Sweet Dreams Are Made of These:
Summary: They thought the war was over, but they were wrong. Alongside our favorite fire apparition, Kiya will try to overcome depression, new responsibilities and a new foe who wants Kiya for...a sick science experiment? HieiKiya
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A/N: I believe a disclaimer is long overdue, no?
Disclaimer: Put those damn lawsuits away, I don't know nuttin bout ownin no YYH.
Just a word to the wise, writing does not come easily while one is chin deep in depression, but your reviews keep me going, so thank you. Look in my profile please!
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Previously:
"Actually, Kiya, you all have school tomorrow. I suggest you get some sleep."
Kiya was about to protest when a dark voice entered her mind.
"I doubt you will be doing any sleeping tonight."
Wide eyes, Kiya turned to gape at Hiei, who just turned to smirk darkly at her.
He had waited much too long for this, and now that he was back to his normal form, this girl would not sleep. It was time for her to become his.
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"Yukada-san." A voice from the doorway of his office interrupted the youkai lord's moment of apprehension. Only one person would have the courage to refer to him in such a casual way- and that was the person who was going to aid him in obtaining his power.
"Markusho-san." Mr. Yukada turned to gaze at the youkai entering his studies. Ah yes, he would make for a fine partner indeed.
Especially considering he knew much about the only remaining Elemental…the one person who was the most likely to ruin his careful planning.
That damned Water Elemental would not get in his way. Markusho would make sure of that.
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Chapter 7: Makai:
"Ah, I almost forgot. Here is your oar…" Koenma handed Kiya a small ring.
With an incredulous look, Kiya scoffed. "Two things: one, I don't need an oar, I can fly. Two, this is a ring…"
Koenma sighed and Kuwabara smirked. "Not the sharpest drawer in the knife, are ya, buddy?"
"…You're a dumbass, Kuwabara." And with that, Yusuke sent a hand barreling towards the oaf's face. Said oaf's kisser soon met the floor.
"The ring is simply a device to help you conjure the oar and soon you will no longer need it. You need the oar because it is your 'portal creator' between the three worlds. Being a spirit guide, you will need to be able to access all of them."
Kiya gazed once more down at the ring. It was a silver band to her relief, for she never wore gold, and held a simple blue sapphire right in the middle. It didn't match her opal necklace, but oh well. "How fitting," she mumbled, referring to the stone's color.
"Hiei will teach you how to get to the other worlds. But, if you are in any world for too long, I will send people after you. This is not a joke or a temporary 'fun time', this is serious and I will no longer be lenient."
Kiya stood stock straight and put her hand to her forehead in a salute. "Aye, aye, cap'n." Upon seeing Koenma's un-approving look, Kiya lowered her hand and said seriously, "I understand."
Koenma eyes the ring in Kiya's hand. "Why don't you try it out?"
Kiya placed the simple ring on the middle finger of her right hand and willed to oar to show. It did, catching Kiya off guard for she didn't expect it to work, therefore she nearly dropped it. Swinging the wooden paddle around, Kiya smirked as Kuwabara began to raise himself from the ground.
Looking straight forward as to try and act sly, Kiya smacked Kuwabara on the head with the thick end of the oar. Once again, Kuwabara's lips met the floor.
"Works for me," Kiya snickered. Hiei smirked at her antics, albeit it was unseen to everyone.
Koenma nodded, then silently summoned a portal back to Ningenkai.
As the many occupants of Koenma's office began to file out through the recently summoned portal, Kuwabara rubbing his sore cranium, Kiya turned to see Kurama holding back. She stopped and walked to him.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, no," Kurama paused as he met Hiei's watchful eyes staring at him and Kiya. With an assuring nod on the kitsune's part, Hiei reluctantly stepped through the portal. He would have to ask the redhead what this was about later…but in the meantime, he had things to prepare.
Once seeing that Hiei was all the way through the portal, Kurama returned his green gaze to Kiya and held an open palm to her.
Kiya's eyes fell from Kurama's own to his open hand. There, resting in the middle of Kurama's pale palm, was a necklace.
Upon the silver chain was a carefully cleaned gem, gleaming back at the girl with an oddly possessive existence. The gem was about the same size as her opal was, the opal she had received as a gift from her late parents. However, instead of being in the shape of a tear, as the opal was, it was nearly a perfect sphere. Now, where had she seen something like this before?
