Story: Change of Body
Ah yes. The fight. To tell you, this will go from serious to funny to sad. Don't ask me why. I felt like it.
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Chapter Twelve
Hiei's POV
It was the midst of battle. I hacked my way through a sea of gangsters with my fists, trying to check up on Shuuichi. Then I was hit.
I saw stars, nearly fainting. Someone helped me to my feet. I glanced up and gasped. "Yukina!"
She stood over me, worried. "Please, Miroku. Don't fight. You'll get hurt."
Yes, smart one, I'll get hurt. And I was "Miroku" too. I knew that she cared about everyone. I replied, "I have to do this."
She cried, "But you're not even part of the gang. I understand my brother's position—"
She had burst into tears. "I just . . . don't like fighting. I don't like people getting hurt."
Poor Yukina. I wanted to comfort her, but reminding myself that I WAS "Miroku", I turned away. Suddenly, I saw a masked man go up behind her. I called out, "Yukina –!"
Then I saw a crash. The masked person slumped to the floor, muttering, "Twinkle twinkle little star . . ."
I looked up. It was the idiot. I was saved by the idiot. I'm SO ashamed. Kuwabara cried out, "Yukina, my love! We are reunited!"
Then the buffoon jogged to the scene of the fight. "Hold on, everyone! Your savior has arrived!"
I grinned, then turned worried. "Are you okay, Yukina?"
She nodded, saying, "I'm begging you, please don't fight!"
I turned away again. "Get to safety. I need to fight."
She ran; muffled sobs could be hurt. I felt guilty, but turned back to the source of screams and dust. I spotted Shuuichi, murmuring, "Here goes."
*~*~*~*~ Shuuichi's POV ~*~*~*~*
I looked at the man who faced me. He whipped out a Swiss Army knife, panting, "If you give me a good time, baby, I'll let you off easy."
Horny bastard. I looked at my long, black hair, realizing that this homo thought I was a girl. Disgusted, I snapped, "I don't go with strangers, especially not ugly ones."
His eyes widened. "You're a guy?"
He dove towards me with his wimpy red knife, yelling. Feeling bored, I kicked him casually but hard, in his family jewels. He doubled over in pain as I rubbed my head in annoyance.
A voice snickered. "Annoyed, mutt-face?"
I turned around. Kouga. I said weakly, "You . . . traitor!"
He snickered again. I was in no mood for comebacks; fighting makes me really jerky. I snapped, "Wouldn't you be annoyed if people keep mistaking you for a girl?"
He grinned. "People with girly hair styles tend to get made fun of."
"Look who's talking."
He fingered his long indigo ponytail thoughtfully. "I act manlier, dog-boy."
I scoffed, "Right!"
He narrowed his eyes. "Enough chitchat. I intend to kill you and claim Kagome as my own."
I was, again, astonished. Kouga. I knew him in school! He wanted me dead. I didn't know people could be that insane about a girl. /Well/ I admitted, /Kagome is cute, kind, smart, almost perfect, I guess/
I cleared my head. All this . . . violence; this dust, this blood; it was driving me nuts. So far I didn't have any wounds yet, but so many people in our two gangs were fist to fist fighting, some reluctantly, some to the death, but all still fighting, and all getting hurt. Is this what Inuyasha's real life was about?
My thoughts turned to the orphanage. To Kagome. So many kind, willing people who liked Inuyasha. And all HE would think about was how his life "sucked." Why couldn't he be grateful for what he had?
I looked around. Miroku was whacking a guy's head with a broom (A/N a poor substitute for his staff, I'm afraid.). Hiei was zipping through a crowd, people falling as he touched them. Tears welled up. No one deserved this!
Kouga, who was ready to strike turned surprised. "You're crying, dog- boy," he taunted. "Is it too much for you?"
I yelled, "No way! Bring it on, ya Magi Wolf!"
