Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited ❯ Chapter 13
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By: MageDragon17 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.27.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 278 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.27.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 278 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 13
Yuseke sneezed, and then said, "Shiroi wasn't kidding about the dust." He wasn't the only one who sneezed when they entered the house. He, Kuwabara, and Kurama sneezed. Kuwabara's was loud enough to wake the dead, but Kurama hide his well, hardly making a sound.
Shiroi looked around the entryway, avoiding looking into the living room. She was afraid of going in there, since that's where many of her bad experiences took place. Instead, she headed toward the hallway off to their right.
"Where do you want to go first?" Botan asked.
"My old room," Shiroi answered. "You guys don't have to stay with me, go ahead and explore, just try not to touch anything."
Botan nodded, and she and the others went into the living room to see what was in there. Elder Sansa and Nana said they would wait outside until they were finished.
Shiroi walked down the hall. There were two doors on the left and two on the right. Her parents' bedroom her father's weapon closet was on the right. On the left was a small linen closet and Shiroi's bedroom. At the end of the hallway was another cabinet, which held lots of Shiroi's mother's healing potions and other medicines.
Shiroi went straight for her old room, more old memories flashing before her eyes as she headed down the hallway. When she grabbed the handle of the door, more memories flooded her vision, making her stop her tracks. She shook her head to clear it, and opened the door.
It was as dusty in there as everything else in the house was. It was also exactly the way she left it. When she walked in, the memory of how it looked just before she left flashed through her sight.
She put her hand to her forehead. I don't know how much more of this I can take, she thought. She went to her bed and stooped down beside it. She had hidden something underneath a floorboard, something not even her father knew about.
She tried to loosen the board, but after being unmoved after all those years, it was stuck. She wasn't physically very strong, so even when she dug her nails in through the cracks to yank up the board, it wasn't enough.
"Need some help?"
Shiroi whipped around to see Hiei standing in the doorway. "Sort of," she answered. "I'm sure yanking up a floor board would be less than child's play for you."
Hiei shrugged and walked over to her. As she had said, Hiei yanked up the board like it was nothing, he only had to use one hand to do it.
"Now I really feel weak," Shiroi muttered.
"If you were weak," Hiei said as he let go of the board, "you wouldn't have survived the attack your father had done to you or any of the other things that have happened to you."
"Whatever you say," Shiroi sighed as she reached inside the hole in the floor. She pulled out a box. It was dusty, which made it impossible to identify.
"What is it?" Hiei asked.
"Some things that belonged to my mother," Shiroi answered. "When a person dies in this village, they're buried with all of their precious valuables. My mother didn't want everything of hers to be buried, so she gave a few things to me and told me to hide them."
"The one thing your father never found out about, right?" Hiei asked.
Shiroi nodded and put the box into her cloak pocket. She pressed the floorboard back into place and stood up, more memories washed over her vision for a second.
Hiei had been noticing her odd behavior, so he asked, "Is anything wrong?"
Shiroi looked at him, "Huh?"
"You've been acting a little strange since we got here."
Shiroi shook her head, "No, it's just that being here brings back a lot of memories, and not very many of them are good." She got to her feet and went around to the other side of the bed. There was a bookshelf, a very small one, which held a few books.
"What else are you looking for?" Hiei asked.
"I'm not really looking for anything anymore," Shiroi answered. "I'm just looking at things that I know are here, and debating with myself about what else I should take with me."
Hiei looked around the room from where he stood, "There doesn't seem to be a whole lot of stuff here."
"There isn't," Shiroi replied as she stooped down again to gain better accuses to the middle shelf. She looked at the books; the spines were so covered in dust that they were impossible to read. She gripped the side of the bookshelf to keep her balance, but the old wood was dry, and sharp edges and splinters were everywhere. A sharp protruding sliver jabbed the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She yelped softly and pulled her hand away, luckily the sliver stay in the wood and not in her hand.
"What happened?" Hiei asked as he came over.
"It's nothing," Shiroi gasped as she fumbled in her pocket, trying to find her handkerchief.
Hiei appeared next to her with his own, pressing it over the wound himself. "You're lucky the wood didn't come with it." He lifted the cloth to see the wound, and noticed a scar across the woman's hand. He knew where it had come from, "Another scar to add on this hand then?"
Shiroi knew what he was talking about, "I've kept all of the scars that have been cause by my father, all of them." She pulled the handkerchief away and healed the cut in her hand; no scar remained.
"Too bad that doesn't happen automatically," Hiei said, "Then you wouldn't be able to be hurt at all."
Shiroi shook her head and summoned the blood off of the cloth and gave it back to Hiei. She turned the blood into a ball, which was smaller than a marble, hardened it, and put it in her pocket for safekeeping.
"What will you do with that?" Hiei asked.
"They make good ammunition," Shiroi answered. "And my ammo never breaks."
"And you make them out of that?"
Shiroi shook her head, "Not normally, but sometimes I do." She got to her feet. "I guess I'm done in here, I've never had very much, even when my mother was alive."
"Now where?" Hiei asked.
"Well the only other rooms in this hallway would be my parents old bedroom and my father's weapon closet." They exited her room and Shiroi looked to her left at the closet. "My mother kept all kinds of healing medicines and such in here. A lot were buried with her, but she had so many that not even half of them could be left with her."
"She used power along with medication?" Hiei asked. "What a mix. Well, she was an earth apparition, I guess it makes sense."
"Only because you now Kurama," Shiroi said, smiling at him. Hiei returned the smile, even though it just as small as hers had been. "I guess I should check out my parents old room, there may be something in there worth getting, maybe."
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Author's Note: Opps that was a short chapter. I'll try and have another one up soon. I'm trying to get a brainstorm before I run out of chapters to put up. Reviews please!
