Forgotten
Summary: "It's like… like I don't know who I am anymore. Who I belong to…." Hiei/OC
Author's Notes: Hmm… I don't understand why my ending author's notes keep posting twice…. Freaky. Hmm…I finally discovered LAUNCHcast radio, and now I'm addicted. :sigh: I really don't have all that much to say. So I think I'll just thank my reviewers now!
samuraiduck27: I'm glad you thought the fluff was good! That was really the hardest part to write—I'm usually so awful at it! Thanks for the encouragement!
LonelyInDarkness: Thank you! I was going for that effect. I hope you like the rest of the fic.
Moojuice Nne: Yes, yes, you were right; it worked. As to the Cinqo vs Cinco thing… who knows? The spell check feature doesn't recognize either of them. But then, we all know how… intelligent spell check is.
And that's it.
Oh, and the thing with italics from the last chapter still applies, ok? Good.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. How much clearer can I make it?
Part Eight: Fall of Night
Hiei heaved a sigh and leaned against the wall of what Fuerza had called the "Sitio de la sangre." Whatever that meant. This place really didn't make a whole lot of sense to the yokai. But he really didn't have much choice but to go along with what the angel told him. After all, he had made a deal with Koenma.
..O.O..
Koenma narrowed his eyes at the fire yokai in his office. "I'm still not entirely sure about all of this," he said skeptically. "You're volunteering to watch over Akiko? Pardon my saying so, but that's really not like you, Hiei. I want some assurance."
"Suit yourself," Hiei sneered. "But it's unnecessary. I've been watching her this long, haven't I?"
"That's not what concerns me. You know the history surrounding this situation, correct?"
Hiei nodded, frowning.
"And she has no doubt told you of the memories she has been reliving. I believe that Paciencia is awakening within her, and that she doesn't want to return to the angels. I just want to be sure that you will take her to Tierra des Ángeles no matter what."
"And how do you plan to get that assurance. It's clear that you don't trust me."
"If I were to make a deal with you… perhaps then my mind could be at ease."
"Go on; I'm listening."
"I understand that there have been some problems for you in Makai as of late. You are being held responsible for the death of Mukuro. If Rekai was to step in—not to clear the path for you completely, but to do enough that you could return and reclaim your position easily enough…. What do you say?"
"If I just take her to Tierra des Ángeles…"
"Everything will be as it was before."
The yokai thought for a moment. "Alright. She'll get to Tierra des Ángeles. You have my word. If that means anything to you."
"In this case, it does."
..O.O..
He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the ground. This place made him uncomfortable. That was probably the intention. After all, the whole reason the angels came here was to escape the influences of creatures like him.
A shriek of pain coming from behind the door that Hiei had been waiting outside. Knowing that the cry could only have come from Akiko, Hiei knocked the door open, pulling his katana out of its sheath.
Akiko was sitting on the floor, blood pouring from a long slit that had been drawn into her arm. A second glance found Fuerza holding a blood-tipped dagger at the girl's wrist, preparing to slice it open.
He really wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow, Hiei had skewered the dagger wielding angel on the tip of his katana. When Hiei pulled the sword out of Fuerza, the angel fell with a sickening thump to the ground.
Stepping over the dying man in the floor, Hiei kneeled beside Akiko, examining her arm to see what kind of attention her wound might need. Akiko was staring at the body a few feet away from her, her face pale. Without a word, she pulled away from the yokai and ambled over to her dying brother.
"Fuerza," she whispered, "can you still hear me?"
The slightest gurgling came from the body.
"I'm going to help you, Fuerza."
Koenma's eyes snapped open. He had fallen asleep at his desk—not uncommon when one works as much as the Rekai prince does. But the dream that woke him… that was a bit uncommon. He saw things that he had never experienced, though the dream had the mien of a memory. But if not his memories, then whose were they.
The answer to his question came out of his mouth before he had a chance to ask it.
"Paciencia…."
Kurama answered the phone on the second ring, wondering who would be calling him so late.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kurama. It's Kuwabara."
"Kuwabara. You do realize that it's three in the morning, right?"
"Yeah. Listen, I just talked to Yusuke. We've got a job. He said Koenma's got to transport us somewhere immediately."
Kurama narrowed his eyes. "I'll be right there."
The ruckus outside of the room caught Hiei's attention. It sounded almost like a fight.
"It's Kurama and the others," Akiko said softly. "The angels will have called mercenaries to keep them away. They'll need your help." The girl looked at him, her eyes holding the wisdom of an old woman. "Go to them."
A bit confused, Hiei left the girl in the room with her brother so that he could hopefully save his former companions' asses.
Akiko watched him go, a melancholy expression on her face, before turning to her brother's lifeless form. Resting a hand on his smooth forehead, the girl began to emit a soft white glow from her hand. The blood pooling around Fuerza began to return to the body from which it was spilt and the stab wound slowly began to close.
Fuerza felt warmth returning to his body slowly but steadily, starting with his head and coursing through to the rest of his body. When he had the strength, he opened his eyes to see what was happening to him.
"Paciencia?" he questioned weakly. "What… why?"
The girl did not answer him; she continued to heal her brother's wound in silence.
When the wound was completely healed, Fuerza sat up, staring at his sister; he didn't understand what had happened.
"Why?" he questioned again, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She smiled sadly at him, taking his hand from her shoulder and holding it in her hand. "Because I believe in second chances. You know that." She kissed her brother on the cheek.
Shock and confusion lingered on his face. After all he had done…
"Listen to me, Fuerza," the girl commanded. "You have to leave this place."
Fuerza opened his mouth to protest, but his sister's hand silenced him.
"You must understand," she pleaded. "Terrible things are about to take place. You must leave Tierra des Ángeles. Before it destroys you. Please."
After a moment of silence, Fuerza nodded. "Be careful, Sister," he said, hugging his sister for the first time in his eternal existence.
And the brother left, hoping that his sister knew what she was getting herself into.
Author's Notes: Yeah. So the plot is thickening, I guess. At this rate, I might be able to get one or two more chapters up this week. Gotta love having a week with no classes. So this is 8/11 or like 73 of the way to the end! Scary. I might make my deadline after all. Yay! Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it! Read and review, please.
