CH. 7 Drinking, The Dirty Truth, and Dad?
"Bell, what do you mean some things are better left unsaid", Yusuke asked looking right at me. I just walked away, and did not look back. I kept on walking. I knew that if I turned back, that I would only be making the same mistake again. I didn't need to do that. I didn't want to. You would think that a girl like me would be used to getting hurt, and being all alone, but eventually that gets old. "Bell, it doesn't have to be this way", said a voice behind me. "Yeah, I think it does. I have been through so much shit that it doesn't matter anymore. It didn't matter to start with", I said turning around to face Koemma. "You think I don't know what you've been through? Do you honestly believe that", he asked looking at me with piercing brown eyes. "Maybe you know a little, but did you know enough to tell Hiei the ENTIRE truth", I asked carefully. "What do you mean about the entire truth", he asked back. "Hiei, and the others, they didn't seem to understand my full form. Why is that? Did you not know about the "Princess of Hell", or did you simply leave that out due to embarrassment", I asked defiantly. "I know what you are, and who you are, all too well. I left it out to protect you. You know that the same demons who entered your thoughts can also read the minds of others. There is, however a difference. Most minds, unlike from yours, is not filled with such darkness and hatred", Koemma said looking at me with a sympathetic look. "Don't give me a look of sympathy because if it's sympathy you're trying to give me, I am not buying", I said quietly.
"Bell, I want you to come to the only place you have ever truly been able to call home. It's where you belong. You are a member of Team Urimeshi, and you might as well get used to it", Koemma said almost forcefully. "Try to get me to come back all you will, but I be damned if I am coming back without a damn fight. I believe that some changes need to be made before I get stupid enough to come back", I said looking at him with a hint of mischief in my eyes. "What's running through your mind" Koemma asked. I just walked away, and walked back into the room where the others were. "Well, I have thought about it, and Koemma and I have decided that I am coming back. There are, however, some changes I would like to make", I said looking at each and every one of them. "Which are", Yusuke asked. "Number one, I am not dating any of you. Number two, I am not putting up with any of your bullshit. Number three, which is my final change, I am free to leave if you start any bullshit. I hope you don't find my three my requests to hard to comply with, but this is the way it has to be", I said. "Sounds fair enough, but here is my one question, If you end up wanting to date one of us, will number one be eliminated", Yusuke asked. "Since I greatly doubt I will be falling for any of you, I guess that would be the only exception", I said.
Since everyone looked pleased with these new rules, I decided to go back into the club. Some new singer was on stage, so I went to the bar and ordered me a drink. "Miss, what can I interest you in", the bartender asked. "Something to help me drink my problems away", I said sadly. "How about straight whiskey, and a date with me", he asked me hopefully. "Yes to the whiskey, and no to the date. I am currently dating someone, and I am uninterested in you", I said taking the shot of whiskey straight with no chaser. "How much are shots of whiskey here", I asked. "Since you work here, your drinks are free", the bartender said. "That's good to know. Give me fifty more shots straight up ", I said. "Damn, girl, can you drink that much", he asked. "I can drink that much and more. Only if you allow me", I said with mischief evident in my eyes. I drink down all the shots, and then shot him a mischievous look. "I can handle my own, and I would appreciate another round", I said. "Bell, I do believe you need to be cut off", he said worriedly. "No buts, I want the shots. Don't be worried about my health because I am used to this much and so much more", I said.
He served me a round of fifty more shots. He finally cut me off on the tenth round of fifty. "You don't need anymore, and this is me cutting you off", he said forcefully. Just as I was about to protest, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face whoever it was. Hiei was standing there. "Bell, it's time to go, and you smell like alcohol. You're underage. Who the fuck gave you alcohol", he said. I looked at him with a drunken smile and pointed at the bartender, "That guy did". "You dumbass, she is only eighteen. You can get your damn license taken away for serving her alcohol. How much did you give her", Hiei asked with rage. "I gave her fifty shots", he said. I looked at Hiei and sighed. "What's wrong with you", Hiei said looking at me. "He gave me ten rounds of fifty shots. I am not drunk, and I know fully well what's going on around me", I said looking at him. "What's your full name", Hiei asked the bartender. "My name is confidential" he said. "I suggest you tell him. He will stop at nothing to find out", I said looking at the bartender. "I will not tell him", he said. "Whatever Shishiwakumaru", I said walking away. Hiei followed me close behind. "How did you find out his name", Hiei asked. "I read minds, and you should know that by now", I said.
