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BTW, Kurama is a sophomore. Diana, Yusuke, Kuwabara, Yukina, and Keiko are freshmen. Hiei....he's a demon! On to chapter eight!
The Girl, The God, and The Demons
Chapter Eight: The Emerald Torment
"Why!?!" An angry voice rang through the early morning air. A black, dragon-like flame rose from a charred tree in the depths of a forest, silhouetted against the rosy dawn. Hiei, clad in a black sleeveless shirt, joined to black pants via two white belts, paced a clearing deep in 'his' forest, ruffling his spiky black hair in a frustrated manner. He sat on a nearby charred log, burning every living thing within his reach. He watched as the tiny insects writhed in pain, a look of bitter satisfaction on his face. I suppose I'll be easier on Diana...he began to think to himself. Suddenly, a voice in his head answered him.
Why be easier? Look at what she's done!
What has she done, though? It's not Kurama's fault that he's fallen head over heels... Hiei felt a stab of something which he vaguely identified as jealously somewhere in the region of his chest.
Just look at you, Hiei. That worthless ningen has made you a jealous fool! The voice in Hiei's head argued once again.
I'm not jealous! I-I-I....Hiei tried unsuccessfully to explain himself.
You are. Kurama was right. You are jealous, and it scares you. Why keep this feeling? Why not just take away the source? His head reasoned once more, sounding increasingly more rational than Hiei himself.
But...The source...That's....Diana.....
Yes, it is. Just do away with it.
But I can't! She....I'll get in trouble! Hiei tried frantically to make up an excuse for his weakness, although he knew the real reason.
You never cared before. Why do you care now? Are you becoming weak? An image of Kuwabara, draped in Hiei's black cloak, wielding a black dragon-shaped spirit sword, arose in Hiei's mind. He panicked and immediately pushed it away.
No! I will not be weak! I must... "She has to die!" He said out loud, a black aura surrounding him as he did so. He immediately bounded deeper into the forest, preparing to plan out his dark deed.
"...Now that I've seen you, I can never look away," Kurama sung to himself quietly, moving his head ever-so-slightly to the music in his head. A voice interrupted him.
"Are you even listening?" Yusuke asked, giving Kurama a skeptical look. The fox demon smiled.
"Nope." With that he returned to his humming. "...Now that I know you, I could never turn my back away," Yusuke looked at the normally attentive boy with disbelief.
"Kurama, do you want some advice?" The brown-haired boy said, beginning to turn his back as he spotted Keiko walking home.
"Not really," Kurama replied, still humming to himself. Yusuke acted like he didn't hear the response.
"Stay away from Diana." At this, Kurama snapped to attention, so abruptly that Yusuke stepped back a little, as if to protect himself. Kurama glared at him.
"Why? What's wrong with her?" he said, failing to keep the anger out of his voice.
"What's wrong with her? It's not her, it's you!" Yusuke said frantically, turning back around.
Kurama bristled indignantly. "Me?! What did I ever do, Yusuke?"
"Nothing! You haven't done anything since last week! Not even train! She's killing you!" he responded angrily, holding up his fists as if getting prepared to fight. Kurama ignored the unspoken threat.
"Well, Yusuke, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I think you should disregard any poison Hiei is feeding you," Kurama replied coldly, grabbing his red shoulder bag as he spotted a girl's skipping silhouette in the school's entrance. Yusuke followed his gaze and sighed exasperatedly.
"I thought you were the smart one, Kurama. In case you haven't noticed, Hiei hasn't been around since last week! You and Diana chased him away!" By now, he was raising his voice, attracting attention to himself as he abandoned all attempts to keep his temper in check. Kurama glared at him once more, his eyes livid with hatred.
"Neither Diana nor I chased Hiei away. His jealously alienated him," Kurama responded intelligently. Just as Yusuke opened his mouth to respond, Diana skipped up to them, moving her head to music coming from her headphones, her black shoulder bag banging against her side.
"What's up, homie G-doggies?" she said jokingly, smiling her goofy smile, oblivious to the hostile air. Yusuke glared at her as Kurama smiled. The confused girl looked from one boy to the other, and then shrugged, still listening to her music. She spotted a red Explorer pull up and grabbed Kurama by his red shirt collar. "C'mon, we gotta go!" Yusuke glared at the two; Diana flipped him off as she stuck her tongue out at Keiko, now beside Yusuke. The spirit detective watched as the two walked (although Diana skipped) to Shiori's car, instantly engaged in a talk about American alternative rock. He snorted derisively as he walked away, Keiko by his side.
"...and I was all, 'are you asking me out?' Then he said, 'so what if I am?' He even fuckin' winked! I was all thinking, hell no! He's just so weird! I mean, he-" Diana stopped herself suddenly, seeing Kurama's cold gaze. "What's up with you?"
