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.: chapter 3:a new life:.
I was awake, but did not open my eyes. I only opened them when I herd voices over me. It was Keiko and Botan. They seemed relieved that I was alright. Than another person entered the room. He had emerald eyes and long red hair. He had a gentle voice.
"This is my brother Kurama." Botan told me pointing to the man that just walked in. I remained silent, still remembering yesterday's events.
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Yusuke was running through town. "Hiei!" he screamed every once and a wile. He was getting worried. 'I just hope he's not dead.' He thought to himself. It was then he spotted Kuwabara.
"Hey have you seen Hiei?" Yusuke asked.
"No, why did you loose him?" Kuwabara replied.
"This isn't a joke, he ran away last night and I can't find him."
"Oh." Kuwabara simply replied.
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I still wasn't well. I was sick. When I ate my breakfast it felt good not to be rushed to eat in less than five minuets. I liked it better here. People treat me like they would anyone else. I feel like I belong here. I feel like I can be myself. And I like this feeling.
Because I was sick I needed more sleep. I was brought back to the same bed I woke up in. the house was very large and very nice. I actually felt good for once in my life. I kept the feeling as I once again drifted into sleep.
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Yusuke saw Botan and Keiko in town.
"HEY!" he screamed hoping to get their attention. It worked.
"What's up?" Botan asked in a friendly voice.
"I can't find Hiei, have you seen him?"
"Oh, we found him last night and brought him to our house."
"Is he alright?"
"Fine he just has a bit of a cold. We'll take you to him."
"Thanks."
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It was dark. The only sound heard were the cries of a small child. A woman, the mother, was repeatedly hitting the child with a wooden object.
Finally the mother spoke "Hiei you little brat, WHY WERE YOU EVER BORN!" with that she hit the child very hard one last time leaving him to lay there and cry.
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I shot up from my sleep. Afraid of the images in my head. That dream was no dream, it was a memory. I was only four when that happened. I cried for two days after that. It hurt. Knowing that my own mother wishes me dead. Now I'm in a place where I feel I belong.
Just then a knock on the door disturbed my thoughts.
