Hey, ya'll! Well, thanks for your reviews… Here's chapter three! Woo-hoo!
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Not once did I even set a glance back toward the stunned boys in the alley as I flew away in the mass of what could have been a black cloud. Trepidation had overtook me; keeping my thoughts from wanting to take any more chances. Unfortunately, my still unsatisfied stomach protested, growling for more blood to gratify itself. Like a weakling, I gave into my stomachs' needs, and I as a swarm flew higher above the city.
I explored downtown Kyoto from a bird's eye view; in that form I wasn't sightless like the average bat considering I was a vampire and oddly, that ruled out the blindness. I flew over a hundred feet above one of the tallest buildings and melded together, my humanoid self plummeted to Mother Gaia below. I landed gracefully on the roof of the building as if I only hopped down a couple steps of a staircase and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, revealing over a half-dozen silver hoops, from bottom of the lobe to the top of the cartilage.
I knelt at the edge of the building, gazing down at the small cars and tiny mortals beneath me. Beneath me… That's what they were. I was higher than all of those pathetic weaklings beneath me. I mean, I was a vampire. An immortal as far as they were concerned. I could live for an eternity if I wished and they could live for no more than what seemed a second to me. Beneath me… and forever they will stay.
They were like ants. Scurrying around, minding their own business's, getting to their own work or families. It was relaxing to me. Like counting goats or cattle or whatever it was.
There I knelt on the edge for several minutes before my stomach became impatient. I wasn't too much startled. That disgusting Makai demon was the only thing I've had to eat for several evenings. I inspected the mortals from above; contemplating over what type my next victim should be. However, it was far too difficult to depict which mortal was alone and which was a part of a group from the height I was, let alone defer the young from the old.
A shorter building by four stories stood across the street from the one I was atop of, roughly fifty feet across. Easy. I took about ten paces back before I broke out into a sprint. At the ledge I leaped, across the dead space to the next building with ease. I glanced over the edge; still not able to portray the age although the groups were simple enough. I bounded over to the next shorter building and spotted my chances: perfect. At that range it was simple enough to even read the lettering on ones shirt and yet to them, I did not exist even if they stared directly at me.
I scanned around for my chances. A man. Young, possibly around his mid-twenties. Bulk and light skinned, with light shaggy hair. By the way this man stalked and peered; as if he himself were on the prowl, easily came off as a male overcome with lust. A sinner, too… Sinners really did always carry a flavor that an innocent could not. Easy prey…
I hopped from the roof of the edifice and landed on the cool black cement of the alley, out of sight of passerby's. I casually strolled out of the alley and "accidentally" bushed by the mortal, full intentions on catching his attention. It did… I could sense him following me a block later. I heedlessly turned a corner, heading to a nearby elementary school building; knowing full well no one would be there at this point of evening. He followed, of course, as I climbed over the playground fence.
I reached the slides before I turned around to stare his in the eye. "Why are you following me?" I inquired innocently.
The mortal grinned and gripped my wrists, "I think you know why," he shoved me against the slides ladder, hands held above my head as he kissed me roughly along the collarbone.
I pretended to put up a fight, truly waiting the opportune moment. Wait. Wait. Wait. There! His throat was exposed for only a second and I quickly took advantage of the moment. My canine fangs bore deep into his neckline, drinking in the red liquid. There was no protest in his part at first; I could only assume that he thought I was coming onto him. My fangs began to chisel against the bone… that was when the mortal panicked.
I could guess the pain was severe; my incisors disrupting his central nervous system, making him twitch slightly. His voice became too raspy to call for help… pointless anyways. Like I previously told, no one would be at an elementary school that time of night. I drank from him to the point of death and let his body crumble to the pebbled ground, desperately trying to breathe his last breath. I stared down at the helpless mortal, a maniacal smirk spread across my lips, his very blood smeared around my mouth. That horrific sight was the last thing he saw before his soul was wretched off to Hell.
Full now, I licked my lips as I scrounged through his brown leather jacket for anything worth confiscating. A black butane lighter and a half-finished pack of cigarettes in his right pocket, and a snakeskin wallet with identification, credit cards, and 52,000 yen in a hidden compartment inside the coat. This will pay for the months' rent. I took all of it, including the jacket; and left corpse by the slide for the elementary students to play with a few hours from then.
