Well... I still am not sure if i should continue with this fanfiction. I don't update often, and I'm running low on ideas... II'm thinking about writeing a Teen Wolf fanfiction... Derek Hale is so dreamy... I love him. He is beautiful! Anyways more then likely I might scrap this story because I have a total of 0 reviews. also, sense I wrote this in the first person narrative, I've become emotionless... Well the story has. Yup. if i don't get atleast 10 reviews on this chap, I more then likely will delete this fic. So Sorry, Reviews will save it.
Hiei: No, she will continue, Or I will rip your throat out for not. You need to be a better writer, and not a flake. Hn, Idiot.
... I know
Hiei: If you know, then why are you saying your going to delete it.
... Cuz I procasinate all the time.
Hiei: Idiot
... Sorry guys, I have no Inspiration. Please Review. I think I might go on haitus.
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Chapter 3
Bonding, Sleep Over, and Cake
I sluked on the couch. Yukina, Botan, and Kieko had this marvelous idea to have a 'sleep over'. I sat on the couch as I watched them talk about meaningless possesions, boys, and *shudder* makeup. They sat there, doing each others makeup and giggleing over the men in there "pack". Botan gushed about Kurama, Kieko began complainging about the infamous Yusuke, and Yukina just spoke her and there about Kuwabara. I mean, sure the men in the group were some good 'eye-candy' but, they aren't someting I'd waste my time over. I noticed no one talked about Hiei though.
'You remind me so much of Hiei, but... Colder'
I seethed over that sentence. Hiei barely spoke a word here and there, how was I colder. I know I'm not the most pleasant to be around, and If one was to find themselves in an alley with me and a killer, they'd go with the killer. But I'm not That bad. I do admit all i have done here is complain, and bitch about everything and anything... but It's not my fault, It's in my nature. But now that I had time to think about it... I am cold.
'You have a heart of Ice.'
I groaned. 'Maybe they are right, I'm nothing but a heartless witch.
'And you are witch, a cold blooded cunning bitch! You have a heart of ice!'
What was with everyone saying that I had a heart of ice... It wasn't true. It couldnt be true. 'Oh but it is... isn't it...' I sighed admitting defeat. I did have a heart of ice, but that doesn't mean everyone just had to point it out. I was fine who I was.
'Do you even know what type of... demon you are'
Who exactly was I?
Who was that guy from earlier. Ren. What was that stuff he had me inhale, what would it do to me... 'Maybe nothing.' my mind denied. 'He is just A mutt, looking to scare someone.' I stopped myself from continuing on my thoughts. My thoughts were the thing that got me in trouble in the first place. But seriously who was he, and what was he planning? What did he mean by what kind of demon was I. Koenma has to know.
"I'll be back." I muttered. I picked up my black bag, and shuffled out of the room, Ignoring the worried glances behind me. Once outside, I dropped my bag, and shuffled through it, looking for my communicator. 'Here it is.' I pulled it out, opened it, and waited for Koenma to answer.
"Yes kate?" Koenma asked in his baby form.
"What type of demon am I?"
There was nothing but silence on the other end, and If i was talking on the phone, I wouldv'e thought that we had disconnected. Thats how silent it was.
"Why are you asking?" he finally spoke.
"... Just answer the question, or I'll assume you don't know."
"Then you have assumed correctly, I don't."
I face-faulted and then closed the communicator. 'So Ren knew Koenma didn't know... He is baiting me.' I breathed in, placed the communicator in my bag, and stalked back inside botans apartment. "Back." i muttered. I shrugged my bag off my shoulder, and let plop to the floor. I glanced at them, and raised an eyebrow "What are you doing?" I asked as I looked at them. They were sitting in a circle, all indian style. "Playing Truth or Dare, you want it.? Kieko asked.
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "Why not." I sat down, same style as them. "Okay Yukina, truth or dare?" Kieko asked, smirking. "Dare." Yukina stated back, meeting Kiekos glare. "I dare you too... Strip yourself of you pants, and run outside yelling "I'm spongebob, I ripped my pants!"" Kieko finished proudly. everyone gawked, and the Yukina glared tookk off her pantws, making us all look away, ran outside Botan's door and shouted "IM SPONEGBOB AND I RIPPED MY PANTS." I heard the door slam open, then close, suffleing of clothing, and then a plop. I opened my eyes and saw her, her face molten red and a glare was placed apon her face. "Truth or Dare... Kieko." She then smirked knowing she had Kieko right where she wanted to.
"Uhm... D-Dar- n-no tru- no um..." Kiekos smirk had fell off her face. Uhm... T-tru- no I- uh... D-D-Dare..' she finsihed looking uneasy. Yukina's glare looked similars to her brothers making botan and Kieko shutter, "I dare you to bake... a cake."
I face-faulted. How anti-climatic. I expected more. I almost sighed untill I saw Kiekos pale face. "Uhm..." I started, wanting to know why she was so ghostly-pale. Botan leaned over, and whispered in my ear. "SHe can cook rice balls, and cuisines here and there, even orange chicken... but baking... let me put it this way, she once made a brownie taste bitter, and sour." I shuddered and nodded. she went back to her normal position, and I watched as Kieko got up, looking brave, and began preparing in the kitchen.
"I so want to see this."
"Me too"
"High-Five Girl!" Me and botan High-Fived. We giggled, and watched as Yukina smirked and laughed. "Revenge Is sweet."
"Unlike her brownies?" I teased. we all burst out laughing. I held my side and began tearing up. "My god, I havenb't laughed in a good while, we should do this more often." I said fully letting my guard down. They seemed nice enough, I laughed some more as I listened to the clashing and banging of pots, and pans.
"Yea, You look nice when you smile. You should do it more often." Yukina added. "Why are you always so..." she searched for some words. "Cold?" I finshed for her as Kieko plopped back down waiting for the cake to finish baking. "Yes. Cold. why are you always like that?"
"I don't know, I just don't want to be hurt... I guess. I have to keep my guard up, Y'know." I stated in a monotone staring blankly at floor. "Well don't you can trust us." Kieko comforted. Botan nodded. "Yusuke isn't all that fond of me, now is he?" I asked. "We were all stressed yesterday. I've never seen him mad, really. I think he was just wound up. He is a demon, maybe he was just over-reaacting" Kieko added. "Yusuke isn't like that. I think he was drunk..." we burst out laughing at Botans thought.
"Yea maybe."
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"How the hell... KIEKO! HOW DO YOU MAKE A CAKE EXPLODE?" I yelled while fanning out the smoke.
"Maybe I added to much Vineger, and Baking Soda... or was it the eggs..." she thought out loud.
"Baking soda,... Vinegar? Those chemicals Don't mix! Aren't you SMART? You should'a known that!" I screamed, we laughed and Kieko blushed sheepishly. "s-SHUT UP!"
I squatted down, and helped botan scrape off the cake from the floor. "Nice dare Yukina."
"It completly back fired, but it was worth it." she added in all seriousness as she cleaned the top of the stove. "I thought it was funny." we keeled over in laughter once more. "Oh god I love this." I spoke.
"What?" Botan asked.
"Just.. This."
they seemed to understand what I mean't because they nodded in agreement.
Maybe I could get used to this.
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Very please with this chapter, although it may be shorter. I am actually proud that I was able to fill this chapter with some emotion. Go me! Anyways there won't be another chapter untill i get 5 reviews for this one. Sorry. I need my inspiration. see you later loves. Actually I might update a few more, but for now i wont. OK i probably will, but still, reviews are very much appreciated!
~DarkDragonJaganshi
