InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Ultimatum ❯ Chapter 19
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Ultimatum
Chapter 19
Boxing King
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Hiei was sprawled in a chair, trying to find a comfortable position. He normally could, and did, sit upright for hours, perfect posture. Good posture intimated superiority and control. However, his composure seemed to be failing him now as he stared at a limp vegetable. A limp Kagome, to be more precise. More than anything Hiei wanted to change that, to give her back her soul, or at the very least pull the proverbial plug. He could do neither. There was no plug to be pulled; without her full soul she couldn’t die anyways. And there was no chance in hell that anyone was going to be letting him put her soul back. As of an hour ago, the soul was nicely bottled up, labeled with capital letters, and put in the vault.
Hiei shifted once more. He looked at the vacant eyes that slowly opened and closed, mimicking life. The body was laid out on an uncomfortable looking cot, covered in a light blanket. One thin arm was hooked up to an IV, as they had figured it the easiest way to pass on sustenance.
At least her mind was gone. Hiei had repeated this thought for much of the last hour. It provided only minimal consolation. Her mind was gone, but her body and nerves were still there. A soul had never been put back in a body before once it had been forcibly removed, so the argument of feeling pain had never been answered. Koenma had told him, or rather the group, that reinsertion had never successfully been attempted. Unlike in most cases, however, Kagome’s body wouldn’t suddenly die upon the massive trauma to the body that occurred when trying to put a soul back into a body that had become adapted to living without it. That said nothing of what happened to the soul; it took a strong mind to struggle through massive trauma intact. It was a very small consolation indeed.
The eyes blinked once more and the head turned to stare at Hiei. Hiei knew that it was mimicking actions in life, that the body was used to looking at things in a room, yet he couldn’t stop the slight stiffening in his spine at what he deemed an accusatory glare.
Hiei couldn’t quite fathom why he was feeling such guilt with this girl. It wasn’t like they had truly bonded over anything. A little light banter, some sexual tension, and a common enemy. He couldn’t even say that those circumstances were unique to her case. He had been alive a long time, and had found many an interesting woman over the years. Their minds were bonded, or at least had been, in which case he still had no idea why they had been connected. But was that link supplying the guilt? It was possible. They had theorized after all that it was that link that supplied the instant attraction, the instant lowering of morals that allowed them to come to that brink of having sex. It had to be that link that had allowed him to relive her memories. So, was it that link that was projecting that guilt? If she was making him feel guilty, then they were most definitely connected. Which meant Naraku still had a connection to him. That thought didn’t sit well with Hiei at all.
He abruptly leaned forward and clasped his hands in front of his face, hiding the frown that was become more self-evident. His ears strained slightly at the slight footsteps he heard approaching, but he did not otherwise acknowledge the intruder.
“I brought you some tea, Hiei, for your vigil.” Yukina’s quiet voice clashed with the silence of the room.
“It’s not a vigil.” He couldn’t quite seem to muster up as much sarcasm as his voice usually contained.
“Very well, for your guard then.” She quietly sat down a silver tray in front of him, containing two tea cups.
“I prefer to ‘guard’ alone.” His comment didn’t leave room for argument.
Yukina ignored his veiled suggestion and sat before him to pour the tea. “Do you honestly believe that she will wake up? Her soul is contained.”
Hiei stared briefly at Yukina before returning his eyes to the body. “We don’t even have all of her soul.”
She sipped briefly, contemplating what he had said. “Naraku has the rest of it?”
Hiei didn’t bother to answer her. This intrusion into their solitude, his and the body’s, was becoming rather irksome.
She took his silence for assent. “How terrible for Kagome, to have everything so divided.”
Yukina glanced at Hiei, noted him not touching the tea she had provided. “Why do you insist on closing up, Hiei? I am here to listen, should you want.”
Hiei’s eyes turned hard. “Leave, Yukina.” He could never open up to her; she could never know that she was his sibling. At the very least it was to prevent the actual event of his dream from happening. That dream was haunting him, turning it in a way prophetic. The best prevention was to keep her in the dark. Or rather light. He preferred to think of it as the light.
She studied him for a moment before bowing her head once and getting up to leave, leaving the tea cup she had been using sitting next to Hiei’s.
The body’s head turned to watch Yukina leave before returning to the ceiling.
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“Ok,” Yusuke stated. “Ok. We did it, we… sucked out her mind. We have done the unthinkable.” He turned away from the occupants of the room. Everyone was clustered together near Koenma’s desk, seeking companionship in the face of their actions. The only one conspicuously absent was Hiei. Yusuke ran his fingers through his hair, trying to relieve some tension.
“What do we do next?” He turned back around, eyes searching out everyone else’s.