I hopped over the school fence, passed the Katsurazaka Elementary School sign and back on the streets. Just the smallest tint of blue in the skies to the east told me I only had roughly an hour before sunrise, and I quickened my pace on foot, bored with flying, despite the distance I had yet to travel. I scurried down the many streets for nearly an hour before I found the apartment.
'Green Peace' was the name of this apartment building, and the 46,000-yen monthly payment was outrageous if you looked the place over. Chipping beige plaster and rusted brown-shingled roof. The amazing 3 foot square patch of grass looked more like sand from a distance, and two bushes half bare were planted on either side of the old wooden door.
I made it to our room, and took notice that the furniture already made the delivery; leather furnishings neatly set up around the domicile finished the look of a bit more "home"… not completely, but it helped.
"You here?" I asked the dead air, resting the brown coat on the arm of the couch.
The bathroom door opened, and Mum stepped out in a deep red bathrobe, followed by a billow of steam. "Life, how was daylight?" Her tone was much more pleasant… well, she was never much of a "day person" either.
"Bright," I replied, "I hate it."
"Ah, well…"
"I take it you let the furniture movers in?"
"Yes," she answered, "They were delicious… You ate?"
I nodded, "A Makai demon and a mortal," I took the lighter and cigarettes out of the pocket of the coat and tossed them to her, "How much you think we can get out of the jacket?"
"6,000 yen?" she shrugged, lit a cigarette and took a puff, "What else was in there?"
"A wallet," I flashed the snakeskin case and scrounged inside it, "…three credit cards, license, a photo of a mortal child, and 52 grand."
"Yen?"
"No, galleons," I replied sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes, catching the sarcasm, "You didn't take the boys?" she changed the subject.
I shook my head, "Two's fine… Four's too much."
Mum tossed the lighter and cigarettes on the kitchen counter, "Sunrise should be a few minutes. I'm going to bed," she walked to her bedroom door, "Don't be up too late." She disappeared to her room with a click of the door.
I pulled off my trench and dropped it on of the coat before plopping onto the couch, using the coats as pillows. I snatched the remote of the new tele' and channel surfed. There was only one channel that was worthy for me to watch out of a whopping fourteen channels. TV Land; the only English-speaking channel on, not wanting to hear Japanese rambling at the time. I caught the ending of Bewitched before Gunsmoke began. I decided to stick around to watch it considering I never seen nor heard of it before.
After about a half hour of Gunsmoke, I had long since given up attempting to understand what was going on, and my eyes had begun to droop. Pounding on the door interrupted my near unconscious state, and I bolted upright. I rose from the couch and reached for the door. My hand never even touched the doorknob.
The door burst open, forcing me to ebb back several feet to prevent me from being its target. Yusuke stormed in a seized at my throat; Kuwabara, Shuichi, and Hiei followed behind him.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO HER?!" Yusuke screamed, fury on his face and in his voice; his grip tightened around my throat, stunting my ability to breathe, "WHY?!"
"Who and what are you talking about?" I managed to gasp.
"DON'T PLAY STUPID, YOU DAMN PARASITE! WHY?!"
"Why what?" I wheezed.
Yusuke released my throat, replaced with him and Kuwabara wrenching my arms and dragging me out of the apartment. We passed two doors in the hall before walking through one that already stood ajar.
"HER!" Yusuke jabbed a finger at mortal on the beaten down couch. The woman looked as old as Mum did, with chocolate brown hair just passed her shoulders, and donned in light blue jeans, honey colored sweatshirt, and white tennis shoes. Two jagged bloody holes were on her neckline. She wasn't moving.
"I didn't do it," I spoke unruffled.
"LIAR!"
"…I had nothing to do with it…" It had to be Mum.
"Then who did?" he stopped screaming, though his tone was venomous enough to burn away bone.
I remained silent. I may not have done it, but there was no way I would ever sell out my own mother.
Yusuke shoved me into a chair, and I found myself strained to it by chains. Wooden chains.
"Redwood," Shuichi said, remarkably calm, "Wood is a vampires weakness, is it not?"
Don't take what Shuichi said wrong, but it wasn't exactly accurate. Wood to vampires wasn't like kryptonite to Superman. We could touch wood, hell we could be stabbed by wood and live as long as it wasn't through the heart. But being injured by wood brought pain much more severe than it would to a mortal. It could even leave scars, whereas being stabbed by a knife, like I was earlier, merely stings and heals right there.
"You can't hurt me with this…" my voice remained composed.
"Maybe not," Yusuke snarled, "But this might."
