7. And ...Where Do You Find Nowhere?
At dawn Syrin woke up, and turned off the system so that she could stumble around without getting hurt. Seeing her friend snoring on the trundle next to her, she rolled her eyes.
"Some guard you are. Sleeping on the job." With a smile, she fixed Mysa's sheets better, and the only thanks she got was a mumbled "Go 'way. You... insane... awake... early."
Kurama woke when the zing noise finally stopped, and went outside to see how Hiei was doing. He was still in the tree, but now his hands were slightly burnt looking. Making a face, Kurama said,
"So... did you learn anything new last night?" Hiei turned to look at him, looking bored.
'That women are incredibly vicious, I have a nice ass, and they think you have some gorgeous eyes. And Kuwabara is a fucking idiot who's as ugly as shit. Oh, and one sprouts out a black mist that heals her. Go figure.' "Nothing. They're normal humans. Stupid, boring..." He jumped out of the tree, and the two sprinted into the house just as the alarm was being turned on. Syrin appeared at the door. She smiled at them and said,
"Oh good, you're both awake! Well, we have two choices: 1, we can rough it and try to make breakfast on our own, or 2, we could toss Mysa out of her bed and force her to make breakfast for us! Number two isn't the best of choices, because you really shouldn't piss off your cook, and she's just starting to get to sleep, so it wouldn't be good to try to distract her right now... It's like covering yourself with meat and tossing yourself into the lions' den." She smiled again. "Then having to eat a really bad breakfast anyway! Either way we aren't going to get a good breakfast." She leaned against the doorframe. "I suppose we could go out for breakfast... There's this really cute restaurant right down the street... no, huh?" Kurama was shaking his head at her.
"Sorry, but to be safest, we have to keep you here. I'm sure I could make something edible." He smiled, and Syrin thought, '(place choice here), he's gorgeous AND he cooks! He's trying to make Kyo look bad!' But she just nodded and sighed.
"Fine. So, what's for breakfast, Mr. Cook?" She glanced at Hiei, who was looking at her like she deserved to die. "What's the matter with you?" Her main fault with him last night had been that he was short, and that really got on his nerves. It didn't matter that Mysa had stuck up for him, saying that he wasn't short, it was Syrin who was the frickin' statue of liberty. When Hiei said nothing, she just raised an eyebrow at him and started walking down the middle of the hall, keeping her arms close "Hm... I guess you're like Mysa... evil sonofabitch in the morning, huh?" Kurama laughed, and followed her down the hall.
When they turned the corner, Hiei quietly opened Syrin's door. Mysa was still sleeping, but the mist was long gone, not a trace of it remained. She was stirring as if she was about to wake up though, so he quickly left the room, and went down into the kitchen, where Kurama and Syrin were laughing over something. Sitting sullenly at the table, he waited for the others to come down, and to eat something.
Announced with several screeches of pain and thuds, Kuwabara finally entered the room, followed by a much more stable Yusuke. Mysa failed to appear. After choking down an edible breakfast, they wondered exactly what they were going to do with their day. This was certainly going to be boring, staying inside all day.
Hm.
Mysa finally made her grand entrance when they were all sitting in the living room, trying to decide what to watch on tv. She was brandishing her katana, and shouting joyfully at Syrin.
"SYRIN! I thought up this swords' name! I finally got one! Yay!" She noticed that there were more people then Syrin in the room. "Oh. Sorry, didn't see you other guys. Syrin can argue with herself sometimes, it's an easy mistake to make. Good morning. Hope you all slept well." Then she grinned widely at her friend. "I thought of it while I was sleeping! We're going to stay in tradition with the first one! Keeping with the Egyptian theme, I decided to call it Utchat, the All-Seeing Eye of Bast!" The guys all shot looks at Hiei, but Syrin was just happy for her friend.
"That's great, Mysa! It took you three days to come up with the last one!" Mysa stuck her tongue out.
"I know, but it was a hard decision..." She yawned hugely. "Pardon, but I didn't sleep well, and I only just got struck with the idea, and I had to tell Syrin." sniff "Is that bacon I smell? Some... ramen? Maybe some rice?" She wandered off into the kitchen.
"She's insane, right?" Yusuke asked quite calmly. Syrin glared at him.
