Forgotten

Summary: "It's like… like I don't know who I am anymore. Who I belong to…." ANGSTY Hiei/OC

Author's Notes: Writer's block really, really sucks. Just thought I'd let you know that. Yeah. I really have nothing much to add here. :shrug: Just enjoy the fic, I guess. Oh, and I must not forget my wonderful reviewers:

samuraiduck27: Ha, that's what I was thinking when I wrote that part. I'm glad you like the angel thing. Thanks for being so sweet!

darkXdemon15: Yeah, you're right. It's not as angsty as the summary makes it out to be. Yet. I promise, I'll do my best not to disappoint! Thanks for reviewing; I hope you keep reading the fic.

randomchick: I'm glad you like the fic! Hopefully the rest of it will be just as good.

Suntiger: Thanks for the great review! Oh, and I always check out the bios for my reviewers. I like to see who reads my stuff. .

demonchild22: Yeah, sorry if the whole "Old Mac Donald" thing was confusing. It was supposed to be Kurama's cell phone ring. I'd thought it was a bit unclear, but I didn't do anything about it. My fault.

And so it goes.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Or anything else, for that matter.

Part Five: Silent Night


Akiko was still asleep and clutching the fabric of Hiei's cloak that had been serving as her blanket when Kurama found the pair. The kitsune eyed the sleeping girl curiously, but one warning glare from Hiei was enough to tell him that however she'd ended up with Hiei's cloak was none of his business.

"What do you want?" Hiei demanded stonily.

Kurama glanced at the sleeping girl. "She needs to hear this too. I think we should wake her."

"Let her sleep," Hiei said. "I'll tell her what she needs to know."

Kurama frowned slightly. "Alright," he relented. "But it's a complicated story."

"Hn. What else is new?"


This job was getting more difficult than he had thought it could be. It seemed almost as though this girl was never alone; he should've just taken her two weeks ago when he had the chance.

"Damn her," he whispered. "She always did like to travel in groups."

He listened carefully to the conversation between the two yokai that were with the girl. As soon as the red head said the name Koenma, he smirked, his worries erased. So the rekai prince knew who the girl really was? That would certainly make things easier. Now all that need be done was to convince the deity to send her back where she belonged.


"She's the reincarnated form of this angel, Hiei," Kurama stated. "Koenma wants her brought to him so that he can give her her options, and, unless I'm mistaken, he intends to persuade her to return to the land that she came from.

"And when she dies, what then?" Hiei questioned. "If she's caught in this reincarnation cycle until she can prove that humans are good by nature, she'll keep being reborn until the end of time. There are no humans in Tierra de Ángeles."

"Honestly, I don't know what will happen," Kurama sighed. "But I think Koenma does. You should bring her to him." The kitsune began to walk off.

"Kurama," Hiei halted him. "Your parents are out of town, right?" Caught unawares by the question, Kurama nodded. "Good," the fire yokai said. "We're staying at you place tonight, then."

"Why?"

The fire yokai gave Kurama an icy glare. "Because we are. We'll be by at midnight. Leave a window unlocked."

Still a bit taken aback by all this, Kurama nodded and left, heading in the direction of his home.

Hiei turned his attention back to the girl. "An angel, huh?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her sleeping face. "Well, I guess that means that I'll have to keep my promise to you, won't I?"


"I really don't see why you thought your coming here necessary," Koenma stated frigidly, his chin resting on his hand. "I was going to request that she return to Tierra de Ángeles anyway."

"Even so," a deep, musical voice replied, "I thought it best that I negotiate Paciencia's return personally. She's my sister, after all, and our father sent me to find her."

Koenma nodded. "Yes, I thought as much. Your father must be keeping tabs on her reincarnations as well, then?"

The other man nodded. "It would save you a great deal of trouble to send my sister back home where she belongs."

"I'm aware of that," Koenma snapped. "As I said, your visit here was unnecessary. I have every intention of sending your sister back. Truth be told, her presence here will only cause problems. When her subconscious takes over…." The deity's voice trailed off momentarily. "Believe me, Fuerza, your sister will be returning. You have my assurances of that."