"Kurama…what is-" Her sentence died in her throat as realization dawned on her. No…impossible.
The red haired teen chose that moment of silence to explain. "It was shed when we had thought you were lost to us forever. I thought it necessary that you should have it, it was made for you after all." In a brotherly gesture, Kurama stood behind Kiya and linked the necklace around her neck, pulling her hair out of the way.
Her mouth held open in silent awe, Kiya fingered both her new necklace and her old one, raising them before her eyes to stare at them.
"Kurama," Kiya mumbled her friend's name, not taking her eyes from Hiei's tear gem. "Thank…thank you so much."
Kurama smiled warmly. "Anything for a friend. Oh, and Kiya," Only then did Kiya rip her eyes from her new possession to gaze quizzically at the kitsune. "Please attempt to keep this a secret. I would appreciate keeping my head attached to my shoulders for a while longer."
Kiya chuckled, knowing as well as Kurama that if Hiei found out Kurama had given her the only proof that Hiei had ever cried, heads would quite literally roll, no matter to whom they once belonged. He was way too egotistical to ever admit he had done anything remotely 'human'.
After reluctantly placing the beautiful gem behind the protection of her shirt, Kiya looked back up at the legendary thief. "Thanks so much." Then, placing a finger to her lips, Kiya whispered darkly, "I wont tell if you don't."
With that, the blue haired girl disappeared through the portal, off to find the object of her thoughts.
Kurama, however, paused.
Such an interesting kit. She will make the Jaganshi quite happy.
Indeed, And with that small conversation within his memories, Kurama too entered the portal back to Ningenkai.
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"Kiya, where you goin? We were gonna meet Keiko, Yukina and Shizuru at your apartment." Yusuke's voice caused Kiya to pause on her way out the front door of Genkai's temple.
Shit, she had wanted to make it out of there quietly; both to escape her friends and her crazy Hiei…who seemed to be M.I.A. as of currently. She hoped it would stay that way long enough for her to run an errand, because according to the way Hiei sounded earlier, she would probably have no time at all later in the day to do anything.
Of course, Kiya, being a teenager, knew exactly what Hiei had been implying when he told her she was not going to be getting any sleep. The thought sent shivers down her spine.
"I…uh…gotta do something." She mumbled.
"Oh no you don't. You're coming with us." Kuwabara tried to intercept Kiya's path, but froze in his spot once receiving the chilling death glare from Kiya. The death glare that had obviously enhanced in intensity since Kiya had been acquainted with Hiei- el Kingo de Glares.
"Move…or die." The small girl growled.
With an 'eep', Kuwabara slid out of Kiya's way and watched her nervously as she made her way down the steps of the temple, then took off into the air, towards whatever her destination was.
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Kuwabara was damn lucky he moved, Kiya was much too anxious to get where she needed to be to deal with his stupidity.
She needed to visit someone. Someone she hadn't seen in a good while.
So, taking to the skies, Kiya flew swiftly and purposefully, careful to fly high enough to evade ningen eyes, yet low enough to avoid the thin atmosphere of the sky's upper layers.
Nothing, in Kiya's eyes, could ever top the feeling that flying installed in her. Nothing other than being in water, but that felt incredible for a whole other reason. No, when flying, Kiya felt like she could escape everything; she could just be alone, reveling in the fact that she was able to do what so many wished they could do. She felt special. Looking down at the world beneath her, she felt like she had a little extra…than of course she remembered exactly what she was and she realized that she had quite a bit 'extra'.
Eyeing the ground carefully, for she had not been blessed with incredible eyesight, Kiya was able to make out her destination and the familiar batch of trees just across the street. With haste, Kiya lowered herself into the trees, landed on the ground, then walked out of the small forest across the street and into the area she so sorely missed.
Maneuvering herself around the various subjects, Kiya finally found the one she was looking for. A faint smile graced her lips as Kiya sat down next to her chosen stone and leaned her head against it lovingly.
"Hey, Rob."
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"I'm not granting Kiya permission to go there unless you tell me why you want her to take you to Makai!"