"Of course she is! That's why she makes such a good friend! If you think that is bad, though, you should see her when she's sleep deprived and on a sugar high, or a natural high, or just been laughing too hard for too long." She laughed at a memory. "It was last year, I think, and we stayed up all night because we kept hearing things outside, okay? At about four in the morning, we pull out coloring books, crayons, and start discussing how to take over the world. The whole thing ended up with her finger's having personalities, the Moo's, Bubbles the Cloud, and Gopher. It... was pretty special..." She started really laughing then, remembering all they had talked about that night.
Mysa wondered why she got weird looks when she reentered the room, carrying a plate of food. "I don't know what it is that you guys cooked, so I just added stuff to it and... why is everyone staring at me?" She noticed Syrin laughing, and groaned. "Oh (place choice here), what have you told them! Was it the penguins or skateboarding?" Syrin was laughing too hard to answer. Mysa glared at her, and stomped back into the bedroom. "Fine then, be that way. I'm going to eat and go back to bed. Jerk."
Yusuke and Kuwabara were just about to get into a full-fledged brawl over the tv when the perpetual zinging noise stopped. Syrin, who had given up on tv in favor of watching the boys fight, looked toward her room anxiously and shouted,
"Mysa? Did you do that?" They heard a door open, and Mysa's head appeared from around the corner.
"Yeah, that was me. I turned it off in your room because I couldn't sleep, and decided to practice instead." She smiled, and crossly Syrin asked,
"So why'd you turn it off in here!"
"Because Botan is about to walk through the door, and she looked preoccupied, so she might have forgotten about the system. Not wanting her to get hurt and/or killed, I turned it to minimal in here, so it'll only give a warning shock and make some noise. When I hear the door shut, I'll turn it on. Let's just hope she's in a 'safe place'." She disappeared, then looked around the corner again. "Can the Grim Reaper die?" Syrin shrugged and Mysa left again.
"Guess what!" Botan sang as she shot through the door. Syrin leapt up, snatched Botan's wrist, and pulled her to the couch, letting the door shut itself. Immediately, the zinging noise started again.
"Everyone still alive!" Mysa yelled.
"Not for long! Why are you practicing when you are... SHOULD be sleeping!" Dropping Botan's wrist, Syrin marched back towards her room. Botan blinked and looked at the guys; looking as if nothing had happened, Kurama asked,
"What?"
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Syrin snapped open the door and glared at Mysa, who was shifting through her CDs, trying to decide which one to listen to while she practiced.
"Whatever is the matter?" Mysa asked with an innocent smile.
"Your absolute idiocy is the matter. You know you shouldn't be training when you're wounded." Mysa lost her smile and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, mother, I know, but that doesn't change anything. You know how well I heal, and if I get hurt while fighting, do you think they're going to just stop and let me sit out for a bit to stop bleeding! Not only would they not do that, but it's a lot harder when I'm awake. Besides, I only have the stitched ones left, and they're not that bad at all. Can I ask you to help me to take out the stitches on my arm? I already took out all the rest." Syrin softened.
"I'll help, if I think it's healed enough." Mysa peeled off the bandages, and Syrin took out the stitches as gently as she could.
"This would go faster if you weren't so careful."
"Sorry, but I'm your mother, remember? I care."
"You're useless. And you're not my mom."
"Thank (place choice here). I think I would... I'm sorry, Mysa. I forgot for a moment."
"It's alright, you know I don't really care anymore."
"I know that's bullshit."
"Good, your lawn could use some fertilizer."
"All finished. Oh, and if I could make a suggestion, listen to your theme song." Syrin left, making sure that Mysa didn't see the smile. Ah, yes, ideas rise to the surface...
Mysa smiled at her friend's suggestion and grumpiness. She was as protective as hell sometimes, it was just as funny as it was creepy. Moving back over to her CDs, she put the correct one in the player, and began the opening exercises.
(Disclaimer: I do not own 'Scars', and it isn't legal to own people, so I don't own Papa Roach either)
Scars, by Papa Roach
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.
And my weakness is that I care too much.
And my scars remind me that the past is real.
I tear my heart open just to feel.
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed 'cuz you came around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cuz you channeled all your pain
You're making me insane
All I can say is...
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.
And my weakness is that I care too much.
And our scars remind us that the past is real.
I tear myself open just to feel.
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.
And my weakness is that I care too much.
And our scars remind us that the past is real.
I tear myself open, just to feel.
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You should've never come around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cuz you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.
And my weakness is that I care too much.
And our scars remind us that the past is real.
I tear myself open just to feel.
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.
And my weakness is, that I care too much.
And our scars remind us that the past is real.
I tear myself open just to feel.
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"I'm back!" Syrin said as she entered the living room again.
