Satori-sama: Hm, not much of a beginning thought for this chapter. Go on, read. It wont bite you, at least, I think it wont bite you. Reviewing wont hurt you either. (pets her pet dragons Nazo and Mokushi). Nazo and Mokushi on the other hand... Just kidding, they wouldnt hurt a makai insect. Anyway, Hope you like this chapter!!!
Chapter 4: Assignment Number 1
Yusuke:
"Kuwabara, what the hell?" I yell as Kuwabara whips out his sword and tries to cut me in half. Well, he misses.
"Nice, maybe next time you can hit the big head," said Hiei half laughing, half deadly serious.
"You think you can do better, shortie? GO ahead," yells Kuwabara in his frustration—not with me, but with the rather short man who has been making pokes, all in good fun I am sure, at Kuwabara all morning.
"My Pleasure," he replies, pulling out his katana.
"No that's OK!! Really! Don't even try it, don't make me use my spirit gun!" I shout at the man clothed in black. The steel blade is stops inches from my face as the door opens and Kurama walks in.
"Hmm, I leave for one minute," he mumbles as he sets the groceries down on the table. "SO, this is what happens when I am not here," Kurama teases. I sigh. All I wanted to do was play Donkey Kong, and the whole household ends up trying to kill me.
"Hey, Kuwabara," says the female voice coming from the window, "You do know that you get more power in your blow when you move your bottom hand down the hilt and hit with the middle of you sword right?" Daja asks, curiously as well as sarcastically. It is a strange talent of hers, to make every sentence a mocking and sarcastic one. We had all forgotten she was there apparently napping and blocking out our presence. "Oh and yes Kurama, the children have been very immature, do you want I should teach them a lesson?" I shudder and smile, willing a halo to appear around my head like it does in cartoons. I know she was joking, well, wasn't she? I try harder to get the halo around my head.
"Really?" asks Kuwabara, eager to learn anything to make him more powerful.
"Yep, try and hit me," Daja says returning her attention to Kuwabara instead of a smirking kitsune/human adolescent.
"What?"
"Just do it, and even if you hit me, I wont feel it," she says.
"Why!?!" Kuwabara shouts with a look that makes him look like a complete jackass.
"Coward!" she cries. Her eyes narrow and her power is increasing. Kuwabara tries to strike her down and misses by at least a meter or two. "Stop kidding around and hit me!" she taunts. He tries to hit Daja again, missing by quite a lot. "Come on, weakling hit me!" Her technique is a lot like master Genkai's, gods rest her soul. She gets him angry and Kuwabara's power amplifies as his rage continues to increase. "I guess you're not as powerful as Koenma made you out to be." Kuwabara's power grows larger and he strikes. He would have sliced Daja in half if she hadn't of ducked.
"I admit defeat. I want to die, just not yet," says Daja, wheezing.
"All Right!!'" says Kuwabara quite victoriously while punching the air.
"You've got the power, just you got to use your head," she says, still trying to catch her breath. "Why are you being so kind?" I ask her, this is the nicest she's been thus far.
"Don't get used to it," Daja says. "I just don't like to see power wasted needlessly." I guess it was to good to be true. She returns to her post on the windowsill, reclines, and seems to fall asleep.
"So, Where is Botan?" asks Kurama, as he sits down on the couch next to Hiei.
"She's not here yet, stupid fox," says Hiei.
"I knew that, Hiei," he replies plainly.
I settle on the floor next to Kuwabara and begin to play Super Smash Bros. Melee as my personal favorite character of all time from Nintendo's long line of fantastic video games, Mario.
Kuwabara: I didn't know that Daja was so smart.
"Hey does anybody else want to play with us?" asks Yusuke who is beginning to get annoyed with his current opponent, me. Kurama joins us on the ground.
"Finally some first-class competition!!" cries Yusuke gleefully as Kurama picks up a controller and dives in for the next round as the mysterious character Sheik from the Legend of Zelda series.
"Do you want to play with us, Daja?" I ask, trying to be nice to the girl version of the shortie Hiei because she helped me.
"I would not poison myself with such Human foolery," She replies, not even opening her eyes to acknowledge my spoken words. "And if you were wise, you would best put away the game and train because the gods know you need it."
"Well, fine. Be that way. You just don't want to lose, that's why!" I shout at her, returning to the game. I am on my 3rd to last life and Yusuke and Kurama are amused as my sudden video game ineptness.
"No, that is where you are wrong. I would rather be training than sitting in here enjoying your, ahem, noble entertainment. And I do not have time for such trivial ideas," Daja replies, as she gets up and goes to the door, opens it, and there stands an exhausted Botan about to knock on the door. "Can I leave yet?" she asks Botan. "The meeting hasn't even started yet," Botan replies. I didn't sense Botan coming and I am the psychic in residence. How did the stupid girl?
Hiei:
Why I even need to be here is beyond me. I could be somewhere else, enjoying myself as much as I would allow my self to. The Idiot and Yusuke are playing their game square or whatever they call the retarded Ningen machine. When challenged to slice Yusuke in half, the vision it presents me with almost makes me smile. Then Kurama had to come and spoil my fun, again. I sit down on the couch, maddened by Kurama's latest peacekeeping venture.
