The Biography of Hiei and Botan : The Symphony

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I

Mukuro (demon): It had been dusk when my guards informed me that there had been a pulse of energy just on the boarder of my old domain. They had used the words strange, not human, not demon, and not spirit. Of course, this got my attention.

I had manufactured myself a motorbike of sorts. It was large, but it was quick and intimidating. I'm a very practical girl at heart, you see. Anyway, as I zoomed across the Makai plains, I saw them. My Second in Command and a woman. A woman whom I had met a few times before. I believe her name was Botan.

Koenma (Son of God): Pictures of the Priest who had murdered. Murdered a demon. I shuffled through papers. Early ones. Ones that demanded that every demon found in the Ningenkai, back when there was only Ningenkai and Rekai, be killed. No mercy.

Secret orders.

Makai was only made to trap the demons. Keep them there until they all died.

My mouth began to fill up with salty water as I saw the picture of the Priest's family. It said, that in the massacre, the Priest in his wife had escaped. The victim, their daughter. Who was only seven. She was slaughtered by the King Himself.

I had to turn away from the child's pink eyes. The eyes of my ferry girl, Botan. I had to stop looking at her before I vomited with shame.

Kurama (kitsune): A blast of heat made the pillar collapse, Yusuke and Kuwabara freezing under the pressure of falling. I leaped off the crumbling marble, grabbing onto them as I used my rose whip as a rope, wrapping it around another, more secure, bar that had extended from another part of the Rekai building. They clung to my waist, breathing heavily.

"We gotta get out of here, man." I began to swing back and forth as Kuwabara continued to talk. "This isn't right. We shouldn't be here." His voice took on that deeper tone when he was getting a psychic feeling or warning. "Our feet should not tread on these grounds."

Notes from Botan's Journal (spirit): Mukuro let me have her dagger so that I could carve the staff given to me by Adam. I sat on the balcony, clothed in Mukuro's cloak. She said that she was having robes fashioned for me.

It was very flustering, getting a lot of attention by such a powerful demon. So I tried to get as far away from all of it as possible by sitting on a marble seat on the balcony. I had sandpaper as I smoothed it down, dust falling on the granite floor.

"Hn. Making it your own?"

I didn't turn around to see him.

"Yes." He leaned on the railing, dressed in his normal black attire. His crimson cloak was tucked under his arm. "What have you been up to?"

The fire demon let the wind blow his face as darkness settled over Makai.

"Talking." The answer made me snort, seeing as how Hiei was not known for conversing. He raised an eyebrow, telling me that he was well aware of why I was laughing. "We're going to have to remove Enma from power soon."

I closed my eyes, the dagger slipping and cutting my finger open.

"I was hoping that you wouldn't bring that up."

Yusuke (demon): My spine was locked in the coldest region of the world when I heard Kuwabara's voice. His eyes were full of fear as another blast rocketing towards us. Kurama watched as the fireball got closer.

"Kurama! Let go! NOW!"

His hand released his whip, blood dripping from the thorns as we fell downwards. To the war zone.

Ayame (spirit): I stood next to George as a blast of white light overtook Enma. The person in white floated in the air. They looked... divine. I squinted my eyes as I tried to see them better.

"Got get him, girl."

I turned, astonished, as I saw that George was smiling. He gazed at the white being with such pure devotion and affection that I had to stop crying. I had to stop being selfish and blind as I looked back, towards Enma.

He fell to the ground, dust and debris kicking up, hurling towards us. George and I didn't even put up our arms to defend ourselves. We just let the wind of knowledge wash over our skin.

II

Kurama: I must have blacked out for a few seconds, because the one thing I remembered was Yusuke shaking me awake, his eyes wide and full of fear as he pulled me up. Kuwabara was shuddering, watching the battle proceed.

"It just feels strange." Yusuke and I were using the broken pillar as a barricade, pulling Kuwabara along with us. "We were told to fight, to stop them. Hiei and Botan, I mean."

I watched as Botan was hit down to the ground. My muscles tensed, wanting to help her. My hair flew up into the air as a streak of fire scorched across the sky, landing beside the ferry girl. It was Hiei. At least... I thought it was.

Mukuro: Botan excused herself. As soon as she was gone, I turned to my Second in Command.