“We trade her for Keiko. That was the plan, Yusuke. And that’s what we will be sticking to.” Kurama watched the Detective closely. Would he break? He had just destroyed his cousin, his own blood. He looked to be already regretting it.
Yusuke nodded quickly. “How do we contact him?”
Kurama frowned. “He has always contacted us, so I have no idea. Do we just go announce it to the ogres and hope that the spy contacts him?”
Koenma spun slowly in his chair at the desk. “Do you remember chasing down that demon that crossed over, before Kagome was even here?” Kurama and Kuwabara nodded. “He died before he could talk. We found a spider on him.”
Kurama shook his head. “Of course,” he muttered. “It was so obvious that we just ignored it. How could we have been so stupid?”
Kuwabara and Yusuke were looking blankly between Koenma and Kurama.
“The spider is the spy, Yusuke. It’s just like a chip.”
All eyes turned towards the spider on the desk.
Koenma leaned forward. “Naraku, we are prepared to trade.” He waited a moment, and then suddenly slammed his closed fist down. He scrapped his hand clean before looking at Ogre. “Kindly rid us of this mess, Ogre.”
Yusuke was looking with wide eyes at the spider. “We’ve been wrong about everything from the beginning,” he whispered. “If only we had figured this out. We could have saved Kagome.”
Kurama turned towards Yusuke and gripped his shoulders hard. “She condemned herself, Yusuke. By not trusting us and working against she made her future.”
“But she was right,” he muttered. “We can’t protect everything in the vault. You and Hiei are evidence enough of that. And we are demons. Who are we to say that the Jewel would not call to us? And-” Kurama cut him off with a violent jerk.
“Cease, Yusuke. Stop berating yourself. What’s done is done, we can’t change the past. We must now look to the future. We need to get Keiko back. Or don’t you want that anymore?”
Yusuke jerked out of his grasp. “You have no right to say that. I’ve sacrificed enough to get her back.” He turned and walked quickly out of the room, not waiting for a reply.
Kurama considered the Detective a moment before Kuwabara’s voice spoke up.
“Where is Hiei anyways? You wouldn’t think he would want to miss any of the planning.”
All three looked at each other.
Kurama let out an explicative and started jogging for the door. “Everyone spread out and start looking for him. Get the ogres to help.” The room suddenly became a flurry of action as everyone was galvanized with a mission.
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Hiei was once again leaning back in the chair, hands crossed over his chest. He didn’t move as once again he heard footsteps. This wasn’t the first time they had come into this room, or even the third, and he could easily recognize them.
“It’s been hours, Hiei. Would you like me to spare you in your vigil? Surely you must wish a break of some kind, a moment to stretch?”
Hiei stared solemnly at Kagome’s body. “Go away, Yukina.”
She ignored his directions and instead moved up to the body. “We need to change several of the bags now, and she needs to be turned. Help me?”
She didn’t wait for his assent, but simply started changing things. Her unhurried and sure movements irritated Hiei. It was like she was taking possession of the body by being there, by taking care of it.
He watched until she began to shift the body, trying to move it on her own. He stood then, and went to gently lift Kagome. Yukina began to change pillows and sheets around. Kagome’s head slowly turned to look at Hiei as he held her.
“Hiei,” interrupted Yukina. “How do you feel about me?”
His eyes jerked to hers. He snarled at her. “Hurry up and then get out, Yukina. Don’t come back.”
“I know, you know. I know everything about us.”
Hiei jerked, eyes narrowing. He clutched Kagome closer to his chest, eliciting a small squeak from her body.
“Who are you?”
“I am Yukina, Hiei. What is the matter?”
“You are not Yukina. Yukina would never act like this.”
She ceased fixing the bed.
“You’ve never been around me enough to know how I would act, Hiei.”
“I’ve watched you from afar long enough to know.”
“Have you been spying on me, Hiei?” Her red eyes looked into Hiei’s unflinchingly.
He didn’t answer, instead choosing to suddenly look around the room. He could have sworn that he was in the palace in the Spirit World. It suddenly occurred to him that things were different, were just slightly off from how they should be. The biggest example of that was staring him in the face right now.
“Yukina, leave now before I unsheathe my sword and run you through.” His voice was devoid of any inflection.
“Why Hiei, how could you do that? Your sword is gone, sucked into Naraku’s body.”
Hiei straightened even more. It seemed impossibly that the petit form of Yukina could appear threatening, but damn if she was.
Her red eyes seemed piercing as she continued to look at him unblinking. “You shouldn’t have tried to kill me, Hiei. I didn’t take it kindly.” Her gaze slipped to Kagome’s prone form. “Not kindly at all.”
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I just had to leave you guys with a cliffy! I was feeling rather villainous, and I wanted to get this posted already. Finally! Short, but hopefully entertaining. I liked it. ?
