Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Conscience ❯ The Voice of Hiei ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Otaku Freak Kiken 
Hiei speaks in response!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 236 | Status: Completed
Hiei speaks in response!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.31.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 236 | Status: Completed
Conscience
Chapter two- The Voice of Hiei
By Otaku Freak Kiken
I wonder why I never listened... It has no affect on me now. It’s too late for that. This IS the only answer, from my point of understanding. Foolish beings and their attachments to their companions, to their teammates. I guess that’s another reason why I have to do this.
It’s not just Yusuke, not just Botan who took it hard. I, too, actually admit to shedding a single tear for that old hag. I might not have known her, but losing anyone who had given you a great chance at winning a tournament would make anyone grieve. So maybe I felt SOME emotion towards her. Big deal. No one cares now. It’s over and done with.
Go ahead and laugh. Even the most hard hearted of beings feel some type of emotion towards others. No one notices, though. It’s so well hidden. Behind all the wounds and scars of their lives, everyone has feelings, even if they don’t admit to it. Why am I still on this subject?
Being thrown from Koorime was only the start of my troubles. Being raised by thieves, having skills learned from them, those did affect my mind greatly. I was raised to steal. I was raised to kill. And both I did. That’s what got me into this whole mess.
Joining forces with the elusive Yoko, and the meaningless other, I had walked into a trap that no one could wiggle free from. No one. It changed my whole life. That baby detective actually defeated me, and my ‘punishment’ was to ally with him and his dim-witted friend. Thankfully, Kurama was being ‘punished’ along with me. It’s good to have friends with you.
Hn... so what if I DID become ‘friends’ with those two ningens? I consider them allies, not REALLY friends. Whatever. Only after they helped to rescue Yukina did I begin to loosen up around them. Hn... Yukina...
My half sister. I spent my whole life searching for her. I found her. I promised not to tell her I was related to her, but... One can’t hold a secret forever. I told her. We were all alone, and I thought it’d be the best time to confess. It was, just not the right date... She said I waited too long to tell her, and that she’d already found out from Botan. She also found out about my past, and... she despised me. My own sister, my own family. My heart sank to the bottom of the empty pit formed in my throat, and for the first time ever, I shed a tear. In front of her, my sister who disowned me with her scowl. I could never look at her again. I walked away, and I never looked back.
Just one more reason for me to do this.
Kurama has brushed me away, shooed me, from his sight lately. Every time I try and talk to him, he asks me to leave. I don’t know why. He seems annoyed. Frustrated. I don’t even bother to ask.
It seems as though Yusuke is annoyed, too. Hn... he always makes rude comments when I’m around. Even if I did consider him my friend, now it seems as though he hates me, so why even bother? I just leave him alone, too.
Don’t even get me started on Kuwabaka. The fool... the dim-witted fool. He hangs over Yukina like a dog over food. I wish to teach him a lesson, but Kurama restrains me every time I try to do so. Heh, he’ll learn one day. Believe me, I KNOW HE WILL...
He expects everyone to work one hundred and ten percent. Koenma, the child ruler of the spirit world. And leader of our ‘team’. He thought that becoming part of our team would make everything better, like bandaging a dirty wound. It didn’t. The weight that Genkai dropped on us is almost too much to bare... Even I can’t keep up to the demi-god’s standards.
Kurama is trying to make me depend on ningens. Even Yusuke. They want me to throw down my own pride and risk my own life to help them. I don’t need them. I don’t need anybody. Being alone is fine.
I don’t depend on anyone. I’ve never needed to. Why start now? I don’t believe in anyone, either. Who cares? Definitely not me.
I don’t care about anything. Everything I have hoped for is now gone. I have nothing to live for. I have to do this. This silvery blade of my katana is my salvation. My savior. No one cares about me, so I should just give up my soul and end it. This body is just waiting, pleading, to be released from its captivity.
So I’ll end it. I just wish everyone I’ve known over the years could see this. So they could see how they’ve made me feel. So they could see the gore.
~~<^>~~
The door opens to Kurama’s and Hiei’s hotel room, and Kurama glares wildly at Hiei. He drops the sodas he brought with him, and he runs over to the bed, where Hiei’s seated.
“Hiei! What do you think you’re doing?!” Kurama grabs at the ground around him, still staring at Hiei. He finds a towel from the shower he took earlier that day, and he places it on Hiei’s arm. “You idiot... Why are you doing this?”
“No one cares. They never have. They never will. Stop helping me, Kurama. Let me bleed. Watch me die.”
“Hiei, you’re mad! If you think that I’ll let you commit suicide, you’ve got to be kidding yourself!” He holds the wound tightly, and can feel the blood seeping through the fibers of the cotton towel. A tear runs down his face. “Whatever drove you to do this?”
“You... Yusuke... Kuwabara... Koenma... Genkai... My mother... Yukina... “ His voice trails off slowly, and a grimly sardonic smirk places itself on his lips.
“You can’t... “
~~<^>~~
Maybe I should have listened...
