The sun lay low in the sky, rising from it's dark grave and into the eternity of life. The sounds of humans only got louder until there wasn't a moment of silence. Not a moment of peace. The land was too busy for peace now. Everyone was up and fussing as it is every morning. Men and women leave to work or shop, the younger are off to school or other absurd merriments. No blood is spilt in the light of day. Everyone was too happy, too proud to be alive. Hiei found it all disgusting.

And yet, what would he do without it?

He stood from the treebranch and heard himself give a light moan. A bed was not to be seen in Hiei's future. He couldn't even remember the last time he slept indoors in the human realm. He guessed that today was going to be long and slow.

Hiei started his day as he always would, wich was pretty much doing nothing. There was nothing to do.

Then he remembered a few things...

He still had to find that damn 'Moon's Tear' Mukuro asked for.

He had to go face Kurama and probably the babbling idiots.

He had to cure that girl...wait...he didn't have to do that.

"Dammit." The word escaped his mouth slowly as he looked down at the ground. He disided to get something to eat before starting the cursed activities of the day.He glanced up at the sky. By the looks of it, it wasn't going to rain today. But that didn't stop the clouds from darkening the sky with their heavy water-filled bodies. He jumped down to the earth and headed toward the city's large buildings. He then desided to visit Kurama once he got back from school. But that just left Hiei with a long time of impatients.


Kurama dropped his bag onto his bed and sat beside it. He had a lot of homework, but it didn't bother him much. Being a hundred year old demon had its perks. Tolerance, patients, genius.

He took the books and folder of papers from his bag and walked the few steps to his desk. Setting the contents down, he sat in the chair. A blank stare came across his face as he looked at the bottled blood that sat at the corner of the desk. He wondered when Hiei would come to hear Kurama's 'status report'.

A feeling of sorrow swept over him, knowing what was wrong with the girl who inhabited the blood and knowing the only way to cure her. What a strange thing this was turning out to be. Then his thoughts where interupted by the door swinging open and the footsteps of Yusuke entering without an invitation or a word of hello. Kurama made a silent mental note to lock his front door.

"Did Hiei come by yet?" He asked, ploping onto Kurama's bed, catching his breathe from the run over.

"No. Not yet." He replied, turning in his chair to face his friend.

"Did you figure out who she is and whats wrong with her?"

"I don't know who she is. I don't even know if she is a 'she'. But she is young. And I do know what's wrong with her. It was rather easy to figure out, but surprising none the less. Most don't have this kind of reaction."

"Reaction? What do you mean? Whats wrong with her?"


She sat still on the bed, only her chest moved ever so slightly as she breathed. Her neck started to ache from being in the same position for the past few hours and her feet where long asleep. But she didn't notice. She only sat with an emotionless glare stoned into her features. At first she had thoughts rushing all around her with raised voices, begging for the attention they needed to stay alive inside her. But those all passed and now she could only see the dark purple sheets laying gracefuly over her knees. Nothing could disturb this evermore dream-state that had taken over the mind and body, leaving only her soul to rot in the empty silence.

Of course, she hated everything about everything. She hated how she was pulled out of school for bed-rest and how she couldn't go outside in case her blood started acting up and she couldn't eat too much, just drink constantly and take different pills for different things all the time. Her mother kept shoving depression pills down her throat. None of this worked. She never got any better.

Her body ached as if every bone was healing from being broken and she often found it hard to breathe. She barfed for what seemed to be no reason, her tempature would go up and down and up and down and her veins popped out of her arms and neck. Her heart would burn and her stomach wriggled and nothing would make any of it go away. She wanted more than anything to make it dissapear and she could go back to her normal life again but she knew that wouldn't happen.

"An Angel couldn't even save me now." She finally said, breaking her own silence. Saying those words seemed to motivate her body to move again and she moved to the side of the bed, sliding her feet to the floor. She cracked her neck, hoping it would help but the pain only grew more. She stood slowly. Feeling blood rush into her legs and feet felt strange and she almost fell into the bed again. But she didn't. She forced herself to stand, abscent-mindedly hurting herself more.

