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Lydia's eyes opened. She felt warm, and very, very tired.
She quickly sat up and grabbed at the pain in her left side that tore her apart. Several tears fell down her face and her eyes adjusted.
She was upstairs in a guest room. It was pretty bare, a soft lavender colored vase reflected soft white light, in it lived a bunch of white orchids and a couple of red roses in their midst. Giligan had paid his respects. Through the window moonlight shone, silently crying in dark sorrow.
She looked down, her dark, straight hair piling in front of her. She was wearing her shorts and the baby blue tank top that looked ghostly in the current atmosphere was only a half shirt. Bandages covered her body enough, like a complete strapless shirt. She pulled the sheets up to her chest.
Yukina slept soundly in a chair, her head in her arms atop the side of the bed. Kurama was curled up in a chair across from the bed. The bathroom light was on and steam escaped under the closed door. There was an eerie wail outside.
She carefully stepped out of bed. He legs crumbled and she fell on the floor. A hand came down on her shoulder and another on her mouth.
She gasped and looked up to Kurama. He put a finger to his lips and carefully pulled her up. He placed a black shawl over her shoulders and drew her to the window where her attention had already been averted.
She watched the night life quietly, sighing when something appeared to please her. Her haunting pale green eyes, now ice like, drifted over to the destruction.
"Oh!" she began to cry lightly. Kurama hugged her, half hiding the embrace as being support for her weak body. She hugged herself around the waist too, ashamed of what she'd done, how easily it had been done.
'It was good that you did, your powers saved you.'
'Yes, but that life was not mine,' she sobbed to Hiei's voice in her head, 'I should have been able to control it.' She then stiffened and froze.
Her right hand felt warm and sticky and… wet. She lifted her hand and stared at the ruby blood. This brought her attention to her bandages. She saw that they blood was badly bleeding through on the entire left side. She suddenly felt faint and realized again how tired and in pain she really was.
She stumbled out of the fox demon's arms and pulled back the sheets, gently to not wake Yukina. Blood was thickly coated onto the sheets.
"You were bleeding so horribly," he whispered, the stench of red blood cells abruptly hovered in the air by her disgusted nose.
She realized, 'Yukina must've spent the night healing me and exhausted herself.'
She turned back to Kurama. He looked extremely drawn and somnolent.
'Him too,' a flash of light caught her attention. She stared at the beautiful guitar leaning against Kurama's chair. Her smile faltered, something just didn't feel right. She'd felt something wrong had been happening before she was attacked.
"He's dead," he confirmed. Kurama expected to see her eyes widen and her to cry. He would explain why Demetrie had passed on and what they were to do with the other Confessors Hiei had informed him of. 'Which reminds me' he thought to speak with Giligan of their affairs.
The guitar's intricately divine designs turned malignant and ugly towards Lydia. The sad disappointed girl just sighed heavily and rubbed her left shoulder, biting her lip.
She walked over and plucked off the pin at the top of Kurama's lime green kimono. She smiled gravely, fastening the pin to hold together the ends of the shawl. He watched her manage a brighter grin. She sweetly touched his cheek.
Lydia jerkily made her way to the bathroom and opened the door. She went to the side with the bottles of cleaning supplies, hair products, medicine, and other medical care. She grasped a large white bottle as tight as she could muster; it almost slipped through her hands, and tossed it at Hiei who one handedly of course, caught it.
"You're covered up to your elbow," she explained, lifelessly.
He pulled the cap of with his teeth and dumped the course white powder over his arm, his hand turned the faucet left and the water let off hot steam.
Lydia calmly set to washing her own blood stained hand with soap and warm water in the other sink. When the water no longer turned pink and her hands were no longer stained, she reached over Hiei's head to get the hand towel over the toilet.
"Watch your right shoulder," he told her. She looked at him with a confused expression.
A hiss escaped her thin set lips. Pain shocked through her nervous system as her finger tips grazed the soft white hand towel. She clutched her shoulder and almost knocked herself over. Hiei's clean arm broke her fall and pushed her up against the counter.
She took in deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside some while he continued to cleanse his red skin as if nothing happened. She pushed back the shawl.
"Aw!" she said, disgusted.
A very large and black bruise covered the right edge of her collar bone and up over her shoulder.
"How did I not break my neck?" she asked allowed to the girl in the mirror.
"You're very lucky."
She moved back into the dim bedroom with the quiet voice.
"Where is he?" she wondered.
"Dead," came the equally dry reply. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder. Hiei was transfixed in her gaze.
"How… h-how do you do that?" he complained, stumbling uncharacteristically over his words. He referred to the sudden conflict in movement whenever their eyes held the same stare.
"It's part of the gift, I'm not proud of it," she turned back to the tall, red haired fox demon. Behind her, Hiei rubbed his eyes like he had a headache. "And I wasn't asking about him."
"Giligan is downstairs sleeping off the exhaustion put onto him when we brought you to this temple nearly drained of life."
"Okay," she breathed out the unnecessary reply.
Every time her power was released, every one would see black, depthless tar cover her eyes momentarily. What they saw was a girl possessed by a dark, merciless, matter.
She saw every act committed by her power and every sin in the opposition's life. A wave of dread, depression, and fury consumed her spirit. It always took a while just to shake the images from her mind.