Yusuke opened a drawer in the kitchen and took out a small white box. He opened the box and offered the contents to Hiei, which he impassively took: toothpicks. Hiei clutched onto a toothpick and slammed it down onto my knuckles. I winced; immense pain surged from my hand and up my arm, passing through my entire body. When he moved his hand away, the toothpick stayed, separating the bones in my hand, which made up a knuckle. Hiei stabbed another in the next knuckle, and another, and another, and another, until all my knuckles and finger joints in my right hand had toothpicks wedged in between them.
"STOP!" followed by a loud roar.
Yusuke's arms gripped my shoulders, "Then tell me why you killed my mother! Was is funny?! Or was she just some snack?! Or—"
"Did you even examine the body?!" I interrupted, having lost my tolerance. There was a short moment of silence.
"Of course I did!" Yusuke retorted.
"Then you would have noticed she's not dead, merely unconscious. Not even half her blood is spilt. I smell live blood… I hear a mortal heart beating," I winced again from three toothpicks pierced my wrist joint, "She will be dead if she isn't cared for immediatel—AH!" Hiei had begun to stab toothpicks around my neck… that bitch…it already felt as if my hand were to fall to pieces, then with toothpicks being pierced around my throat like a choker, I almost wanted to die.
Shuichi raced toward the unconscious mortal and felt her for a pulse, "She's right, Yusuke," he said, "Atsuko's alive, but only just."
"Take her to the hospital," Shuichi nodded and picked up the mortal bridal style and started for the door, "And Kurama?"
Shuichi turned, "Yes?"
Yusuke sighed, "If they ask, tell them that we don't know what happened. We found her that way."
"Of course," Shuichi left.
Yusuke turned his attention back to me, "Now again, why did you do that to her?" he was much more calm, and I could only guess it was because the mortal was alive.
"I told you," I snarled, "I didn't do it." Another toothpick was stabbed in the back of my neck; I let out a true growl.
"Then who did?!" Yusuke's anger got the better of him again, he reached into the box and pulled out a small handful of toothpicks and shoved them into my jaw line together.
"AH—MAYBE MUM DID!" I gasped… I sold out my Mum… It happened so suddenly… no…
Kuwabara finally decided to speak, "Hey, that makes sense… why didn't we notice that before?" The looks on their faces were all the same: realization. They actually didn't consider that.
"My Goddess," I spoke, bewildered, "You boys all are, without a doubt, the most thick-skulled mortals I've ever met." Hiei sent a punch to my stomach, and caused me to double over, as much as I could, being chained to a chair. "Now let me go!" I choked.
No one made a move to free me, "Fine," I articulated, and begun to concentrate, "Effrego."
Spurts of glittering light blue liquid-like something shot up from each link of the chains, and faded away to leave the links break and drop to the floor. The mortals stood back, startled. I arose and hastily pulled out all the toothpicks, leaving dozens of small red sores.
"They may heal, in time," I spoke with a smirk on my face, taunting the flabbergasted mortals.
"H-h-how did you d-do that?!" Kuwabara exclaimed.
I sneered menacingly, and extended my left arm, palm faced, Kuwabara's direction, "Vis vires," a clear force shot out of my palm from the depths of my ki, and shoved Kuwabara across the room, creating a dent in the wall.
I ran back to my apartment and slammed the door behind me. There was no lock… I had to make my own, "Calx phasmatis," orange colored energy escaped my hand and the ceiling began to quake. Parts of the ceiling by the door seemed to meld down and eventually harden again into stone spires blocking the door from moving. Hopefully, it would hold.
I darted into Mum's room and slammed the door. "Mum! Did you feed off a mortal woman last night?" Mum was sleeping, keyword: was.
"YES!" she roared angrily, "What is your point?!"
"That boy is her son. He knows. He's coming after us both."
"…What?" her voice was in disbelief.
"Yes. And I doubt that spell I cast will hold long. They're stronger than average mortals. I smell the power." Outside the room, loud pounding could be heard, "See?"
BAM! The spell apparently was broken through. I opened the door a crack to see rubble of the ceiling and the door on the floor, and the boys stood there. "Caw! Caw!" Lynn, who had been seated on her perch, took flight and flew at the boys, pecking and clawing at their faces.
"Damn bird!" Hiei unsheathed his katana and slashed at the raven, but Lynn was too smart and dodged, and flew through the doorway out of sight.
Hiei put his katana in noto. "Hn."