"Hey, Kuwabara," says the female voice coming from the window sill, "You do know that you get more power in your blow when you move your bottom hand down the hilt and hit with the middle of you sword right?" I know Daja can wield a sword because I remember all the cuts she gave me when I was training her. I study her as she and Kuwabara spar off. More like Daja taunts and Kuwabara tries. That is my kind of training, although I know I will never ever train the idiot Kuwabara because he is most unworthy of my help.
The green-eyed girl clothed in a pale blue and purple and with braids upon braids woven into her hair returns to the windowsill, my usual residence at these meetings. I wasn't listening to their conversation, and then I heard, "No, that is where you are wrong. I would rather be training than sitting in here enjoying your, ahem, noble entertainment. I do not have time for such trivial ideals." She is very determined. I respect her for that quality even though she does have it in a bothersome overabundance that gets in my way more often than never. Botan is here now, jabbering on about some weird vegetable or such foolery; I suppose I should listen to this or else she might kick my ass if I don't. I silently chuckle at this because I doubt that even the great Yusuke could whip me anywhere. Daja probably could though... I mentally shudder at the possibilities....
Botan:
"The meeting hasn't even started yet," I reply to an exasperated looking human girl as I walk in the door.
"Come on Botan! Did you at least get me the...." Daja asks me.
"Of course." I reply as I hand her a sack.
"Yes!" She replies as she jumps and punches the air. We all look at her. She looks embarrassed as she sits on the floor and promptly opens the long package, looking like a child at Christmas time. She draws out a long sword in a leather sheath. She stands up and unsheathes it. Even I, an unskilled fighter, can tell the weapon is extremely rare and powerful. Everyone's mouths drop, even Hiei's. The sword it self is a platinum type metal, except the metal seems very hard. Its blade is long and curving with a dragon skin hilt. There is some type of demon script etched into it in a gold colored metal. Daja looks extremely pleased. And then she notices something, and her face falls.
"Did you or Koenma place the order, Botan," she asks, the disappointment showing unrestrained in her voice.
"Koenma did. Is there something wrong with it, it looks exquisite."
Daja replies, "It is the most impressive piece of workmanship I have ever encountered in my many years. But, Koenma had me all figured out. He ordered a dead blade sword." She looked at the sword again. "It is perfectly balanced, it was made by a master smith. And I should be happy for myself; it is the kind of weapon I've always wanted to own. But, Koenma, he must of thought it best if I have the blade be dead. I accept his judgment, for he is many centuries older than I." Daja is about to put the sword away, and suddenly, Hiei recovers from his reverie.
"Can I see that?" he asks gazing at the sword with a look of desire in his eyes.
"Sure," Daja replies shrugging lightly as if his request was no big deal to her. As the fighters crowd around the sword I notice Daja look at her hands. She is shamed to own such a weapon, I note. She is a mercenary at heart, she will never change, says the little voice of reasoning in my head. She cannot be trusted with a regular, sharpened sword. The voice in my heart replies, look at the rest of them; they are not the boys we first started with. Surely, Daja will be the same.
I pop the videotape into the tape player, and Koenma's face comes up on the screen. The drooling over the sword stops for a short time as Koenma explains our next job, which will begin as soon as we are all ready. Daja reclaims her new treasure and puts it in her belt.
"I guess we are off to the Makai," I say as I take out the tape and pack my bag again.
"If we are going to the Demon World, I need to change," said Daja looking at herself clad in Human clothes. She grabs her own bag and walks into the bedroom and locks the door.
Daja:
As I strip off the Ningen finery, I begin to weep. My salty tears are gathering on the floor. I quickly run to the bathroom and turn on the tap full blast to drown out my sobs. The moment I saw the blade, I knew I had to prove I could be trusted. My word wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. My whole life has amounted to nothing.
I open my bag and fish for some clothes. I choose black instead of blood red or blue and green. It seems to fit my desolate mood a tad bit better than the rest of the outfits. The tear trails on my cheeks are still wet as I look in the mirror. The black sets off my fair skin nicely, I observe inpartially. But the blue frock would have shown my petite figure better, I argue back to my reflection in the mirror that stands holding the blue and green frock up to her small body. Too late now, I guess after I slip into the black vest like shirt and tight black shorts, showing that annoying reflection that black was the superior color all along.
I go into the bathroom and undo my plaited hair, making sure not to lose any of the sapphires I wove into the braids. It is wavy from being in braids for so long. I probe my bag again and pull out some hair streaker. My long brown locks are now mingling with an artificial blonde. It looks like the mythical King Midas ran his golden fingers through my somewhat curly mane. How I despise it so, but it is the price I pay for what I am, and for what I am not. I study my face and it looks how it always looks after a human cries. I splash cold water on my visage to try to rinse away the insane crimson color.
"Daja? What are you doing in there?" yells Yusuke, with annoyance.
