Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Retrieving His Heart ❯ These Tears I Cry ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: These Tears I Cry

 

 

Neka looked up at the dungeon's ceiling. Why did this always happen? It made no since why she seemed to be getting kidnapped all the time. Was it because of her magic? Was it because of the abnormal strength she had? Or as it because of the tear gems she cried? Neither cat-demons nor witches cry tear gems, only ice apparitions. Yet Neka's depressed and heart-broken tears were pure Kakomi crystals.

Kakomi crystals were rarer than a Koorime's tears! The crystals' had special powers if used the right way, therefore making them worth maybe more than billions per stone. It sickened Neka the way humans would do this. Waste tons of money just to buy a rock! Neka sneered at the ceiling.

“Filthy humans.” She scowled and her ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps. “Wonderful.” Neka muttered as the door slammed open on her left. There stood a strong-built man who could easily tower Youko.

“Cry.” He ordered. His low voice echoed through the dark dungeon.

“No.” Neka said calmly, not looking at her captor. Light-brown eyes gazed at the wall in front of their owner in boredom.

“Did you hear me? I said, CRY!” the man boomed once more.

So it is for my tear gems. Neka thought.

“Why should I cry my gorgeous crystals for a jackass bastard like you, eh?” she said in a monotone voice to rival even the most emotionless being in the three worlds.

“Because if you don't, my big brother will kill you.” Tank-Man, as Neka named him, told her.

“Let him.” Neka said.

“You'd rather die than cry?”

“Nothin ta live for. This one is tired of breathing.”

“Try killing your self.”

“Cain't. Witches can't commit suicide.”

“Why?” the giant asked. This was an ironic thing about Tank-Man, when you got him in a calm conversation, all traces of violence left him.

“Because since we were such an endangered race, Koenma put a barrier around us to keep us from killing ourselves.” Neka replied with a hint of disgust.

“Do witches normally kill themselves?”

“We get depressed easily, but usually get over it.”

“So where does suicide come in?”

Neka shrugged. “I guess he found something about us that we never knew.” Tank-Man had been listening carefully.

“One more question.” He said.

“Go on.” Neka replied.

“If you're not a Koorime, then how come you have tear gems?” Tank-Man asked.

“I dunno. Cat-demons don't cry tears gems, and neither do witches. So that makes me just another outsider.” Neka replied and looked back up at the “interesting” ceiling.

“Oh.” Tank-Man said and had to sit down and lean down a bit to get to the short youkai's eye-level. “So, why don't you cry? You cry all the time when your alone.” He asked. Neka sighed.

“I am nothing but a heart-broken fool. The memory of him makes me cry, not pain.” She said pointing to her bandaged left arm. Tank-Man and his brother, nicknamed Spout by Neka because he was shorter than his older brother, had tortured her, trying to make her cry.

“Who's `him'?” Tank-Man asked.

“Il est l'un je suis très attaché à. Je le manque beaucoup, mais il ne qui sait pas même je suis. C'est kinda comme une grande bousculade que j'ai eu sur lui pour les décennies. Je pense une fois qu'il avait un endroit dans son coeur pour moi, mais pas plus, pas depuis le jour que je suis mort. ..in une façon.” Neka replied. She had picked up French and spoke it quite fluently.

“What?” Tank-Man asked cluelessly.

“To translate it so that you can understand it better,

“He is the one I love dearly. I miss him a lot, but he doesn't even know who I am. It's kinda like a big crush that I've had on him for decades. I think once he had a place in his heart for me, but not anymore, not since the day that I died...in a way.

“That's what she said.” Spout said as he walked in. He had black hair, jade-green eyes, and early-thirties. Tank-Man looked the exact same and was in his late twenties. Spout was taller than Neka, but many times shorter than his little brother.

“Didn't know that ass-hole ningens spoke French.” Neka said in a hateful tone.