Yusuke flipped the light switch and Kuwabara opened the blinds of the living room and kitchen.
I shut the door as carefully as possible, but there was no point. We were trapped. Well, Mum was more trapped than I was for the sun had already risen. Fighting was futile. They knew what we were and they knew our weaknesses so we would have been easily defeated. Nothing to do but wait… We didn't have to wait long…
BAM! The door was kicked open, smacking me across the face and sending me across the room and bumping Mum to the floor. Hiei stood in the doorway and Yusuke brushed passed him, flicking on the lights.
"Kuwabara, open the blinds," Kuwabara nodded and headed for the blinds. I roared and pounced on him, sending him against the wall.
But, conveniently, the vibration of the walls shook the screws holding the blinds loose, and they fell to the hardwood floor. Daylight flooded the room, and Mum was in its path.
Mum screamed bloody murder, huddled over and burying her head in her arms. I quickly abandoned Kuwabara and ebbed to the bed, grabbed the blanket, and hurriedly covered Mum, crowded over her myself, blocking the intense light that made my unprotected eyes burn.
"Stop it NOW!" I screamed, "Leave her alone!" Yusuke wrenched for my arm and pulled me away from her, causing me to tumble into Hiei's grasp.
The mortal yanked the blanket off Mum. Smoke began to rise from her skin as holes burned their way through her screaming surface.
"NO!" I struggled within Hiei's unaltered grip, managed to free just one arm, and I collected orange energy, "Veho!" a semi-transparent orange hand reached out and grabbed the blanket, and with a push, I sent it to carry it over and drop neatly atop of Mum. With a poof, the hand glittered away.
I freed a second hand and held that out parallel to the other. "Levo," a light blue surged from my palms, and a pair of lucid blue, somehow liquid-like hands attained the blinds and lifted them to their normal spot, blocking the sunlight. The pair then popped like a bubble.
Mum crawled from under the covers, shielding her eyes, and stumbled over to the light switch and turned it off. Mum turned her eyes to me, no longer with holes, but severe scorch marks all over her legs, arms, body, and face. "Let my daughter go," she directed to Hiei.
"No," Yusuke hogged Hiei's chance of the spotlight.
"Please, let my daughter go," Mum pleaded.
Yusuke grinned, "You hurt my mother, I'll hurt your daughter. It's only fair."
I chuckled, "Just like I said… monsters. And you all believe we're the only ones here?"
I felt Hiei's grip lessen and I staggered over to my mother. The looks on the boys' faces were priceless. Yusuke and Kuwabara's visage were a mangled mix of shock, guilt, and hatred. Even Hiei's impassive features hid a small bit of distress.
In less than a moment, Mum's body crumpled to the floor. I accompanied her an instant after her, when my vision went black…
I had awoken to nothing in particular, but damn, I was pissed. I was in a bed unfamiliar to me, in a room unfamiliar to me, with over a dozen ogres unfamiliar to me. The curtains to a nearby window were open and revealed a clear night sky. I glanced to the bed to the right of me and saw Mum lying there, unconscious.
Oddly, I felt extremely weak. A knock to the back of the head should not have had that kind of an effect to me, and yet pain shot through my spine when I sat up. I growled, which brought attention to myself from the ogres. Damn…I did my best to pull myself out of bed, feeling slightly dizzy, but managed to hold myself up with my left arm rested on the bed. I held myself up, prepared for any oncoming attack when I noticed a cool breeze… between my legs. I examined my attire, and it wasn't much: A loose, white hospital gown… not at all difficult to depict that there was nothing underneath. As if I wasn't pissed off enough, I was furious.
"Who. Dressed. Me." My voice in such nature that could bring an end to the black plague.
"That would be me," a cheery female voice rang from within the small crowd. Out of the mass of ogres, a woman stepped forward. She had light blue hair held up in a ponytail, and wide pink eyes. She stood a half-foot higher than me, and she sported a light pink kimono and a wooden oar. This female looked no more than seventeen.
"Who the hell are you?" I queried, irritated.
If the blue-haired female was offended by my tone in any way, she sure had an excellent way of not showing it. "I am Botan! Grim Reaper and Koenma's messenger," she replied in one of her most peppy voices.
"…I see…" No, I didn't really 'see', "And Koenma is…"
"Prince of Spirit World. The Reikai!" Botan finished.
I glanced at the oar, "I assume that has something to do with your Grim Reaper duty…"
"Bingo! How'd you know?"
