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Chapter 21:
"Follow me. I refuse to risk getting killed the instant we open that door."
"You just had to say how careless he was." I mutter to Hiei.
"I didn't think he'd become an instant paranoid baka." He defends.
I sigh. "How long will this back way take?"
"It'll actually be very faster than the other way of getting to the surface. But it'll take us much longer to get to the bank."
"Then why are we doing it? We have to get to the bank as fast as possible, so if we stay out of the bank for a while, he'll find us, mark my words." Says Kuwabara. It's a real shame. Now he's the new genius. The regular moron Kazuma Kuwabara is a genius.
"Well, we can't chance a head-on confrontation."
"He won't risk it. I remember Koenma. He always sent someone in his place, except for when he fought Sensui, and even then it was still Yusuke who ended up trashing him. He won't go in person."
Kurama stops walking the opposite direction. He sighs heavily.
"Kurama, you're trying too hard to be a good leader. You exercise too much caution. We have to risk it. Baby bro is right for a change." Says Shizuru. Whoa, Kuwabara is younger than her? Oh yeah, I knew that. But there's just such a height difference…
"For a change?"
"Yup."
Kurama sighs again. "Okay, but don't blame me if this doesn't go through." He turns us back to the wall, and he almost runs into it. He drags his rose out of his hair (Yukina hasn't stopped with the light yet) and, now alerted to it, I carefully observe how he does it. He pulls it out to the right perfectly, and makes it look perfectly easy. Apparently, it's not, according to Yukina, anyway. And what does she know?
"Rose Whip!"
He gets another thorny whip immediately and raises his hand behind his head. He lashes it upward, in another quicker-than-light motion. It sinks into the rock wall far above his head easily with a crack, like a sharp rock dropping onto the asphalt street.
"I thought it was a plant!" I say, shocked.
"It is. But its best power is that it can cut through anything, magical or non-magical. Rock, limestone, diamond, you name it." Says Yukina. "It really comes in handy at times."
"Even if it is girly." Mutters Kuwabara.
Kurama tries to climb up with his feet, but the shoes slip right off again. He tries to climb barefoot, but that also doesn't work. Eventually, he recoils his whip back into a rose and turns to face us again.
"It's a no-go with the whip. But I think I have something we can all do." He digs around in a pocket and pulls out a single tiny golden seed. "Yukina, you'd better put away the ice. That freezing temperature will hurt the tree."
"A tree?" I didn't even notice how cold I was because of Yukina.
"You'll see," says Yukina, and finally puts out the fires in her hands serving as our only light. It is now 100 percent pitch dark. And considerably warmer too, thank heaven.
Then, Kurama drops what must be the seed on the ground. "Demon's Ladder." He whispers.
I hear a huge rumble in the ground. It is literally shaking. I hear rocks pop (more like explode) and dust rains on me. I hear kind of what a thousand snakes or a worm sounds like slithering through the ground. And then, I can tell something emerges. I can't explain it. It's like the air is shaking as much as the ground is.
Then, the huge shaking stops suddenly. There is not a whisper.
"Okay, I can't see, but I would really like to—ah!" I say, as Kuwabara, who must have been in front of me, comes up with that yellow glowing energy sword.
"How the hell do you do that?" I ask, a little scared. Memories of that night are flooding me. He almost sliced me in half when I was on the ground with that thing. It's evil.
"It's an aura sword. Didn't I tell you this? My soul is all sucked into a single weapon. It's not "real" actually, like a painful thing of my soul."
"That's a terrible way to explain it. The Shakra ningen is stupid enough as it is." Mutters a cold voice that I recognize.
"Yeah, Shorty? How would you say something like that to us ningens?"
"Maybe that it's your weapon made of your spirit energy."
Kuwabara silently fumes. I look past the warm golden light. I can see a huge…thing back there.
"What is that?" I ask.
"A tree. Trees are Kurama's specialties. For some reason, fox power means nature power."
"Having teeth and claws would be cooler." Kuwabara says. No one disagrees.
"Can we focus?" Says the Supreme King of Grass. "I've made a tree that grows all the way up through the shut trapdoor. It's built like a ladder. It'll be easy for even the youngest to climb. Kuwabara, you don't need light, and you aren't allowed to climb with your sword anyway. It could hurt the tree. Put it away. And Yukina, watch your kimono on this thing."