He grinned. Suddenly he stopped breathing, turning into, as Inuyasha said, a virtual human tornado. He sped torwards me, a knife flashing in his hand. "Goodbye, Inuyasha!"
I closed my eyes. I hated fights, and giving up seemed a viable option. Everyone would die, anyways, right?
"Don't give up, Inuyasha!"
I looked up. It was Yusuke. Kouga had stopped, looking at me, then the "dimwit", whining, "Two against one is not fair!"
I narrowed my eyes. "Fighting for sport is not fair."
He sped torwards Yusuke, a tornado once more. Yusuke grabbed his shoulders, kicking his chin up, then stepping on his chest. As Kouga was down, I asked him, "Where's you learn that?"
He laughed. "A crazy old lady at Genkai stadium showed me after I balanced on this sharp needle for twelve minutes."
I stared. "Sounds weird."
He agreed, spitting out, "I got some business to take care of with my old buddy Sniper."
I sighed. More fighting. It was not right. "Then go."
He went, leaving me with an extra angry and recovering Kouga to take care of. I whispered, "We're just high school students. We're not supposed to face death yet." Then I remembered. /This is a gang, remember? They don't care a twit about age. You should grow up/
I punched the ground. Why were people acting like senseless adults? This was – literally – a war! People actually DIED!!! In our school! It felt . . . strange. Very strange.
Kouga wiped blood from his mouth, grinning. "Urameshi's gone? Good. I can take care of you now."
He pulled out a gun. "Now die!"
His hand tightened on the trigger. I heard a shout. "Inuyasha!!!"
I turned. It was Kagome. With Yoko.
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Apologies for making it short. I wanted two parts with the "war"
Sad, ain't it. Don't worry, it'll soon be back to the happy little high school. I don't know HOW it turned so serious, but it did. I just felt like writing a serious, warlike fight.
I'm also sorry for making Shuuichi sound something like a no-violence do- gooder reincarnation-of-Jesus type of person (I'm exaggerating here).
No flamers, please. Review!
Ah yes. The fight. To tell you, this will go from serious to funny to sad. Don't ask me why. I felt like it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*
Chapter Twelve
Hiei's POV
It was the midst of battle. I hacked my way through a sea of gangsters with my fists, trying to check up on Shuuichi. Then I was hit.
I saw stars, nearly fainting. Someone helped me to my feet. I glanced up and gasped. "Yukina!"
She stood over me, worried. "Please, Miroku. Don't fight. You'll get hurt."
Yes, smart one, I'll get hurt. And I was "Miroku" too. I knew that she cared about everyone. I replied, "I have to do this."
She cried, "But you're not even part of the gang. I understand my brother's position—"
She had burst into tears. "I just . . . don't like fighting. I don't like people getting hurt."
Poor Yukina. I wanted to comfort her, but reminding myself that I WAS "Miroku", I turned away. Suddenly, I saw a masked man go up behind her. I called out, "Yukina –!"
Then I saw a crash. The masked person slumped to the floor, muttering, "Twinkle twinkle little star . . ."
I looked up. It was the idiot. I was saved by the idiot. I'm SO ashamed. Kuwabara cried out, "Yukina, my love! We are reunited!"
Then the buffoon jogged to the scene of the fight. "Hold on, everyone! Your savior has arrived!"
I grinned, then turned worried. "Are you okay, Yukina?"
She nodded, saying, "I'm begging you, please don't fight!"
I turned away again. "Get to safety. I need to fight."
She ran; muffled sobs could be hurt. I felt guilty, but turned back to the source of screams and dust. I spotted Shuuichi, murmuring, "Here goes."
*~*~*~*~ Shuuichi's POV ~*~*~*~*
I looked at the man who faced me. He whipped out a Swiss Army knife, panting, "If you give me a good time, baby, I'll let you off easy."
Horny bastard. I looked at my long, black hair, realizing that this homo thought I was a girl. Disgusted, I snapped, "I don't go with strangers, especially not ugly ones."
