Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Conscience ❯ Never Giving In ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Otaku Freak Kiken 
THE LAST ONE!!! NO!!! It can't be true... -sobs- All good things must come to an end, I suppose...
Please review!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
THE LAST ONE!!! NO!!! It can't be true... -sobs- All good things must come to an end, I suppose...
Please review!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
Conscience
Chapter seven- Never Giving In (Alternate Ending [For those of you who couldn’t take the LAST one!])
By Otaku Freak Kiken
Hiei started heavily breathing, and his heartbeat raced. He could feel sweat beading on his face, and his palm was slipping on the katana’s hilt. He sighed, then clenched his teeth in a growl. “I can do this... there’s nothing for me to live for! Nothing!”
~~<^>~~
The door flies open, Kurama staring wide-eyed at the sight before him. A feeling of concern whirled inside of him, and he took one step into the room.
Yusuke and Kuwabara looked over his shoulder, and they leaned forward at the scene that took place in front of their eyes. “Oh... whoa...”
~~<^>~~
I hate you foolish mortals... you foolish ningens and your compassion!...
~~<^>~~
Hiei stood erect, the sword at his side. He looked at them in a way that startled everyone present. His eyes were screaming pain, yet he said nothing. He looked into their eyes. He could sense their pain, he could feel them hurting.
Kurama was at a loss of words, trying to speak, but nothing was coming out. He gazed at Hiei with sympathy, and his heart was pounding with adrenaline. He spotted Hiei’s bare arm, then glanced upon the inflamed skin, the reddened incision on his wrist. He winced. “What’s...going on here?”
“Shorty, you better not-“ Kuwabara was interrupted.
“Quite!” Yusuke sharply retorted in a whisper.
Hiei’s eyes searched their faces as they stared blankly at him. Eyes glistening, he tensed his face into a pain-filled expression. He dropped to his knees, the sword clanging on the floor. Soft cries and gasps escaped from his cringing body. A few tears splashing on the ground. Hiei was actually crying.
The other three gasped. “What’s this?”
“Hiei’s... crying?” Yusuke’s shocked face turned calm, yet confused.
Kuwabara settled his emotions, then looked over at Yusuke with a small smile.
Kurama walked over to Hiei, putting his arm around his shoulder. “Hiei, we understand...”
“No!” Hiei threw Kurama’s arm off of his body, then sadly scowled at the fox. “No, you don’t! You couldn’t! You have no idea... Can’t you see, I wanted to die?! I longed for it so badly! I was so blinded by my ambition... by my foolish pride and arrogance! Once I heard you talking about how much you missed me, there was no way I could bear to take my own life...” Hiei’s voice trailed off into a sigh, then he looked over at Yusuke. “I was... growing on you? You were actually considering me a ‘close friend’? I was stunned to hear you actually say that you would miss me...” His eyes fell upon a stupefied Kuwabara. “And, you... yours was the most shocking. You feel remorse when calling me such names... You even liked me. It was completely unexpected.” Hiei looked about the room, occasionally exchanging small eye contact with each one. “I’m... in a way, glad you guys said something...” Hiei stared out the window.
“Wait a minute, Shrimp! You’re making me sound like some soft guy or somethin’! And I ain’t no soft guy!” Kuwabara was about to run over to the fire demon, but...
Yusuke’s foot appeared in front of Kuwabara, causing the tall teen to fall flat on his face. “Shut up. You like kittens. I’d consider you a soft guy.”
“I hate you, Urameshi...” A muffled groan rumbled from his throat.
Kurama smiled at Hiei. “So, you’ve changed your mind about this?”
Hiei nodded. “I suppose...”
A knock on the door startles everyone.
Kurama settled himself, then went over to answer the door. He opened it to find a very angry Koenma scowling back at him. “Koenma, sir... What brings you here?” His voice was mixed with a tone of nervousness. He knew why he was there. He didn’t want to admit it, though...
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t develop Alzheimer’s since I last spoke with you, Kurama... Why didn’t any of you show up for the opposing teams’ matches?” Koenma crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He was... PEEVED...
