Chapter number twoooooo. You know the drill, enjoy!
The blonde plopped on the couch and studied the thick torn cloak. She had never met a man like this before. Was he some kind of assassin? Maybe worked for the government? She couldn't find any I.D. on him or in his things. All she had was a name, "Hiei."
She looked at her laptop on the coffee table. Should she really find out who he is? Or better yet, did she want to know? She shook her head and picked up the cloak and thread she had laid out. 'Sometimes it is better to not know a person,' she thought. After a couple of hours in sewing she had repaired the cloak. As for the shirt, it was a lost cause. The tear had missing fabric so there was no point in sewing it. She was tired, so tired, and thankful tomorrow was Saturday and she had no class. It was almost three now. She looked out of her window to see the snow had yet to cease. It continued to pour down silently. Still not wanting to disturb anyone. She grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet and walked over to the couch. She knew that sleep was not an option. Sure, this man seemed calm, but he was also deadly. She needed to stay awake and keep her guard up, just in case.
The man now called Hiei lay staring at the ceiling. His wound was soothed and the cool rag on his head felt wonderful to his body. He was most of all, disappointed in himself. Letting a mere woman take him into her home. What was he thinking? Then again, he didn't have a choice. Getting back to the others was nearly impossible with the shape he was in. So this, temporary stop had purpose. At least the girl was a good doctor. She tended to his wounds the way Kurama would. Careful and precise. He felt a chill run through him and sighed. Now comes the fever. The hardest part when you have deep injuries. He could feel his ribs heal and the wound start to close. But, that didn't mean it was over.
Her eyes opened as the sun peeked through the pale grey curtains of her living room. She jolted up and rubbed her eyes. She had fallen asleep. Grabbing her cell to look at the time, the blankets were slung from her. It was seven in the morning. She stood and noticed that her heater had stopped working sometime in the night. "Great, just what I need."
She continued to walk to her bedroom and opened the door quietly. Red eyes shot open and looked at her, making her jump. The room he was in was hot and humid. Almost inhuman-like. She walked up to him and sat on the foot of her bed. Sweat gleamed his forehead and he seemed tired. She studied him, "You have a fever. I doubt you got any rest as well."
His scoff let her know she was correct. She moved to his side of the bed and lifted the covers from his torso. He narrowed his eyes but didn't make a move to stop her. She took this as a warning and moved with caution. She lightly placed a hand on his chest to check his temperature. He was so warm she was surprised her hand didn't sizzle form the contact. She traced her hand down to the bandage and removed it to see the wound was now a scar. The stitched were stuck to the bandage. Her jaw dropped and she looked at him, "What are you?"
Her growled and grabbed her wrist, "I suggest you keep your theories to yourself and do your job, nurse."
She gasped and swallowed, looking away. She noticed his sword was laying beside the bed. She knew if he needed to, he could get to it and slit her throat in an instant. She nodded and stood. This…man was very dangerous. She walked into her kitchen and grabbed a large bowl, filling it with water. She stared out at the small yard behind her apartment. It was covered in a good foot of snow. She knew there was no going anywhere or running away. She had to finish what she started.
Walking back into her room she found him sitting up slightly. "Why don't you go ahead and lay back down? I'm going to try to break your fever."
He slid down into the bed still glaring at her. She moved beside him and placed the rag from last night into the bowl, ringing it out. His eyes watched everything she did, almost as if waiting for her to mess up. She placed the rag on his chest and he closed his eyes. The coolness of the water felt divine. Almost like a release from the hell he was going through. She saw his reaction and smiled slightly to herself. He was just misunderstood. Like her. She didn't look like a nurse nor have the sympathy of one, but she wanted to save lives. Her smile faded. 'If only I could have saved theirs.'
She repeated her actions for a while. Hiei had fallen asleep and she felt her eyes grow heavy. 'Maybe just a nap.' She laid her head on the edge of the bed, having pulled up her desk chair earlier, and closed her eyes.
What seemed like seconds later she jolted awake. It was now dark in her room. Hiei's steady breathing let her know he was still asleep. She slowly sat up and placed the rag next to the bowl. 'I need a shower. A nice, hot shower.'
She went to her closet and flipped on the light. She looked back to see Hiei was still asleep and turned back to her closet. She grabbed a black pair of sweat pants and a fitted white long sleeve shirt. She then reached into her drawer and proceeded to get socks and underwear. Turning out her light she spun around only to jump seeing Hiei awake. "I didn't mean to wake you Hiei, I'm sorry."
He merely gave her that same look he had for the past day and a half. That stare that belittled her. Made her want to sink away and never come back. She looked at the floor and cleared her throat. "You should continue to rest. I'll make you something when I get out of the shower."
He studied her closely and sat back, "When you're done, I want to take a shower."
She nodded, "I washed your cloak and shirt. If you want, I can give you some clothes and wash your pants as well."
"Like I want to wear your clothing."
She looked up at him, "My ex left some here. He was about the same size as you," she walked to the door, "But suit yourself."
She closed the door and walked to her bathroom. His attitude was starting to irritate her. She was doing the best she could to keep her temper and he wasn't helping. She closed and locked the door behind her. She then went to the shower and turned it on. Pushing the irritating man form her thoughts.