"Fine, but I call shotgun." Says Kuwabara, (how does that apply here?) and that little light emanating from his sword disappears.
"Wait." I say. "This is a demon weapon thing, right? Won't it and Kurama both go aflame instantly if I touch it?"
Kurama sighs, thinking. "Well, Kuwabara can carry you. He did it once before. He's a human, so he shouldn't have any problems."
"But she's so heavy!" He whines.
"Weakling." I hiss.
He huffs, but goes over to me. Or what he thinks is me.
"Ouch…Kazuma, it's me! Yukina! Kara's over there!"
"Sorry, darling."
"Kuwabara, you stupid twit ningen, don't you even dare…Kara's about a foot taller than me, remember?"
Kuwabara imitates Hiei's voice in a high manner.
"Don't handle your sister like that!" Shizuru shrieks with that raspy voice.
"Sorry."
"I'm still Yukina!"
"I'm Keiko! Don't touch me!"
"Get away from me! You were already here!"
"Kuwabara, come one step closer and I slice your head off."
"I'm Shizuru!"
"WHERE THE HELL IS KARA ALREADY?"
I've refrained from talking because it's so damn funny. It's kind of like playing Marco Polo with a deaf chimpanzee. "Over here! Jeez, you stupid gorilla."
Hiei snorts, and so do several others. I can almost see Kuwabara stiffening. "Look, you guys, everyone run near Kurama. I'll find Kara easier. But the shotgun is still mine!"
They all mutter agreement and start to go. I say some more stuff to get him to come over. Finally, I feel two large hands around my waist. They lift me up in what they have mistaken to be a gentle manner and he says uncomfortably, "Look, you just hang around my shoulders. And don't you touch the tree, and don't touch me that much either."
"Jeez, it's going to be so hard to keep my hands off you when YOU'RE CARRYING ME!"
He slings me over, and I arrange myself so that I'm kind of like a cat, arranged around the base of his head. And it's really killing my left side. I'm already starting to feel a slight burn there.
He walks a few bulky steps (I swear, he's duck-footed or something weird like that) and then, he picks up one leg onto what is undoubtedly the ladder grown up the tree. For a second, I am caught off balance, and almost swing right off. I thankfully catch myself in time. Up goes the other leg. Balanced.
Up goes one leg. Off balance. The other leg. Balanced.
Up goes one leg…oh my god, I think he skipped a step. I slide completely off. (The pain in my left side dies). Someone gasps down south and I just barely catch myself hanging around his neck with my arms. The rest of me is dangling dangerously. It's so great that I no longer have any light. I can't look down and then really fall off my limb.
"Kara—you're—chok—" Kuwabara gasps out and he climbs a while lot faster all of a sudden. I must be cutting off his air supply. He practically flies to the top and then hits his head on a ceiling that must be the door. I can see the top of the snaky tree going right through it. Kuwabara, automatically panicking because of suffocation, starts hitting the door with his hands.
I shift my grip so that he can finally breathe okay, but at expense to myself. I am now holding onto his shoulders and my grip is considerably weaker. Above me, Kuwabara pants very hard and now rationally searches for the latch. Finally, one clicks open and he swings it up with mammoth strength, considering that it's now anchored by the tree. Eventually, he just shoves the whole thing off and pokes his head up.
As he moves farther up, I can see that we're looking up into a little wooden shack. The floor is littered with beer cans. After, he practically throws his body up in his haste to get out of the cold, dark tunnel and accidentally skins my back against the edge of the hole as he goes. Once up, he stands and stretches, shutting his eyes. "See? I knew there'd be no problems up here!" He says.
Knock on wood. Luckily, there is no shortage of wood to choose from. I smirk at my unbelievably witty thoughts.
Before I can even get off this A+ buffoon, something pounces from behind, and Kuwabara screams. I can't tell what it is. Something huge and shaped like a person. It has very sharp claws. I can feel one nearly slice me but get Kuwabara instead. It mashes me against Kuwabara's back, trying to kill us both. The thing itself screams, and lets go quickly. I can't imagine why.
All dignity forgotten, I scream. Be part of the crowd, you know? Kuwabara yells as it comes in for a second claw attack, and spins around just in time to avoid it. I can now see the beast from over Kuwabara's huge shoulder. It's a horrible little bat-eared dark green creature that looks like it lacks hair completely. It has big yellow claws on its overdeveloped hands and huge T-rex yellow teeth. It looks like it's on an amphetamine. Or two. Judging by the drool and rolling eyes, I mean.