"Hn." Hiei was quickly losing patience with the small ruler. He didn't have time for this- his inner youkai was growing impatient.
"That's not an answer," Koenma continued to dig his grave, "I'm in charge and I need to know why you need to go to Makai. Kiya has to go to school tomorrow!"
"It's none of your concern. I will have her back before tomorrow…" If she has the strength to return. That thought caused raw excitement to course through the koorime. The damn toddler better let him take her to Makai now!
"Hiei! I wont ask you again! Why-" Koenma was silenced as cold metal was pressed against his jugular. So, back to that again, were they?
"And I will not repeat myself. I suggest, if you desire to keep your head," Much to Hiei's annoyance, he was interrupted.
"Fine! Kami Hiei, I'm just trying to keep my dignity! Have her back before eight o'clock tomorrow."
"Hn." Hiei sheathed his katana. In an instant, Hiei was gone yet again, off to retrieve his charge. However, he left one parting message with the toddler ruler. "I will return my mate when I see fit."
Koenma rested his elbows on his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I just can't win…"
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Rob had always listened to her; and now was no exception. He listened silently as Kiya unveiled the past weeks occurrences to him, ending with proudly presenting to him the necklace given to her by Kurama.
"Hiei never cries…but," Kiya leaned her back against the graying tombstone and held the black gem in front of her eyes. "he did for me."
The now hair-hidden tear shaped mark next to Kiya's right eye began to glow with a faint blue hue. Then, almost oddly spontaneously, it began to rain. There had been no thunderclouds when Kiya had arrived in the graveyard, and now the sky was ridden with them, casting a grayish shade over the Earth.
Kiya had summoned her Element to share this special moment with her. The fat raindrops fell affectionately onto her upturned face, the surrounding drops even changing their course, just to make contact with their master.
As water always had, upon contact with her skin, the raindrops created a small tingling sensation. Holding a palm out pointed toward the dark sky, Kiya successfully caught five eager drops in her hand and shuddered at the tickling feeling they created.
Kiya brought her hand to rest right in front of her face, then, watching the drops intently, she began to make them 'dance'. The drops materialized into their own small clear spheres and began to slowly roll around on the surface of their owner's palm. They each traveled up to the tip of each of Kiya's fingers, then fell back to mingle with each other in the center of her hand.
A faint smile rested upon Kiya's lips. Perfect moments such as this were only so common in her ever hectic life.
"What strange weather we have in Kyoto." A low voice mused, coming from Kiya's right.
Stifling a flinch of surprise, her hands glowing blue with instinct- wanting to turn the intruder into a puddle, Kiya immediately ceased the movement of the water on her hand and hid the appendage at her side. She turned to glare at the imposing patron, to find that he was a rather normal looking, bald, burly man.
This man, having no hair, was holding an umbrella over himself, protecting the nice business suit he adorned. He was standing about 10 feet to her right, staring not at her, but straight off into space. On his face was a pair of dark glasses.
"Obviously," She muttered, trying to assess the man next to her. Something about him was just a bit off, but the effect her wondrous water was having on her senses dulled her ability to sense ki.
The man slowly turned to look at her, a small smile gracing his angular features. His glasses were too dark to allow Kiya to see this rude man's eyes.
"Visiting family?" The man asked harmlessly, motioning towards Rob's tombstone.
Kiya patience with this man was wearing thin; she just wanted to be alone, was that too much to ask?
"Nope, I'ma catch myself a ghost." Dumbass. Go away, you old man.
The man seemed to stare at Kiya for a moment, before breaking out in a low chuckle. "Oh, child, you are too precious."
"You're starting to creep me out dude," Kiya stood from her position on the ground to glare at the tall man. For the moment, this was her area, so if this guy knew what was good for him, he'd leave.
Kiya was just a tad bit territorial.
The stranger processed Kiya's dark look and was wise enough to stop laughing. He held a well moisturized hand out to her. "My name is Mr. Yukada."
"Your mom, now beat it."
The man lowered his hand, nodding to her in acknowledgement. He knew when he was no longer welcome. "Well, it was nice to meat you, mother." With that, the man who called himself Mr. Yukada sauntered off, an odd grin on his face.
