Title: How the flames of hell dance
By: InsaneOtakuNekoSamantha14433
Chapter 8
At the door was Hiei, standing in the rain, his hair soaked through. Yami opened the door and stood in the door way. "What?" she asked. "…Hn." Hiei said. "What do you want with me?" Yami asked. "…Hn. Kurama isn't home, and it's pouring outside, otherwise I'd find a nice tree to sleep in." Hiei said. "Suuuure…" Yami said rolling her eyes. Hiei glared at her. Yami sighed. "Fine, get in here." She said. Hiei stepped in, and Yami closed the door after him. "You're dripping wet all over the place…stay here for a second." Yami said. She ran off down the hallway, she returned shortly with clothing in her hands. (…She wears guys clothes too so don't think Hiei's gonna be wearing girl clothes.) "Here, put these on." Yami said. She pushed him down the hallway and toward the guest bathroom. "Hn…whatever." He said. He walked into the bathroom and changed. While he did so, Yami walked back into the kitchen to unload her groceries. She put the milk in the fridge, along with the eggs, she put the jello pudding mixes in the cabinet and the granny smith apples in the drawer in the fridge. Hiei walked out in a pair of black jeans and a White undershirt. His hair was spiked up again. (Even though I think if you throw water on his hair it'll just keep on standin.)
She pulled out a can of soup, and without even looking toward him said "I see you're dressed now." She opened the can and poured it in a pot, turning the stove on. She was still soaking wet from walking home in the rain, she shivered as the air came on full blast. She placed the pot on the stove and set the timer for 20 minutes. "I'm going to take a shower…don't get any ideas for one thing, and for two, feel free to watch TV but keep out of everything else." She said walking toward the other hallway that lead to her room. She walked in and closed, and locked the door behind her. She walked past her bed and into the bathroom where she closed and locked the door as well. She turned on the water, all the way up, and watched the steam rise from the shower. She turned on her radio again and placed Breaking Benjamin's We are not alone CD in the CD player part. And pressed play and shuffle, Breaking Benjamin's "Sooner or later." Filled the room.
I want a normal life
Just like a newborn child
I am a lover hater
I am an instigator
You are an oversight
Don't try to compromise
I love to love to hate it
I am not integrated
Just call my name
You'll be okay
You're scream is burning through my veins
Sooner or Later, you're gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw your life away
Driving me under
Leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw your life away
You're like an infantile
I knew it all the while
You sit and try to play me
Just like you seen on TV
I am an oversight
Just like a parasite
Why am I so pathetic?
I know you won't forget it
Just call my name
You'll be okay
Your scream is burning through my veins
Sooner or Later
You're gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw my life away
Driving me under
Leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw my life away.
Sooner or Later
You're gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw our life away
Driving me under
Leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw our life away
Throw our life away
Throw our life away
Outside in the living room
Hiei's POV
I looked at the TV set in bordem, the news was on and it was the same damn thing, deaths, devastation, maulestations, and all of the above. I stood up, and walked over to the kitchen table, where a black notebook was. Feeling curious, I picked it up and opened it. On the first page was a simple sunset, it looked like it had been drawn from the point of looking off a balcony with a large tree in front of it. The next was a vase of three red roses, on a table in front of an empty portrait next to a window. On the third was of human children playing on a playground, running around the blacktop, and hanging from the jungle gym. The next was a picture of Yuske, and that human girl I had captured when I was after the dark treasures. They were holding hands on the roof of the school. Yami did have an eye for drawing, and she was pretty good at it. The next was of Kuwabara with his Spirit sword out and pointed at the ground, as if he were running at the person who was looking at the picture. There was one of Yuske firing his Spirit gun in mid air, and the next was Kurama holding his rose to his face. She had only known us for a while, yet she could draw us as if she'd known us for years, or from what I've seen so far. The next was of Kurama with his rose whip around him, with rose petals flying around in the air.
The next bunch were of me, in various positions, I raised my eyebrow in response to her obvious obsession of drawing me. I actually smiled looking at the last picture, it was a picture of the time I had saved her from the blast of that demon Miko. I had got to hold her, and in my own personal opinion, it seemed as if she was made to fit in my arms. Woah woah woah…what the hell was I thinking? Admit it, you like her! I just caught you in the act! Said a voice in the back of my head. "I do NOT!" I angrily thought back. You just thought that she was made to fit in your arms…so you do like her. "Hn." I thought. (end hiei POV) The war raged between the voice and Hiei in his head. (No he is no Schizo…lol and it sounds like it's an epic battle between Hiei and the voice in his head, don't it? lol)
In Yami's room
Yami stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around her frail form. She walked out of the bathroom, and turned on the TV set to fuse. The music video for A perfect Circle's "Weak and Powerless was on" And she got dressed as she listened to it. (…Yes I must include lyrics I am bored and want more to type alrighky dokie…)
Tilling my own grave to keep me level
Drag another dragon down the hole
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren
One that pushes me along and leaves me so…
Desperate and Ravenous
So weak and powerless
Over you
Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom
Desperate and Ravenous
So weak and powerless
Over you
Pale angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
He promised I would find a little solace and some peace of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so
Desperate and Ravenous
So weak and Powerless
Over you
Desperate and Ravenous
So weak and Powerless
Over you
Over you
Yami was finished dressing by the end of the music video, she was wearing a pair of black pajama pants and a black undershirt that guys would usually wear. She looked at herself in the mirror and ran a brush through her hair, she left it down this time and walked outside her bedroom door.