"Let's say we listen to Kurama from now on." Says Kuwabara, backing away as the slobbering…thing advances. I realize that this must be what they call a demon.
"Well? Did you used to fight these guys or not? Kill it!" I say, quite afraid. I've never seen one before, and I really wish I never did.
"I can't. Most of my spirit energy was spent in the tunnel lighting things for you."
"God, you really are weak."
"No, just tired. I've been using it a lot lately."
"WHAT CAN WE DO, THEN?"
"Guys, is everything okay up there?" Yells a voice from down below that sounds like it's on the ladder.
"FINE!" Yell two anguished voices. The thing is just coming closer. It seems to be drunk. It's wavering from side to side, and its yellow eyes are going up and down even faster.
Then, Kuwabara gets an idea. He grabs both of my hands that are still hanging onto his shoulders out of fear. Then, in a split second, he leans over, and chucks me right over his head.
"HUG IT!" He yells, or seems to yell, because that couldn't have been what he yelled. Who would hug this thing?
I suddenly realize. The Shakra…
I spread out my arms wide and the demon looks very surprised. But then, it grins menacingly and does the same, only its claws increase about two inches. I shoot forward, hoping to god that it doesn't scratch me…
I finally make contact with the beast. I hit right around its neck area, somehow evading those deadly talons. Without thinking, I fasten my arms around it and hold on really tight. Shakra, don't fail me now…
The creature screams and I can feel its horribly slimy flesh grow hot. It screams again and tries to stab me with those claws, but it doesn't even get close. As soon as the very point of the claw touches my skin, its claw and eventually its hand erupts too.
Still, I don't let go. I only increase my hold, and wrap around its midsection with my legs too. It yells even louder and do you recall that this is my second time going deaf today?
Then, its entire torso erupts on the Shakra fire. I am somehow not getting burned by it, probably because I initiated it. Then, the fire spread to its leg flesh and the entire demon body catches on fire.
Now would be a great time to let go. I let go off all slimy skin and fall backwards, flat on my back. I can now see the thing completely engulfed in a red-orange fire. Its eyeballs seem to have popped recently and the fire is inside its mouth too. Muscle and sinew wastes away in front of me. Finally, it no longer has the strength even to stand. It falls over front ways, and I just have the time to scuttle sideways to avoid it, and it falls directly on my shoe. The fire still doesn't hurt. I drag my foot out in disgust. It's got weird slimy demon paste on it. I'll never get that out of my sneaker now.
Finally, the flesh turns black and yucky and still the fire doesn't go out, although it is not spreading. I stand up and watch it burn. Finally, the fire releases its victim and goes out all at once. I stare at the black, burned demon corpse uncertainly.
Yukina's head pops up from the tunnel below. "Man, I'm never wearing a kimono again…" She mutters to herself. I walk over and help her up the last few steps. She finally gets her feet on solid footing, and brushes herself off. She looks down at the demon corpse, and doesn't seem at all surprised. "There's nothing wrong." She quotes derisively. "Then why did Kara go flying and something scream? I suppose that you gave it a welcome hug?"
"Yeah. It couldn't even touch me without going aflame. I didn't get a single wound. It was really something."
"Yes, it was. Kara is completely insulated against direct demon attacks. It's amazing." Says Kuwabara. "I wish I could do that. Oh yeah…Yukina, don't let Kurama see this!" He hisses urgently, and grabs the dead demon and slings the mess into a corner of the room. He then goes to stand in front of it, hoping his bulk will hide it.
I snort. "I don't consider it a power. I can't even attack, unless I'll hug the enemy to death. Why couldn't I have gotten a cool power? I can only defend myself. If the demon doesn't make the first move, I can't do anything." Then, I look down at my body. I'm unscathed, except that my entire arms are covered in touch-a-demon-Shakra tattoos. I turn away a peer down my shirt. They're all over there too. I lift the robe. All down my legs, too. Oh my god. I am a walking billboard advertising extreme body art.
"These things fade, right?" I ask, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "These tattoos?"
Kuwabara shrugs, which doesn't make me feel a whole lot better. Yukina says, "Possibly. You're the only one with Shakra we know of, so we can't compare you, and we've certainly never been in the situation."
