Ride like the Wind
Chapter 30

"Come on! I've been in here all year! How bout we switch?"

"Okay, okay. I got this one but you know you gotta come back on Sundays."

"You speak the obvious..." A door closed.

Hiei awoke with a sharp pain in his leg. He looked around to find the source of the vioces but saw he didn't recognize where he was. The he remembered the day before and frowned at the bars of his cell. He was arrested! He glared at the captor who was staring back at him with amusement, a pistol in one haand and, oddly enough, a slice of apple pie in the other.

He was a strange looking guy, that was for sure. He had narrow ocean blue eyes that were cold as ice. His hair appeared to be a rust red in this light (In different light it looked orange). It covered the right side of his face for some reason and fell at his chin. Though his overall expression looked amused, he still looked as if he were brooding. He was also pale, almost a sickly white.

"So you're finally out of hiberation?" he asked sarcastically in his German and British accented voice.

"Then hell was that just now? You sound like a vampire on opium," Hiei growled.

"And you don't sound any better. We're even now. Let's see..." He put the pie down and dug through his papers on a desk in front of the cell. "Let's see. Records say you'r name is..." He struggled to say Hiei's name. "H... Hi... Hiei Jaganshi...?"

"What the hell, you retard! It's not pronounced like 'Ee-I! It's pronounced like Hee-ey! Hee-ey! With the H to! Say it with me, h! H! H!"

"That's what I said. I skip the H a lot. And if you don't like the way I pronounce your name, don't go to Germany. They'll prounounce it like that." He went back to the pie.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Mukuro Eikenberry. I'm the one who arrested you."

"Bastard! And why am I the only peron in here and quit eating in front of me!"

"I fail to see how those two connect. One, I keep Boston in good shape. Two, I'm just hungry right now. Deal with it."

"If I sweet talk, you would you let me out?"

"If I let you out for sweet talking me, Botson would be overrun by criminals."

"You're a dirty bastard!"

"That's the way the law works, my friend." He flopped on a chair. "Looks like rain today."

I hate this guy so much... "Why're you covering up half our face? Got an eye problem?"

"I'm sure you have a mental problem."

"Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not. Not sure about you."

"I'M NOT GAY! I'M BI! BI! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!"

Ugh... Kirin doesn't know how easy he got it. Every time this guy opens his mouth my head starts hurting even more... Suddenly Hiei threw his gun at Mukuro and hit him on the right side of his face.

"Bloody hell! What the hell is wrong with you, you bloody savage?!" He put a hand on the right side of his face which now started to bleed. "Bloody hell..."

"You like that word don't you?"

"Shut it," Mukuro growled as he walked out of the room.

Serves you right, you asshole. Hiei thought.

---

The next day Hiei was surprised to see Mukuro gone. Instead he was replaced by a gray skinned demon with gray hair that was almost a white. His South Carolina accented voice was muffled by a strange mask on his face. This was Kirin who never becomes important.

"Where's the other guy?" Hiei asked, sounding like he was whining.

"He's at home. He never comes to work on Sundays," Kirin replied.

"Why?"

"I dunno. He told me it was because he's Jewish or something of that nature."

"He's Jewish?"

"Yeah. Now stay quiet and we'll get along fine."

---

Another day passed and Mukuro was back again, only more cautious with Hiei.

"Hey. How long am I gonna get stuck in here?" Hiei whined as he hung on the bars.

"Mm... Well, let's see..." He looked up from his news paper. "First you killed people from Chicago til you got to the border. That's about twenty years to life, I'd say. Then you were going to rob some place with JJ Thompson and... I forget his side kick's name. That should be five years. By my judgement, I'd say about forty years. No, make it a hundred. Miss out on all the revolutions. So you'd be out in... Mm... 1949. That's a pretty good year. I think that might be a year I'll finally get married."

"I'll get stuck with a freak like you forever?"

"Hey, you don't know how easy you're getting it. You're sitting here in a cell screwing around when there's people half your age working their asses off out in a cotton field."

"Do you always say crazy shit like that to people?"

"How do you know I'm not? Furthermore are you sure you're not crazy and not mad to see someone take your place in a sane world? Or maybe we're all crazy."

"...How do crazy ass people like you get a job? I'm sure I've got all the screws in my head fixed right and I'm here in the fields."

"There are people out there willing to work in the fields if it keeps the from getting killed by a slave owner."

"...Yeah, but if I get stuck here a hundred years, I'll miss you every Sunday. My butt was lubricating just for you."

Mukuro looked disgusted. He sighed, grumbled something in German under his breath, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

"With that being said, I'm outta here," Hiei said as he pulled out the keys he snatched from Mukuro as his back was turned. What's this guy's deal? I bet he's secretly gay and planning his attack... Actually that won't be bad at all. He's actually kinda... What am I saying?! He's got a screwed up eye and he's fricking nuts!

He noticed a bucket left by the door. Okay, why is there a bucket in here...? Hm... Payback time.