"According to Greek mythology, the Grim Reaper is supposed to guide the departed souls on a boat down the River Styx," I wasn't acting friendly, I just wanted to know what more I could get out of her… she seemed ditsy enough.
"Wow. No one's been able to get that!" she pulled me into a death hug, "You just made my evening!"
After a couple attempts, I pried the ferry girl off of me, and I sat back down on the bed. "Where am I." It was more of a demand than a question.
"The Hospital Wing," she replied kindly with a wide smile spread across her face.
"Yes, but where is the Hospital Wing?"
"Koenma's Palace!"
"Wha—no, never mind that… may I leave?"
Botan's grin spread even wider, "Absolutely not!"
I cocked an eyebrow, "And why not?" my voice begun to rise. Apparently, she was unaware that she was in any real danger, for her voice remained as optimistic as ever.
"Because I was given instructions not to let you or your mother leave the Hospital Wing until further notice."
Okay, that put me in code red: pissed enough to kill… then again… I'd kill for a credit card, so that didn't explain my fury that well. But I was extremely furious. "WHAT KIND OF GAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAYING?!" I snatched onto her collar, and bared my canines, complete with a growl for intimidation. That sunny disposition of hers dissipated, and fear overtook her, "You are NOT going to stop me! I'm leaving!"
I shoved her onto the floor and stormed toward the door; the ogres cleared a path for me out of sheer terror. I turned the knob… locked.
I stepped back and prepared a reverse punch with the left fist. Red energy collected in my fist, "Talentum!" I shot the punch three feet from the door… nothing. I gathered more red energy, "Talentum!" The door shook slightly, but otherwise, nothing. Fire boiled inside me. My fury morphed into the very red energy I needed in my fist, "TALENTUM!" a giant translucent red fist punched the door off its hinges. The fist popped into tiny fiery sparks that diminished before it even hit the floor. But I had run out of the Hospital Wing the moment the door 'opened'.
I ran down the long hallway that branched off into many paths. I didn't necessarily care where I went, I just wanted out of there. I was running out of energy fast. I turned random corners at random moments, becoming more lost than I ever had before; the muscles in my legs pumped no matter how much they burned and begged for rest.
Only after nearly an hour had I collapsed onto the floor. My muscles no longer able to carry me from being so weak as it was. I curled up next to the large bookshelf against the wall and was out instantly.
Voices… my ears were filled with voices. Undisputable, yet familiar all the same. My eyes fluttered open to see that I wasn't in the Hospital Wings anymore. I wasn't even in the hallway, but in a room that was alien to me. The walls were painted a delicious deep red, and the floors were planked in dark alder. I found myself in a king size canopy bed of deep red and black cotton sheets and a medieval-style comforter. Dozens of pillows of the same theme and different shapes and sizes surrounded my head. And I only needed one guess on who the voices were…
"YOU!" I glared at Yusuke and Hiei.
They glanced at me and ceased their pointless rambling, or Yusuke's rambling; Hiei seemed to have been tolerating to listen the entire time.
"Where am I now? Why am I here?" I demanded.
"You are in my room in my bed!" Hiei sneered, "Why? Because we found unconscious in front of my bedroom door!"
My face boiled. I attempted to sit up, but once again, chained. My arms and legs were each shackled to a different post of the bed, like the common bilbo. A deep growl grew from my gullet.
"Take these off of me!" I roared.
"No," was Yusuke's simple reply.
I had lost all sanity, "GGGRRRRRRAH!" I kicked, I screamed, I yanked on the chains like a maniac, wasting my energy on a hopeless cause and not caring. I just wanted to tear off their heads and display them on stakes for all to see. I wanted them to pay for what they did to Mum… My Mum…
"My Mum! Where is my Mum?! If you did something to her, so help me Goddess, I'm going to—"
"She's fine. And safe. She's resting in the Hospital Wing. Her burns are nearly healed," a red-haired boy entered the room.
"Shuichi…" my voice faint.
"Kurama," he corrected, "Shuichi Minamino is my human name, used in the Ningenkai." He stepped passed the other two and stood next to the bed in ease.
"Kurama," Yusuke grabbed his shoulder, "How is she?"
Kurama smiled lightly, "She is also doing well. The doctors believe she accidentally stabbed herself with a barbeque fork."
"We don't have a barbeque fork…" Yusuke muttered to no one in particular.
