Tomorrow May Never Come
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but if I did I'd be very happy to own Hiei.
Summary: A new member, a mysterious girl forced to join the Rekai Tentai, with a torn and delicate past, and a very uncertain future may be the boys' most difficult missions yet. As they slowly unravel her intricate past will they be getting more than they bargined for? As connections form through the missions could her past tragicly tear them apart? This is a HxOC story. No OOCness. R&R
Chapter One: Amaya
The girl stood in front of Tenshi Boarding school, her light blue, almost aqua hair whipping around her face from the cold autumn breeze.
She pulled her jacket tighter around herself and slowly began to walk inside, passing a couple classmates on her way by the door. "Hey Amaya." They greeted. She returned with a wan smile.
She made her way down the corridor her room for another extremely exciting night of nothing.
Great, another wonderful night of boredom...
She sighed, flinging herself down onto her bed trying to think of something entertaining to do. Eventually she settled on going for a walk around the school to enjoy the fall weather.
Better than nothing...
Outside, she made her way around the back of the school towards the woods, which were now littered with all different shades or red, orange and yellow. There was barely a hint of green anywhere in sight.
She turned towards the woods and began walking down a very thin man-made pathway, formed from her own footsteps; she came here often.
After a few minutes of walking Amaya entered into a clearing that was only about a twenty-five foot circle with a small pond that was three feet deep. Bright flowers littered the ponds edge even thought it was mid-fall. Although the clearing was small it was beautiful. Sitting down at the edge of the pond, Amaya slipped her shoes off and placed her feet in the cold waters.
Amaya wasn't sure how long she's been sitting there but her senses suddenly sharpened and she heard the almost nonexistent snap of a twig about fifteen feet away. She felt the energy of an approaching youki, and from the scent of it, it would be a fairly decent opponent.
"Show yourself!" Amaya called into the trees at the direction from which the energy came.
Nothing happened.
"I said show yourself!" She began to grow frustrated, she hated games like this.
Slowly a demon emerged from the foliage of the dense woods. As she had guessed, the demon didn't seem to be too strong but hell, looks aren't everything.
Amaya was about to take a fighting stance when the demon gave a quick but violent shudder. What the hell...?
Slowly, the brownish-orange skin of the demon began to separate from it's body, falling to the ground in a heap. Looking from the ground back up to the demon Amaya could see that the demon now donned a disgusting yellowed-green skin color, with fierce yellow eyes.
Must be a camouflage demon...She thought as she stared once more at the discarded pile of skin.
As she made to glance back up at the demon something caught her attention. What Amaya had failed to notice before was the possession clutched tightly in the demon's left hand.
A human. A human girl at that. Amaya peered to side so she could see the girl. The demon had it's hand clenched tightly around the girl's slender ankle, the rest of her body lying haphazardly on the forest floor.
Dirt smudged the girl's entire body, He must have dragged her like this through the woods...But the dirt wasn't what concerned Amaya. It was the cuts. All over the girls body were large slash marks that still looked fresh; her blood hadn't even begun to clot yet which explained the decent sized pool of blood that surrounded her thin frame. "..help..." the girls voice barely came out above a whisper...she had to save her...
Amaya quickly took a fighting stance, a silent challenge to the demon.
With speed that Amaya had not expected the demon dropped the girl's ankle and rushed at Amaya. Pulling back it's arm, huge claws extended from the demon's hand.
Now before her, the demon took a swipe at her but she ducked. As she began to stand up, the demon's other hand; also equipped with the unnaturally large claws came barreling down across her body, placing three large slash marks on her chest.
Amaya gasped in pain but quickly placed a hand firmly over the deepest parts of the wounds and pressed down, hoping to slow the bleeding. Metallic silver-crimson blood seeped between her fingers.
She dropped her hand and focused on the demon only a few feet away.
As the demon rushed foreword, Amaya stood still, waiting for the attack. As soon as the demon lifted it's massive claws she disappeared, leaving the demon to stop dead in it's tracks, dumbfounded.
Seconds later, Amaya re-appeared at the demons side from her short distance teleportation. bringing her palm up and out in front of her she shot a large blast of electricity as the demon's side, disintegrating it into dust.
She clapped her hands together, brushing the dust from them, "Payback's a bitch." she mumbled as she glanced loathingly at the pile of ash and bone.
Amaya turned and quickly made her way over to the fallen girl. She didn't even need to check to know that the girl was dead. Her eyes were hollow voids that held no emotion and her body was almost completely drained of it's blood source.
Amaya gently reached down and closed the girl's eyes, while closing her own as well. Quickly she dug a shallow grave and gave the body a proper burial.
She hadn't been able to saver her...Her chest tightened in quick flare of emotion, she hated days like these...
Amaya turned to go back to her room, she was a mess of blood and dirt. Caught up in all the action she had failed to notice the arrival of a new ki.
Spinning around she glared into the trees on the other side of the clearing, "Come out now. I don't like games." she said forcefully, but before the last words had even left her lips the energy disappeared.
"Whatever..." she mumbled as she turned and walked from the clearing and out of the woods.
Once again she walked down the lonely hallway to her room, which was nicely (not) placed at the very end of the hallway, with no door on the other end.
Gripping the cold steel of the handle on her door a feeling of foreboding rushed into her system. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she slowly pushed her door open, feeling once more the energies from the forest.
Her door slowly slid open to reveal nothing and as soon as she stepped onto her lush crimson carpet the energies vanished.
Amaya waked into her room and flung open the door of her small bathroom. In the mirror she look at the three slash marks that were now plastered across the better part of her upper chest, right below her collarbone.
She sighed, looking at the cuts she could tell they would scar. Just what I need, more battle scars... She already looked like a walking hazard with scars and bruised all over her once flawless skin.
After a shower, she dressed and flung herself once more onto her bed, tired from her after dinner fight. Quickly she fell into a dreamless sleep, but it was nothing new to her; she never dreamed.
The next morning she woke and went for an early breakfast in the cafeteria. On her way back she felt the sense of foreboding once more as she walked down the hallway, slightly darkened from the drawn blinds.
She felt the strange ki pass directly by although she could see nothing. Whirling around she was faced once more with an empty corridor. She didn't even bother asking who was there. She knew it would earn her no answer.
Where have I sensed this ki before?...she wracked her brain trying to think...that right! yesterday, after killing the demons and then last night in my room...
she wracked her brain trying to think...She hated being followed, it was her worst; and only, fear.
Her chest tightened once more, but not in the same way it did for the deceased girl.
Did she mention she hated being followed?
With a cold hand she grabbed her door knob and swung the door open forcefully, being rewarded with a echoing smack as the knob cracked the wall behind it.
Once again she was faced with an empty room, but her eyes honed in on the window that stood open about a foot.
Amaya rushed over and slammed the window shut, turning against it and once more looking around her room.
After a few deep breaths she made her way once more to the bathroom to splash come cool water on her face. That always helped right?
She twisted the knob and pushed open the door to the bathroom.
All the calm that had begun to filter back into her body now shot from her like a bullet from a gun, leaving her with that all to familiar numbness.
The words, "I Know" were scrawled messily in deep crimson blood across her white tiled floor.
They've found me...