"Is she the–"

"Only survivor of the Christmas Massacre?" His blood red eyes were so fierce, full of fire. "Yes."

The breath left my lungs so fast. Hiei might as well have punched me in the stomach. I had to hold onto the wall as I got a hold of myself.

"How many people know?"

"Kurama, and now you."

I peeked out onto the balcony. The woman... the savior was sitting on my marble benches. She was carving with my dagger. Her blue hair, shimmering in the light of the stars, hung around her shoulders. Just looking at her made tears jump up to my eyes as a feeling of euphoria washed over me.

"You love her, don't you?"

Even though he glared at me and crossed his arms, he refused to answer. I didn't need an answer anyway to the question that had just sort of slipped out. I saw the way he had hugged her. How he had kissed her with joy.

Whenever he looked at her, the muscles in his entire body just relaxed. Like he has at home when he was with her. When she smiled at him, they shared this bond. I had seen this exchange with soldiers who had gone to war and women who had given birth. They had this common bond that flowed deeper and darker than blood.

When she smiled at him, he had to fight himself to not smile back and smirk instead.

Yukina (Koorime): Shizuru and Keiko held me tight, fighting to hold me down as I screamed into the sky. Tear gems were flowing from me now, my hands reaching up to the red clouds. I pleaded to have my brother back. I wanted him back. Kazuma and Botan too.

The ground shook, ash falling from the sky.

As people woke up, running out of their houses, I swore, I heard the voices of angels.

George (ogre): The fireball had these two red glints. Right where eyes would be. It was faster than light, at least, to my dull eyes it seemed like it to me. Fire erupted from the ground of Rekai, trapping Enma.

A low growl rumbled in the air, sparking like electricity. I realized that... the fireball was Hiei. And he was currently helping up Botan, those red glints looking over her body for wounds.

Ayame: Christmas Day of 2008 soon became the date known around the world.

Notes from Botan's Journal: "You can't run away from what is going to happen."

"And you think that we can bring down Enma Himself?"

"He's not God!" He had yelled. The shock must have been plainly written across my face as I stared wide eyed at him. Hiei lowered his eyes, his shoulders slumped forward. It was the most apologetic I think I had ever seen him. "He isn't. You know he's not."

My lips and heart tried to defy him. But I couldn't. I knew he was right. That Adam and Eve were right.

"Even so, we–"

"We'll get stronger. We already are stronger."

I watched as he flexed his muscles, suddenly his entire body being consumed in flame. I got up quickly.

"Hiei!"

"It's alright." The fireball spoke. Hiei was... he was okay. "See?"

He reached out, his hand crackling. I smiled a little bit as I closed my eyes. With a little concentration, I felt my entire body become enveloped in a warm blanket. When I opened my eyes, my entire body was illuminated in a white light.

"Still," Hiei powered down, his skin still smoking, "we aren't powerful enough. And unless I'm mistaken, they don't make steroids for Gods."

The Forbidden Child looked away for a fleeting moment. His cheeks... I want to say they were pink but I'm not one to judge.

"Once we mate, nothing will be out of our reach."

III

Yusuke: Hiei is a powerful demon. He is. Even on my standard. What I was sensing, up there in Rekai, was not the Hiei I knew. He wasn't the rouge demon that I had fought for the Three Artifacts. He wasn't the demon who had to kick my ass into fighting Sensui.

This being was different.

The fire that flowed around him... well... on him glowed a vicious white mixed with silver. The sheer power of the flames alone... they would have fried my ass to Hell and back!

Koenma: The ferry girls and ogres began to slowly pick at the papers that were swamping the floors. Their eyes would scan the pages, and then they looked at me. Accusing glares. Questioning gazes. Horrified mouths gaping open.

I turned towards the balcony, to where my Dad was fighting two rouge fighters.

The crashes, the booms and wails. It was a symphony. It was climbing and climbing to its climax. The strings, woods, brass, and last but not least, the percussion. They were all working together, making art.

My feet carried me to the scene. The fire hissed in my ear, crystal clinks of white spirit bursts twinkling in the smoke. Inside my heart, I held a great pity. Not for the ones who were rebelling, but for my Father.

And how hard he was going to fall.