Damn. If I ever get a bikini, am I going to look like some grotesque Dalmatian?
Seconds later, Kurama, Keiko, and Shizuru all pop up. Once they are all okay and on solid footing, Hiei appears all of a sudden directly in front of me.
"Can you teleport or something?" I ask irritably, a little scared and annoyed by my possible future in the bathing suit department. Wait, when did I start thinking like that? Oh god…
"I have super-speed. It may seem like teleporting to ningens, but it's much more than that."
"Would you stop calling me a ningen?"
"No." It's so flat the way he says everything that I almost laugh.
"Guys!" Says Kurama quickly. Then, he notices Kuwabara in the corner, guarding the carcass. "What are you doing?"
He blinks stupidly. "Standing in a corner?"
He blinks, and decides it's not an important enough matter. "Okay, Kara, now we have time. Tell us what you were thinking about getting to the portal."
"No, we don't have time! Koenma will figure out we all killed Junior."
"Who's Junior?"
Damn, I let it all slip. "Never mind. What time is it?"
"It's…" He consults his watch, "11:45 PM."
"Good. We need to get into and under the NJ Center Bank. All the human guards will have left by now. Can you just get me there safely? I know how to get in. I'll make sure it's all okay inside for you all to come in, and you all can follow me to the portal. Can you just do that for me?"
Kurama sighs. "Okay. Whatever. To get out of here, we just need to walk out of that door. And no one talk. We don't want to be heard this late, by humans or demons."
"Okay. How far is it to the NJCB?"
"About 2 blocks to the right. It should be okay, if we use Hiei. And no one use powers. I mean, nothing. Powers will definitely alert demons if they're out there, and otherwise, we'll scare the humans into a panic."
Huggy power. Oh yeah, that'd scare people. "Okay! Can we go now?" I really want to steal already. I've waited so long…
"Kara, this had better work." Says Kurama, turning his leaf-green gaze on me. "If it doesn't, I'm blaming you."
"Go right ahead." I mutter. I turn around and start walking toward the exit, my lust for stealing outweighing my fear of the outside.
"Wait! Come back! If any of us sees a demon, we run from it. Hiei, you can help us with the running. No questions asked. No talking, no powers. The demon won't be able to report back to Koenma that it saw anything unusual. Most demons are blind too, so that'll be okay too."
Hiei sighs. "Well, I guess, everyone make a chain from me. And I'd better not be touched by a ningen, particularly the one that burns. Kurama and Yukina can both grab me and you can all make an equal branch from each of them. Remember, Kara, isn't allowed to touch either of them either."
So, Yukina and Kurama do what they're told and Shizuru and Keiko go to Kurama while Kuwabara goes to Yukina. I guess I have to go with him to make it all even.
I walk up behind him and jump up really high, managing to fasten my arms around his shoulders again. This kid is built like a tank. It's hard to believe that he's only 19. (In case you forgot, this is 4 years after the current YYH).
So, then, Hiei instructs us all to begin a forward march to the exit. He says that once we are all outside, he can speed us directly to the bank.
So, our tiny train of people moves outside. When he takes the first step out, he uses…something…but we all shoot forward about 6 feet in a second. That must be the speed portion of his amazing power. I find that I have suddenly been dragged outside. Automatically, I can tell that this is definitely our little Alken, although we're about two blocks worth away from it. Remember how I said it was chock-full of poisonous smog? Well, that smog has a very distinctive odor.
Hiei acts on his directional orders and all of a sudden, we're flying across the rooftops. I can't say how I know. Maybe it's because the air got that more toxic up here in the haze of it all and maybe because it's just so fun. It's not a sin to have fun. Even when we're going on a top-secret mission to break and enter.
Finally, we drop very quickly, and I receive a sharp tug from Hiei. "We're here."
I finally let go of Kuwabara (dropping about 3 feet in the process) and look up at the building. It's large, and stony gray, like a huge rock-hard shoebox. It has no windows, although I think that was a recent renovation. And it wasn't quite as stony as before. I take in my breath sharply. I can't believe it.
I walk up to the wall quickly, and stroke it, hitting it hard. I then walk up to the small metal doors. I realize that it's only a simple lock, easy to pick, but what do you know, my only lock pick was in the clothes that I wore and were stolen from me.