His eyes widened. "You're a guy?"
He dove towards me with his wimpy red knife, yelling. Feeling bored, I kicked him casually but hard, in his family jewels. He doubled over in pain as I rubbed my head in annoyance.
A voice snickered. "Annoyed, mutt-face?"
I turned around. Kouga. I said weakly, "You . . . traitor!"
He snickered again. I was in no mood for comebacks; fighting makes me really jerky. I snapped, "Wouldn't you be annoyed if people keep mistaking you for a girl?"
He grinned. "People with girly hair styles tend to get made fun of."
"Look who's talking."
He fingered his long indigo ponytail thoughtfully. "I act manlier, dog-boy."
I scoffed, "Right!"
He narrowed his eyes. "Enough chitchat. I intend to kill you and claim Kagome as my own."
I was, again, astonished. Kouga. I knew him in school! He wanted me dead. I didn't know people could be that insane about a girl. /Well/ I admitted, /Kagome is cute, kind, smart, almost perfect, I guess/
I cleared my head. All this . . . violence; this dust, this blood; it was driving me nuts. So far I didn't have any wounds yet, but so many people in our two gangs were fist to fist fighting, some reluctantly, some to the death, but all still fighting, and all getting hurt. Is this what Inuyasha's real life was about?
My thoughts turned to the orphanage. To Kagome. So many kind, willing people who liked Inuyasha. And all HE would think about was how his life "sucked." Why couldn't he be grateful for what he had?
I looked around. Miroku was whacking a guy's head with a broom (A/N a poor substitute for his staff, I'm afraid.). Hiei was zipping through a crowd, people falling as he touched them. Tears welled up. No one deserved this!
Kouga, who was ready to strike turned surprised. "You're crying, dog- boy," he taunted. "Is it too much for you?"
I yelled, "No way! Bring it on, ya Magi Wolf!"
He grinned. Suddenly he stopped breathing, turning into, as Inuyasha said, a virtual human tornado. He sped torwards me, a knife flashing in his hand. "Goodbye, Inuyasha!"
I closed my eyes. I hated fights, and giving up seemed a viable option. Everyone would die, anyways, right?
"Don't give up, Inuyasha!"
I looked up. It was Yusuke. Kouga had stopped, looking at me, then the "dimwit", whining, "Two against one is not fair!"
I narrowed my eyes. "Fighting for sport is not fair."
He sped torwards Yusuke, a tornado once more. Yusuke grabbed his shoulders, kicking his chin up, then stepping on his chest. As Kouga was down, I asked him, "Where's you learn that?"
He laughed. "A crazy old lady at Genkai stadium showed me after I balanced on this sharp needle for twelve minutes."
I stared. "Sounds weird."
He agreed, spitting out, "I got some business to take care of with my old buddy Sniper."
I sighed. More fighting. It was not right. "Then go."
He went, leaving me with an extra angry and recovering Kouga to take care of. I whispered, "We're just high school students. We're not supposed to face death yet." Then I remembered. /This is a gang, remember? They don't care a twit about age. You should grow up/
I punched the ground. Why were people acting like senseless adults? This was – literally – a war! People actually DIED!!! In our school! It felt . . . strange. Very strange.
Kouga wiped blood from his mouth, grinning. "Urameshi's gone? Good. I can take care of you now."
He pulled out a gun. "Now die!"
His hand tightened on the trigger. I heard a shout. "Inuyasha!!!"
I turned. It was Kagome. With Yoko.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* +
Apologies for making it short. I wanted two parts with the "war"
Sad, ain't it. Don't worry, it'll soon be back to the happy little high school. I don't know HOW it turned so serious, but it did. I just felt like writing a serious, warlike fight.
I'm also sorry for making Shuuichi sound something like a no-violence do- gooder reincarnation-of-Jesus type of person (I'm exaggerating here).
No flamers, please. Review!