It's the 12th chapter…I never knew I had it in me. I waited and I waited and I waited, but still no one reviewed. And as you all know from a previous chapter, I'm an impatient person.
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YYH and Maruhi's prov.
Hiei looked at the large clock that was outside one of the shops. The last class was almost over. He decided to go and see if Hiko was torturing his friends.
When he wentt to walk into the classroom, he found it more difficult than he had expected. What had to be a hundred kids were trying to go the opposite direction, and the doorway was only so big. "Stupid Ningens." He thought.
Kurama was standing in front of Hiko with Yusuke and that idiot behind him. Hiko was typing something at her desk. He walked over, but Hiko still did not look up.
"Why are you guys still here? We need to go." He said shortly.
"Hold on a minute, I have to ask Ms. Jaganashi something." Kurama said, patiently standing at the desk.
It took a moment for it to register in Hiei's mind who he was referring to. "Ms. Jaganashi? Come Hiko, you can be more creative than that surely." He teased.
Hiko looked up at him annoyed. "Shove it, would ya? I got work to do. I've been busy and have accidentally gotten behind."
Hiko finally took notice of the others standing in front of her desk. She rose from her seat and stretched, showing tone stomach to which Yusuke eagerly looked. Hiei resisted the urge to kill him.
"I was wondering why your other friend, Auzrieal, isn't a teacher." Kurama asked gently, almost timid.
Hiko gave an amused grin. "Because the class she would've taught already had a teacher."
"What class did she want to teach?" Kuwabara asked.
"War and Weaponry." Hiko smirked.
Hiei leaned closer to her face. "Why not just use mind confusion like you did before? What's the matter, loosing your touch?"
Hiko cocked an eyebrow up and looked at him with dark pleasure. "Nonsense, I just as ruthless as before," she said, holding a sharp dagger to his abdomen. "We all decided that Auzrieal should stay and run the Demonic Underground for me while I was teaching these bakas."
Hiei refrained from gulping as the cutting edge of the dagger cut closer into his skin. He backed off slowly, trying to keep a nonchalant expression.
"You boys will find me not quite as receiving as I was yesterday. I suggest you keep your distance." She spoke in a dangerously low voice as she swished by them, head held high as a queen.
As she slipped by Yusuke, she dropped a small slip of paper into his coat pocked. But being a thief for centuries had its perks. He didn't even notice.
Maruhi's prov.
Maruhi returned home and immediately got on the internet. The first thing she did was what she always did when she got home. She checked to see if Bluepyro had written anymore on her story, but as usual, she hadn't. She dawdled on this site and that until Kai got home.
"Where ya been?" Maruhi asked. "The past. No matter how many times I try, I can't win that stupid war. I'd have twice as much land as I do know if I hadn't lost."
Maruhi chuckled on the inside. Kai's war had been long ago, pretty close to Auzrieal's time actually. It was nearing an obsession.
Kai stopped her ranting when Maruhi began to cough. "Maruhi, something's wrong. I know it. You can't hide it from me; I'm your best friend."
Maruhi glanced in her direction and said between hacks, "Poppycock! I'm Divine and don't get sick remember. Besides, it's just a lil' cough, be gone in no time."
"Little cough, eh? That's what you said a month ago!" Kai exclaimed, but her expression was one of worry.
Maruhi made herself a glass of water and took a big drink. She waved away Kai and went upstairs to her bedroom. She let her illusion fall and looked in the mirror.
Maruhi tilted her head this way and that, made several different expressions, and even tried looking at herself from different angles. However, she came to the same conclusion she always did.
"Not much to look at." Maruhi had never thought herself pretty, though she always wore a mask of confidence. She couldn't let anyone else think she needed anybody. Because she didn't.