She looked up to the window and, seeing the light drizzle of rain, she knew she had to go out into it. She loved the rain. Feeling the cold soak to her bones made her feel more alive then she had felt in a long time. She so often snuck out from her bedroom void and into the haven of the world, no matter how much it hurt. And it really hurt. But she didn't care. After being in the rain for awhile she would feel much better as she always did.

Her feet slowly dragged to the door and her hands pushed it open the slightest bit. She peared out. No one could be seen or heard so she opened the door a little wider. Knowbody. Maybe her father was at work and her mother shopping as they both so often were. She opened the door completely and dragged her feet onto the wooden floor of the lounge, just beyond that was the kitchen. Passing the both of them she entered the living room. She stopped there and looked around. It was dark without any lamplight, only the dim light of the clouded sky. There was no dust or dirt anywhere. Only the large couch, ancient chair and coffee table. Very empty and dull. They rarely hung out in that room anymore. She didn't know why.

The front door creaked open. She jumped and ran into the dining room to see who it was. Her father strode in with a grim look on his face. He didn't look around, only stopped at the entrance hall and took his shoes off then came strolling right through, presumably headed towards his study.

She stood still for awhile until she thought he was gone. She creeped out and tip-toed to the front door. She slid her shoes on and lifted her hand to the doorknob--

"Going somewhere?" Came a booming voice from behind. Obviously her father. She froze, not knowing what to do. Her father was never around so he never caught her sneaking out so she didn't know what exactly his reaction would be. Knowing her father, he would just send her to her room and lock the door. Wich was much better than what her mother had done.

"Um, no. I was just taking a walk around the house..." She said, turning to face him.

"A walk around the house, huh? Then you wouldn't mind walking around the house with me to my study?" He said with a stiff face, turning around and starting forward. She could have left at that moment but she knew she would then be in even more trouble.So she followed him slowly with her head to the floor. Coming into the study, she stalked over the the chair in the corner, removed the newspapers from it and sat down.

Silence...Then he started laughing. She looked up, mouth open, eyes wide. He's laughing? He never laughs, especially at nothing! She kept quiet, waiting for him to stop. He did, but his smile remained. He looked at her for a moment before saying, "So. Your mother says you often sneak out to be in the rain."

She hesitated before replying."Yes."

"Hmmmm. Not good for you, ya know."

"I wouldn't know. No one can figure out anything about me so maybe the rain is my cure." She tried to sound smart compared to her fathers deep voice.

"I doubt it. Now tell me, you feeling any better?"

"No."

"Anything I can do for you before sending you off to your room and watching the door like a hawk?"

"No." She said, standing and walking out of the room and to her own. She lay back in bed and watched the drizzle disappear outside her window.

A sigh escaped the mans lips and he knew how to help his daughter. But it would cause problems for her, and just as much problems for himself. Mukuro wouldn't be pleased with this illness. He knew he would have to inform her. He also knew that that would cause even more problems, she was probably still searching for that wich he had stolen. That wich now lies in the hands of his daughter who is dieing.


Hiei came to the window of Kurama's bedroom. He opened it, feeling the eyes of demons boring into his flesh. Yusuke sat, staring at him. Hiei knew that Kurama must have already told him and by the look on his face, pure sympathy, it wasn't good. Hiei hated the sympathy of others, especially humans. Kurama looked back at his desk.

Hiei waited for a minute for someone to say something. But they didn't. So he did.

"So, are you going to tell me or just sit and stare?" He sneered. His day couldn't be any longer. Too many pauses in time. Too many eyes watching.

Kurama and Yusuke looked at eachother and then back at Hiei. Kurama was the first to speak. "I know whats wrong with her. I analyzed her blood thoroughly." He paused and repeated, "I know whats wrong with her."

"Kinda sucks, ya know?" Yusuke cut in. "I didn't know that could happen. It's really weird." Hiei bit his tongue. He didn't want to hear this. He wanted to know what was wrong, get the cure and make this all go away.

"Have you noticed any change in her energy?" Kurama asked, looking hard for the answer in Hiei.

"Yeah." He said, stiffly, waiting for it come out. He could beat the shit out of them for the long anticipation.

"Well, it's changing because she's turning into a demon."


The end.

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