Lydia's eyes teared up and she pressed a couple of cold fingers against her mouth. 'Try to forget' she told herself, her anger rising. 'No one should have to do this job. At least the bastards in the real world get to choose if they want to be vampirous assholes to every delinquent that waltzes into the iron enclosed office. On top of that, I'm the only 'crime fighter' that seems to bring every single friend down with her!'
This time, both men felt the change.
"Lydia-"
"You look tired Kurama," she cut off.
"And so do you, but-"
"Oh, don't worry about me!" she told him. The sarcasm raised her voice an octave. "I'm dandy. Swell. Been better of course, mind you, but there's nothing wrong here," her false pleasantness disturbed something deep in his soul.
"If that's so, then you can come train with me and my plants right now," his emerald eyes flashed foreboding golden amber.
She was about to retort coyly when she felt a movement foreign to her person. Her hand fluttered to her abdomen.
"Hmm," she murmured, looking down.
"What is going on with her," Hiei asked in his usual demeanor.
Kurama looked down at her, expecting her to answer for herself. When she didn't, he nodded briefly.
"Is there a chance?"
"Pardon?"
"You may be pregnant."
"What?!" she scoffed, her face heated and her anger aroused excitedly through her body.
"Giligan told me you've been playing it off. You were taken by Shigure as a young child, yes, but it wasn't more than three months ago that you escaped."
Lydia blanched. She ran over her untold facts. She reminisced as much as she could of those long, horrifying six years. She didn't bother to tell them any more than the basics because it got too confusing and complicated for her to even explain. Not to mention she liked her personal life to be kept rather quiet in case of something such as the situation she so graciously found her self in occurred and called her back into the abyss.
She walked shakily over to the dresser where a single brown handled knife lay beside a few opened shells from the seeds Kurama used to create his potions. She picked it up, the light reflected off it bounced across the room once. With a quick glance not even Hiei noticed, she plunged the knife into her stomach.
Kurama wrapped her in a tight hold in a flash. The knife clattered metallically onto the floor. Lydia struggled to breathe because his hand was over her mouth and she pushed defeated against his arm that was squishing her middle. He glared at the short, red eyed fire demon in front of him. The said demon picked up the knife and tossed it around his right hand in an obvious fashion.
"Now why would you do a thing like that," Hiei spoke for Kurama flatly.
It took a moment, for Kurama had to cool down a little, before he agreed to remove his hand. He placed it on her forehead as a reminder while she answered hopelessly.
"I can't have a child, not like this. It would be an abomination of unspeakable power so much greater than mine. Yeah, raise your eyebrows at me, he will be the greatest enemy of anything and everything that has ever been, is, and ever will be."
Her words echoed without rebounding sound in the stale air between the three in trial. The one sleeping stirred slightly and sighed lightly.
They stared at each other.
"Then pray that they won't," his voice had a new edge to it, answering his friend with the swordsman skill.
Lydia closed her eyes. She didn't even care if they didn't share their conversations with her.
After several minutes, "You should get some rest."
Lydia grasped the bed frame, gingerly leaning against it. The boy in question sighed heavily and went back to the chair. She actually smiled.
"That can't be comfortable," she suggested. He glanced at the bed with gross disposition. She slowly moved over and pulled off the top comforter and sheet. Hiei took the pillow possessively. Lydia lightly tugged at the corners of the sheet.
Yukina stirred.
"Lydia…" she mumbled, "your wounds…"
Lydia's heart received a cold flame that warmed her emotions. The shock left her bewildered. Her smile was, for once in many years, genuine. 'To think… I've gone this long without totally being cared for. I'm missed so much…' she watched Hiei slowly move toward the sleeping beauty.
"Here," Hiei whispered to himself, he picked Yukina up into his arms and disappeared into the hall.
The bloody soiled sheets were piled into another room. Hiei came back with new linens and the three friends dressed the bed. Kurama argued affectless with Lydia over who needed the bed and sleep. She'd won, threatening to confess him if she didn't for once get to do something kind for another.
"You need to replace those bandages and reapply the ointment fast," he yawned and drifted away in record time.
She looked around the room. Hiei was no where. She mumbled a 'thank you' to the salty, foul air.
Once again she walked into the bathroom and searched the shelf for medical supplies. Several long white bandages, rubbing alcohol, salt, and ointment were placed onto the brown, black, neon green granite counter.
She slowly unwrapped the bandages. She cried for fifteen minutes when she'd gotten to the gaping hole left in the side of her whole empire and natural waist and blood gushed about the bandages and fingers, and then pooling on the floor.
She soon stuffed one of the five snow white rags to use for cleaning up excess blood into her mouth. Muscles tearing, skin breaking, eyes blinded my tears, muffled cries, and gagged she continued to clean and dress the fatal casualty.
When all that was considered done, because she had not properly tied the bandages because of her nimble fingers and trembling limbs, the floor was scrubbed clean with bleach and a pile of reeking soaked with blood rags lay haphazardly wherever they had fallen from her vigorously working hands.
She removed her slobber gag and vomited endlessly into the porcelain bowl. She wiped the salt crusted face that was streaked with tears and blood from her sick spell. She did her best to sweep the wet hair out of her face and her pale green eyes had rendered reddish tints. She disposed of the filthy rags where the sheets had also been discarded.
She glanced at a sleeping Yukina in Genkai's room and returned to be sure Kurama was still heeding his rest.