Hey... That’s the second chapter. If I get enough reviews on this one, then I’ll make a third. What do ya think?
-Otaku Freak Kiken
Chapter two- The Voice of Hiei
By Otaku Freak Kiken
I wonder why I never listened... It has no affect on me now. It’s too late for that. This IS the only answer, from my point of understanding. Foolish beings and their attachments to their companions, to their teammates. I guess that’s another reason why I have to do this.
It’s not just Yusuke, not just Botan who took it hard. I, too, actually admit to shedding a single tear for that old hag. I might not have known her, but losing anyone who had given you a great chance at winning a tournament would make anyone grieve. So maybe I felt SOME emotion towards her. Big deal. No one cares now. It’s over and done with.
Go ahead and laugh. Even the most hard hearted of beings feel some type of emotion towards others. No one notices, though. It’s so well hidden. Behind all the wounds and scars of their lives, everyone has feelings, even if they don’t admit to it. Why am I still on this subject?
Being thrown from Koorime was only the start of my troubles. Being raised by thieves, having skills learned from them, those did affect my mind greatly. I was raised to steal. I was raised to kill. And both I did. That’s what got me into this whole mess.
Joining forces with the elusive Yoko, and the meaningless other, I had walked into a trap that no one could wiggle free from. No one. It changed my whole life. That baby detective actually defeated me, and my ‘punishment’ was to ally with him and his dim-witted friend. Thankfully, Kurama was being ‘punished’ along with me. It’s good to have friends with you.
Hn... so what if I DID become ‘friends’ with those two ningens? I consider them allies, not REALLY friends. Whatever. Only after they helped to rescue Yukina did I begin to loosen up around them. Hn... Yukina...
My half sister. I spent my whole life searching for her. I found her. I promised not to tell her I was related to her, but... One can’t hold a secret forever. I told her. We were all alone, and I thought it’d be the best time to confess. It was, just not the right date... She said I waited too long to tell her, and that she’d already found out from Botan. She also found out about my past, and... she despised me. My own sister, my own family. My heart sank to the bottom of the empty pit formed in my throat, and for the first time ever, I shed a tear. In front of her, my sister who disowned me with her scowl. I could never look at her again. I walked away, and I never looked back.
Just one more reason for me to do this.
Kurama has brushed me away, shooed me, from his sight lately. Every time I try and talk to him, he asks me to leave. I don’t know why. He seems annoyed. Frustrated. I don’t even bother to ask.
It seems as though Yusuke is annoyed, too. Hn... he always makes rude comments when I’m around. Even if I did consider him my friend, now it seems as though he hates me, so why even bother? I just leave him alone, too.
Don’t even get me started on Kuwabaka. The fool... the dim-witted fool. He hangs over Yukina like a dog over food. I wish to teach him a lesson, but Kurama restrains me every time I try to do so. Heh, he’ll learn one day. Believe me, I KNOW HE WILL...
He expects everyone to work one hundred and ten percent. Koenma, the child ruler of the spirit world. And leader of our ‘team’. He thought that becoming part of our team would make everything better, like bandaging a dirty wound. It didn’t. The weight that Genkai dropped on us is almost too much to bare... Even I can’t keep up to the demi-god’s standards.
Kurama is trying to make me depend on ningens. Even Yusuke. They want me to throw down my own pride and risk my own life to help them. I don’t need them. I don’t need anybody. Being alone is fine.
I don’t depend on anyone. I’ve never needed to. Why start now? I don’t believe in anyone, either. Who cares? Definitely not me.
I don’t care about anything. Everything I have hoped for is now gone. I have nothing to live for. I have to do this. This silvery blade of my katana is my salvation. My savior. No one cares about me, so I should just give up my soul and end it. This body is just waiting, pleading, to be released from its captivity.
So I’ll end it. I just wish everyone I’ve known over the years could see this. So they could see how they’ve made me feel. So they could see the gore.
~~<^>~~
The door opens to Kurama’s and Hiei’s hotel room, and Kurama glares wildly at Hiei. He drops the sodas he brought with him, and he runs over to the bed, where Hiei’s seated.
“Hiei! What do you think you’re doing?!” Kurama grabs at the ground around him, still staring at Hiei. He finds a towel from the shower he took earlier that day, and he places it on Hiei’s arm. “You idiot... Why are you doing this?”
“No one cares. They never have. They never will. Stop helping me, Kurama. Let me bleed. Watch me die.”
“Hiei, you’re mad! If you think that I’ll let you commit suicide, you’ve got to be kidding yourself!” He holds the wound tightly, and can feel the blood seeping through the fibers of the cotton towel. A tear runs down his face. “Whatever drove you to do this?”
“You... Yusuke... Kuwabara... Koenma... Genkai... My mother... Yukina... “ His voice trails off slowly, and a grimly sardonic smirk places itself on his lips.
“You can’t... “
~~<^>~~
Maybe I should have listened...
Hey... That’s the second chapter. If I get enough reviews on this one, then I’ll make a third. What do ya think?
-Otaku Freak Kiken