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Chapter 5
Feelings
Quietly she rushed over to the dresser and pulled a pocket knife from the top drawer. There was no way she was going to be kidnapped again. 'Not without a fight!' Carefully she slid the door open enough that she could squeeze through. Taking a chance making noise was on her 'not to do list.' Another bang sounded throughout the home and she jumped in surprise. 'Hiei where the hell are you?' Carefully she walked towards the noise, until she came upon a western styled door. 'Why haven't I noticed this before?' Whitney grasped the knob and turned it, opening the door with ease. The noises were louder now.
A steep staircase descended into a dimly lit room. She went down it, cautious of each wooden step before she hit the bottom. There was grunting now, and the sound of punches. Instantly Whitney went into fight mode to help her protector, but what greeted her was not two people fighting. Just Hiei beating the wooden dummy covered in writing with determination. His bandana was no longer wrapped around his head and his shirt lay forgotten on the floor. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face, neck and chest, making his skin glisten against the candlelight. Her knife fell to the floor making Hiei halt mid punch. "Oh shit."
Their eyes connected for a brief moment, unsure who would react first. Whitney's heart thudded loudly in her chest. As much as she disliked him as a person he was definitely male. Her primitive instincts instantly kicked in making a heat grow low in her belly. Slowly Hiei straightened a distinct smell coming through the air. His dragon roared demanding him to take control. A wanting woman was something you don't walk away from. A soon as Hiei took a step towards her, Whitney dashed back up the steps mumbling an apology before slamming the door shut.
Hiei eyed the forgotten knife on the ground and smirked. Apparently she thought that would have protected her against a demon. 'Pathetic.' His smirk then faltered. His dragon responded to a woman for the first time. His thoughts then drifted. There were things about his past no one knew of, and he swore he would never tell. To know ones past is to know their weaknesses and the fire demon didn't want to chance that. His eyes roamed up the wooden steps in anger. The fact that he couldn't hide it from her was a problem. He liked his solitude, embraced it. He never had strangers look at him with caring eyes, and it drove him mad this human was doing just that. Clenching his fist, Hiei went back to the wooden dummy and continued his training.
Whitney moved again in her sleep. Arms stretched out reaching for something. "Please." She mumbled. Scenes passed through her mind quickly and she tried to hold on.
Yusuke blocked another punch, another kick, and another stab. The man with horns laughed hysterically at his futile attempts. Kurama snapped a thorny whip mere centimeters from the enemies' feet. They were getting nowhere, just tiring themselves out.
Hiei held a dark haired woman to his chest. His knuckles white with pressure. Small gems littered the area around them. The woman's head lolled back as her arm turned to emerald stone. "Please don't go." He pleaded.
The woman was Whitney.
She woke up with a start holding a hand to her breast. Whitney went to her duffle bag and pulled out a worn notebook. The pages were littered with writing and scribbles. A few paragraphs here, and a few pictures there. Flipping to a new page, Whitney detached a pen and began writing. For some reason something was nagging at her to record every dream she had from this point on. 'Maybe this will help.' Once she was done, Whitney grabbed an outfit and her bathroom essentials before making her way to the washroom. The water was hot against her skin but she didn't mind. Her thoughts ran wild about her dilemma and her eyes snapped open in realization. "Kathy!"
Whitney's coworkers watched hesitantly as police officers emerged from the owners' conference room. "Thank you gentleman." The owner Mr. Sing began. "This is definitely hard to swallow, she was a good employee." Kathy peered out from her cubicle with worried eyes. Bags decorated underneath them from the lack of sleep, while cups of coffee littered her desk. When the two men left, Mr. Sing rubbed the palm of his hand against his head. "Everyone," He called out. "Please meet me in the conference room. I have some terrible news." The knot in Kathy's stomach dropped.
She was dead.
Again Hiei was nowhere to be found. After getting ready, Whitney looked for anything that resembled a phone but to no avail. "This is getting ridiculous!" She checked every room, the yard, the basement. "Hiei!" Whitney started yelling for him now. She needed to see Koenma, and she wanted to see him now. A heavy footstep was heard from behind her, and she turned. Hiei stood tall peering at her with disdain. She let out a sigh of relief in response. 'Finally.' "Do you know when Koenma is going to meet us?" Whitney asked. "I'm tired of waiting for answers, and I know you won't give them to me." He folded his arms. "I'm not his keeper." He stated. "Call him yourself."
She groaned. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" She asked. "There's no god damn phone around here!" Hiei reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a small compact mirror. "Here." He said before walking away. Whitney took the object. "What the hell is this?" She questioned waving it in the air. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He turned his head to her briefly. "Figure it out." And then he was gone again. Whitney threw it against the wall in fury.
"Asshole!"