"That was so rude, Urameshi! You should apologize," I hear Kuwabara shout back. I don't care what they think and I don't respond to either of them. I hear a respectful knock on the door,
"Daja, could you please finish it up in there. We really should be leaving," Kurama courteously asks. I contemplate answering the fox, but in the end decide not to. I dry off my face and re-apply my make up. I turn off the faucet and collect my things. I quickly gather the small marble shaped items that litter the room and put them in a small bag. I will sell them for whatever I can get for them. I quickly pull on one boot, then lace and buckle it. I repeat with the other. I grab my new sword and strap it to my waist. I stand up, look in the mirror, and run my fingers through my hair. This is as good as it is going to get for right now. I pick up my bag and walk to the door.
I don't understand why I am nervous about leaving the bedroom once again. There just humans. Well, except for Hiei and half of Kurama, plus Botan, but I don't care what she thinks. I reach out for the doorknob and my hand stops. I unlatch the door slowly and open it. I walk out and all the boys' eyes are on me. You knew that the boys' hormones would kick in sooner or later, I tell myself. I smirk a little and continue walking to the kitchen where I quickly stuff some food in my bag, just in case I have to...
"Daja... I, um..." says Yusuke with a smile on his face that looks as if his life long dream had just suddenly come true. Kuwabara just stares, mouth wide open. Kurama looks as if he is about to say something, and he does.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"No."
"Are you sure, Daja?"
"Quite positive actually. I can carry my own possessions," I reply, all this attention is making me uneasy. My glance turns to Hiei and he is not looking at me but out the window at the street. He seems to be thinking intensely about something. I can't tell what though.
"Are we ready to go?" asks Botan.
I nod at her and glide out the door. I cannot help but to smile. She looked jealous. Of me. I can't believe it. My day suddenly got a whole lot brighter. I ignore all the stares I get as I am walking down the street. All the catcalls and suggestive language from the human boys, I am blissfully unaware of it of it. I am finally leaving this realm of filth. I am going to the only place I have ever felt welcome. I am going to the demons' realm. I am going home.
Kurama:
Gods, I bet Hiei is gonna be in a pissy mood at me for the rest of the day. Not that I could tell anyway...he never lets any emotion show on his face other then the scowl that should be patented to him because I think he invented it. You'd think that we were really mean to him all the time or something.... oh well.... if he would rather be mad at me, than he can be mad at me. It's his fricken problem now... I can't believe I just thought all that mean stuff about my best friend. I guess I just get fed up with him and his moods that I give up on trying to be nice to him after awhile.
As I hear the tap turn on in the bathroom, I know something in wrong because I think Daja hates most forms of water in the Human realm. I silently try to lock onto Daja's power, but I cannot find it at first. Then I do. The wavelength is strange, and, right now, it is out of control. It is going up and down uncontrollably. Then I decide to analyze the wavelength itself. It is not entirely human. Nor is it entirely Demon. Of all the fighters, it most resembles Hiei's own wavelength.
"Kurama. Did you buy bread when you went to the store?" What?
"Yes I did." I return back to the energy and it is stopped its disorderly feeling. Yusuke is annoyed.
"Daja! What are you doing in there?" He yells at the door with no avail. Silence is the response.
"That was so rude, Urameshi! You should apologize," Kuwabara shouts as he and Yusuke promptly engage in a fistfight. I sigh as I look at Hiei. I wish this were over already. He seems to share the same exasperation. Hiei closes his eyes and the middle of his forehead begins to glow. He is watching her. "She is almost done."
I walk up to the door and I knock. "Daja, could you please finish it up in there. We really should be leaving," I say.
A minute later, the tap turns off. There are some sounds coming from behind the door. The door opens, and I think even Botan's mouth joins ours as we see what Daja has become. The first thing I noticed was her hair. It was long. The ends reach to about the small of her back. It is wavy and full. She has blonde running freely through it. Her eye makeup is darker, her lips a deep red. Her outfit is black.
She is very cute and tempting.
Wait?
What am I thinking? I am wiser than this; my demon side must be getting the better of me this time. But the nevertheless, I continue to gaze at her as I would a priceless treasure. Her coat is leather and floor length. The sword, which is undoubtedly fastened at her waist, is hidden behind the cloak of darkness. She has a strange look on her face as I offer to help her carry something.
"No." I am devastated at this one word statement.
"Are you sure, Daja?" I ask again.
"Quite positive, actually I can carry my own possessions." I let it stop at that feeling like if I continue asking her she will resent me more than she already does. As we begin our journey to the portal, I can't help but feel cross at all the boys making passes at Daja. She doesn't deserve this.
Satorisama in that annoying echoing announcer like voice: Will Daja get what she deserves? Will Hiei have his heart of ice melted? Will Kuwabara ever beat Urameshi in SuperSmash Brothers? Tune in to the next chapter to find out!!! (voice returns to normal) wow that was weird. Hope you liked it, review and leave me nice tips on how to make the story better ! I am open to all sorts of suggestions. (whistles softly) Nazu, Mokushi... we've got to let this kind readers go... goodbye, my friends and you are my friends...
