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It was I who made the first move. Lunging forward, I charged for Yusuke. He was the strongest, after all. Without him, the other two would fall shortly thereafter. Yusuke seemed to be the one who was least hesitant about hurting me. Without him there, Kurama and Kuwabara wouldn't be able to follow his lead. Slamming into him, I knocked him off balance, moving backward quickly so that I could deliver a quick blow to his face with my foot. Before I could spin around for my follow-through, a large hand grabbed my leg. I was thrown against the couch, where I was pinned down by something large, and heavy, and blue.

"Keep her down. Yusuke, help him. I'll fill the bathtub. We have to put her in a contained environment." I could only hear as Kurama fled the room. So that was their plan? Not to fight back but to resist me? Did they think I would easily tire? Did they think I would give up or give in? Certainly not, not when their demise was my objective mission.

I struggled and thrashed against the large hands that kept me in place. Flailing about wildly, I almost got Kuwabara to let up, but Yusuke had jumped in at the right moment, and helped his friend to pin me back down to the furniture.

"Kuwabara! Don't ease up, no matter what!" Yusuke yelled to him through gritted teeth. Kuwabara only nodded, his forehead beading with sweat. Clearly he was less comfortable with being an active, opposing force from me than Yusuke was. Loyalty, an amiable trait of that fool, would undoubtedly be his downfall one day. Hissing and bearing my teeth at this new set of hands that held me in place, I thrashed twice as hard.

"She'll tire soon! Keep holding her down." Kurama's distant voice called to them from the bathroom. With this new inspiration, Kuwabara increased his efforts to keep me in place.

As much as I wanted Kurama to be wrong, as much as I would have liked to believe that I was endowed with the same strength that any demon might have, I found that I was beginning to tire. Hoping for a second wind, I eased down my efforts, but did not give up altogether.

Yusuke peered down at me through triumphant eyes. I would not allow him to wear that grin for more than ten minutes, I swore this to myself. Once I got my second wind back, he was dead meat. I would make sure of it.

I waited and waited, no longer harshly struggling against my captors, yet no second wind came. Quite the opposite occurred, exhaustion began to overcome me more and more with every passing second. I had nearly annihilated these fools before, and yet I had tired myself out so quickly? What was it?

A voice in the back of my head chided me. Perhaps I should not have spent so much time leading that fool Hiei on a wild goose chase around the room.

That must have been it! How long had I been engaging in such a frivolous waste of time? Kurama, Yusuke, and Kuwabara did not rush back. They figured me to be in good hands with Hiei. I had to have been doing it for a while.

Another set of footsteps barged into the room, and for the briefest of instants, I had thought Hiei might have come barging back in, angered, enraged even, wanting to finish me off. Instead, red hair dangled before my eyes, and I was hoisted up from the couch and dumped, in no short terms, into the bathtub. Fury engulfed me. Who were these fools to pick me up in such a manner, and then carelessly dump, no-throw me into a bathtub! When I got my hands on them, they would surely regret challenging me. They would meet the same fate as Hiei.

Hiei. Hiei? What had ever happened to him. He had quite a fall. Surely he was dead. I hoped he wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead! Despite our differences, I did care for him. Had he really kissed me in the bathroom? Did he mean his feelings?

I shuddered.

What was I thinking? No. He deserved whatever fate he met on the concrete. His mangled body must be attracting quite a crowd.

Was Hiei really hurt? He couldn't be!

I flung myself out of the tub, strength renewed, and ran to the window, trampling over broken glass, wincing at the pain, but blocking it out as a whole. Peering over the edge timidly, I expected to see a small body laying on the sidewalk below, limbs bent and broken, blood flooding out in any which way.

Yet there was nothing. No body, no blood! Only glass. Aside from that, one couldn't even tell that someone had fallen from this apartment. I leaned over the edge a bit more, driving myself insane with worry. Where was he?
And then I heard a voice from behind me. His voice, chilling and intimidating, yet it granted me relief.

"Looking for someone, Amaya?"

A hand at my back, that was the last sensation I felt with both bloody feet planted firmly on the ground. The next sensation was the wind flying in all directions around me. Gravity, in a loving embrace, pulling me closer and closer to the sidewalk below.

He had pushed me out the window. And I couldn't say I didn't deserve it, not after all I put him through. True, he tormented me from day one, but I tormented him back. We had always been engaged in some sort of rivalry. Mine, in combination with my weak will, my ability to be controlled and manipulated so easily, caused me to strike at him. Honor caused him to strike back. I didn't blame him. I didn't bear any ill-will towards him at all.

Falling through the air, the buildings shifting with my movement, it seemed as though I was traveling to the past. Looking back on all my encounters with Hiei, I could clearly see his hidden affection for me. First blossoming due to my quick wittedness, something one might develop in favor of a particular acquaintance. Then through his actions, affection still hidden, it was clear to me now that he did care for me.

I would hit the cement in a few seconds now, and I would never have the time to tell him what I had just realized.

That I felt the same.

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