I woke up the next morning, stiff and sore all over. I went to get up, realizing I was on the floor and used my right arm to help me get up and pain shot through it making me scream in pain.
Matt jumped up. "What the…! Oh… Hiei…"
"D-damn it…!" I stood up.
She stood up and looked at me. "What's your problem…?" she asked, standing up and stretching.
I held my burned arm against my chest. "Well let's see. You shot me last night, I summoned a weak dragon and it STILL burned my arm as bad as the strong one does." I shut up. I was just angry because I realized once again how little control I have over the dragon.
She stared at me. "Oook… that made NO sense."
"Hn. You wouldn't understand. Only…" I trailed off, thinking suddenly of Naoko. "Only another wielder of the dragon can understand."
"Okay… That made less sense."
"Hn." She was annoying me so I changed the subject. I looked at the hole in my pants. The ones I stole last night. "Damn it all to hell…" New pants and they already had a hole in them. This was getting ridiculous.
"Hey, it's your fault."
"I know that, idiot. But you ARE one who shot me."
"You're the one who asked me to!"
"Did I say: 'Hey Matt, shoot me'? I don't think so. You shot me of your own free will."
"No, but you're the one that said, 'Oh, Matt, you can defeat meeee! I'm better than you, c'mon, fight me!'"
I drew my silver katana. "I don't think so and if you don't leave me alone you WILL regret it."
"That's different from last night… all snuggling up next to me…" she walked past me to her room.
"Damn you!" I shouted and walked out.
Matt started laughing. "He's really sweet… Why does he bother to hide it?"
I jumped onto a roof and ripped my bandana off and shoved it into my pocket. I wasn't in a good mood and decided since no one who could cheer me up was here on this planet I would do the second thing that would make me feel better. I rested a hand on the hilt of my katana and leapt to another roof, making my way to the desert.
After a few minutes of working with my katana I saw Sora walked up and watch me for a while. "H-…" she looked away nervous and I couldn't help but pause and then stop training all together.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Did something happen last night—between you and mom?"
"Why?" I winced as I sheathed my silver katana. I had reopened a wound while training.
"Well... you seem upset and Mom seems... coquettish."
I went with my first instinct of what she meant. "Hn. If you think anything happened nothing did. I'll tell you once, I'm married."
"Did you get into a fight? I know Mom only acts like that after she kicks someone's can," Sora replied.
"Yeah, and she shot a hole in my new clothes…" I mumbled, letting some anger seep out about the new outfit.
"Huh…? New clothes? Didn't I blow holes in your clothes more yesterday?"
"Yes, and you hit me more then you think."
"Yeah, I know." She blushed. "…I sorta over did it."
"It's alright. How often do you train?" I asked, wondering if she trained as much as I did.
"Almost never… That's like, pretty much the first time… Besides when Dad taught me how to use a gun. He doesn't believe in violence."
"Uh huh. And he was telling you next chance you get to kill me?"
"Yah, I know. He just says that to the people he really doesn't like. He's sworn the only person he'd kill is Knives… You saw Lost July with Mom, right?"
"Yeah, how did that happen? And one more thing while I'm asking questions. Why is there a huge crater in the moon?"
"Both are from my dad… He did it."
"How?"
The girl looked frightened. I slipped into her mind and saw her fear. Fear that I would hate her… That I would be afraid of her… All because of this difference that she had. "The curse that falls on our family. The 'Angel Arm'."
"'Angel Arm'?" I repeated.
"Yah. It's when out right arm becomes an enormous gun, able to destroy everything." She stared at the ground, as I remained silent, listening intently. "We can't control it, really, either… Only my Uncle can."
"You mean 'Knives'? Right?"
"Yah. Him."
"So… do you have this thing too? This… 'Angel Arm'?" I asked.
"Yah. Anyone in the family does. That makes… Me, Mom, Dad, and Knives."
"How long have you had it? Does it happen at birth or at a certain age?"
"You get it at birth, I think. As long as you have the blood in you, it's there."
I remained silent, thinking and feeling sorry for Sora. She didn't deserve this 'Angel Arm' thing. She was still a child and I knew what it felt like to be thrown into something that made you have to grow up.
"…… It's not easy for us……" she whispered.
I remained silent for a moment. "I might know of a way to help you Sora……"
"H-how?"
"You may not like it. It'll be scary and dangerous," I said. I could do it by myself but I figured it would help if I had her with me. Hn, I had a tendency to work better when I have my motive there with me.
"Hiei…? What's the plan?" she asked.
"We go see Knives. Ask him. If anything happens I can protect you. You can escape and I'll be fine because I can teleport as far as I want." My darker side countered against that. 'If you can then why aren't you back on earth with everyone else?' I ignored it the best I could.
"Hiei—"
I kept quiet, listening to her.
"… O-okay… If it can help, I guess so."
"Alright." I grabbed her hand and she squeezed mine gently, looking for reassurance. I looked at her and smiled. "It'll be alright. I don't let people hurt my friends… and you're my friend, Sora."
She smiled back. "Thanks, Hiei…"
