Disclaimer- YYH not mine.
Black jeans, white tee shirt and a black thermal long sleeve don my rest less form. My fingers drummed non-stop on the armrest. The other hand is in my mouth or should I say the thumbnail is. I really am regretting painting my nails right now cause finger nail polish has a wickedly bad taste. I wipe my tongue on the back of my sleeve removing the chips of polish but replacing them with lint, yum. We pass the 120miles road marker, only 20 more miles to go my stomach turns at the thought. I lean my chair back and watch the sky. An endless group of black industrial lines undulate in front of my window. Up and down up and down climaxing at the tops of tattered, and tapered wooden pole then curving down only to rise again to the next wooden structure. My breathing starts to match the motion of the old power lines. My eyes begin to get heavy once more I am such the baby, give me a warm car and I am sleeping in less then a 20 minutes. Well at least I would have been.
"Why?"
I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes to mind so I remain quiet and stare out of the window. Why am I going to see him after all these years? The sound of gravel crushes and flicks tapping n the under side of the car's chasse as we drove along. We are here. He pulls into a parking spot and turns off the engine. My heart is pounding I can't steady my breathing. I draw my legs up to my chest and hug them.
"I…I don't know" I whisper barely recognizing my own voice.
A warm hand rests on my shoulder. I steal myself, regaining my icy composure, uncurl myself and open the car door. I step out of the car the bright sun and the beautifully painted sky are ironic. I squint to see the plain structured fortress of a building looming in the open field. The twenty - five foot high hurricane fence is ornamented with shiny razor sharp looping barbed wire. I strolled down the path. Each step brings my closer to him closer to the one man who could break me. My father
"ID please." A rather large man asks holding his hand out.
My uncle immediately hands the testosterone smelling man our identification cards. I shove my hands into my pockets and wait for the affirmative to enter the building. Mr. Burly nods gives back the cards and buzzes us in. Check point one is successfully completed. The clicking of my uncles shoes echo through the hall. Each clack, click, clack resonates in the empty pale blue painted cinderblock, light gray specked tile hallway. At the end is a long table sitting in the middle of it was a lone officer, he was one the small side, still bigger than I but at least I wouldn't feel like a three year old standing next to him. He smiles as we approach him. His smile is beautiful but so ill placed in here it seems sadistic. Sliding the clipboard toward us he then fumbles for a pen. Patting both of his breast pockets, standing up checking his back pockets and finally his two front pockets, with a sigh he apologizes saying something about just having a pen a couple of minutes ago. My uncle has already found his own pen wrote in our name and replaced the clipboard back to its original spot and an extra pen for the next visitor, all before the young officer can finish his spewing.
"Um, thank you sir." he says with another smile reminding me greatly of certain redhead. He stands up and side steps to a plastic basket. "If you could please place all metal objects into this basket."
I have a couple of piercing so this might take awhile. I start with the cuff on the top of my ear but before I can remove it he stops me.
"No no don't worry about that, or any others you might have" He looks at me mentally counting. I open my mouth and let my tongue loll out; he adds that to his count. I lift my shirts and show my belly button. Long story short Yu wanted to get her belly button pierced but was afraid it would hurt, everyone said it hurt a bit but she trusted only me so I had to do it so I could tell her how it felt. All in the name of love. My uncle shakes his head placing his watch, school ring, his and his deceased wife's wedding bands, and loose change into the basket next to my silver dragon engraved necklace. We both step over to an open area and raise our arms out. The black wand wanders over our bodies with a little too much familiarity than I am used to. I rise up on my toes because I do believe Mr. Smiley forgot I am only five foot three inches and my inseam is definatly not thirty-eight inches. He is lot more careful with my chaperone.
The door unlocks and we walk through. I look around the place there is a coke machine next to a snack machine on the far wall facing us. A cozy little couch and love seat set in a corner flanked by fake plants in the corner on the wall we are standing. A large ceiling mounted television hung precariously above. I am nudged out of my little daydream. I follow the outstretch arm and finger to a lone figure seating a one of the tables.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nod not able to find my voice once more actually, I am more afraid of how my voice would sound. I shove my pockets into my pockets take a deep breath, shake the fear from my soul and walk over. I pull out a chair and sit down directly across from him. His jet-black hair cascades down his back flowing majestically over his shoulders. His pale face make his violet eyes pop out his dark line thin practically arch less eyebrows intensifies they whole effect. He stares me down I try my very hardest not to look away but my eyes divert downward. He laughs knowing he has won that round. I glare at him, he response with a raise eyebrow taking my challenge and raising the stakes a bit. I blink but maintain eye contact.
"Son" A word that word usually bring joy and happiness to the received bring nothing but hate and resentment when ever he says it so much I can't even stand the word itself.
"Karusu" I reply. No sir, no mister, not title and last name he does not deserve any of theses things. He sure in hell does not deserve to be called father.
"How are you doing in school?"
"Fine." This is beyond stupid.
"Make any new friends."
"No."
"Hmm, won't young Uremeshi be upset when he visits his father here and finds out you are not really his friend?" I guess my expression fuels him. "Small small world isn't it."
"Hn" I say regaining my iciness once more.
"Of course he is pale in to comparison as that red head you all are so chummy with." My face does not fault. " Hmm what is his name again?" I pray for a second he is bluffing then I pray he can't remember. " Ah, yes Shuichi." I see my prayers are still being answered in their order of importance. "Speaking of hair what in the world has little Yuyu done with her hair. Blue if all color why blue, but I must say it looks say it look rather nice in the moonlight."
My mouth gaps open, "How…." I shudder.
"My dear boy, just because I am lock up behind these bars doesn't mean I am not a part of your lives." he places a cool hand on top of mine, I cant move my hand. I can't move. His first finger sweeps back and forth over my wrist. "Honestly, Hiei in here all I have to do is to think about you." He stands up releasing my hand. He places his hand on my chin and tilts my head upward, "but don't worry little boy I will be home soon." he kisses my forehead and walks away.
He stops five paces away reaches into his pocket and pulls out something and places face down on the table in front of me.
"What is this?" I tempt to growl but it comes out as threaten as a whelps bark
He is amused by my failed attempts and doesn't even answers. He dismissingly waves me off with an over the shoulder wave not even looking back. I pick up the picture. It was a picture of Yukina and I hugging. It was taken only a few day earlier.
"No" I whisper.
The picture floats down to the ground settling in the dust moments before a single tear splashes upon it.