Bang. Bang. SMASH.

"God, Hiei, did you have to break the window?"

"Damn it, I told him to keep one unlocked."

"Yeah, uh-huh. Most people just knock, ya know."

"There's no point in waking him up."

"Oh, but kicking me in the ribs to wake me up and then dragging me God knows where in the middle of the night is fine, is it?"

Kurama awoke to the sound of Hiei and his charge bickering; it took him a minute to register what exactly was going on.

The kitsune reluctantly pulled himself out of bed, walked to the hallway, and began fumbling around for the light switch. As the lights flickered on, he climbed down the stairs into the living room. When he reached the bottom, Hiei was sitting alone on the couch.

"Um… where's Akiko?" Kurama questioned.

"Cleaning up the glass," the fire yokai replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Shouldn't you be helping her?"

"Why? She's got hands; she can do it herself."

"But you broke the window."

"And?"

"All the glass is up," Akiko announced as she gave Hiei a slight glare and plopped down on the couch next to him. She noticed Kurama sitting in his P.J.s on the armchair across the room and cocked her head to one side. "This is your house then, right?" The kitsune nodded. "Is it alright if I use your shower?"

"Sure. It's down that hallway, second door on the left," Kurama replied.

The girl thanked him and left; both boys watched her go.

"You haven't told her what she is yet, have you?" Kurama asked once the girl was out of sight. "Hiei, she's got to know."

"She will know," Hiei retorted. "When she needs to."

"Why haven't you told her?"

For a moment, there was a lingering silence, then, the fire yokai gave a soft "Hn," and disappeared.


Droplets of water dripped from the damp ends of Akiko's shoulder length tresses as she toweled it dry. Stretching and bearing the midriff that her pajama shirt would have otherwise covered, and left the bathroom and sauntered back into the living room. She collapsed gracelessly onto the couch, her exhaustion finally catching up with her.

By now the house was dark: Kurama had gone back to be and Hiei was nowhere in sight. Briefly wondering where her guardian could've gone to, Akiko curled up into a sleeping position.

"Hey, wake up," Hiei's voice said, shoving her off the couch. She landed on the floor with a ceremonious thud.

"Damn it, Hiei, that's twice tonight!" she complained, pulling herself into a sitting position on the wood floor. "You'd better have a good reason for this!"

"Is humanity basically good or basically evil?" he demanded.

Akiko blinked. "What?"

"Are humans good or evil? What do you think?"

The girl thought for a moment. "I think that some humans are bad or have bad qualities, but mostly I think they're good.

The fire yokai stared at her, assessing her answer. "After all that's happened to you," he began, "all that's been done to you by human hands, you still think them redeemable?"

"Well, yeah. You can't just condemn a whole race for the mistakes of a few."

Hiei watched her calculatingly.

"Is something wrong?" the girl questioned gently. "I get this feeling that there's something really important going on, and I'm the only one that doesn't know about it and-"

The fire yokai held a hand to her mouth to silence her. "I was born on a floating island," he stated. "In the demon realm. A child of a forbidden relation between a fire yokai and a koorime."

At first, Akiko really had no idea what he was talking about.

Tell me what happened to you—how you ended up where you are …

Wait… could that be….

"And… I'll tell you how I ended up here."

Finally reminded of what the yokai had said, Akiko moved his hand from her mouth and sat quietly next to him, listening to his voice telling her his story.



Author's notes: Hmm… that was almost borderline fluffy. Weird. Okay. So I hope this chapter was good. I changed my mind about fifty times in the course of writing it. :sigh: Alright, I'm looking at the outline here, and I've got to say, the really angsty chapters are coming up fast. Just some forewarning to you. Wow. This fic is going so much faster than any of my others have. I wish my original works were progressing this well. :wince: Yeah. Erm… I have nothing left to say, really. Please, please, please review!