Visions of the Past
Asiático Solo & Raquel Chavez

CHAPTER THREE
total symphony

Ruby eye eyes flared with confusion as this, girl, sat in front of him speaking an alien language. As he figured, it was probably the same with her as he spoke a language that resembled animal-like hisses and snarls.

The girl, Honey, spoke once again in his strange language that made his head swim trying to decipher it.

"Can you slow down?" He asked, or the better word would be snarled.

The girl's hand begun to de tangle her hair, most enduring thing about this girl was that her eyes screamed, 'I don't understand!' "Pozhar ..." and she started in her language.

If I could understand this girl.

Do you wish to understand this silly human?

If it could help me kill this headache of trying to understand...

Ah, the human language is so, complex comparing it to our own, but you must remember that you are not human.

Not human. Right.

"Pozhar?" Honey asked, her voice filled with concern. The rest of the sentence, the demon couldn't break. It was like it was all in code and only she knew it. What the demon could figure out was that she was more than asking if something was wrong... if that's the case.

"I'm fine."

"Eh, you sure?"

The demon blinked. He understood her?

Communication amongst lowly human is what you wanted, no? I gave you the privilege. Abuse it, I will rip it from you. Literally.

If I could, I will. If you try, I will kill you.

There's our Pozhar. Our little Pozhar is growing up.

What in the seven layers of Hell does Pozhar mean?

It means what you are.

"Pozhar, are you well?" Honey asked the fire demon in front of her. "I could make Tao zho tea, if you wish."

"That'll be fine." The demon answered in a grunt.

Honey turned around, her curls following her like a forest swaying in the tropical winds from Africa. Her eyes bore into him like pins about to enter the skin of a patient. "I've been meaning to ask you ..."

"What?"

She smiled, it wasn't a very comforting one. "Who did you talk to. Is it a minion of yours?"

"What?" The fire-demon looked like a puzzle wasn't adding up.

"You're Pozhar? Well, demons always have minions around, and I found you near my animals. Tell me demon, what is you purpose on my property?"

"What in the seven hells are you talking about?"

The girl smirked, and one that really shouldn't belong on her face. "Demon, Makainese is a must to learn in schools around here. You honesty think I'm not smart enough to know you're battling inside yourself? You think I never understood a word you were speaking. Sure, your dialect is complicated... and rather strange think bout it." Her pale blue eyes looked like fire was going to spontaneously jump out of them. "Demon, tell me your purpose."

"I don't know." He shivered under her glare. "I don't remember anything!"

"Yeah, and your name is also not Pozhar."

Great, another fucking headache. "I don't know."

The girl's smile was sickening. This girl, no, this THING was creeping him out. She looked beautiful, if it wasn't for that damned smile. A smile like that, should be banned by the gods above.

"You played me stupid?" The demon inquired, taking in what the girl was holding in her left hand... a sword. My sword.

"Playing stupid, yup. On hundred fucking percent. Lovely act, no? Thank my mother for that."

Hiei noticed one thing out of place was actual absents of any adults around. This girl, who looked no more than fourteen, was living alone. Her voice startled him out of his thoughts.

"My mum and da' died on the very table you're laying on. Killed 'em myself, I did."

This girl was more of a demon than he was.

"Quite a exhilarating experience. I sure miss the thrill."

Hiei grabbed the sword out of her hand and ran. Where, he wasn't sure but he had to get the hell of there.

Ah, don't you agree humans are insane?

All he could do was agree with the mysterious voice in his head.

Yes, another chapter one and this time with help with my good friend, Raquel... who has also became the owner of this account now.

Now, treat her nice. I'd be piss if I find you ACCUSING her for stealing this account. (really, it's the same IP, why not just GIVE it to her?)

Now, my hand is feeling tons better, 'cept it's still stiff.

My story, I will continue writing it.

Asiático Solo.