Dark Con of Enma : Guardian of Angels
A/N : Well, this story is just one big knot. I hope you like it. Please, please review. I live for them. Kicking romance and drama up a notch. That's my job, after all.
"Actually, young lady, it is quite possible, all because of you."
Not one person spoke. Instead they all looked at Botan, who looked just as shocked and hesitant as the rest of the group. Her small hands went up to her hair and took a lock if it into her fingers. Something was moving inside her again.
"I don't understand, sir."
The demon's eyes widened. He did not expect to be shown politeness by the blue haired onna. After all, he did try to use her as a human shield. He regained his composure and sat up straighter.
"You are the a decedent of the great Guardians. Your mother and father were the Masters. The highest, most important of the Keepers."
Botan wanted to run. To never set eyes upon the demon Bishop again. But her subconscious told her to stay.
"Keepers? Keepers of what?"
Botan's voice became fragile, like a frightened child. Hiei noticed the change. He gave a look to the fox, who just nodded in return.
"Keepers of the greatest cover-up in the history of the three worlds. You parents guarded the identity of the true heir to Enma's throne."
The demon's face creased as he smiled. It was not sinister, but it wasn't exactly warm either. Botan pinched the bridge of her nose. She had foggy bits and pieces of memories of her actual life. Her mother and father, well, she couldn't picture their faces. But she remembered their love. Their touch. Their smell. Everything but their faces.
"My parents died hundreds of years ago."
This made the demon Bishop smile. His teeth were sharp, like a wolf's. Yusuke glared at the demon but let him speak.
"Yes, but they left you. You inherited their secrets, their life work!"
His voice was a raspy whisper. Botan suddenly felt like she was going to rip in two. Her frame was shaking visibly.
"Well, I might have, but I'm dead. Sorry to disappoint you."
Her voice might have been trembling, but her words were as sharp and cold as ice. Her vision started to blur. Everyone in the room felt a change in temperature. The demon Bishop stood despite the seals and talismans that were burning his flesh.
"You might have died, but the information lives. It must be anticipating its release."
Botan sank to her knees as she bit her bottom lip. Hiei unsheathed his sword and lowered himself to her.
"Onna, look at me."
Botan wanted to tell him to call her by her name, but her lips couldn't form the words. She looked into Hiei's dangerous eyes. His hands went to the white bandanna around his forehead and untied it, letting it drift down to the floor. Botan was vaguely aware of Hiei's Jagan Eye glowing before she lost consciousness.
Hiei looked around. He was in the onna's mind. It wasn't what he had expected at all. Instead of pink fluffy cute things, the baka onna's mind was very bright. Hiei could feel grass blades brushing up against his cloak and legs, but he couldn't see them. The only thing he could view were marble columns and statues. He saw one of a man in a warrior's gear, and another of a woman who was in robes. It was more like a toga.
Hiei narrowed his eyes as he continued further. "Onna!" He actually called out to her. As he walked, he realized that the grass had stopped and he was now walking on a hard surface. He bent down and ran his fingers over the cold, smooth surface.
More marble. Hiei rolled his eyes as he walked forward again, his footsteps echoing. "Baka ferry onna! Answer me!" He frowned when an eerie voice started to sing. Just one note, but it sounded, well, it sounded perfect. So impeccable it didn't sound human. Hiei bristled and moved faster.
The singing abruptly stopped and a white light shone directly ahead of the Koorime. His eyes closed instinctively. He squinted, eyelids just barely open. He saw a figure that looked like the onna. But his ancient instinct told him that he was wrong. It was someone, or something else. Something more.
The figure started to sing once more and it approached Hiei, the light getting brighter and brighter. He was forced to close his eyes. He kneeled and he felt a cold hand brush his cheek. He didn't dare open his eyes. If he did his eyes would burn right out of their sockets. Then the hand's touch burned and Hiei felt a powerful force push him backwards.
"Agh!"
Hiei fell backwards. Kuwabara let out a girlish shriek.
"The shrimp! He screamed!"
Hiei shook himself. He did scream. Ugh! It was a sign of weakness, fear. He gazed down at the ferry onna. She was awake. He glared at her. What the fuck was that in her mind? Though he would never admit it, Hiei was terrified for the first time in his life. It was so powerful, whatever was in the onna's mind. He frowned. If her mother had left a secret not in body, but in soul, then that would be it.
"Onna. Did you see anything when I went into your mind?"
Botan gazed up at him, her eyes wide with concern and fear.
"I only saw your eyes."
Yusuke gritted his teeth. So Botan's folks left some kind of message for her, in her mind, and it was so powerful it forced Hiei out. Just what was going on? Kurama took a look at the demon Bishop who was grinning from ear to ear.
"It's there, isn't it?"
Yusuke didn't want to admit that this corrupted Bishop was right. Because if he did, then how much more of the demon's theory was true?
"I even know some of the songs that the Guardians sing." The demon sang, just a simple tune, 'bum bum, ba-da-dum' stupid stuff like that. Botan felt her blood run cold. Her mother had sang that to her when she cried or just for fun. She remembered dancing to it.
"Please, stop. I don't know anything! I can barely remember my life when I was alive!"
Botan let the tears fall from her violet eyes. The Bishop's smile faded, and his tone turned serious.
"You don't know anything, but whatever is locked inside you does."
