I'M BAAAAAAAAACK!

Ebbster - Er, not exactly. He just wants Nanashi to cry just 'cause. Like, you know how you ususally have a drink with your meal? That kinda thing. SoulMeal; tearsdrink. Get it?

Rahenne - Thanks and here's the update!

Baka Hanyou Rahvin - Thank you and here's the update!

Icefire2 - Oh, don't worry about Nanashi, she's tough. Besides, Hiei can't prove she's wrong if he doesn't save her, now can he? And thanks, I did have a good time.

Seeyu - Ah, a newcomer, welcome! You make a good guess, cookie to you. And you have to remember, you are seeing Hiei through a child's eyes. When I started writing this, I thought, "If Hiei met a child like himself, would he not take a fondness towards him/her?" This is the result I came up with. Enjoy!

And on with the story!

Chapt. 12

Some Angel You Are

"Is that so, little brat?" Shikima laughs, kicking me across the room again. My already broken arm pops again and the shoulder goes limp. "Seems I popped it out of place," he muses, amusement in his voice.

'Now he just needs to pull my right out and I'll be good to go!' I think happily. I can get the suckers back in place, I just get 'em out.

His hand grabs my right shoulder and jerks me into a sitting position. Chuckling, he shoves his thumb down on the open wound caused by his knife. I tense, but other than that, I do nothing.

"You're beginning to piss me off," he growls, throwing me to the side.

"Tch, you think I give a fuck?" I hiss, smirking cockily.

After a few more hours of getting beat up, Shikima finally gets bored. Well, fed up is more like it. Every time he tried to make me grimace in pain, I always looked up with that cocky grin of mine.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any," he snarls, kicking me one last time for good measure. Guessing at what he meant, I pop my left shoulder back into place. No use to me out of its socket now. "Your soul will taste good regardless."

'Hiei, now would be the perfect time for you to come save my ass.' I hear a knife being sharpened and some strange whirring is echoing throughout the room.

"Now, let's remove that soul of yours," Shikima says, holding my head roughly in one hand.

"Mitsukai!" I scream, causing the Soul Eater to drop me and curse in a language I've never heard.

There is a part in the wind in front of my face and the cloth covering my eyes falls to the floor. I look around and see Shikima at the tip of a katana, quivering fearfully. Following the blade up, I glare at the owner.

"Took ya long enough," I snap, still bound by my hands and ankles.

"Just be grateful I came at all," he replies emotionlessly, beheading Shikima in a swift, clean cut.

I smile at Hiei, a grin to match his frown.

"I knew you'd hear me."

"Those dumb S.O.S. signals? How could I miss something so annoying?"

"Yea, well, excuse me for wanting to keep my soul." My smile fades as I watch Shikima's blood pool beneath his headless body. The color of Hiei's eyes.

Without a word, Hiei cuts my bonds and pulls me to my feet. When he releases me, he stares at his now red hand. And at how my left arm hung lifelessly at my side.

"C'mon, Kurama'll fix your arm and stop the bleeding before you die." Not waiting for protest, Hiei slings me over his shoulder and races off. Not wanting to ruin the free ride, I let him.

When we got back to the Urameshi household, there was this big fuss over me. It was like I had died or something. But I didn't like how they crowded around me while Kurama was trying to set my arm. I felt so trapped and helpless. But they left when Kurama said I needed space. Of course, what he meant was that he needed space.

But, no matter, he finally got me pieced back together.

Now, it's just me, Shuuto, and Hiei because the others went out to dinner for someone's anniversary.

"Oi, Shuuto, you swear you'd tell me if Shikima hurt you, right?" I question for the hundredth time, not satisfied.

Shuuto sighs and stares at me. "Nanashi, I swear. And what's it matter anyway? He's dead."

I open my mouth to answer, but I can't think of an answer so I shut up and stare at the TV. Hiei keeps flippin' the channels, trying to find something to watch. Bored, I stand and go over to the movie rack and stare at the binds.

I pull out each one in turn and stare at the picture on the front.

"Can't you read them?" Hiei growls, irritated by the noise I was making I assume.

"Yes," I answer shortly, pulling out another movie.

"Then why are you doing that?"

"To annoy you. Is it working?"

He growls and snatches the movie from my hand and stares at it a long time.

"What's your excuse?" I ask. The movie was Spirited Away.

"Nothing, we'll watch this." He pushes some buttons on a couple of machines, glaring at the boxes when they wouldn't do what he wanted. But he finally gets it working and slips the movie in.

"How do you know we'll like it?" I interrogate, sitting once again beside Shuuto.

"I don't."

I look at Shuuto who just shrugs so I let it go and turn back to the TV, the surround sound beginning to echo around us.

By the time the movie ended, I was on the edge of my seat, hoping the girl would look back. When she didn't, I fell back into the couch and sighed. To me, it was a lame ending. Hiei didn't look like he cared too much. I don't blame him.

"That ending sucked," I groan, stuffing the movie back on the shelf.

"Oh, you just wanted her to stay with the cute dragon boy," Shuuto mocks, clasping his hands beneath his chin and batting his eyelashes.

"Shut up, Shuuto," I hiss.

"I saw the way you were staring at 'im," Shuuto argues, winking.

The last straw was just snapped.

I tackle him off the couch, ignoring the searing pain in my broken arm. We wrestle around the room, growling and grunting. I get him in a weak headlock, due to only having one arm, and grip him around the waist with my legs. Next thing I know, he has me on the ground with my broken arm beneath me and my other arm in a painful hold.

"Can't beat me with one arm, huh?" Shuuto laughs, having never beat me before.

"It ain't over yet," I smirk, awkwardly kicking him in the back. He leans forward from the force, a sickening crack sounding as his weight sits on my twisted arm.

My eyes widen and I hold back a painful scream. Immediately, Shuuto releases my arm and rolls off me. But my arm just sorta lays there on my back, unable to move.

"That…did not…sound good," I gasp, finally allowing myself to breathe.

"Looks like you'll be even more useless for a while," Hiei muses, prodding my newly broken arm with his foot. I go to scratch at it, but neither arm would obey. So I settle for glaring at it.

"Well, don't just stand there poking it, do something!" I snap, fed up with the constant poking.

"Would if I could."

"I'm going to kill you, Hiei," I snarl, twisting about, trying to get on my knees.

"Like to see you try."

"You three just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" a man laughs, flipping on the lights.

I don't bother to look at who it is; I just try harder to get off the floor.

"Hn," is Hiei's trademark answer. "This girl just seems to like getting beat up."

"Bullshit," I grunt before taking a mouthful of carpet. Someone grabs me and pulls my face off the ground. Angry, and thinking it was Hiei, I glance back and find where his feet are placed. Still on my knees, I kick up and find my mark. The man gasps and lets go, causing me to, once again, eat the carpet.

Smirking, I look to the side and see Kurama crumpled on the ground, whimpering, and holding himself. Tears leak from his eyes.

"Oh, fuck!" I mumble, pushing myself across the room with my feet. Damn, I'm gunna have a huge rug burn in the morning.

"Smooth move, genius," Hiei smirks, picking me up by the back of my shirt. I get my footing and he lets go. When he looks at Kurama, his eyes dance with unpleasantness.

"It was meant for you."

"Why do you think I let Kurama pick you up?"

Glaring, I bring my foot up between his legs and laugh as he crumbles to the ground, whimpering.

A/N - Ah, revenge is sweet. Though I doubt she'll get away with it for much longer... But it's fun to try (knows from experience).