"Does that mean I can start explaining now!" Botan said impatiently. Syrin looked at her blankly.
"Explain what?"
"Why I'm here!"
"Oh. Sure, I guess. So, why are you here, Botan?"
"I'm here because another robbery took place last night, at around eleven. This one was different from the one in the amusement park, though. The one at Dragon Fire was an obvious one, a total screw up on our part, because we totally forgot about it, what with all the recent chaos. Anyway, the one that was stolen last night had an attempted theft on it earlier, so we beefed up security. But still, somehow it got stolen. In a really weird way. It was there, then it was gone. That's what the guards say."
"What WAS it!" Hiei asked, irritated.
"The thing that got stolen?" Hiei: --U
"Duh, baka. What else? Have you no brain at all? Or is it all just hair?" Syrin restrained Botan, and calmed her down enough to continue with the story.
"IT was a spear. And it had almost been stolen earlier, or at least that's what we think. It lifted off the pedestal, but then just dropped on the floor. This time, it vanished completely."
"Let me guess: this spear has unimaginable powers?" Yusuke asked, rolling his eyes.
"Actually, no. It has a very small power, yet is plays a big role in the resurrection of... anything. We're assuming it was the work of Jang-Kombe's followers, but..."
"...But..." Syrin coaxed.
"But we're not sure because there's nothing to say so. There's no clue at all." They all fell.
"...so what do you want us to do about it?" Yusuke asked.
"Um... Ah... Instead of going after the henchmen, we need someone to... find the most important object for the resurrection."
"What do you mean, FIND it?" Hiei asked.
"Well... we kinda don't know where it is. Exactly." Everyone fell again, Kuwabaka singeing off some of his hair in the process. "We know it's in Lost... but we don't know where Lost is... or how to get there."
"You're kidding. There's actually a place called Lost?" Syrin said.
"It's a whole world. But since it's Lost, we can't find it. There's no stable portal to the world, because as soon as you find the portal, it disappears, because how can a portal to a lost place be found? Kinda confusing, I know. Anything, anywhere, and anyone can be taken to Lost, but the only portal we can think of is only sometimes there. The Bermuda Triangle doesn't always work."
"How would we get there, anyway? That's quite the distance to travel." Kurama stated.
"Um. I don't know."
"Do you even know what the 'object' is?" Syrin asked.
"A sword. Meant, though I don't really feel comfortable saying this, to take your life, Syrin. We need to find it before they do. Does anyone volunteer?"
To everyone's amazement, Hiei stood.
"I'll go."
"WHAT! I mean, what? You can't go. You already have an assignment."
"Someone else can take over it. Finding this sword is more important." he said. A gleam entered Syrin's eye.
"Well, if you're going to be going, why don't you go train with Mysa until you get a lead? She's practicing right now, as a matter of fact." When Hiei said nothing, Syrin taunted, "What? Are you so bad with that sword that you're afraid that Mysa is gonna show you up? Huh, how sad. I'll have to tell her that you aren't the hot shot she thought you were." Hiei glared at her.
"I am not afraid of such a simple human, or what she thinks of me, you damn baka. How stupid of you to even think so. But what can I expect of a simple ningen? Nothing, I suppose. Tell me, does it ever get boring, being so stupid? Or do you find comfort in knowing that you're not alone, by spending time with these idiots?" He waved a hand at Yusuke and Kuwabara, who growled but did nothing more. Syrin just continued to smirk at him, until Hiei turned away and walked down the hall. Botan looked over at Syrin, mystified. Didn't she know that as soon as Hiei started sparring with Mysa, he could probably kill her? The human woman was just smiling broadly.
"I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. And my weakness is, that I care too much! Hey, what are YOU doing in here!" Mysa stopped singing when Hiei entered the room. He said nothing, just stood there, glaring at her, as if everything was her fault. "Um. Yeah, that's real scary and all, but it doesn't go far towards answering my question, now does it?"
"What's up with the scars?" Mysa was baffled, then looked down. She had put on shorts to practice.
"Eh. That's a story you don't have permission to hear. And you never will." Her face was burning. She hadn't thought someone would interrupt her training, so she hadn't given a thought to her scars. All the scars on her legs and shoulders were showing. Added to that, she had been dancing when he had come in, not practicing, not paying any attention to the door at all. If he had had evil intentions, she would most likely be dead by now. "Shit. Well, besides embarrassing me, do you have a reason to be in here?" She sheathed her sword (that she had been dancing with) and glared right back at him.