Kiya shook her head after the man, watching him exit the cemetery. There was something about him…
Mr. Yukada smirked to himself as he rounded the corner of the street alongside the cemetery. Yes, that girl had been much too precious. Such a shame she won't be around much longer.
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Kiya turned back to Rob and kneeled in front of him. "I will come back. I love ya, Rob." Kiya kissed her fingertips and pressed those fingertips to Rob's name. With that, Kiya rose and began her journey down the street to her apartment; choosing to walk because she just didn't feel like trying to fly without being seen. Plus, it wasn't that far.
The rain beat down on Kiya's relaxed form as she continued down the darkened street, ningens with their umbrellas casting odd looks on the soaked girl.
Her black shirt was completely soaked by the time Kiya got home, her blue hair plastered to her face and shoulders. Digging through her jeans pocket, Kiya felt the silver key that had remained unused for a while and stuck it in the familiar key slot.
Opening the door to her home, Kiya smiled. Everything was where she left it…on the floor. Eh, she wasn't the greatest house keeper, so what?
Immediately, Kiya shed her soaked clothing and walked to her room in nothing but her undergarments to find a pair of shorts. She planned to just relax tonight, and hope that Hiei forgot about his little 'promise'. It was about time she got to be alone.
So, flinging her clothes around in her closet, Kiya finally located her favorite pair of black and red trimmed shorts and pulled them on. Her black bra was still wet, but she didn't feel like attempting to reach her dresser amidst the 'abyss' she deemed her room.
So, Kiya sauntered out of her room, humming a tune quietly. Her damp hair was continuing to get her body wet, so using one of the many hair ties on her wrist, Kiya pulled the long blue mane up into a high ponytail.
It was like that; her hands in her hair, her eyes closed, skin wet and chest pressed upwards that Hiei found her.
Oh sweet Kami, the world was trying to keep him from making it to Makai before he…
A deep groan startled Kiya and caused her to look up. It was Hiei- staring intently at her still soaked body. His fists were clenched.
Kiya pressed a hand to her heaving chest, her breathing ragged. "Kami, Hiei, do you have to be so damn quiet?"
Hiei ripped his eyes from his intended's body to lock eyes with her, causing her to catch her breath.
Look away Hiei. You don't want to start anything early…wait until you get to Makai.
With another groan, Hiei was suddenly pressing Kiya against the wall, every inch of her damp body pressed against his, skin to cloak. Hiei's nose immediately dove to Kiya's neck and his hands hovered above her body, his claws flexing in obvious restraint.
"Get dressed," Hiei growled into Kiya's ear, his hot breath tickling her, "We're leaving."
With that, Hiei tore himself from Kiya's area, flitting into her living room as to keep his impatient claws out of her…for the time being. Kiya however, remained against the wall, her blue eyes on the spot where Hiei once stood.
Then Kiya registered what the oddly behaving fire youkai said. "What- leaving? Why?"
"Just get dressed," His voice sounded incredibly strained. "Get your sais as well."
"Okay…" Kiya realized now wasn't the time to 'disobey'. Kiya returned to the 'abyss' to rummage through its depths for a shirt. She settled on a simple red tank top and put it on over her now slightly damp black bra. She didn't even bother changing out of her shorts, figuring that if she was bringing her sais, she should be able to move for whatever reason.
The one object that she made sure was easy to find in her room besides her journal Blaze was her sais' holding belt, complete with both dark blue weapons.
Tying the belt around her waist, Kiya walked back out to her living room to see Hiei standing by her window, looking straight at her. Kiya swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Where we goin'?"
"Makai," With that Hiei turned to the window and opened it.
"Makai? What the hell for?"
"Hn."
It was obvious she wasn't going to be getting an answer. Whatever. She was bored and needed something to do anyways. Screw school tomorrow.
Shrugging, Kiya walked over to Hiei to stand next to him, and her eyebrows rose when Hiei visibly tensed.
"I suppose we're taking the oar," Kiya stood up on the window sill and stuck her right hand outside, summoning the oar and grasping it. "Koenma said this was okay, right?"
Hiei nodded curtly, not even looking at her. Okay, this was starting to piss her off.