“Uh... we can... WE CAN EXPLAIN! We... uh... had some... TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES... Heh heh...” Yusuke scratched his head as he realized his excuse was proving no use. He looked over at Kuwabara and shrugged.
Koenma sneered at them all, watching them grow with guilt each time his eyes fell upon them. He noticed one thing that stood out to him, and he walked over to inspect it closer. “Hiei... is that... A SMILE? What’s going on?”
Hiei WAS smiling... “I just had a thought, that’s all...” The smile quickly diminished as he looked over at Kurama.
Kurama glanced over at him, then back at Koenma. “Hiei... has changed his mind about a lot of things... And we had LONG discussions about them... We lost track of time, and THAT’s why we didn’t show up.” He used the last bit of his confidence to make it sound believable. But...
“Quit trying to hide the truth. I know what was going on in here... Hiei, may I see your arm?” Koenma gestured for him to uncover it.
Hiei reluctantly brought his arm out in front of them, then stared off to the side.
“I see... So it’s true. Hiei, you attempted suicide. Correct?”
“Hn...” was all that he replied with. Not uncommon for him.
“And you reconsidered your decision?”
“... Yes...” Hiei looked at the floor, then raised his eyes to meet his.
Koenma smiled. “Good. We need you. You’re a valuable part of our team, whether you believe it or not... and... George isn’t up to fighting just yet...”
Yusuke put his arm around Hiei’s neck, rubbed his hair, then chuckled. “What could we do without you, Hiei?”
Hiei, all the while, was struggling to free himself. He managed to wiggle free of his grasp, then smoothed his hair back in place. He arrogantly smirked at everyone, then said, “Nothing.” He went over to the window, slid it open, then flitted out of sight.
~~<^>~~
Thank you... Conscience...
SO THERE IT IS!!! The end of Conscience. Or is it? Here’s what I need to know: Should I make a sequel? And, if yes, with who? I have plenty of ideas, but I need to know what you guys think! Please respond with reviews, and tell me what you think! I think I suck at endings, but maybe that’s just me...? O-WELL!!! Please review!
-Otaku Freak Kiken
Chapter seven- Never Giving In (Alternate Ending [For those of you who couldn’t take the LAST one!])
By Otaku Freak Kiken
Hiei started heavily breathing, and his heartbeat raced. He could feel sweat beading on his face, and his palm was slipping on the katana’s hilt. He sighed, then clenched his teeth in a growl. “I can do this... there’s nothing for me to live for! Nothing!”
~~<^>~~
The door flies open, Kurama staring wide-eyed at the sight before him. A feeling of concern whirled inside of him, and he took one step into the room.
Yusuke and Kuwabara looked over his shoulder, and they leaned forward at the scene that took place in front of their eyes. “Oh... whoa...”
~~<^>~~
I hate you foolish mortals... you foolish ningens and your compassion!...
~~<^>~~
Hiei stood erect, the sword at his side. He looked at them in a way that startled everyone present. His eyes were screaming pain, yet he said nothing. He looked into their eyes. He could sense their pain, he could feel them hurting.
Kurama was at a loss of words, trying to speak, but nothing was coming out. He gazed at Hiei with sympathy, and his heart was pounding with adrenaline. He spotted Hiei’s bare arm, then glanced upon the inflamed skin, the reddened incision on his wrist. He winced. “What’s...going on here?”
“Shorty, you better not-“ Kuwabara was interrupted.
“Quite!” Yusuke sharply retorted in a whisper.
Hiei’s eyes searched their faces as they stared blankly at him. Eyes glistening, he tensed his face into a pain-filled expression. He dropped to his knees, the sword clanging on the floor. Soft cries and gasps escaped from his cringing body. A few tears splashing on the ground. Hiei was actually crying.
The other three gasped. “What’s this?”
“Hiei’s... crying?” Yusuke’s shocked face turned calm, yet confused.
Kuwabara settled his emotions, then looked over at Yusuke with a small smile.