"I have to train."
"That's not fair. Can't you train later? I'm using this room right now, and it's the best one because of all the little traps that you can't turn off." She pouted at him, but he didn't move. "Fine then. Be an ass. I'm just gonna ignore you." She turned her music way up, and began to train some more. A breath later, she was fighting for her life because Hiei had attacked her without warning. "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!" She screamed at him, then narrowly dodged his sword.
"What you were doing is not training. THIS is training." Hiei said, then took a sucker swipe at her head; she barely got her sword up in time to block it.
"What was that! Don't you have honor!"
"Honor, in a fight? That's just stupid, and will get you killed." A gleam entered her eye.
"Well, if that's the way you want it." Hiei had just been toying with her, but now she stepped up the fight to where he actually had to exert himself a little to keep from getting hit.
He would never admit it, but he was impressed with the human. She could fight well.
Mysa was enjoying the battle. She was enjoying it as much as she enjoyed driving fast, and a hell of a lot more then she enjoyed fighting her brother. She couldn't push this much when she had been fighting with her brother. He would have been killed. When she saw that he could keep up, she decided to push it a little bit more.
"I've been practicing this in private. Shush, and don't tell anyone, k?" The black mist he had encountered the night before started creeping up the blade, coming out of her hand. But it took too much. She couldn't keep up with the speed of the battle; Hiei soon had her disarmed, and once again Mysa was staring down the length of a blade. She didn't even look at him.
"Shit. I need to practice that more. I can't believe I don't have it down yet." Ignoring the sword tip at her neck, she reached for her katana and began to inspect it closely. "Still no effects, that's good at least. I was afraid it would have some effect on my sword. It would suck big balls if it was weakened." She rang her fingernails against it, near the base, where the mist had touched it. It sounded out a pure ringing tone, and she smiled at it. "Yep. Still good." Hiei pressed his sword against her throat, which made her look up. "Oh, yeah, our fight. Well, I lost, you gonna kill me?"
"Now why would I waste the energy on you?"
"You wouldn't. So would you let up?" Grudgingly, he removed his sword, and Mysa stood. She looked at him closely. "Well, if you're not human, what are you?" Hiei said nothing, then,
"You're extremely blunt."
"Tact takes too much time. Bluntness gets better results most of the time. The rest of the time... it gets you killed, or at the very least attacked. So, what are you?"
"You don't have permission to know."
"Really. Fascinating. Well, whatever, it's your right. Why are you training? You're really good." She was inspecting her sword again, and trying to extend the black mist further down the blade. Botan opened the door, drawing Mysa's attention, making her quickly retract the mist. "Botan! Nice to see you! What's the news?" Botan looked at her suspiciously.
"How did you know that I had news?" Mysa looked innocently at her.
"Because I heard little bits and pieces of what was going on over there. How else? You think I would just hide out in here without trying to find out what was making you so mad? Something got stolen, right?" Syrin popped into the doorway, right behind Botan.
"Yep, a something. Someone stole a spear, and they don't know how they did it, but they figure if someone is powerful enough to steal it without a trace, then surely they are powerful enough to find a way to a place that doesn't exist to find something that is real." Mysa looked blankly at her.
"Um. Yeah, sure. Whatever. So what's the plan for that?"
"Hiei's going to find the thing."
"Ah so! That's the reason for the impromptu training. What's the object?"
"What's with your legs!" Yusuke appeared in the door behind Syrin, and soon all the rest piled in behind him.
"What are those!" Kuwabara asked. Mysa threw up her hands in anger and embarrassment, then sheathed her sword with a click that sounded like a shot.
"Damn! That's why I don't wear shorts anymore! I mean, it's one thing when little kids stare, but people your age? What's wrong with you! They are scars, okay! And no, before you ask, I'm not going to tell you about them! Stupid bakas..." She snatched up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from her little mini-closet, and walked through a hidden door, up some stairs. Syrin winced.
"I... wouldn't sleep soundly for the next few nights if I were you people." She said, then followed her friend upstairs. Botan was right behind her.
At the top of the steps there was a large room, covered with wire, sharp things, and vials of acid and deadly looking liquids. This was the entrance/storage room for Syrin's workshop. A door a little off to the left was shut, Mysa inside, cursing as she got dressed. The room was the workshop itself: no windows, and no traps. Syrin wasn't stupid; she wasn't going to have flaming arrows pelted at her head while she was holding two highly combustible chemicals, but she wasn't going to make it easy for people to enter the shop either. The door had voice command, retina scanning, DNA tracing and fingerprint matching saved into the little box sitting next to it, and to enter the room, you had to supply the right ones of each.