"I don't know how to drive this damn thing," Kiya said, placing her rear on the thin stick. She yelped when she almost fell, but managed to catch herself. The oar swayed beneath her, as if threatening to drop her one story. "So if we fall to our deaths on our way to Makai, I apologize…"
Kiya was just joking, but by the way Hiei's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched and his fists shook, she figured he didn't find her brining up their deaths very funny.
So, positioning herself until she was comfortable, she looked at Hiei. All aboard.
She expected Hiei to sit behind her- but this was Hiei, so instead of sitting down, he stepped weightlessly onto the back of Kiya's oar- on the paddle.
I'm gonna laugh if he falls… Because she didn't have to worry about him dying if he fell. Again, this was Hiei. "Alright, master, you're supposed to teach me the ways of the oar. How do we get to Makai? And let's hurry up before someone shows up." Yeah, how do you explain two people on a floating oar outside an apartment building? You can't.
A warm hand rested upon Kiya's shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. She looked back at Hiei.
"Fly to the west. When I say, grip the oar tightly and I'll take care of the rest." Hiei's eyes returned to staring forward, and his hand removed from her shoulder.
What the hell was up with him?
Shrugging, Kiya focused on trying to get the damn piece of wood to move. No one explained to her how to do this. It couldn't have been harder than flying, right? So, closing her eyes, Kiya focused on the same thing Genkai had told her to focus on when teaching her how to fly- a bright orb rising. But, instead of a blue orb, she envisioned the oar…rising…
Mistake. The oar lurched forward, causing Kiya to fall forward and hug the thin stick with all she had. Gazing over her shoulder, she saw with annoyance that Hiei was still in his upright position, his arms behind his back and his eyebrows slightly raised.
Snorting at his coyness, Kiya up righted herself and was about to attempt again when suddenly she froze. She had felt Hiei kneel behind her, one of his knees on each side of her and his hands resting on her upper hips. She couldn't help the shiver that traveled through her at his seemingly innocent touch- however, nothing was innocent with Hiei. Either it served a purpose, or it was not worth doing at all; and Kiya guessed the purpose in this case was to get her to stop moving…it worked obviously.
Hot breath tickled the hairs behind Kiya's ear and she noticed with painful acuteness the heat covering her left shoulder, indicating that Hiei's face rested right above her skin.
"I will teach this to you at a later time. Right now, however, we have somewhere to be." With that, Kiya felt Hiei's mind gently clamp over her own, causing her to retain consciousness, but she no longer had control over the actions of her body. Kiya began to panic…did Hiei really know what he was doing?
Her unease was soon removed by the gentle caress of Hiei's mind to Kiya's- reassuring. "Relax,"
And with that, they were off, Hiei expertly steering the oar off into the sky. Soon, they would be in Makai…
…soon they would…Hiei could feel his claws lengthen in anticipation, yearning to sink into Kiya's flesh and a sadistic display of affection.
Now, now, Hiei. Such thoughts should be held off until you reach Makai- lest you lose concentration.
How about you warn me next time, hot-shot? Kiya scoffed in her mind, not entirely mad at the koorime for taking over her body…the experience was oddly intimate.
"Hn." Hiei had felt rather than heard her reaction to his sudden control and smirked to himself. You don't know intimate yet, little one. He was sure to hide that thought from Kiya- he didn't want to scare her…yet.
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Leaving his apartment, Yusuke walked the five feet across the hallway separating his and Kiya's living quarters and knocked loudly on her door.
"Hey! Small Fry! Lemme in…" He held up a large box of pop-tarts in front of the peep-hole, in case she was looking out of it…though he doubted she could reach it. "I've brought snacks! Most Haunted's on tonight!"
The detective frowned at the lack of an answer and knocked again, louder. "Open up, loser! I'll break the door down!"
"I'm afraid Kiya's not in at the moment, Yusuke."
The greasy haired teen squealed loudly and spun to stare wide-eyed at Kurama, hand on his heaving chest. Kurama simply gazes at him, an amused glint in his eyes. "Sweet Kami, Kurama! How can you be so damned quiet?"
Yusuke's face fell when an image of a silver-clad kitsune rose in his mind. "Don't answer that….What are you doing here?"
"I simply came to inform you that there's some youkai activity downtown. Apparently they ambushed a nightclub."