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He wasn't here. How disappointing. Mukuro thought as he turned the door knob. Wait, it's already open. Must be my... What's that...?

"BLOODY HELL!" Mukuro stumbled to Hiei's cell, rubbing his head. "You bastard! That was you, wasn't it?!"

"Yeah. And now this is the part where I beg for my life and say, 'Please Mr. I-can-bury-some-really-neat-stuff, don't kill me after my butt was lubricating just for you!' And then you'll say, 'You're a sick man, Ee-I."

"Listen you, give me the keys and I won't pull anything rash on you. You don't wanna deal with me when I'm drunk."

"You're drunk on duty! What kind of cop are you?!"

"...One of a kind. It runs in the family."

"You smart ass bastard..."Hiei grabbed him by the shirt so the two could look into each other's eyes. "Wait... What the..."

"Don't touch me," he shoved Hiei into the cell after taking the keys from him.

---

Two weeks drifted away. Hiei felt like this was his life from beginning to end. He almost forgot what happened before his arrest just like his previous arrest.

"How long've I been stuck with you?' HIei asked, staring at the ceiling.

"Two weeks and three days. Not letting you out til you give me an explanation..." Mukuro replied, still sucked into the newspaper.

"I didn't do nothing! I was with the guys and you shot me. There! That good enough?"

"They all say that. Even the ones who kill in front of everybody."

"Godammit. I've been caught by the biggest freak in Boston. Someone must be out to get me..."

Mukuro sighed and shook his head. It was silent for an hour.

For some reason it reminds me... Mukuro began to sing. "Go down Moses, 'way down to Egypt Land..."

Hours passed before he realized he fell asleep. He looked around in the now dark room to see Mukuro was also sleeping. Hiei reached for the keys and let himself out.

He doesn't keep Boston in good shape, he leaves they keys where they could get grabbed... Hiei stood in front of the sleeping man and rolled up his sleeve. The hell?

---

Mukuro awoke that morning feeling like he was molested. He sleeves were rolled up. His shirt was partially unbuttoned. His hair was messier than he thought it should be. As he buttoned his shirt, he grumbled how his job was depriving him of a good night's sleep. He saw Hiei leaning on the bars, a smug look on his face.

"What's your problem? Constipated?" Mukuro asked.

"Tell me Eikenberry. What kind of jobs can women get?" Hiei asked.

"Mm... Last time I checked it was as teachers and on the Lowell Mills. And nuns if you count that as a job."

"So how'd you get yours?"

"Went to school, applied and the guy hired me. I fail to see your point."

"Ain't you a little... Curvy to be a man?"

"Cur...? How so?"

"Men don't grow breasts," Hiei poked Mukuro's chest.

Mukuro slapped his hand. "Okay, so I am a woman. What's your problem?"

"Why'd you pretend to be a man for so long?"

"If I wanted to be a brain dead bimbo, I would stay that way. Now you see what I have to do."

"Whatever. Where're you from?"

"Born in Boston. You?"

"Born in Demon World but I happened to drift to Illinois. Good old Chicago."

"Oh." Now we're getting something from him... "What else?"

"Nothing to tell. I'll get you your freedom if you give me mine."

"I am free. Born and raised as much as I can be."

"Your shackles." He opened the cell. "You forgot to lock this by the way." He grabbed Mukuro by the wrist. "Stay still now."

"What are you pulling?"

He thrust his sword on the shackle only causing sparks to fly and slicing her arm.

"You asshole!" She tried to pull her wrist away. "And let go!"

He pulled her forward and kissed her.

"What... What the hell are you doing?! Bloody freaking hell!" She smacked the smaller man and shoved him back into the cell. "Another stunt like that and I'll kill you."

"Bite me."

"Shut it. Blimey."

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"Whoa! Fifth glass! How do you do it Mukuro?!" Raizen gasped. "You're not drunk yet?"

"You're drunk and you haven't touched the stuff?" Yusuke asked.

"He gets drunk off air," Mukuro replied.

"Both of you need to lay off the mushrooms."

End of chapter 30

Notes:
1. Mukuro's speech- In some parts of England the H is skipped. (Britain is England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and whatever the name of the county is the Welsh come from. I forget.) I already mentioned the German speech.
2. Who is Kirin?-In the anime he was formally Mukuro's second in command before Hiei took his spot. I bet he was jealous... lol
3. "Go down Moses..."- A song from the South that originated from the slaves. If it offends anyone tell me and I'll delete it.
4. Lowell Mills- a textile factory in Massachusetts.

Well another fun update. Uh... Lack of things to say... Mukuro just looked German to me. If she were from any country I bet she'd be from Germany. I dunno why. I liked British accents when this was written too... I put it together without realizing Germany and Britain were enemies at this time. But all the countries of Europe were competing what with land in Africa and all that right now... Imperialism.

Square dancing in Pe. Not fun. I get stuck with guys with sweaty hands.

Shutting up. Please review, my friends.