Hiei was on standing near the kitchen table, the notebook was still on the table. Placed in the same spot it had been before. (He placed it back) She eyed him suspiciously for a second. Hiei stared at her in an aw fashion, (..not with his jaw dropped…just like….staring…ya know?...but without the hatred.) Yami didn't notice it, and walked past him and into the kitchen. The timer went off as she reached the stove, she turned it off and pulled the pot from the burner. "Hungry?" she asked. "Hn. I don't eat ningen food." Hiei responded. (Ningen- Human.) "It's not bad…and I'm sure it would make you feel a lot warmer from being out in the cold rain." She said pouring it in two bowls. "Hn." He said. She sighed in defeat. "Is that all you ever say?" she asked placing a bowl near him where he was standing at the table. "Hn. Maybe." He said sitting down in front of it. She smiled slightly and sat down across from him. She put her bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of her and sat down. They ate in silence.
When they were finished eating, she took their bowls and placed them in the sink. Hiei went to sit on the couch and flipped through the channels, letting it rest on the Blade movie. Yami took a seat at her art Easil next to the couch. She looked back at him and picked up the paint brush, drawing an outline of something that looked like him. "What is it with your obsession and drawing me?" he asked. "Y-y-you saw my sketch book?" she stuttered. He nodded. She blushed a bright crimson. "…I-It's something to draw." She said lying. She wouldn't actually tell him that she had a little crush on him and that he was all she could think about for the time being. She continued her painting, and it soon became to look like Hiei sitting on a stool, giving a cold glare in some other direction. A few minutes of silence passed before Hiei asked the question that had been bugging him since two days ago. "How do you know Suhi? And how did he come to…..violate you?" He choked out the last words with pure hatred. She looked at him for a second, and peered into his eyes. Her eyes showed nothing but sorrow, and were dark blue rather than icy blue. "…I used to live in Makai…but that was when I was searching for my mother…which is a different story…I had gotten into a fight with a band of demons…and I was injured…one day he found me walking down the road…and he took me into his castle and helped me regain full health...before it he was…sweet…and kind…but when I became healthy again, he said I had to pay him back…and I had to live at his castle and act as if his slave…he raped me because to him I was his "slave"……" she whispered the last part and looked away in shame. "I'm sorry…" he said.
A tear streaked down her face, and fell to the floor as a light blue gem. Hiei didn't notice, she looked back at him, with a fake smile on, but the sorrow could be seen clear as day in her eyes. "It's alright." She said. "…why the sudden change of character?" Hiei asked. "I only act cold and mean to people I don't know, or people I hate…people who aren't my friends." Yami said. "Than I suppose you consider me a friend?" he asked. She nodded. "Hey, did you ever get that cut treated for on your back?" Yami asked changing the subject. He shook his head. She waved her finger at him as if reprimanding him. He stared at her finger, going cross eyed. She put it down and said. "You should have treated it as soon as we got out of the castle, is it still there?" Hiei nodded. "Still looks like it was made yesterday." He added. She stood up and grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the kitchen. "Off with the shirt, I'm treating that wound weather you like it or not."
He complied, unwillingly, but none the less took his shirt off. She pulled out a first aid kit, and cleaned the dry blood from the wound with a white washcloth. "This may sting a bit…" she said putting peroxide on the cut on his back. He clenched his jaw. It was like some hell juice or something. "Here…bite on this." She said handing him a clean wash cloth to bite on. He did as she began to bandage the wound on his back. She handed his shirt back to him as he released the washcloth from his mouth. "Thanks." He mumbled. She nodded as a welcome and walked back over to her art easil. She began to work on the painting again. Hiei sat on the couch. "So…where's your family?" he asked. "…I don't think I have one. My mom is an assassin in Makai and I haven't found her…my father is dead…and I'm supposed to have a sister somewhere in Makai as well." Yami looked down. "Oh." Was his response. She picked up her paintbrush and finished the painting, when she finished she stood up and stretched, she put the paintbrush down, closed her paints, and waved a goodnight at Hiei, with that she walked out of the room and into her own, the bedroom door was right in front of the living room, so she didn't need to walk far.
