun slowly setting to leave the sky orange and pink, blue just over them as the red sun disappeared over the horizon.
Kenya yawned, laying back on the grass in comfort, ready to fall asleep.
He really didn't feel like doing homework, but it seemed as if that was the only option for him at the moment.
The frightening part to him, was that his parents had still yet to return home.
"I'm hungry. Anyone want a sandwiche or something?" he offered, sitting up slowly.
Seika, also sprawled out and relaxing on the grass answered with a nod from Satou in agreement.
"Sure! I'd love one!"
Kenya stood up and brushed off his jeans.
Grass was a pesky thing once it got in the house, because you never knew if you got to every strand that fell to the floor.
He knew about that: his mother taught him the little hints and tricks when it came to cleaning, and he had had to clean the house over the summer, almost every other day.
He stepped in kitchen and fixed the food, returning with them on plates along with chips and pickles.
As the group ate however, they came to realize that they were not the only ones at the home.
Kenya's back stiffened when he caught a sniff of what had walked in the door.
"She's home." Satou murmured, taking a shy bite of her sandwiche.
Satou was scared of her older sister, and she had good reason to be.
Yoru, their older deadlier sister, had actually hung Satou outside the top bedroom window by the scruff of her shirt when she was two, simply because she wouldn't stop crying.
The experience clung to her, and although she couldn't remember everything that happened, she still had that fear of her elder sister.
"I'm home but it's not like anyone cares! And I have friends over so don't embarrass me!" she shouted to the empty home, apparently not liking the echo it kept. "Hello! Come out of where you're hiding! I'll find you all and you know it!"
Kenya shook his head gently and tried to cover his nose as his sister stepped closer to the door leading outside.
She smelled of corpses and grave dust. Apparently this time they had actually dug up a corpse to play with. Hopefully it wasn't like the last time, when they had actually pulled a fresh corpse from the ground, the dirt over his grave not even dry yet, and were found making out with him in the graveyard.
Kenya was disgusted, but he also felt bad for whatever man's spirit might have been watching them torture is deceased body.
'Uncle Koenma, I hope you got that poor man judged before they did that to him. Or else the poor man will be scarred into reincarnation.'
"Where the hell are bloody damned parents. You better say or I'll rip the hairs from your scalp one by one." Yoru asked Kenya from behind, nearly causing him to jump from his surprise.
He'd been so caught up in thought he didn't even realized she had stepped up behind him.
"On a mission. They'll be home later." Kenya replied coldly.
Yoru nodded her agreement, and smiled wickedly.
"Home later..." She mumbled, rolling the sound on her tongue.
"Hey guys, come on over here. I'd like to introduce you to my slaves!"
"Slaves? Wait, aren't those the corpses? Sorry chick, there ain't any here." Seika joked, fear not even evident in his eyes.
Kenya tried to kick him, to warn him that Yoru wasn't one to be messed with.
Not only did she have a bad attitude, but she also had a short fuse and twelve years of hard training in martial arts, weapon mastery, and the art of torture (she read books on ancient torture methods).
"I'll make you one shaggy if you don't shut your hole." She warned darkly, her brows furrowing daintily over her eyes.
Seika stared back at her just as darkly, and smiled.
"Make me one then. Won't be any different than dying eh? I've already done that once before. Being a corpse in your hands probably won't be much different."
Kenya kicked Seika again, trying to signal him with his eyes to shut his mouth or Yoru really would kill him.
Just as Yoru was getting ready to argue back, the three friends she dragged home stepped in behind her, each of them smelling of the same corpse deterioration.
One was a guy, the other two were girls.
"Brother, sister, fucker," she accented towards Seika, in which he gave her a look that made him look like he was proud of the title. "These are my friends. Death."
She pointed to one girl that reminded Kenya of an anorexic. Her body was thin and bony, her black t-shirt and skirt hanging loosely around her, the dark circles under her eyes giving her the appearance of a corpse herself.
"Viper." She pointed to the man with her, his bald head glimmering in the light that was left of the setting sun. His jacket was the only clothing over his chest, open and hanging with silver clasps that hadn't been buckled, and a pair of heavy black jeans that looked like he had pulled them from a rotted body, their design shredded and covered in dust. A snake tatoo done on his cheek proved the reason he was called Viper.
"And Paine." She remarked, pointing the other woman with her. This one wore a baggy green military jacket, hanging loosely from shoulders shrouded in chains and jewels she had apparently stiched on herself. Her eyes were lightening green, her smile wicked, her hair thin and gravity defying.