She sat in the sitting area propped up against the wall, book in hand. The small compact sat next to her on the floor. She glanced at it few times not sure what to do with it. Curiosity got the best of her, and Whitney placed down the book. She turned the device around in her hand before finding a small silver button on the side. She pressed it and watched as the object opened like a pocket mirror. The screen fizzed like an old T.V. before a pretty blue haired woman appeared. "Hello Hie-Oh well hello there!" She greeted a little too happily. Whitney stared dumbfounded. "Uh hi." The woman's smile broadened. "You must be Whitney, Lord Koenma has told me so much about you! What a pleasure! My name is Botan!" Whitney blinked in surprise. 'No wonder why he gave this to me.' "Nice to meet you Botan. Is there any chance Koenma is with you? I need to speak to him." The cheerful smile vanished. "No I'm sorry he isn't. Important matters, you understand." Whitney's tongue clicked on the inside of her cheek. "Right." "Maybe I can help you!" "No that's okay. I really need to speak to him. If you see him around let him know Whitney needs to see him. It's urgent." Botan nodded a little too happily. "Absolutely! It was nice meeting you!" "Same." And then she hung up. "Hiei!"
The fire demon cringed when he heard his name echo throughout the small home. At this point he was ready to deliver the woman to Kishou himself. He waiting reluctantly for her by the back door. Hiei admitted she was exotic in her own way. She wasn't pale or delicate looking. Instead she was tan, curvy, and her eyes. Though they held the same brown as many humans, hers were deeper. The door slid open and Whitney poked her head out. "There you are." She breathed. "I was looking for you." Hiei leaned further against the wall. Whitney closed the door and held her hand out to him. "Here's your," She looked at the object in her hand again. "Thing back. Thanks." The man eyed her before taking the compact and placing it in his coat.
"That woman is pretty interesting." Whitney commented. "Girlfriend of yours?"
"She if the baffoons assistant. I will never be intimate with her."
The woman's foot tapped nervously against the wood. "So," She began. "I was thinking about making dinner for us tonight and hoping maybe you could help me with some of the questions I had." "Are you bribing me?" Hiei questioned. Immediately her hands shot up. "No, no, I just couldn't get a hold of Koenma and was wondering if you had some of the answers I was looking for. Plus I haven't seen you eat yet and you must be starving." Whitney's protector moved away from the wall and grabbed his weapon. He eyed her quietly before walking inside. "It better be good."
An enormous smile rested easy on her face for the rest of the day. As she rummaged through the basket of goods, Whitney made silent note of what she had to work with. On the bottom of the basket buried beneath the fruit and vegetables laid two large wraps of noodles. 'Vegetarian it is!' She got to work quickly. Humming tunes from her light spirit. She was able to find a few pots and pans below the older stove and she clapped her hands together in prayer.
An old Sakura tree shaded Hiei from the sunset as he sat in thought. All it took was a simple touch from her. His eyes drifted to the house again. Would it be possible to see his future? Koenma did mention she could foresee anything she wanted too, but only if she was in full control of her power. If he took the risk again of showing his past, would it be so bad? The smell of food made his stomach growl. It was time to put his theory to the test.
The dishes were set and the candles were lit. Whitney openly patted herself on the back with pride. It may have taken a lot longer than she expected but when the smell hit her nose again Whitney didn't mind. 'Now where is Hiei?' She placed the lid on the pot to keep the food from getting cold and waited. The back door slid open and Whitney could hear his steps nearing. The silence was deafening for her. She watched him quietly, her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. He never met her eyes as he took a seat on the floor across from her. The bottle of Sake caught his attention and he poured a cup fill.
Nervously Whitney lifted the top from the pot and placed it next to her before serving Hiei. This time his eyes roamed over her. He could tell something was off about her. Her arms were too stiff and she avoided to meet his gaze. As Whitney went to place the bowl full of food on the table, her shaky hand made the dish hit his cup of Sake almost making it fall over. "Sorry." She mumbled, and went to fill her own bowl.
Hiei continued to watch her, inwardly smiling at her discomfort. "I want to know about Lord Kishou." She said picking up her chopsticks. "It's Kishou." Hiei corrected. "He is not a lord anymore." Her eyes traveled to him. "What happened?" His hand reached out for his drink and took a polite sip. "He was taken over by the three kings of Makai. He was too confident no one would rise up against him." Whitney bit her bottom lip in thought. 'Doesn't Makai mean demon realm?' She took a breath. "Are you saying he's a demon?" "Yes. We all are." The fire demon watched Whitney grab the bottle of Sake and poured her glass to the brim before taking a large drink. She grimaced. "How is that even possible?" Whitney asked more to herself then to him. "You're not supposed to exist." She took a long breath trying to calm her nerves.
Hiei continued with his meal. Surprised as the flavors burst out against his tongue. This woman would have to make his meals more often. "Are there different kinds of demons?" She asked him. "Are there different kinds of humans?" Whitney nodded. Hiei did have a point. She continued with her questions throughout their meal. Her nerves calming as the conversation turned lighter after they started a second bottle of Sake, and Whitney could feel her skin warming. His answers were short obviously showing his dislike for conversation and Whitney never pushed.
Kishou moved with determination into Lord Koenma's castle escorted by guards. A wicked smile placed on his lips at the worried glances. They walked him to a bright room, the lights magnifying Kishou's battle scars. He showed them off with pride. "Koenma." He greeted silk-fully. "A pleasure as always." Koenma eyed him carefully. Something was wrong. A demon wouldn't walk freely to his death. "It's Lord Koenma now." He corrected. "What business do you have here besides containment?" Kishou's fangs appeared slightly. "I was hoping you could tell me what you did with my queen." Alarms went off in the rulers head. 'He has a plan!' "I am not obliged to tell you that information." Koenma began. "Unfortunately you've wasted your time and freedom coming here."