“Shut your slutty mouth!” Spout yelled. That got Neka pissed off easily.

“Now where do YOU get the fuckin right to call me a slut, you fag!” Neka yelled fiercely; her right hand was in her pocket and gripping her wand, ready to pull out and stun him at least.

“WHAT?!” Spout yelled at the insult. Trying to think of a good combat, he glared and growled at the smirking rurouni. Neka was now thinking of a plan to get out, fast. She knew Koenma would've gotten his Spirit Detectives to come get her, considering that her cousin told her that he would if she got kidnapped again.

Why me? Neka thought with a mental sigh. Being Koenma's little cousin wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Their ancestors were witches and warlocks, and that trait got passed down very rarely.

And I just happened to be the one who got it first in millennia. The truth scrolled through Neka's mind. Then a shout from Spout got her away from her thoughts.

“Cry or else I'll kill the Forbidden Child.” He threatened. Neka glared evilly.

“You wouldn't.” she hissed.

“I most defiantly would. He's been causing some problems in the Makai, and I hear he's half Koorime.” Spout replied. Neka thought about that.

Then she smirked. “You couldn't kill him. He wields the Darkness Technique. He's the first y'know, I heard that recently happened.” Neka taunted. That got the brothers' attention.

“Impossible! No one has every mastered that technique, and those who tried died!” Tank-Man argued, being the one who knew more about fighting techniques than his older brother.

Neka smirked again; He's strong, very strong. And I shall retrieve his heart, no matter what the costs.

 

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Hiei sat in his tree, waiting for the fools to come get him. He knew Neka very well, considering the relationship that they had.

But slowly, she had been disappearing from his cold heart. One day, a day Hiei would never forget, Neka got kidnapped...again. He remembered the gruesome pictures that were shown to him of Neka's bruised, beaten, bloody, and battered body. Hiei was told that she was viciously murdered because she would not cry. Though Hiei never knew why Neka crying would be so important, he knew that that was the reason she was abducted continuously. That day when a demon showed him the horrible pictures was yet another rise in the coldness meter of his heart. That day, everything fell apart, and Hiei never loved again; Yukina was a different story, she was his sister and he loved her in a brotherly way.

“I'll save you, Neka. I swear it.” Hiei whispered and then the `Detective' as Hiei called him, yelled at him to,

“Get your ass down here! NOW!” Yusuke yelled, greasy black hair falling into his face. Hiei jumped down from the tree.

“Forgot your hair-gel?” he asked, not really caring.

“Shut-up and let's go.” Yusuke muttered and left to go pester Koenma about the portal being broken.

 

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Tank-Man and Spout were arguing about what they should do about the witch-halfling in the dungeon.

“I say we torture her more.” Tank-Man said.

“No, she doesn't give in to physical pain, only emotional.” Spout clarified.

“We could take her wand away.” Tank-Man suggested thoughtfully.

“What damn good would that do?!” Spout barked.

“Remember that day I came in from my watch all beat up?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“She stunned me with her magic and used me a punching bag. She said she needed to relieve `some' stress.”

“You LET her stun you?!” Spout scolded.

“No. She cast the spell on me after I opened the door.” Tank-Man replied and shivered in fear. “She's scary, Neka. Her eyes glowed and then she had no pupils, no iris, only dark-gold. Then her teeth became fangs like a Rottweiler's and really, really sharp nails!!” he then shrieked.

The image Spout got in his mind made himself shake with sudden fear. “Did she scratch or bite?” he asked.

“No, punched and kicked. She's no ordinary cat-demon.” Tank-Man replied in terror of the horrible memory.

True, cat-demons weren't martial artists, and neither were witches. A cat-demons' nature was polite, kind, gentle, and only fierce in battle…which they weren't incredibly good at. Neko youkai also had magic; commonly known as either `black-magic' or `white-magic'. It truly depended on the demons' personality.

 

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“They give me such great compliments.” Neka stated with a smug look.