"And Koenma sent us to go take care of the poor suckers."
"Hai."
Yusuke shrugged. At least now he had something to do. Good thing he was Ti-Vo-ing Most Haunted. (1)
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Kiya could do nothing but watch in wonder as Hiei somehow managed to control the oar and take them through the barrier between the worlds and into the barren, red-hued world that was Makai. However, the redness was now more of a deep maroon due to the rapidly descending darkness; claiming the far-reaching land into the night.
It seemed that in order to get to Makai without the help of Koenma's portal, one needed to steer through a precise rift in the barriers between the worlds, using the power of the oar to allow passage- one reason why the oar was necessary. Said rift also happened to be miles above the Earth's surface- hence another reason why the oar was a handy tool indeed.
Hiei kept control of Kiya's body with the use of his concealed Jagan to land them both amidst a deep grove of seemingly uninhabited trees; until the Elemental's feet were firmly on the ground. Hiei removed his hands from Kiya's person and stepped lightly off the paddle of the oar. Returning to herself, Kiya spun to glare at Hiei.
"What the hell was that? You can't just control someone whenever you feel like it!" Kiya felt rather sheepish, knowing that if Hiei hadn't taken control, they probably would've gotten either lost or horribly maimed.
Hiei did not answer.
Instead, he suddenly crouched low to the ground, his eyes glinting in the darkness and his fangs slightly revealed in a feral snarl.
Kiya's eyes widened. This can't be happening again…
Obviously hearing Kiya's thoughts, Hiei growled.
"One."
Adrenaline began pouring into the teenaged girl's system. Her body knew what was coming, yet her mind dismissed the fact. There was no way this could be happening again.
"Two," His voice was a low, husky groan. If she didn't run soon, he would take her right now- that frightened look on her features and the scent of her fear in the air was enough to send his animalistic instincts into a restrained frenzy.
No…he had to do this the right way. He would make this special- he would carry this out as it should be carried out.
First, as was in all Youkai mating ceremonies, the female had to prove herself a worthy bearer of the male's offspring. Then the male would prove to the female his worth in a small spar; basically a chance to show off his talents- his power.
He would finally be able to prove that he was loved, that the cursed title bestowed upon him by the frozen hearted women from the Koorime Island had been horribly wrong.
That he was not Forbidden.
However, they might never get to that part if Kiya chose to stand there all night- unmoving-scared shitless.
GOD DAMNIT KIYA! MOVE!
Hiei seemed to smirk, but it was lost as his mouth formed, "Two and a half."
And Kiya was gone.
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"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit," The mantra escaped the trembling lips of the flying Elemental. This wasn't like any of the previous chases; Hiei was not testing her speed nor was he playing with her…
…the crazy youkai was really going to do something to her! And while she didn't know what it was, she knew she didn't particularly want to find out.
So in and out of the large Makai trees she wove her body, the adrenaline adding to her speed.
Then she felt him gaining on her from behind.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit," He would've caught her by now if he wanted to.
It was then that Kiya noticed the small presence in her mind, gently guiding her to a location she knew nothing of. It was Hiei! He was chasing her to get her to some godforsaken place?
Well, as long as he left her somewhat unharmed, she wouldn't complain.
Unharmed as in the…marking, claw-digging, lip biting way. That wasn't just danger she saw in Hiei's eyes…
Kiya shuddered at the thought of the complete undeniable hunger lurking within the depths of his crimson orbs. For the love of Kami, she was sure it was in her own eyes, innocent in its naive reactions. Hiei had undoubtedly dealt with women before- he was old…and a looker, there was no doubt that Hiei was no longer…innocent. Kiya however was a virgin and although she had heard a lot of nasty stories from the whores at her school about the way the 'world went 'round', there was much she could only imagine about.
The presence in the back of her mind flared slightly and Kiya refocused to see what Hiei wanted to see.
A small clearing was ahead- and Kiya could feel rather than hear the call of water ahead.
A waterfall.
What was her hot little fire youkai planning?
You poor, dense fool.
Well if you're so goddamned smart, why don't you help me!
Because I'm enjoying myself.
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Hiei flitted in and out of the trees behind his speeding Elemental; her raindrop scent trailing behind her form and teasing his senses. He made sure to hold himself back, gently guiding his koi to his destination…the place where it would take place.