Mukuro: I made a room up for her. The Last Soul. Possibly the new God. I really didn't know what back then. I delivered her robes later in the night. She had been sitting up in bed, the covers thrown up around her.

"Here." I held out the white robe, draping it over a chair. "It was just finished."

"Thank you." Her pink eyes were honest and true. I realized that I could easily get lost in them. They held something... something that I would never be able to identify, but I knew that I would search for my whole life. "You didn't need to do that for me."

I nodded. I ran my hands over her sheets. Satin. I had a weakness for it. I sat on the edge of her bed, next to her.

"Before I let you go and life as we know it changes, I want to get a few things off my chest, okay?" She nodded. Ever so saintly. My heart was pounding. I felt like a thirteen year old girl trying to break up with a boyfriend or admit her feelings to a loved one. "You're great. I'm glad that... that you came along in my lifetime." There was something wrong with me. I... I couldn't breathe all that well... and my throat was getting clogged with a scorching stone. "I-I c-can't b-b-believe it's r-r-r-really y-you."

I tried to hide my face in my hands when the tears fell from my eyes. I hiccuped like a little girl. I felt as if I had taken my first breath of fresh air, and it was all because of the woman laying in bed to my side. I felt her move, the covers sliding off of her. I wheezed, ashamed of my red face now covered in salty tears.

"Shh..." She took me... Botan took me into her arms, like I was her daughter. She brushed my hair with her fingers. I was helpless. So many years, hating myself and my past, hating humans and Rekai. Hate. There was so much hate. "Don't cry."

I wrapped my arms around her in a fierce hug.

"Sorry." I sniffed, holding in my breath until the hiccups were gone. Then I let it out in one big whoosh. I wiped my eyes, a flush on my face. "I don't usually... in fact... I've never..."

"I know. It's alright."

She was so regal. Royal. I swallowed some saliva to moisten up my throat. My eyes were still a bit moist, but I had to remember why I came here.

"I wanted to tell you that..." The words were on the tip of my tongue. A part of me wanted to dress up the fact, to be eloquent and suave. But that was not me. "Hiei is in love with you."

Kurama: That day I saw the end of an era. As Enma, the towering God moaned, his loud voice bellowing throughout the airwaves. He might have been a colossal beast, but Hiei and Botan, they had something that he didn't.

I couldn't explain it to you if I wanted. It is almost as if... the information has been taken away from me. But, I can assure you that no matter how small they might have been in comparison, Enma didn't have a chance.

And really, it didn't come down to mere power alone. He had no presence. He had no class. He was just big and expected everyone to shiver in his giant shadow.

But not Hiei and Botan.

No.

They were dignified. They glowed. Literally and figuratively. Botan, with her holy light had white staff, she was nothing short of angelic. Her slender arms and legs were limber as she easily maneuvered around Enma's clumsy energy blasts.

Then there was Hiei.

Lord of Fire. He was incredible. I had never seen anything so dangerous. He was hard to recognize, seeing as his body was just flames entirely. His red eyes had been replaced by hot red glints and his hair crackled wildly in the air as a red flame, smoke curling in the air. His sharp movements could only mean skill and precision.

I knew that I could do nothing to "help" the situation. Not that I wanted to. Yusuke and Kuwabara knew that they couldn't either.

Ayame: The swirls of light, the dance of flames, it hypnotized me. I swayed dangerously, but George was there to catch me. I just couldn't handle it. It was too beautiful.

Notes from Botan's Journal: My heart stopped for an awfully long time. I must have looked like a fool, eyes wide and my mouth open in disbelief. Mating? It had been far from my mind. I hadn't thought of it... since... since the hypothesis I had made a while ago.

To mate with Hiei. It wasn't unappealing. I just couldn't believe it, even when it was coming from the demon himself.

"Are you sure? Mating is... you can't... you know that you can't reverse it, right?"

My heart began to beat, pulsing in a steady but rapidly quickening pace. His serious face brought back memories of Yusuke and Keiko's wedding rehearsal. Hiei and I stood in the back of the church, watching as Yusuke and Keiko practiced the vows and putting the rings on one another's fingers.

Hiei and I were still not really close. We never had been up until recent events. He snorted, making me glace over at him.