Of course Mysa was able to get in. The door was programmed to only let her and Syrin in, but only one at a time, so neither got hurt by a sudden door to the face and a following explosion. Mysa exited the little room still cursing, though dressed now in a pair of black jeans with chains and straps, and a black t-shirt with a screaming, crying 'smiley' face. Underneath the 'smiley' face, it said, "Happy Days..." (Music note)
"So, Botan," Mysa said lightly, as if she wasn't planning revenge, "you were saying?" Botan blinked.
"What was I saying?"
"I dunno. Were you talking about fanged lamps? Giant mutant towels? Flying killer teddy bears with machine guns? Non-existent places?"
"That one! The last one! It does exist, though; we just can't find it."
"Yeah. Right. Now that that's all cleared up, what were you saying?"
"Last night, at around 11, we had a spear stolen from a heavily guarded vault. The spear had a big role in the resurrection of Jang-Kombe, but it can be replaced, or totally ignored if they really have enough power. There is only one item that is absolutely necessary to bring him back."
"Please don't tell me that it's in the place you can't find."
"Uh... it is, unfortunately. But Hiei has volunteered to go find it."
"Why'd he do that? He doesn't seem like a volunteer type of guy."
"He isn't. I have no clue why he volunteered to go," But Botan had thought of a way around her dilemma. Since Hiei was the only one who could see this shadow, and Hiei was leaving... "but I want you to go too, Mysa."
"WHAT! I CAN'T DO THAT! I HAVE TO PROTECT SYRIN!"
"Yeah, and a you've been doing a fine job too, from what I hear." While Syrin had been taking out the last of Mysa's stitches, Kurama, Yusuke and Kuwabaka had filled Botan in about the electronic traps. Though Botan knew that they existed, she had in fact forgotten about them, and was soon told that Mysa had turned it off in a couple rooms. "Leaving the main entrance wide open... what if I had been someone who only looked like me! What then!"
"That's why you assigned those bozos downstairs to guard her, right! They're all good at fighting! Though I can't believe that Kuwa-whatever guy is good at anything..."
"You doubt them, but you trust them with Syrin's life!" Mysa blanched, and lowered her gaze.
"I... I suppose you're right. I'm not a very good guard at all. I just put my friend at risk."
"But you're my best friend. And you're a fine guard, just a bit absent minded." Syrin tried to cheer her friend up. Raising her head, Mysa gave her a weak smile, then turned to Botan, face set.
"All right, I'll look for it too. If I stay, I'm just endangering Syrin's life. So, tell me what I'm looking for, and what's the place it's in called."
"Not yet; I'm going to save some time and brief both you and Hiei together." Botan said, and Syrin started to walk away. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to get Hiei, help the shorty get up the stairs without keeling over." As Syrin slowly picked her way down the steps, Botan and Mysa stood directly across from each other, locked in a frosty silence.
"Hiei, you're wanted up top. Follow me closely, now." It took a while to get up stairs, but eventually they did. Botan and Mysa were speaking again.
"You know, Botan, it's days like today that make me wish I had never met you."
"Hey, all mortals meet me at one point or another; it's not my fault that–"
"A-HEM." Syrin cleared her throat loudly as her head appeared at the top of the stairs. "I found him." She moved aside and motioned Hiei to continue upwards. With a contemptuous expression (if she hadn't insisted on him following her, he could have made it up the stairs a lot faster, and might have heard more of the conversation) he did so. Syrin went back downstairs into her room. Once there, she began to explain her traps to Kurama, and, bored, Yusuke and Kuwabaka went back into the living room, back into their brawl over the tv.
"So, what do you want?" Hiei growled.
"Mysa has agreed to go with you on your search for Lost."
"What!"
"Yeah, it's not like I'm thrilled to death, myself." Mysa looked very pissed, but soon it passed, and her face became carefully blank. "By the way, Botan, I wanted to give you this." She started to search through her pant pockets for the Reaper knife (that I really own, got it for six bucks! Gotta love the Gun and Knife Show), pulling out everything else in her way. What was in her way? Knives, of course. Soon she had a huge pile of knives in front of her, from where she had taken them out of her pants. "Ah-ha! Here it is!" She handed over the Reaper knife to Botan, who took it kind of dazedly.
"How did you fit all those into your pants?" She asked.