"I—"
Yukina summons her ice balls, and in the flickering light I can see that Kurama gives a violent motion of sealing my mouth.
What am I supposed to do? Oh yeah, sign language. I hate sign language, but what choice do I have? I point to the building, and then at me. I make the referee motion of "not allowed" and look at Kurama apologetically. Then, I mime throwing a whip at him. Did he say it (his rose whip) could break through everything and anything?
He shakes his head, and mimes talking. Oh yeah. He has to say it's name to make it appear. What a corny power. I shrug, What can we do?
Hiei walks right up to me and gives me a sword. I am reminded that I'm three feet taller than him. I nod in sarcastic thanks. He rolls his eyes. He mimics twisting it up in a keyhole.
A lock pick? Damn, that just might work, although I've never used something of this great size. I nod this time genuinely and take it from him. I walk up to the thick, iron metal doors and stare at the handles. No. The people don't have a keyhole here big enough for a sword.
I do the ref motion again. He huffs and takes it back. Kurama gives me an exasperated "Well?" sort of shrug.
I mime my tiny lock pick, and remember that it should still be in my old clothes. I point down at me, and do my best "clothing" impression. Seriously, it's just like playing charades with first graders. None of them got what I meant.
I roll my eyes, and walk over to Shizuru. She's a girl wearing pants. Go her. I grab the jean fabric, and point to my navy robe, making the ref motion. I point to her pants again.
Kurama somewhat gets what I'm trying to say. He mimes the lock pick, and puts it in an imaginary pocket, and points to Shizuru's pants. Shizuru has the funniest expression about her lower body being checked out. In case Kurama's getting the wrong idea, I point to my legs, saying that it was in my pants, not Shizuru's. Of course, he probably knew that, knowing him…
He nods, and takes off his backpack, dropping it on the ground with a heavy, dull thud. He opens the top flap and starts rummaging through it viciously. After several seconds, his hands make contact with what he was looking for, and he pulls out my jean capri pants. He holds them up properly and gives them to me. I take in the filthy sight of them. Blood practically covers the right leg of it, and they are torn in more places than when I got them.
Whatever. I am not here to judge pants beauty. I rummage through each pocket, and in the second one I search; I come up with the tiny little bit of metal framework from the bathroom. Also known as the lock pick.
I put down the pants (that sounds SO wrong), and go over to the door again. Yukina follows me so I can see. I jam my lock pick in the handle, and its width just grazes the size limit. I put my ear to the door to listen as I maneuver the lock pick to make it click everything and ultimately open the door. I hear many different mechanisms moving as I insert it in very carefully. Then, I hear a particularly loud click and, smiling, rotate the pick clockwise. I hear a switch get tripped inside.
Then, the handle becomes instantly mobile. But I don't dare open the door. I have no idea what's in there.
I motion for everyone to move to the sides of the door, so that when it opens, a flying squirrel doesn't shoot out or whatever other bullshit system they've created to prevent me from getting in.
Once they are all out of potential danger, I open the door, making sure that I stay behind it. I open it, and it makes no sound, not even the smallest creak. Man, they made this door really heavy…
Okay. It seems to be okay inside. But there may be a laser beam extending outward. Well, I can't take a chance. I'll use one of my signature moves. The decoy.
I pivot slightly and grab my beaten pants. Without hesitation, I throw them inside. Someone behind me gasps at this stupid move.
I hush them with a wave of my hand and wait. Then, I hear a slight burning sound inside, along with a whoosh of something. Perfect. I thought they might try this plan. When it finally stops, I listen carefully to see which side the whoosh is coming from.
I can definitely tell that it's coming to the right. I go inside, and nothing hurts me. I don't dare pick up the pants, though. They probably got fried.
I motion for everyone else to come in. I can't believe the police didn't see the flaw with that plan. They just had a motion sensor that would send a deadly laser beam raining down on the one who opened those doors. Well, what if the thief was toting some good old pants? Then what?
Then, the alarm starts screaming, making a deafening racket. It's so loud I can't even think. My eyes go in and out of focus. I have never in my life heard an alarm like this. It's ripping me apart…
Then, it (the alarm) shuts off almost instantly, a second later, but I am still reeling. With what little eardrum I have left, I can hear electricity crackling above me. I stare up. I can see something above me. He has a long black cloak…
Yep. Hiei stares down at me, and drops completely down, sheathing a sword as he goes, and landing perfectly on his feet. He glares up at me, a look that says, Were you ever going to shut it off?
