Seiko

Hiei was furious with Inukiba's actions and she ended up with a painful bruise on her face and one on her arm. Together, alone, they sat in a larger tent than the normal ones, but still cramped. Their bonds chained to a metal stake pounded into the ground. They were in a make-shift prison until they could get to a better one. It may seem like a pathetic way to punish a traitor, but, the water "sink" was just beside them but it was locked, only the guards could use it. This itself, was torture on the hot afternoons in a canvas tent.

The two sat opposite of each other, on either side of the tent. But they could still talk to each other through a mental connection the two shared when they decided to. Seiko sat closest to the the water tap, her short and spikey bubble-gum pink hair was now full with ox blood and dirt and looked faded and disgusting. Her bright green eyes were tired but she couldn't sleep inside the stiffling hot tent. Even if the water tap was useful, the water rations weren't permitting, especially to a freelance bearing Yomi's allegiance. But still, the two sat, quiet and too pre-occupied by the heat and thoughts of Inukiba's fatal fate at their full attention.

Inukiba looked accross to Seiko who was too busy playing with her boot buckle to notice anybody looking at her. The guards outside the little canvas flap were standing at attention and whispering sternly to each other. Their tone of seriousness didn't add any happiness to the already painful scene. All around them were guards with weapons and strict voices, stern expressions, and an angry all around attitude. But the guards offered some shade from the harsh heat now beaming down on them during the day. It was only making the fight more cruel to fight.

Outside the thuds of bodies falling off their cots in a fitful sleep grew more common, some may even be collasping on the floor from exhaustion. The occasional cry in the distance of agony, pain, suffering, and death grew very less occasional more rare as the dark night drew on. But it wasn't at all gone, never, was the death ever truly gone.

Hiei, sitting back in his tent, tended to the small gash accross his chest, cleaning it up with barely any water before bandaging it with the spare bandages he managed to procure. He did the best he could with the cut, wishing now, more than ever, he was back with his sister. Yukina would've healed it quickly for him, but now he was alone, with a pathetic army left after all his better soldiers started to disappear further into the fight.

"Do you think he's acctualy going to kill you, Inukiba?" Seiko spoke finally, in a somewhat quiet voice full of thought.

"Of course he is." Inukiba assured her in a dreadful tone, not wishing to be killed just yet.

"Maybe he won't...I mean...well..." Seiko couldn't think of a single loop hole and instead, turned her attention back to her boot buckle. Inukiba sighed and decided, since it was still dark and not nearly as hotas it was going to get, she would try sleeping again. Seiko did the same, with little success.

It was early morning when Hiei finally saw another being, Kurama. "Are you really going to kill her, Hiei?" Kurama spoke as Hiei rolled over in his cot and sat up, he hadn't sleep at all, but just lay there for the remainder of the night that he hadn't spent bandaging and rebandaging his chest in boredom.

"She betrayed the army and attacked her own General, she deserves a death penalty, just like everyone else. Save your breathe and stop trying to save her life, I'm not going to change my mind." Hiei growled at him as he got ready to leave the canvas tent.

"Then when are you going to perform the killing?" Kurama asked casually, as if talking about killing people was a normal subject, but it was getting to the point, that it was a becoming just a normal subject as lunch and dinner.

"Tonight, this evening, after I get back from the battlegrounds, where I suggest you go, quickly, Kurama." Hiei added, glaring up at him before exiting the tent by means of the flap they called a door.

Seiko awoke from her unsteady sleep and looked around curiously before her mind clicked back into normal speed and she remembered the prison tent. She moved her arm and sighed, the bonds on her wrists were starting to make the skin beneath abnormally sweaty and the metal was cutting into her skin, since the sweat made it a great deal softer to the touch. The stiffling heat of the afternoon had greated her and she turned to Inukiba and asked, "Did I really sleep into the afternoon?"

"I didn't wake you up because I thought you looked tired enough before." Inukiba answered, breathing in a deep sigh, as if hoping it'd cool her off to some extent.

It had been a while longer before they heard anything besides the two guards laughing with each other outisde. General Jaganishi was walking towards their tent and was speaking with the guards. Their voices turned back to a serious tone and they nodded, stepping aside and letting Hiei pass inside. He entered the hot tent and looked around before spotting what he was looking for, Inukiba. "I got off with killing people early, there wern't too many people around today. Perhaps they all respected the fact that someone was going to be slaughtered today, a prisoner"

"Are you ready to die, Inukiba?"

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