Hiei cut through a swathe of guards, almost mechanically. It was surprisingly easy- considering how much he prided himself on control- to let his sword-arm do all the work, and let his mind wander.
Cut, hack, slice, dodge.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
While he fought, his mind whirled with thoughts, about that pink-haired fool.
She thought he'd harm her. She thought he'd harm her. Stupid little twit. If he was going to hurt her, he certainly wouldn't have waited all this time. He'd been watching her- not her, her stupid, ningen village- for months. If he was going to hurt her, she'd be dead already. But…
She didn't know that. All she knew of him was what she'd seen here. The Jagan- helpful, little thing that it is- chose that moment to flash an image at him, pulled from the girl's mind. It was of the first time she'd seen him.
-He was broken, bleeding, lying in a pool of his own blood. To her, he looked pitifully vulnerable.-
Hiei snarled, neatly beheading an Oto lackey. He. Was not. Vulnerable. EVER. Kami damn that pink-haired, too-trusting, weak- But the Jagan cut in again.
-He was snarling, animal-like, at Kabuto, viciously feral. Proud, even though he'd been subdued. His red eyes flashing in contempt and fury and the promise of murder.-
His rage abated somewhat. That was more like it. That was how ningen were supposed to see youkai. But…
In her thoughts, there was none of the fear or horror he expected. She was…enthralled. She thought he looked like an avenging angel…What, in the Kami-blasted hell kind of ningen nonsense was that? He snorted, pulling his sword out of another man's stomach. An angel? Him? What was that stupid onna on? He was the farthest thing from an angel she'd ever meet.
The Jagan wasn't done, either.
-"Stop." he ordered. She felt his voice, like thunder in his chest. And she felt trapped. Not something a kunoichi likes to feel. So, she struggled. She was helpless…so helpless…he was too strong… but he wasn't hurting her…He was being gentle, surprisingly so. The entire time she'd known him, he'd been gruff, harsh, almost cruel. But now…he really wasn't trying to hurt her. And, then, just as she began to relax in his embrace, he literally leaped away from her. As if he wanted as little contact with her as possible. Then, Kurama spoke…and Hiei's scathing rebuttal.
Why? Why did he hate her so?-
Hiei's eyes bled red…er. They bled redder. Because they're already quite red.
Why? Why did he always have to screw up? Ever since he was born, the wrong gender. He'd been thrown off a mountain for that, a Kami-fucked mountain.
Maybe the Kami just didn't care. Maybe it all just went to show that the Forbidden Children didn't. Deserve. Anything. Not a single damn thing.
He snarled yet again, in irritated rage. He needed to kill something and, would you look at that, he was all out of Oto guards.
A cruel smirk spread across his face.
Time to find Kabuto.