Her eyes fell on a picture taped on the top corner of her mirror. She remembered when it was taken. It was Christmas time and Kai had dragged her and Leeoyasha dragged Hiei into the photo. Kai had her arms wrapped around Maruhi's neck, just like Leeoyasha held Hiei. Hiei was standing next to Maruhi, his smirk frozen in time as he looked at her. She was rolling her eyes, but a faint smile could be seen. She missed those times. She missed h…
Maruhi shook her mind along with her thoughts. "I don't need anybody; especially no low down, good for nothing thief with a dreadful fashion since and an ego that makes elephants look small.
A wave of unexpected nausea came over Maruhi and she clutched her stomach. She let herself fall forward until she felt her forehead connect with the cool glass of her mirror.
"Maybe Kai's right. Maybe there is something wrong with me."
YYH's Prov.
Yusuke didn't find the note in his pocket until he was home. He has slipped off his coat when it fell off. He looked at it, but didn't understand what it said.
"Must be some other language. Maybe Kurama will know." He mumbled to himself.
"Mom, I'm going to Kurama's! Be back later!" He shouted upstairs to his mom, despite the fact she probably wasn't even there. He took of running down the street towards Kurama's house. When he got there, Kuwabara was there on the phone.
"Who's he talking to?" Yusuke asked Kurama quietly. "Yukina." He whispered back.
"What are you doing here, Yusuke?" Kurama asked him as he led him into another room. Yusuke handed him the note. Kurama studied it carefully, and then knitted his eyebrows together, as if thinking very hard.
"I don't think I've ever heard of it. We should go find Hiei. I bet he could translate it." Yusuke gave Kurama a bewildered look. "Why would Hiei know it?"
"Because Hiei speaks many different languages. It's a gift he picked up from all his years as a thief." Yusuke nodded because what Kurama said made sense.
When Kuwabara finally ended his conversation with Yukina, the group left for Spirit World. It was somewhere around 5.
They entered Koenma's office to not find Koenma, but Hiei and Botan fighting heatedly. The second they entered, the two quickly shut up. Hiei's expression was one of annoyance.
"Well, I'll be off to do my job. Goodbye boys, see ya'll later." Botan said with false cheer. She swiftly rode away on her oar.
Kurama lifted an eyebrow. "What was that all about?" he inquired.
"None of your business fox." Hiei replied crossly. "Is there a reason you're here, or did you just feel like coming to annoy me?"
Kurama handed him the sheet of paper. Hiei read it, then read it again, then looked up.
"Which one of you had this?" He asked. Yusuke raised his hand. "Where'd you get it?"
Yusuke shrugged. "I don't know. I found it in my coat pocket when I got home. What does it say?" Yusuke seemed a little worried. So did Hiei.
"This is Hiko's handwriting, so I'm assuming she dropped this for you." He peered back down at the slip. "Zetsumei Motte Gesshoku."
"What does it mean Hiei?" Kurama asked softly. Hiei looked up at them. "It's ancient language. It means 'Death by Moonlight'." He said, almost inaudible. This of course, sent Kuwabara into dramatics.
"WHAT! HIKO IS GONNA KILL URAMESHI NEXT FULL MOON! OH CRAP!" He began to panic and pace around the group. Hiei stopped him with an annoyed glare.
"No, you incompetent fool. Death by Moonlight is a club in Makai, one that Hiko owns. I'm guessing she's telling us she'll be there tonight."
Kuwabara looked at him. "Isn't that kind of stupid on her part? Doesn't she realize we're trying to arrest her and that she'll probably be killed when Koenma catches her?"
Hiei averted his gaze back down to the little sheet of paper. "Not stupidity, but a challenge." He looked back up at the group. "I hope you all don't have plans for tonight, because we're going clubbing."
And the plot thickens. What will happen when they reach the club? Will Maruhi kill them? Will they kill Maruhi? And what is making Maruhi so sick? All questions to be answered in chapters to follow. By the way, what I call the ancient language most often can be translated into Japanese or some other language than English. Zetsumei Motte Gesshoku really does mean Death by Moonlight in Japanese. Later.