When she got inside her room she grabbed for her CD player, she could feel the overwhelming sorrow well up in her chest cavity, she hated it, she wanted to cry, to scream, she began to remember things that had bothered her only when she was alone. She threw chevelle "This type of thinking could do us in." CD in her CD player, and blasted "Vitamen R". (Yes I include lyrics…but I'll interrupt the lyrics to show what she's doing.)
Some will learn, many do
Cover up or spread it out
Turn around, had enough
Pick and chose or pass it on
Buying in, heading for
Suffer now or suffer then
It's bad enough
I want the fear, Need the fear
Cause he's alone
He has become
He's alone
He has become
Yami looked at her desk, she knew she shouldn't get back into her old habit…but the voice of reason wasn't exactly working right now. She got up slowly, tears streaming down her face and opened the drawer in her desk. She pulled out a box, and opened it, inside lay a piece of glass, a paperclip, a razor, a few staples, a safety pin, and a knife. (Can you tell what her old habit was?) A few more tears streaked down her face, falling to the floor as light blue gems. She picked up the knife, inspecting it in the darkness. "I'm sorry daddy…" she whispered as she held her arm out and pressed the knife to her arm.
Well if they're making it
Then they're pushing it
And they'reLeading us along
The hastle of
All the screaming fits
The panic makes remorse
After all what's the point?
Course levitation is possible
If you're a fly Achieved and gone
There's time for this and so much more
It's difficult create a world
A special place of my designs
to never cope or never care
just use the key
cause he's alone
he has become
he's alone he has become
She looked at her arm, blood dripping to the floor from the many cuts and gashes on both of her arms. She dropped her head, letting her hair fall in her face. She held her head, as another voice awakened within her head, she stifled a scream as she heard the voice pick at the soft spots and fears in her brain. (No she's not skitzo…) Finally she couldn't hold it in any more and let a small scream escape her lips as she grasped her head, blood dripping down her arms and into her hair since her arms were pressed up against her head.
Well if they're making it
Then they're pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hastle of all the screaming fits
The panic makes remorse
Over and over a slave
Became over and over a slave
Became over and over a slave
Became over and over a slave
Well if they're making it
Then they're pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hastle of all the screaming fits
The panic helped before
Well if they're making it
then they're pushing it
and they're leading us along
like a cancer caused
all the screaming fits
the panic makes remorse
Their was a knock at her bedroom door. The voice had subsided, she stood up, and threw on her sweat shirt which was the closest thing that had long sleeves. She opened her door, and Hiei was standing there. "Hn…are you ok?" he asked. He looked at her eyes they were slightly red. She nodded and looked at the ground. "Why are your eyes red?" he asked. "…I just rubbed my eyes from sleep?" she said in an unsure voice. He rolled his eyes. "You were crying weren't you?" he asked. She looked away, a drop of blood fell to the floor from out of her sleeve. "You're bleeding…" he said. "So?" she asked. "He grabbed her arm and rolled her sweat shirt sleeve up. He stared at the cuts that could barley be seen among the mess of blood that was on her arm. "You moron…" he muttered. He pulled her out of the room and dragged her into the kitchen.
He sat her down and looked at the first aid kit that was still out. He pulled her sweat shirt off, he knew she wouldn't comply. "How could you do this to yourself?" he asked as he mimicked what she did to him early. She could see the concern in his eyes that he had been hiding for a while now. He cleaned the blood off her arms, but the cuts kept bleeding. He sighed and sprayed her arms with the baccine. She bit her lower lip as it started to sting. He grabbed the bandages that looked like white duck tape, and wrapped it around both of her arms. "Don't ever do that again, if you do one of these days you might die from bloodloss." He said. He glared at her. She winced under his glaring stare. "…Who cares if I die?" she asked. "…I would care." He said. "And Yuske would too." He added quickly so he didn't sound like he was the only one.
She looked away and stood up. She began to walk toward her room, he followed. "Oh no…I'm not trusting you alone again." He said. She ignored him and walked through her bedroom door, he followed inside and spotted light blue gems on the floor and on the bed. He peeked into her mind for a second. "You're a koorime." He said, it was a statement, not a question. She nodded gathering the gems and putting them in another drawer. "And you're half fire demon, half koorime, you have a jigon eye in the middle of your forehead and you have a sister." She said. "How did you know that?" he asked. "I kinda read your mind…sorry…" she said lightly. "Well stay out of my mind." He snapped. She nodded. "I would like to get some sleep now." she said. He nodded and left the room "No cutting…or I'll cut you myself with my katana which will hurt more than those." He said as he closed the door. She nodded and crawled under the covers, closing her eyes and going to sleep.
Outside, in the living room, he sat down on the sofa and sighed. "see that wasn't so hard now, was it? You let her know you care." The annoying voice in the back of his head said. "Shut it." He thought back. The voice complied and he closed his eyes, and fell asleep on the couch sitting up, as Blade 2 began on the TV.
end chapter 8
Bloody hell that was long!!!