I was staring into Kurama's eyes, reminiscing back to a conversation I had with an acquaintance at a club several decades back. I wondered…
"Kurama?" I requested his attention.
His head turned from Yusuke, his red locks slid to frame his face, "Yes?"
"Come closer."
He moved forward a step, brushing against the bed.
"Closer."
He stood next to my face.
"Closer."
He leaned his head over, toward my visage. I had just enough slack to…
"Ow!" He staggered back, a fine red line on his cheek from one of my long nails. I sniffed the air, catching the scent.
"Spirit fox… you're Youko Kurama."
They stared at me in slight disbelief, "How did you know that?" Yusuke asked.
"The scent of his blood is of a fox. I heard stories about Youko Kurama a long while back," I spoke with cold disinterest.
The dark alder door opened with a loud creak. Kuwabara strolled in with Botan at his heels. "Koenma says he'll be here in a few minutes," Kuwabara's chalkboard voice rang.
My right eye twitched. I wanted to rip out that voice box of his terribly. I laid there in silence, not even bothering to listen to what the others had to say amongst each other. Not long later, the door opened again. A toddler followed by a blue ogre came in. The toddler wore a periwinkle hat with 'Jr.' tattooed across the front, a periwinkle shirt, mustard yellow pants, and a red sash tied around his waist. A pacifier was in his mouth. The ogre wore a tiger skinned butt flap.
"Hello, Life," the toddler spoke, the pacifier didn't waver from his mouth, "I am Koenma, Ruler of Spirit World," followed by a round of silence. As if he was expecting me to say something.
I remained silent. What was there to say? He was the 'Ruler' of Spirit World and took the form of a toddler. What else was there?
More silence followed before Koenma broke it, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"…Like what?"
"Like how h—"
"Shut up, Yusuke!" Koenma snapped. I cocked an eyebrow. "Anyway," Koenma regained composure, "Life, I am here to make your file."
"My file?" I queried, "And this file contains…"
"Basic information. Your name, family, species, techniques, crimes committed. Things like that."
"What for?"
Koenma coughed and fumbled with the collar of his shirt, "Well, after carefully examining your record, it will be my choice to determine whether you are to be executed or not."
"EXECUTED?! HELL NO! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" I began to jerk on the chains again, desperately trying to break something. The chains, the bed posts, it didn't matter.
Koenma sighed, "Hiei, hold her down."
Hiei didn't hold me down; instead he withdrew his katana and held it close to my throat. I ceased all movement. There was only one way to kill a vampire with only a metal sword, and that was beheading. Gruesome stuff, that is… I didn't really want to deal with it.
"Have fun, baka vermin," Hiei sneered.
I snorted, "Vermin, parasites that's how you all see us. You all consider us weak and mindless bloodsuckers when in reality; we are the most powerful of all.
"What do you mean?" Koenma asked suspiciously.
I continued, "We have developed complicated strategies, math's and science's known in all the worlds. Emc² is a popular example of one of the things we have introduced."
"Emc²? But that was Albert Einstein's discovery," Kurama claimed.
I grinned with pride, "I know. One of the most famous of our kind, especially since he was merely a half-breed like myself."
"Half-breed?" Yusuke clarified.
I nodded, "I am of mixed blood… My mother, as you know, is a lamia vampire, or pure blood. She has lived for over six hundred years," I shifted slightly within the chains, "My father, a mortal raised under the sacred religion of Wicca, died one-hundred and thirty years ago." I paused, observing everyone's faces. All seemed stunned. Hiei even sheathed his katana.
"How old are you?" Hiei asked, somehow maintaining a rough image.
"I turned one-hundred and sixty-two at the end of last March. The exact date is not important. Most dates hold no importance when you know you're going to live forever," I noticed Koenma was hastily jotting things down on a piece of paper. "I was born in the year 1842, to save your fingers, Kuwabara."
Kuwabara looked away from his fingers with a tint of blush.
"Tell us the story," Koenma said, looking up from his paper.
"What story?" I asked.
"Your life," he replied.
"My story would take days," I glanced out the window, "But I'll tell you a shorter version of it… It is still quite long. Do you all still want to hear it?"
They all nod, with the exception of Hiei who 'Hn'ed.
"Very well..."
That's chapter 3! Thank you all for your reviews and keep them up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katsurazaka Elementary School. That is a real elementary school in Kyoto that I found on the Internet.
Nor do I own TV Land, Bewitched, or Gunsmoke.
Thought I might add that.