We walked back over to the exit, and met up with everyone else. "I caught her drinking. Let's get her home, and in bed", Hiei said without emotion. "How much did you drink", Koemma asked. "Five hundred shots of whiskey. I need to go home", I said with a smirk. "Yeah, I believe you do too. I believe we all do", Koemma said. Koemma opened up a portal, and we all jumped through it. When I stepped through, I lost my balance, and was about to fall until someone caught me. "Bell, you shouldn't have drank that much", Kurama said. I gave him a short smile and said, "Kurama, when you have lived in darkness your whole life nothing else seems to matter anymore. I drink to forget, and I drink to remember. However, me being who I am, this is not so easy", I said with a blank face, but my eyes confessed everything. "I just noticed something about you", Kurama said. "What's that", I asked. "Though your face lies about your true emotions, your eyes say everything. They tell your emotions very clearly", he said. "Yes, this I know. My eyes are my strongest weakness. Not only do they tell everything, but they also allow me to see things that are not supposed to be there on a normal basis", I said. "Well, we do too, but what exactly do you mean", Yusuke said. "I see the dead", I said walking off towards my room. I was not followed. I just stripped down to my panties and bra curled up in a ball under my comforter and went to sleep.
I woke up and it was peaceful. I slid back on the clothes I wore yesterday because they were not worn long. I went down to the kitchen and started cooking. I cooked bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes. After I had cooked, I heard some noise coming down the stairs. Hiei walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter. "Would you like for me to fix your plate", I asked. "I will get something in a minute. Did you do this by yourself", he asked. "Yeah, I have many talents. Cooking is defiantly one of them", I said with a tint of pink on my cheeks. "Anyways, do you know where the plates are", I asked him. "I will get them. You are too short to reach them", he said with a smirk. "Hey, do not pick on my height. You are only two inches taller than me", I said glaring at him. "I am still taller", he said as-a-matter-of-factually statement. "Whatever, fix your own plate", I said sticking my tongue out at him. Kurama walked in, saw the sight, and laughed. "Hiei, what did you say to her", he asked. "He called me short", I said with a pouty look on my face. He chuckled and said, "Well, Bella, in his defense, you are short". "Well you know what", I said. "What", they both asked in unison. "You both can fix your own plate", I said with laughter evident in my eyes. "Who cooked anyways", Kurama asked. "I did", I said proud that I had cooked. "Then hell yes we are fixing our own plates", Kurama said.
I walked out the kitchen, sat down on the couch, and let them eat. Hiei popped around the corner about twenty minutes later. "Aren't you going to eat", he asked. "I will eventually. I'm just not all that hungry in the mornings", I said looking away from him. "Why did you turn away? What are trying to hide", he asked. "Nothing", I said. "Bell, you're lying", he said. "I just have a lot on my plate already, and I do believe if you add any food right now, I will just throw it all back up", I said. "Do you want to talk about it" he asked. "You don't need for me to pile my problems on you. I am pretty sure that you have enough to deal with on a daily basis", I said looking him straight in the eyes. "Even so, I don't care. I would rather try to help you ease your problems so there is no uncontrollable chaotic darkness around", he said. "Are you suggesting that I don't have control", I asked a little agitated. "Not exactly, but from what I have noticed about you, your emotions are tied into how much control you have", Hiei said. "Maybe so, but I would appreciate you not sharing that with anyone else", I said with a pleading look in my eyes. "I won't, but you need to tell Koemma", he said. "I will eventually, but I am not ready to break the news to him yet", I said. "I am not trying to push you to do this, but you need to as soon as possible", he said sitting down beside me.