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 13
Yuseke sneezed, and then said, "Shiroi wasn't kidding about the dust." He wasn't the only one who sneezed when they entered the house. He, Kuwabara, and Kurama sneezed. Kuwabara's was loud enough to wake the dead, but Kurama hide his well, hardly making a sound.
Shiroi looked around the entryway, avoiding looking into the living room. She was afraid of going in there, since that's where many of her bad experiences took place. Instead, she headed toward the hallway off to their right.
"Where do you want to go first?" Botan asked.
"My old room," Shiroi answered. "You guys don't have to stay with me, go ahead and explore, just try not to touch anything."
Botan nodded, and she and the others went into the living room to see what was in there. Elder Sansa and Nana said they would wait outside until they were finished.
Shiroi walked down the hall. There were two doors on the left and two on the right. Her parents' bedroom her father's weapon closet was on the right. On the left was a small linen closet and Shiroi's bedroom. At the end of the hallway was another cabinet, which held lots of Shiroi's mother's healing potions and other medicines.
Shiroi went straight for her old room, more old memories flashing before her eyes as she headed down the hallway. When she grabbed the handle of the door, more memories flooded her vision, making her stop her tracks. She shook her head to clear it, and opened the door.
It was as dusty in there as everything else in the house was. It was also exactly the way she left it. When she walked in, the memory of how it looked just before she left flashed through her sight.
She put her hand to her forehead. I don't know how much more of this I can take, she thought. She went to her bed and stooped down beside it. She had hidden something underneath a floorboard, something not even her father knew about.
She tried to loosen the board, but after being unmoved after all those years, it was stuck. She wasn't physically very strong, so even when she dug her nails in through the cracks to yank up the board, it wasn't enough.
"Need some help?"
Shiroi whipped around to see Hiei standing in the doorway. "Sort of," she answered. "I'm sure yanking up a floor board would be less than child's play for you."
Hiei shrugged and walked over to her. As she had said, Hiei yanked up the board like it was nothing, he only had to use one hand to do it.
"Now I really feel weak," Shiroi muttered.
"If you were weak," Hiei said as he let go of the board, "you wouldn't have survived the attack your father had done to you or any of the other things that have happened to you."
"Whatever you say," Shiroi sighed as she reached inside the hole in the floor. She pulled out a box. It was dusty, which made it impossible to identify.
"What is it?" Hiei asked.
"Some things that belonged to my mother," Shiroi answered. "When a person dies in this village, they're buried with all of their precious valuables. My mother didn't want everything of hers to be buried, so she gave a few things to me and told me to hide them."
"The one thing your father never found out about, right?" Hiei asked.
Shiroi nodded and put the box into her cloak pocket. She pressed the floorboard back into place and stood up, more memories washed over her vision for a second.
Hiei had been noticing her odd behavior, so he asked, "Is anything wrong?"
Shiroi looked at him, "Huh?"
"You've been acting a little strange since we got here."
Shiroi shook her head, "No, it's just that being here brings back a lot of memories, and not very many of them are good." She got to her feet and went around to the other side of the bed. There was a bookshelf, a very small one, which held a few books.
"What else are you looking for?" Hiei asked.
"I'm not really looking for anything anymore," Shiroi answered. "I'm just looking at things that I know are here, and debating with myself about what else I should take with me."
Hiei looked around the room from where he stood, "There doesn't seem to be a whole lot of stuff here."
"There isn't," Shiroi replied as she stooped down again to gain better accuses to the middle shelf. She looked at the books; the spines were so covered in dust that they were impossible to read. She gripped the side of the bookshelf to keep her balance, but the old wood was dry, and sharp edges and splinters were everywhere. A sharp protruding sliver jabbed the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She yelped softly and pulled her hand away, luckily the sliver stay in the wood and not in her hand.
"What happened?" Hiei asked as he came over.
"It's nothing," Shiroi gasped as she fumbled in her pocket, trying to find her handkerchief.
Hiei appeared next to her with his own, pressing it over the wound himself. "You're lucky the wood didn't come with it." He lifted the cloth to see the wound, and noticed a scar across the woman's hand. He knew where it had come from, "Another scar to add on this hand then?"
Shiroi knew what he was talking about, "I've kept all of the scars that have been cause by my father, all of them." She pulled the handkerchief away and healed the cut in her hand; no scar remained.
"Too bad that doesn't happen automatically," Hiei said, "Then you wouldn't be able to be hurt at all."
Shiroi shook her head and summoned the blood off of the cloth and gave it back to Hiei. She turned the blood into a ball, which was smaller than a marble, hardened it, and put it in her pocket for safekeeping.
"What will you do with that?" Hiei asked.
"They make good ammunition," Shiroi answered. "And my ammo never breaks."
"And you make them out of that?"
Shiroi shook her head, "Not normally, but sometimes I do." She got to her feet. "I guess I'm done in here, I've never had very much, even when my mother was alive."
"Now where?" Hiei asked.
"Well the only other rooms in this hallway would be my parents old bedroom and my father's weapon closet." They exited her room and Shiroi looked to her left at the closet. "My mother kept all kinds of healing medicines and such in here. A lot were buried with her, but she had so many that not even half of them could be left with her."
"She used power along with medication?" Hiei asked. "What a mix. Well, she was an earth apparition, I guess it makes sense."
"Only because you now Kurama," Shiroi said, smiling at him. Hiei returned the smile, even though it just as small as hers had been. "I guess I should check out my parents old room, there may be something in there worth getting, maybe."
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Author's Note: Opps that was a short chapter. I'll try and have another one up soon. I'm trying to get a brainstorm before I run out of chapters to put up. Reviews please!