Chapter 19
Boxing King
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Hiei was sprawled in a chair, trying to find a comfortable position. He normally could, and did, sit upright for hours, perfect posture. Good posture intimated superiority and control. However, his composure seemed to be failing him now as he stared at a limp vegetable. A limp Kagome, to be more precise. More than anything Hiei wanted to change that, to give her back her soul, or at the very least pull the proverbial plug. He could do neither. There was no plug to be pulled; without her full soul she couldn’t die anyways. And there was no chance in hell that anyone was going to be letting him put her soul back. As of an hour ago, the soul was nicely bottled up, labeled with capital letters, and put in the vault.
Hiei shifted once more. He looked at the vacant eyes that slowly opened and closed, mimicking life. The body was laid out on an uncomfortable looking cot, covered in a light blanket. One thin arm was hooked up to an IV, as they had figured it the easiest way to pass on sustenance.
At least her mind was gone. Hiei had repeated this thought for much of the last hour. It provided only minimal consolation. Her mind was gone, but her body and nerves were still there. A soul had never been put back in a body before once it had been forcibly removed, so the argument of feeling pain had never been answered. Koenma had told him, or rather the group, that reinsertion had never successfully been attempted. Unlike in most cases, however, Kagome’s body wouldn’t suddenly die upon the massive trauma to the body that occurred when trying to put a soul back into a body that had become adapted to living without it. That said nothing of what happened to the soul; it took a strong mind to struggle through massive trauma intact. It was a very small consolation indeed.
The eyes blinked once more and the head turned to stare at Hiei. Hiei knew that it was mimicking actions in life, that the body was used to looking at things in a room, yet he couldn’t stop the slight stiffening in his spine at what he deemed an accusatory glare.
Hiei couldn’t quite fathom why he was feeling such guilt with this girl. It wasn’t like they had truly bonded over anything. A little light banter, some sexual tension, and a common enemy. He couldn’t even say that those circumstances were unique to her case. He had been alive a long time, and had found many an interesting woman over the years. Their minds were bonded, or at least had been, in which case he still had no idea why they had been connected. But was that link supplying the guilt? It was possible. They had theorized after all that it was that link that supplied the instant attraction, the instant lowering of morals that allowed them to come to that brink of having sex. It had to be that link that had allowed him to relive her memories. So, was it that link that was projecting that guilt? If she was making him feel guilty, then they were most definitely connected. Which meant Naraku still had a connection to him. That thought didn’t sit well with Hiei at all.
He abruptly leaned forward and clasped his hands in front of his face, hiding the frown that was become more self-evident. His ears strained slightly at the slight footsteps he heard approaching, but he did not otherwise acknowledge the intruder.
“I brought you some tea, Hiei, for your vigil.” Yukina’s quiet voice clashed with the silence of the room.
“It’s not a vigil.” He couldn’t quite seem to muster up as much sarcasm as his voice usually contained.
“Very well, for your guard then.” She quietly sat down a silver tray in front of him, containing two tea cups.
“I prefer to ‘guard’ alone.” His comment didn’t leave room for argument.
Yukina ignored his veiled suggestion and sat before him to pour the tea. “Do you honestly believe that she will wake up? Her soul is contained.”
Hiei stared briefly at Yukina before returning his eyes to the body. “We don’t even have all of her soul.”
She sipped briefly, contemplating what he had said. “Naraku has the rest of it?”
Hiei didn’t bother to answer her. This intrusion into their solitude, his and the body’s, was becoming rather irksome.
She took his silence for assent. “How terrible for Kagome, to have everything so divided.”
Yukina glanced at Hiei, noted him not touching the tea she had provided. “Why do you insist on closing up, Hiei? I am here to listen, should you want.”
Hiei’s eyes turned hard. “Leave, Yukina.” He could never open up to her; she could never know that she was his sibling. At the very least it was to prevent the actual event of his dream from happening. That dream was haunting him, turning it in a way prophetic. The best prevention was to keep her in the dark. Or rather light. He preferred to think of it as the light.
She studied him for a moment before bowing her head once and getting up to leave, leaving the tea cup she had been using sitting next to Hiei’s.
The body’s head turned to watch Yukina leave before returning to the ceiling.
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“Ok,” Yusuke stated. “Ok. We did it, we… sucked out her mind. We have done the unthinkable.” He turned away from the occupants of the room. Everyone was clustered together near Koenma’s desk, seeking companionship in the face of their actions. The only one conspicuously absent was Hiei. Yusuke ran his fingers through his hair, trying to relieve some tension.
“What do we do next?” He turned back around, eyes searching out everyone else’s.