He does his little "Hn," thing and walks right back out the door. "I'm sorry. Just waiting for your okay drove me to insanity."
"Don't talk!" I hiss, and then I realize I just broke it, too.
"Does it matter? Koenma already knows we're here. That alarm was a demon alarm. It's completely debilitating to humans. Koenma sent it. Hn. That happened a while back, remember, Keiko?"
She nods.
I look at Hiei, just standing there, completely calm. That guy is cool.I have to admit it. He's got the whole Bad Boy thing going and it suits him well. He'd make a fine partner in crime. Not that he'd ever help a ningen like me, but it would be so much easier to burglarize if he were around. If Kurama weren't Mr. Hair, I'd like to have him around too. How nice it is to have friends who beat you with whips and suffer under the delusion that they're samurais.
Figuring I've done my part, I motion for the others to come in. After the last one, Yukina, comes in, she shuts the door behind her. Kurama breathes and starts to talk.
"This is not good." Says Kurama.
"Why?"
"He found us even without our speech."
"That certainly sounds fishy." I say slowly, with no sarcasm.
"…"
"…"
Everyone else is pretty much silenced by that obvious comment. Kurama rolls his eyes. "Kara, have you ever even been down to the basement?"
"Of course! That's where they keep the vaults! Here, I'll show you where to go. Yukina, come closer, I need more light."
She does and I walk a few feet to the right. I point at the big map of the place, showing just how square it is, or appears to be.
"This map is for self-done tours." I say. I love not having to mime stuff! "Now, the first floor is shown because there's nothing special up here. We're on the first floor." I point viciously to a small spot of map that represents my party. "Now, to get to the vault—"
"The portal." Kurama says quickly, in case I've forgotten.
I roll my eyes extensively and get a glare of Yukina's light. "To get to the vault and the Spirit Portal, what we need is to get all the way up here…" I drag my finger up to a place that's miles above. The map shows an unsuspecting part of the bank. "…And we get to a hidden staircase. But, it's probably guarded now, because I used it last time and forgot to cover my tracks, so it'll be harder—"
"Hn. Hidden staircases are found most often in ningen mystery novels. Why would the system be implemented in one of your banks?" says the only person who ever says Hn.
"Because they've lost all their creativity, and expect to stop fools with that simple trick. But I am not a fool."
Hiei snorts derisively. "Hn. You were caught by us with ease, right?"
"Shut up! You talk very highly of capturing a defenseless teenager with two broken limbs and many bruises. That's not an easy capture. That's playing Shirley Temple at chess."
"Who the hell is Shirley Temple?"
I shake my head. "Like it matters. Here, I'll get us to it. But everyone has to know that if I say to stop, they have to listen. If not, we'll set off an alarm—a human alarm. People around the area—guards, usually—will come running. They always do. So, everyone stay behind me at all times. And also—wait, no. Kurama, you can talk now, so call up that Rose Whip. It'll make everything much quicker and easier."
"Okay, but are you sure you know what you're doing—Rose Whip!"
"You guys picked me to do your job, right? The least you can do is make sure I know how to do it." I huff. "Follow me."
I go down the corridor, not suspecting anything other than human threats.
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A/N I hoped you liked it! Whoo, this was a really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really—
(Hiei hits me over the head with shovel) Well, at least you kept me in character in this story. I nearly gagged at what you made me do in chapter 35 of what happened to my life. I just would not do that! Everyone knows that!
Me: Oh, shut up! There are far worse things you could have done! I could have made you into a slut!
Kurama: Ooh, slut Hiei…there's one we haven't seen before…
Hiei: Some of the things I said in there—
Me: Killed you? That was what I was aiming for.
Hiei: Bloody ningen filth!
Me: That's bloody ningen authoress. All-powerful bloody ningen authoress. I already killed Yusuke, why shouldn't I kill you?
Hiei: Not in this story, no! But you can always kill me in what happened to my life. I want to die in there.
Me: But that would be kind! Who do you think I am? Anyway, this was a really long chapter. Seven pages going on eight. R and R, if you would! And try my YU-GI-OH oneshot, I want to see if I really should create more chapters. Most people have liked it so far, but I want more opinions. So, pleasie?
Hiei: NO!
Me: Shut up.