I heard multiple sets of footsteps coming downstairs. I automatically assumed that they everybody else had finally woken up and that they were coming to eat. I walked into the kitchen, and I noticed someone was missing. "Where is Amy", I asked. Everyone looked around and shrugged their shoulders. "I am going upstairs to look for her", I announced and started for the stairs. I got to Amy's door and I knocked. After the third knock, I opened the door and walked inside. My sister was nowhere to be found. I looked around her room and finally settled my gaze on the bed. I saw a note lying there where my sister was supposed to be. I picked it up and read it. The note said:
Dear Bell,
I hope this letter finds you well. If you ever want to see your sister again, come to your old apartment. However, you must come alone. No one must know you have left. Make sure all of your thoughts are private so that mischievous little fire brat doesn't invade my plans. I will allow you to give your freedom for your sister's life. I will not harm her until sundown. I hope to see you before then.
Sincerely,
Sensui
I started shaking with fear. I thought he was dead. Everybody thought he was dead, and yet here was his exact handwriting. I knew I didn't need to involve anyone else in this fight. This was my fight, my sister, and I was going to do this alone. I changed my clothes. I wore a pair of black straight leg jeans with tears from the thigh down to the ankle. I also wore a black tube top and black high top converse. I hopped out of the second story window and started running towards my old apartment. I finally reached it, and I walked in the front door to find Amy tied up in the corner. I untied her and told her to go back, and not to say a word. I had a strong feeling that she would do as I asked as she ran back home. I looked around for the man we all thought was dead, but found no one. "I know you're here, so you might as well come out now", I said semi-angry, semi-scared. "I am not who you think", a voice called out that was very much different than Sensui's. "Who are you and why are you impersonating the dead", I asked. "I am one of the dead", the voice called back. "This makes no sense. If you are one of the dead then how is it that I hear your voice", I asked. "Only one of you can, but you are number three of the triplets, are you not? You are the only one who can see and talk to the dead", the voice said back.
I thought about this. Apparently whoever was lurking in the shadows knew a lot more about me then I knew about him. "Why do you want to know about me", I asked. "I want to know because I want to know how my daughters are doing" the voice called back. "My parents are dead", I said. "I know Isabella, but you have to believe me. I am your father, Mercutio Sachi", the voice said. "You are not my father. There is no way you can be. You don't know anything about me", I said with a painful expression. "How is my granddaughter, Naomi", he asked. I just stared at the figure coming out of the darkness. He had black hair that was in a layered cut, and he was wearing a black hooded cloak with the hood off. He was a man in early forties, and was slim. I stood there reliving my past. I instantly knew it. This man, the man before my eyes, was my father. "Naomi is dead, dad", I said with a depressed expression. "How did this happen", he asked. "No one knows. I just know that my own flesh and blood is dead. It is probably because his blood runs through her veins", I said out of anger.
Naomi Lynn Sachi, she was my daughter. She had black curly hair and icy blue eyes. She was a strange child, but she was mine. She died at the age of one, or at least I think she did. She just turned up missing one day, and I have not seen her since. I had her when I was fourteen, so she is four years old now. Her father, the man who I hated the most, was also dead, and I started to wonder about her. I wondered if she was out there looking for me, or if she was even still alive. I wonder that if she was out there, would she even recognize me. If she took after me, her mind and body would age a lot faster than most girls. If she took after her father, I knew that there would be an excessive amount of evil, and she would have to be stopped. I was then dragged out of my thoughts when my father began to speak, "You seem to be hiding something. You're eyes say something else. What exactly happened", he asked looking at me straight into my deep, saddened, crimson eyes. "She just disappeared at the age of one, nothing more nothing less", I said. "So you mean she might not be dead", he asked. "Yeah, but don't get your hopes up", I said.
"You need to go back home before people start worrying about you", he said. "Will I ever get to see you again", I asked. "I don't know, sweetheart, but whatever happens, know that I love you", he said walking over to me hug me. When he tried to hug me, he went through me like he was a projection, and I knew this was normal. "Tell me one thing", I asked. "What's that", he replied. "How did you and mom die", I asked "Bye, Isabella", he said fading back into the darkness. I didn't know what else to do, so I cried. The tears started pouring, and I knew at that moment that what Hiei had said was true. When my emotions are chaotic, my powers are chaotic. As I cried more and more, I could hear a storm beginning with strong winds and heavy rains, and I knew I was the cause of it, but I could not calm down.