Hiei slowly sat up from the bed and popped his back. He felt rested and almost up to his normal self. 'I need to get out of here soon. The others are probably wondering where I am.'
He slowly stood, giving his stiff muscles a chance to extend. He saw the pile of books on her desk and decided to walk over and examine them. He reached over and flipped on the small desk lamp. Most of the books pertained to medicine and anatomy. He shuffled through them until he found a book that caught his eye, Japanese Mythology: Land of the Rising Sun. Underneath it were a few other books on angels, demons, and…ghosts? Maybe it was just for one of her human history classes. He opened the one on ghosts to see she had notes written everywhere. Scraps of paper were between almost every page. Notes a doodles. He raised an eyebrow, 'Interesting. This girl is odd.'
He heard the shower stop and softly placed the book back where it had once sat. he walked over to the door and opened it just in time to see her open the bathroom door. She smelled of rain. A fresh scent that filled the whole apartment. She was dressed and towel drying her hair. She looked at him and blinked, "Are you alright?"
He narrowed his eyes, "You were just taking forever."
She rolled her eyes and walked passed him. "What kind of soup do you want?"
"I don't care."
He walked in the bathroom and closed the door. She sighed and stomped into the kitchen, "I should feed him dog food…"
She went to fixing the soup when she felt a presence behind her. She froze and took a deep breath expecting to see the red eyes man glaring at her. She was surprised when she saw what seemed to be an apparition standing in her room. He was tall and thin. His eyes were a dull green, his short black hair under what looked like a soldier's hat. She sighed, "Why are you here?"
He said nothing, only pointing to the bathroom. She glanced that way only to look back and see nothing but green eyes staring into her own. She swallowed and held her breath. The apparition looked that way once more to see Hiei watching them, a hand resting on his sword. The spirit then bound through the girl and out the wall. She fell to the ground coughing, "I hate it when they do that…"
Hiei tilted his head, "How can you see them?"
"I don't know, I just can. It's been like that for about five and a half years now."
She placed a bowl on her bar counter and a spoon. Hiei took this as his soup and sat down, eating slowly. She turned away from him and took a few deep breaths. When a spirit ran through her like that, she always had quick flashes of who they were. Then it hit her, "Hiei, how can you see them?"
He acted as though the question didn't phase him, "I just can."
"Fair enough."
He thought for a moment to when the man looked at him, "What color where his eyes?"
She looked over her shoulder, "Green, why?"
He stopped eating his soup and looked at her, " They were black. You were seeing an illusion."
She blinked, "What?"
Hiei sighed, "He was a demon spirit. He used an illusion to make himself seem human."
She let out a breath, "I should have known. He moved too solid to be a human apparition."
Hiei nodded. She seemed to know her stuff, so, she should be fine. He finished his soup and sat back. She seemed to be cold. Even though it was warm in here there was a shiver to her. She had obviously had this type of problem before, so why was she acting so afraid. She let out a breath and shook it off. She already felt weak enough around this man. "So, when are you leaving? Not that I am trying to run you off, I just wanted to know."
He looked at her and then at the clock. It was almost ten. "In the morning. That way I can travel by daylight."
She smiled slightly and nodded. Almost as if she was relieved not to be alone. "Alright."
She took his bowl and laid it in the sink, yawning. "Do you want me to make my bed for you?"
"No, I will not be sleeping there."
She blinked and looked at him for a moment. 'Does that mean I get my bed?' Her body felt tired and cold. She walked over to the couch and grabbed her laptop, "Well, the doors are locked. There is a cover on the couch and a pillow. If you need anything else…"
"I won't."
She nodded and walked into her room, closing the door. She plugged in her computer and laid in her bed. It smelled like him. Warm and musky. She closed her eyes and buried her head in her pillow. She was still so tired.
Her eyes shot open and she sat up quickly. A burning pain was on her side that she had never had before. She scrambled to her lamp and flicked it on, 'Wait…it was on when I went to bed.' She swallowed and her hear started pumping. She looked in the mirror to see deep claw marks on her skin. The blood had dried. She walked out of her room to the bathroom to see Hiei sitting up, staring the once again apparition in the eyes. Almost as though they ere sizing each other up. They never looked her way, just at one another. The apparition hissed and once more disappeared. Hiei then turned to look at her, noticing the marks on her side. She went into the bathroom and opened a vile of water. It was silver with a cross shaped on the front. Holy water. She poured it on her side and placed a bandage on herself. She looked up to see Hiei leaning in the doorway, "I take it this is not the first time this has happened."
She looked at him, "No. it happens now and again."
"It's three in the morning. I suggest you to get some more sleep if you can."
She nodded and went back into her room. Everything appeared normal. She sighed and left the door open and light on. She crawled back into bed and closed her eyes once more. Hiei leaned in the doorway once she was asleep. There was something different about her. Normal people do not see ghosts and demons. Why is she different? He was going to find out. Going to make it his secret mission. Maybe she had psychic ties. Maybe she was a witch. He didn't know, but he was going to find out.
Wah! There you have it. I hope you like. Please R&R! Later Days~