"What's so funny?"

Thinking back, I had been a bit cheeky with him. He rolled his eyes, his crimson eyes glazed over with a look of boredom and distaste.

"You nigens and your worthless rituals."

At the time, I had gritted my teeth and decided that I was offended.

"Excuse me? This is a very special and precious moment that is going on here!"

I remember to this very moment how his eyes slid from the alter to me, not wanting to intimidate me, per say, but almost as if to share something witty, sarcastic, and dirty.

"Nigens never truly give themselves to one another. At least Yusuke is a demon and mated with his woman." Yusuke slid the ring on Keiko's finger, quietly kissing her. "These weddings, I've seen them break in a matter of days. Months. They mean nothing."

I sighed, knowing that it was hopeless to change Hiei's mind when it came to the nigen race.

"And what, if you may enlighten me, is better than a wedding."

"Mating." He didn't even bat an eye. If I had been drinking water, I would have spat it out. "To mate with another, though you may not know this, casts a mighty shadow over this pathetic gathering." He had been so serious, not mocking me or having a hidden propaganda underneath his explanation. "You humans don't give yourselves to each other. You don't sacrifice your body and soul to the one that you lo–care about."

"I know you can't reverse it, Botan, I'm a demon, not a fool."

"But you don't love me."

The silence was long. He looked down again, deceiving me for a moment. No. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly–

"We need to. If it needs to be done, for the sake of the Three Worlds, than who am I to stop it?" Once again, he had rendered me speechless. "Eve told me. She told me that when we... mate... that we will..." He looked around, then stooped so he was close to me, so that what he was about to say would only be heard by me and me alone. "We will become Gods, Botan. Gods."

He hovered for a bit.

"Gods?"

He nodded.

"Gods."

I got up, swooning. He held on tightly to my arms, ready for me to fall.

"Hiei, I don't know if I can do this, I mean, me a God? I've always been the ditzy ferry girl! I've been clumsy and hyper and I can't lead the world and certainly not–"

With a quick movement, Hiei placed two fingers over my lips. At first, I thought (perhaps even hoped) that he kissed me. But no. Just my imagination and stupid assumptions. He searched my eyes, a smirk lighting up his face when he had found what he was looking for.

"Listen closely, because I don't repeat myself." I nodded, hoping that my pounding heart wasn't reaching the intricate ears of Hiei. "When I first met you, I didn't like you. I thought you were too optimistic for you own good and a bit naive." He cleared his throat, as if uncomfortable. "But if anyone was meant to do this, it was you."

Mukuro: The look on her face was not what I was expecting. She didn't turn red, and she didn't get all loud and comically nervous. She just let out a long breath, closing her eyes.

"Maybe."

"No. Definitely." I looked out of the black window. "Do you love him?"

She didn't answer right away. Botan looked in my direction.

"I don't know." Her pink eyes could never lie. "It's..." She held her hand over her heart. I reached out and touched her chest, feeling her heart beat. "It's..."

"It's like the sun is inside you, isn't it?" Those eyes, those hypnotizing eyes widened. "It's like the sun is inside you, and making everything warm, even when the world around you is damp and cold."

Koenma: Ash began to fall down, and that was when something came up from Ningenkai. Echoing in the sky. I had to close my eyes and scrunch my nose before I figured out that it was voices. Human voices.

Come with me children and follow my way...

Into the world of darkness and magic...

With all my power I'll show you the way...

To all your dreams... hopes and illusions...

When I looked down, through the dark and bleeding clouds, I saw children. All the children of the world. Staring up at the sky, their mouths sagging open as the ancient song fell from their lips. The pitch suddenly held on one note, an angelic chord ringing throughout the Three Worlds as their voices broke the sound barrier.

I threw my arms up into the air, tears falling down my cheeks as I began to sing.

IV

A/N: Phew! I hope you like it. It might not have been as action packed, but TRUST ME when I say that... your socks are about to be blown off in the next chapter. Get ready. Oh, was Hiei too OOC? I mean... ugh I just don't want to mutilate his wonderful character. Was everything okay, or were there something things that you didn't like? Please Review!

-mia

p.s. Did you like Mukuro's emotional moment? She's alright, really lol. Peace!