"Jinx, why are you introducing us to such small....living....creatures." Paine mumbled, licking her lips as if she were ready to bite someone.
Her gaze was focused on Satou, in which she looked ready to cry because of the attention of such weird people.
"I don't know. Just figured I let them know who's in the house. The two here are still family to me, even if the loser with them isn't."
Seika stood up to this, ignoring the signs Kenya sent him to sit down and remain still.
Seika was about the same height as Yoru, her seventeen and he thirteen.
"What do you want dumbass?" Yoru, apparently nicknamed Jinx, inquired, glaring at him.
He glared back, with just as much anger and death in his eyes as her.
"Just wanted to tell you that kissing corpses won't kill you any faster. You reak. Go bathe or something. Or wait? Would that wipe you're lovers dead skin off your lips."
Yoru stared at him in disbelief, no doubt wondering where he learned it.
To tell the truth, Kenya was wondering that himself.
'How did he know that Yoru made love to corpses?'
Because Yoru was so confused, she did the first thing that came to mind.
She grabbed Kenya by the hair and pulled him up until he was trying to touch the floor with his tiptoes.
Twelve years of harsh training could make anyone strong enough to do that.
"Did you tell him...small fry?" She inquired, scraping his scalp with her sharp nails.
"Yoru! Put him down! That isn't funny! Stop it!" Satou cried, jumping up to hit her sister on the leg.
Her friend, Paine, reached down and lifted the four year old off her feet, holding her like a pet in her arms.
"I want to kill you little girl. You'd make a good pet to me." She whispered in Satou's ear, causing her to fight with the older girl.
"NOOOOoooooo! Put me DOWN!" Satou cried, tears coming from her eyes as she tried to pry herself from the grip Paine had on her.
"Come now. Don't you want to be everliving?"
"NO!" Satou screamed as Paine licked her cheek.
Suddenly, from no where, a blast of red light flashed in Paine's face, forcing her to drop her prize as she clawed at her eyes.
Around the same time, Yoru was forced to drop Kenya as an angry fist met her nose in cold blood.
When she managed to stand up, her nose was bleeding, leaving a long drip of red ooze down her mouth.
"What the....?"
Her eyes landed on Seika, and she froze for a moment, not believing what she saw.
Seika was gasping, his body stiff and cold in appearance, his eyes fixed on her.
The stranger part was that his eyes were flashing between his calm greyish blue to silver, and then back again.
Kenya stared at him in disbelief.
'Silver eyes...was...was Seika a demon?'
"Don't you touch them." They heard him whisper, but the voice wasn't his.
It was deeper, angrier, colder than Seika ever sound.
Yoru smiled, lapping up the blood that drizzled from her broken nose.
"And what are you going to do if I do, eh? Hit me again? You got me the first time, but I guarantee you won't get me the second."
Seika growled and lunged at the other girl, only for her to disappear and her three friends to step in the way, snatching him as he landed.
Each held some part of him, holding him in place.
"What the...?" he murmured to himself, his eyes suddenly replaying to their bluish shape for a moment.
Yoru appeared behind him, a whip they had never seen in her hands.
Apparently, Yoru had gotten her whip. Kenya just wondered from where she had earned it, or if she had stolen it from someone.
"So you little bastard. It seems you've got demonic roots just like me. Well, it's about time you understood you're place." Yoru murmured, pulling her whip free of it's loop in her hand.
It rustled to the ground, slithering on the ground dangerously.
Kenya ran to stop her, but found his legs and arms unable to move.
She had mastered her father's techinique to bind the living body, preventing them from moving. He was just barely learning the tecnique, so he had no idea how to escape it.
And Seika was about to get himself whipped!
Yoru pulled her whip back, ready to slash.
Her friends smiled, each of them waiting for the spray of blood that would follow the echoing lash upon Seika's flesh.
Kenya couldn't move, and he didn't want to look.
He was trapped, no doubt Satou was trapped as well, their parents weren't home, and his sister was in a feisty mood. How could the day get any better?
He quickly closed his eyes and waited for the painful snap and the gurgling cry that would follow.
He heard the whip swish through the air, but not the crack of it as it hit the flesh.
Or did it?
Kenya opened his eyes to glance at Yoru, and nearly giggled with relief.
Yoru's whip was suspended in the air, her look of disbelief evident as she glared at the man holding it away from Seika's back.