"Huh? Oh, my knives..." Mysa waved her hands around voodoo-ishly, and said in a creepy voice, "It is not for you to know the secrets of the Pants..." Then dropped her hands back to her side, and started to nudge at all the knives with her foot. Hiei glared at her.
"Why the hell are YOU coming? I can do this much faster without a ningen, Botan. I don't want this baka hanging around my neck like a lead weight." Mysa's eyes flashed with anger.
"Hey, I already said I didn't want to come. I'm doing it because I'm a danger to Syrin's health, though it's not like no one knew that already... and I'm not a lead weight, I'll probably figure it all out before you do."
"Figure WHAT out!"
"How to find a place that is lost and can't be found. I was always really good at hide and seek."
"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! SEE, I TOLD YOU SHE'D BE USELESS, BOTAN!"
Syrin winced from her room. "Sounds like they're getting along great..." She muttered to Kurama, who laughed.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW! MAYBE IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT! WE HAVE NO CLUES, THIS PLACE COULD BE ANYWHERE!"
"And have anywhere inside it." Botan interrupted, though I don't really know why. "Can we get back to the subject at hand?" Ah.
"We never had a 'subject at hand', because small fry here had to start screaming!"
"I AM NOT SHORT!"
"BUT YOU ARE SCREAMING!"
"SO ARE YOU!"
"Will you two shut up! You're both going on this mission, and nothing is gonna change that, so get used to it, shut your faces, and listen to me! Now, Hiei already knows this, but the object you're looking for is a sword, Mysa." Mysa's eyes shone.
"Is it a PRETTY sword? How well crafted is it? Was it done independently? Or was it machine manufactured? Is it–"
"I told you already to shut up! I don't know what the sword looks like, or who made it, or how! I don't care, and neither should you! This sword was made for the sole purpose of killing your friend!" The light in her eyes died.
"Oh. Never mind then." She started to put away her knives without thinking about it. Botan still couldn't see how all those knives could fit into her pockets without bulging, or at least clinking. Shaking her head, the Grim Reaper continued,
"Anyway, you two have to find Lost, and that's practically impossible, not to mention an oxymoron. We don't know who or what is inside it, because lost people can be in Lost as well as places and things. Some follower or another of Jang-Kombe's might have already found his way into Lost, and found the sword. If that's the case, you'll have to kill him." Mysa looked thoughtful.
"So, you want us to go to a place that doesn't exist, to find a thing that definitely exists, and kill anyone that gets in our way, whether they exist or not?" Mysa nodded to herself. "Sounds doable. When do we start?"
"Right now. The sooner the better." Botan answered her, and the human girl went off a little ways to the right, to look at a couple of sharp things while she thought on it.
"What the hell are you doing? We should be looking for this place, not just standing around!" Hiei said. Mysa rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm thinking how to find this place. Though Botan didn't mention it this time, I heard her telling you all about how the only place that is even a sometimes portal to Lost is the Bermuda Triangle. But that can't be the ONLY way to get to this place, if things, places, and people appear there all the time. Well, supposedly appear there all the time... There has to be another way..." Botan wasn't paying any attention to them, she was looking at the Reaper knife and laughing silently. Mysa scratched her chin. "If anywhere can appear in Lost, then why can't Lost appear anywhere? Like, say, we're lost right now, because neither of us knows our exact coordination on the map. Just say. If that's the truth, then, why doesn't a portal to Lost appear right underneath our feet!" Botan looked over just in time to Mysa and Hiei disappear through the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL!" She shouted. Her oar turned into a scythe and she started to hack away at the floor.
Syrin looked up, startled, when a piece of plaster fell on her head, and she saw Botan's face looking down at her through a hole in the ceiling. Slowly picking the plaster out of her hair, Syrin said,
"I'm thinking Mysa has something to do with this, right?" Botan nodded. "How did it end up with you punching a hole through my ceiling?"
"Uh... she and Hiei disappeared... through the floor." Syrin nodded as if this was perfectly normal.
"I see. Anyway, Kurama, as I was saying, this trap right here shoots poison gas out when someone sniffs this flower..." Kurama was confused. Though Botan had said that Hiei had disappeared through the floor with Mysa, he could still sense Hiei's energy on the floor above him, yet it was greatly weakened. This both confused and worried him.
"Are you sure they're both gone?" He called up to Botan.
"Yeah... I think so... I see what you mean..." Her head disappeared from the hole in the ceiling, and she came down the stairs. "If he's still there, he's invisible. I can't see him, anyways."