Kurama walked over to Hiei, putting his arm around his shoulder. “Hiei, we understand...”
“No!” Hiei threw Kurama’s arm off of his body, then sadly scowled at the fox. “No, you don’t! You couldn’t! You have no idea... Can’t you see, I wanted to die?! I longed for it so badly! I was so blinded by my ambition... by my foolish pride and arrogance! Once I heard you talking about how much you missed me, there was no way I could bear to take my own life...” Hiei’s voice trailed off into a sigh, then he looked over at Yusuke. “I was... growing on you? You were actually considering me a ‘close friend’? I was stunned to hear you actually say that you would miss me...” His eyes fell upon a stupefied Kuwabara. “And, you... yours was the most shocking. You feel remorse when calling me such names... You even liked me. It was completely unexpected.” Hiei looked about the room, occasionally exchanging small eye contact with each one. “I’m... in a way, glad you guys said something...” Hiei stared out the window.
“Wait a minute, Shrimp! You’re making me sound like some soft guy or somethin’! And I ain’t no soft guy!” Kuwabara was about to run over to the fire demon, but...
Yusuke’s foot appeared in front of Kuwabara, causing the tall teen to fall flat on his face. “Shut up. You like kittens. I’d consider you a soft guy.”
“I hate you, Urameshi...” A muffled groan rumbled from his throat.
Kurama smiled at Hiei. “So, you’ve changed your mind about this?”
Hiei nodded. “I suppose...”
A knock on the door startles everyone.
Kurama settled himself, then went over to answer the door. He opened it to find a very angry Koenma scowling back at him. “Koenma, sir... What brings you here?” His voice was mixed with a tone of nervousness. He knew why he was there. He didn’t want to admit it, though...
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t develop Alzheimer’s since I last spoke with you, Kurama... Why didn’t any of you show up for the opposing teams’ matches?” Koenma crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He was... PEEVED...
“Uh... we can... WE CAN EXPLAIN! We... uh... had some... TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES... Heh heh...” Yusuke scratched his head as he realized his excuse was proving no use. He looked over at Kuwabara and shrugged.
Koenma sneered at them all, watching them grow with guilt each time his eyes fell upon them. He noticed one thing that stood out to him, and he walked over to inspect it closer. “Hiei... is that... A SMILE? What’s going on?”
Hiei WAS smiling... “I just had a thought, that’s all...” The smile quickly diminished as he looked over at Kurama.
Kurama glanced over at him, then back at Koenma. “Hiei... has changed his mind about a lot of things... And we had LONG discussions about them... We lost track of time, and THAT’s why we didn’t show up.” He used the last bit of his confidence to make it sound believable. But...
“Quit trying to hide the truth. I know what was going on in here... Hiei, may I see your arm?” Koenma gestured for him to uncover it.
Hiei reluctantly brought his arm out in front of them, then stared off to the side.
“I see... So it’s true. Hiei, you attempted suicide. Correct?”
“Hn...” was all that he replied with. Not uncommon for him.
“And you reconsidered your decision?”
“... Yes...” Hiei looked at the floor, then raised his eyes to meet his.
Koenma smiled. “Good. We need you. You’re a valuable part of our team, whether you believe it or not... and... George isn’t up to fighting just yet...”
Yusuke put his arm around Hiei’s neck, rubbed his hair, then chuckled. “What could we do without you, Hiei?”
Hiei, all the while, was struggling to free himself. He managed to wiggle free of his grasp, then smoothed his hair back in place. He arrogantly smirked at everyone, then said, “Nothing.” He went over to the window, slid it open, then flitted out of sight.
~~<^>~~
Thank you... Conscience...
SO THERE IT IS!!! The end of Conscience. Or is it? Here’s what I need to know: Should I make a sequel? And, if yes, with who? I have plenty of ideas, but I need to know what you guys think! Please respond with reviews, and tell me what you think! I think I suck at endings, but maybe that’s just me...? O-WELL!!! Please review!
-Otaku Freak Kiken