"What was his name?" The sophomore asked seriously; Diana was flooded with disbelief.
"Why does it matter? It's not like you're going to beat the crap out of him or anything..." Kurama didn't respond, gazing seriously out Diana's window. "Geez, it's not that big of a deal! Anyway, if it was, I'd just take care of him myself." Kurama laughed quietly, and then put a hand over his mouth as he realized what he had done. "Yeah, you better be scared! What, because I'm a girl I can't fight? Wanna try me? Huh, punk?" she said challengingly. Kurama shrugged, trying desperately to drop the subject.
Diana, however, was angrier by the minute, and her temper was a dangerous thing. "You know what, you're pissing me off! You don't always have to be so damn protective! It's like, if I even look at someone funny, you're all jealous and shit! What the crap!"
She got up from her bed abruptly and continued ranting angrily to Kurama's sitting figure. "Just get out! I never get any homework done anyway! I don't even know why you want to 'help' me, when all you do is distract me! I mean, really! Use your fuckin' common sense!" Kurama nodded meekly and stood up, grabbing his unfinished schoolwork from Diana's unmade bed and began to leave.
She glared after him, and yelled, throwing a pencil toward his turned back, "Yeah, that's right! Run away! Flee from my mighty American wrath!" Kurama had had it; he felt his temper begin to rise.
Without thinking, he reached into his long, red hair and pulled out a throne-covered rose, much to Diana's bewilderment. He turned around, an angry fire in his eyes, and held the rose in his palm, infusing it with spirit energy. Diana's eyes widened and she backed as far away from him as possible, huddled with her knees against her chest, pressed against her closed window.
"You...Hair...Rose...What the fuck?!" She stammered, fear and confusion in her voice. Kurama closed his palm tightly, and, still running off of instinct, flung his hand through the air gracefully; his rose grew into a large lethal whip. He stared at Diana's cowering figure and smirked, making him seem angrier than ever.
"Well, Diana, where's your 'American wrath' now?" He waited for an answer, staring expectantly at her figure, which was fearfully trembling against her window pane. She stared into his normally calm eyes with her wide ones.
They were a raging green tempest, emotions swirling about, love mixed with hate, friendship with relationships; Diana was afraid, truly fearing (and with good reason) the whip which Kurama held in his hand. Oh no, oh no... I need to get away! Somehow...She thought frantically, looking around for some sort of escape, still unclear as to how she could think organized thoughts. Kurama noticed her discomfort and smirked wider (if possible). "I knew it. You can't do anything! I have complete control!"
Oh no, oh no...Diana thought, closing her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the end. Wait! A sudden thought popped into her head and she opened her eyes slowly, trying to overcome her fear.
She got up slowly, watching Kurama warily. Then, she decided to speak. "Fucker!" Diana opened her window quickly, ran out, and, once out of sight, climbed stealthily up the side ladder to her 'spot' on the roof.
She hid underneath some low branches for what seemed like (and probably was) hours, ignoring Shiori's concerned calls. As night approached, she felt her consciousness drift away, but resisted her overwhelming fatigue, afraid to be unprepared. She finally allowed sleep to overtake her, forgetting her fear as the full moon ebbed out of sight.
Kurama watched as Diana whipped out of her open window, not bothering to close it as she fled. Then, as soon as she left, he realized what he had almost done. I almost killed her! Over a stupid pencil! He thought, common sense reinstated. "Shit!" He said out loud, his whip reverting into a flower. I guess my cover's blown...He walked over to her disorganized desk and kicked it forcefully, causing a dent. A wooden sword that Diana had bought ages ago fell to the floor, getting a slight crack. As Kurama glared angrily at the chipped wood, he had a sudden idea.
Hiei felt a smart rapping on his tree, waking him up from his less-than-peaceful sleep. He glared down at whatever had disturbed him and was surprised to find Kurama standing there, looking as if he had run a long way. "Hiei..." he panted tiredly, looking up at the fire demon with a pathetic look. "I'm sorry!" Hiei snorted.
"I'll bet you are, Kurama." He suddenly disappeared, reappearing next to the fox demon almost instantly. "I don't know if I should trust you." Kurama shifted nervously. "Now, what do you want?" Hiei finished, looking (although his look suspiciously resembled a glare) at his disheveled friend.
"I-I need help. Tonight." He said hurriedly, giving Hiei a meaningful look, trying desperately to transfer his inner torment. Unbeknownst to Kurama, he already understood; he was suffering from the very same problem. The setting sun threw Kurama's face into shadow as he finished, "I need you to kill someone."
A/N: And so the real plot begins! BTW, if any of you are interested in Harry Potter, could you please read my story? It's called The All American Rebel. Thank you! Please review!