He felt her notice the fact that he was in her mind and took pride in the fact that she no longer tried to remove his presence like she used to. Just one more step towards the final stage of them finally becoming as they should be.
The fire koorime had never wanted something so badly…never desired something with his very being, his very essence. When Kiya was around him, even his ki would reach out to soothingly caress hers, unbeknownst to her- which annoyed him somewhat. Kami, how he wanted her to return his minds caress', in a simple contact of the utmost intimacy- and she would be able to soon. Just as easily as Hiei could enter her mind, Kiya would be able to enter his.
The process through which this would all become possible was the one thing Hiei was the most…excited about. Just the thought of his Kiya beneath him, squirming and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she gasped his name was enough to make his lions tighten in anticipation. A growl reverberated off the trees around him, no doubt reaching Kiya.
Her ki's fear spiked and once she reached the clearing, Hiei signaled for her to stop.
Kiya was way ahead of him, jumping onto the ground and turning around swiftly, grasping both her sais and bringing them out in front of her body, taking a battle stance.
"I'm not fucking running anymore, you sadistic youkai. I'm tired of your games- now you will tell me right now why the hell you brought me to Makai!" Hiei calmly landed and walked out of the shadows provided by the tall trees surrounding the clearing.
His head was lowered, his eyes covered by the curtain of black hair that fell before them. He stopped walking four feet before he reached Kiya.
Kiya inhaled a shuddering breath, but refused to allow her glare to falter. "What do you want?"
For a pregnant moment, all was silent. All was still.
Until Hiei started to shake. If Kiya hadn't known any better, she would have thought he was crying.
But no, Hiei was not crying.
He was laughing. As if her question were the most ridiculous- obvious thing she had ever uttered. Which of course pissed her off even further.
A smirk graced the only of Hiei's features Kiya could currently see, his smooth mouth, and a dark chuckle sounded through the air. Her sweet anger reached Hiei and his nostrils flared in appreciation. Her scent was positively delicious when she was angry.
Kiya stopped breathing when Hiei's face slowly lifted and his eyes met Kiya's.
There was no laughter in his eyes; only fierce determination amongst the swirling purples and crimsons.
The hair on the back of Kiya's neck stood stock straight at Hiei's next word.
"You."
And Kiya knew, right at that moment, what Hiei's intentions were.
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It was then that Kiya processed the dark look in Hiei's eyes. She had known from the beginning he wasn't even trying to fight her, rather he was simply trying to get her to fight him. This was a test, to see what se could do and it was obvious to her that Hiei was enjoying this a bit more than would have been considered normal. This little spar…was arousing him.
Kiya chuckled to herself. She would hit Hiei at least once, come hell or high water, just to appease her ego. And she knew just how to do that.
This was going to be fun.
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"Yukada-san," Markusho walked into Mr. Yukada's closed study, keeping the door open behind him. "The Water subject has been finished."
"So, we're ready now?"
"Of course. Feast your eyes, partner." With that, Markusho stepped to the side, his right arm sweeping towards the open doorway. Four figures emerged. "Unfourtunately, little miss Water here is a shell. Because the girl is still alive, there was no soul left in the Water familiar to put into her…"
"It will do. As long as we can get it to obey."
"Without a problem."
"Lovely."
Markusho chuckled a deep, maniacal rumbled, placing his arms around the shoulders of the small, blue haired girl next to him. The girl stared straightforward, her deep silver eyes showing absolutely nothing- for she was nothing.
A blue tear-shaped marking next to the girl's right eye glowed slightly. She was just a copy. A copy created for one purpose; to conquer.
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(1): I do not own the Ti-Vo system nor do I own the show Most Haunted (but I do love them!)
Dane Cook is a God! That is all.
Oh, and get your fans and air conditioners ready for the next chapter cause it's gonna be HOT! (but it wont be out for a while because I'm going on vacation for 2 weeks.)…so much for no A/N's. Heh.. My next story will be a Youko fic, and I hope it does well. If you'd like, I'll post the first chapter…just let me know.
-Kendra a.k.a. Toxic Mist
Don't knock on death's door…ring his doorbell and run…he hates that!