“We trade her for Keiko. That was the plan, Yusuke. And that’s what we will be sticking to.” Kurama watched the Detective closely. Would he break? He had just destroyed his cousin, his own blood. He looked to be already regretting it.
Yusuke nodded quickly. “How do we contact him?”
Kurama frowned. “He has always contacted us, so I have no idea. Do we just go announce it to the ogres and hope that the spy contacts him?”
Koenma spun slowly in his chair at the desk. “Do you remember chasing down that demon that crossed over, before Kagome was even here?” Kurama and Kuwabara nodded. “He died before he could talk. We found a spider on him.”
Kurama shook his head. “Of course,” he muttered. “It was so obvious that we just ignored it. How could we have been so stupid?”
Kuwabara and Yusuke were looking blankly between Koenma and Kurama.
“The spider is the spy, Yusuke. It’s just like a chip.”
All eyes turned towards the spider on the desk.
Koenma leaned forward. “Naraku, we are prepared to trade.” He waited a moment, and then suddenly slammed his closed fist down. He scrapped his hand clean before looking at Ogre. “Kindly rid us of this mess, Ogre.”
Yusuke was looking with wide eyes at the spider. “We’ve been wrong about everything from the beginning,” he whispered. “If only we had figured this out. We could have saved Kagome.”
Kurama turned towards Yusuke and gripped his shoulders hard. “She condemned herself, Yusuke. By not trusting us and working against she made her future.”
“But she was right,” he muttered. “We can’t protect everything in the vault. You and Hiei are evidence enough of that. And we are demons. Who are we to say that the Jewel would not call to us? And-” Kurama cut him off with a violent jerk.
“Cease, Yusuke. Stop berating yourself. What’s done is done, we can’t change the past. We must now look to the future. We need to get Keiko back. Or don’t you want that anymore?”
Yusuke jerked out of his grasp. “You have no right to say that. I’ve sacrificed enough to get her back.” He turned and walked quickly out of the room, not waiting for a reply.
Kurama considered the Detective a moment before Kuwabara’s voice spoke up.
“Where is Hiei anyways? You wouldn’t think he would want to miss any of the planning.”
All three looked at each other.
Kurama let out an explicative and started jogging for the door. “Everyone spread out and start looking for him. Get the ogres to help.” The room suddenly became a flurry of action as everyone was galvanized with a mission.
xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
Hiei was once again leaning back in the chair, hands crossed over his chest. He didn’t move as once again he heard footsteps. This wasn’t the first time they had come into this room, or even the third, and he could easily recognize them.
“It’s been hours, Hiei. Would you like me to spare you in your vigil? Surely you must wish a break of some kind, a moment to stretch?”
Hiei stared solemnly at Kagome’s body. “Go away, Yukina.”
She ignored his directions and instead moved up to the body. “We need to change several of the bags now, and she needs to be turned. Help me?”
She didn’t wait for his assent, but simply started changing things. Her unhurried and sure movements irritated Hiei. It was like she was taking possession of the body by being there, by taking care of it.
He watched until she began to shift the body, trying to move it on her own. He stood then, and went to gently lift Kagome. Yukina began to change pillows and sheets around. Kagome’s head slowly turned to look at Hiei as he held her.
“Hiei,” interrupted Yukina. “How do you feel about me?”
His eyes jerked to hers. He snarled at her. “Hurry up and then get out, Yukina. Don’t come back.”
“I know, you know. I know everything about us.”
Hiei jerked, eyes narrowing. He clutched Kagome closer to his chest, eliciting a small squeak from her body.
“Who are you?”
“I am Yukina, Hiei. What is the matter?”
“You are not Yukina. Yukina would never act like this.”
She ceased fixing the bed.
“You’ve never been around me enough to know how I would act, Hiei.”
“I’ve watched you from afar long enough to know.”
“Have you been spying on me, Hiei?” Her red eyes looked into Hiei’s unflinchingly.
He didn’t answer, instead choosing to suddenly look around the room. He could have sworn that he was in the palace in the Spirit World. It suddenly occurred to him that things were different, were just slightly off from how they should be. The biggest example of that was staring him in the face right now.
“Yukina, leave now before I unsheathe my sword and run you through.” His voice was devoid of any inflection.
“Why Hiei, how could you do that? Your sword is gone, sucked into Naraku’s body.”
Hiei straightened even more. It seemed impossibly that the petit form of Yukina could appear threatening, but damn if she was.
Her red eyes seemed piercing as she continued to look at him unblinking. “You shouldn’t have tried to kill me, Hiei. I didn’t take it kindly.” Her gaze slipped to Kagome’s prone form. “Not kindly at all.”
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I just had to leave you guys with a cliffy! I was feeling rather villainous, and I wanted to get this posted already. Finally! Short, but hopefully entertaining. I liked it. ?