"I heard right. You really are a crazy bitch." Yusuke growled, yanking the whip out of Yoru's hand only to throw it to Kuwabara, standing next to the doorway, who, with great pleasure, shredded the weapon with is very own spirit sword.
Yoru glared with disbeleif, her fangs revealed as she contemplated biting him.
Her three friends would have attacked Yusuke themselves, until they came to realize that they were outnumbered.
Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, their mother Suta, and their father Hiei all stood around them, angry glares on their faces.
Hiei looked the angriest, perhaps to the fact that something he taught his daughter to use was almost used for torture on someone that was outnumbered and couldn't defend himself.
A clattering sound in the house revealed that Katai, Haku, and Tsuki were also there, a little late to the show.
"Put him down. Now." Hiei commanded, stepping up to the two girls and boy that held Seika up in the air, still prepared to have him whipped.
"Why should we listen to you old man?" Viper asked, dropping the piece of Seika he held to walk apposingly towards Hiei. "A midget like you has no idea how to handle the big guys." He chuckled and turned back to his friends, expecting them to smile at his antics.
Not a single one did.
"Don't Viper." Yoru commanded softly, her eyes never leaving her father's. "Her could rip you in two with his mind if he wanted. It's best you, and the other's leave. I'll handle my father."
Viper turned around with a disbelieving smirk.
"You're father? That midget? I didn't think you're family could get any weirder but it did didn't it—"
He didn't finish the statement.
Hiei's hand gripped the back of his neck before he even realized he had moved behind him, and slowly, almost painfully, Hiei dragged the younger boy to the ground, blood appearing from the tight grip on his neck.
When he was on his knees and nearly choking, Hiei stepped up to his ear and whispered something to him that frightened him almost past belief.
Kenya figured he, Yoru, and Satou were the only ones to hear it, although he noticed Kurama flinch slightly from the corner of his eye.
"Ningen, the shorter the demon, the deadlier. Remember that. We may be a small race, but because of that, we learn the basics of torture and death. The next time I find you in my house, or any of your other..." Hiei sniffed the air and tightened his face at the smell. "...friends...I'll slice you all into bits and hide you in places you'd never even consider visiting. Not even the spirits of the dead would honor your company."
He let the other boy go and stepped back, wiping his bloody fingers on a napkin his wife handed him.
Viper was off the ground and scaling the fence faster than any of them thougth possible.
Thoroughly spooked, Yoru's other two friends, Paine and Death did the same, only taking the front door instead of leaping the fence.
Hiei popped his neck when he tilted it to the side and stepped up to Yoru, rage filling his eyes.
Then, with a speed only the detectives knew him for, he slapped Yoru across the face, sending the blood of her nose flying to the ground.
"Get yourself inside you pitful excuse of a daughter. If I find you walking with those...people...ever again, I'll make sure to lock you in your room for the rest of your days."
Yoru, her head hung, walked away, sending one last glare at her father before running into the house, shoving Katai out of her way as she made her way to her room.
Katai growled at her in anger, ready to chase her down for her deed, until Yusuke popped a rock at her ear to catch her attention.
Then, her eyes caught on Kenya and Seika, and the crying fit Satou was having from her fear of what her older sister might have done had their parents not stepped in the way.
Kurama stepped over to Satou first, handing her to Suta for comfort, before moving on to Seika, and then Kenya.
Seika, almost as pale as when he was a ghost, stared at the ground blankly, his mind elsewhere.
No doubt he was thinking about how close he had come to pain, or perhaps even his second death.
Seika was also probably wondering how he had somehow been taken over with demonic energy.
Hiei stepped up on wiped Yoru's blood off his hands, disgust evident on his face.
They could see he hadn't wanted to slap his eldest daughter the way he did, but once he had seen what she was trying to do behind his back, he had become for disgusted with her actions than with how he dealed with it. He would no doubt regret it later, like all caring father's that had to punish their children.
"Children, inside." He commanded, throwing the napkin at one of the backyard trees in disgust. "Kenya. Seika. You come here for a moment. I want you to relay to me exactly what happened and when it started. I want all of the details."
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Catse: There you go! What did you think? Hate Yoru? Some of you are probably wondering who Seika really is right now. Poor guy! He doesn't even know right now! I would say who he is, but then that would ruin things (don't you just hate me). Anyways, sorry if this seemed a bit of a wait to update. Weekend was as hectic as ever. I didn't even get to study for my exam because I was so busy! Oh well. Please R&R. Til next time, Ja Ne for now!
