Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hard to Kill ❯ Memories ( Chapter 4 )

Renard: *in bunker scanning area w/ binoculars* where is he? *sees readers, drops binoculars and blushes* hehe….I mean…I'm not hiding…*eyes dart around* from…anyone…or *eyes dart around again* spying…don't be silly! *suddenly drops on ground* Onward read while I figure out how to blow Yusuke up…I mean…*eyes dart around*

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~

She was tall, with red hair down to her elbows. It was curled, but not in the natural untamable way, it looked more intentional, more groomed and carefully placed. She was incredibly beautiful, with dark green eyes and small features. She had just returned from a date with her perfect boyfriend. She was living such a dream life, and she did not even know it. I knew she felt something was wrong the instant she opened the door to her collage apartment. It was much too quiet, and the look of confusion and hidden fear seemed to almost consume her. But there is always more to every story then the surface cares to show, and when we faced each other for the last time, I am sure she realized that.

Behind her closed eyes were the tortured cries, none of them rendering her deaf as she so desperately wanted them to. Ashley Merton. The name echoed in her mind. The flash of brilliant red hair, splaying as she fell to the wood floor, had haunted her ever since that night. Even from the start I wasn't cut out for this. She reminded herself, gently sliding down from her sitting position against the wall, down into the soft feather pillows of the bed. The nightly visit has begun.

The small digital clock that sat just next to her head started to ring annoyingly. She shot up, startled by the sudden high pitched ringing in her ear. Clutching her chest where her heart now pounded, she took a deep breath. The red numbers seemed to scream "7:45" in blinking lights. With a sigh she threw the blankets off of herself heavily, and straightened out the modest dress when she stood. Picking up a corner of black fabric, she grumbled about its length in relation to her height, and opened the door gently. Being sure to not awake any late sleepers there might be, she crept down the hall, running her hand along the wall to keep from falling off her position on the balls of her feet.

She slowly made her way to the back door, peeking around each wall to make sure no one was there. She sighed relief upon finding the house empty, and moved off the cold wall. She slowly reached out, her hand instinctively taking the shape of the gold colored door knob.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice said, causing her to retract her hand and spin around, clamping her hands onto the knob in case of escape.

Standing only a few feet away was Hiei. She held her breath, trying desperately to come up with an escape plan. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. She had broken enough promises already.

Without a word, Hiei turned and walked out of the room. She froze in confusion, not sure how to react. Slowly, she twisted the knob, wincing at the quiet click.

"Don't even think about it." Came Hiei's voice, causing her to release the metal object. Back to the confines of my room then.

Within an hour, she heard a door open and shut, then quiet knocking at her door. It creaked open and there, once again, was Kurama.

"Thank you for hiring a baby sitter, that was very nice of you." She commented in an unclassifiable tone.

"I had to leave for a moment, and I didn't want you running away again." Kurama said, moving deeper into the room.

"Well you will not have to worry about that. Since I have no reason to leave now I shall stay on my own free will." Silence took over, excusing them both from conversation.

"So will I be expected to stay in this blank prison forever, or will you ever take me to Spirit World to serve my punishment?" She asked, rubbing the dust out of the hem of her dress.

"You may leave this room any time you like."

"I am sure I could have figured that out myself, but I would much rather stay here where I may avoid having to converse with anyone." She commented, still concentrating on her dress. Getting the hint, Kurama left, closing the door almost silently behind him.

It was much later that evening now, possibly six or later. Kurama had dragged her down to his living room, where Hiei, Yusuke, and Kuwabara sat waiting. Yusuke and Kuwabara saw her, black hat pulled over her eyes, head bowed, skeptical that this pathetic creature could honestly be the one they were looking for. Yusuke had heard from Kurama what had happened when they went on the search-and-rescue mission, and knew of course that this was her. I'm sure he is disappointed. She thought as she was lead to the couch. I suppose this would be known as the final stage, interrogation to punishment.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~

Renard: *searching frantically around bunker for food* God snive, what was I thinking? Why didn't I go with my first instinct and bring food?! Ugh! *throws binoculars on ground dramatically* Well, sorry the chapter was so bad and such. You know what I'm gonna apologize for so I won't say it.

Yusuke: *walks past*

Renard: Sh…oot! Why did I put this in the middle of the living room?! *lays on stomach* REVIEW!