Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Strings ❯ A Doll With A Voice ( Chapter 2 )

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Hiei: Onna! We have to talk…

Me: Oh? What about?

Hiei: This romance nonsense…

Me: YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO TELL ME YOUR IN LOVE WITH ME??

Hiei: WHAT?! NO! Crazy baka onna….I wanted to… o.O

Me: *singing happily*

Hiei: Are you listening?

Kurama: *puts a hand on his shoulder* It's too late…just go with it

Hiei: *seething*

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A Doll With A Voice

You have been existing in a world of pitch black and sound. You hear them come and go, sometimes you feel them as they check you over, you have no idea how many hands have pulled back the covers, removed and then reapplied your bandages. There are no new voices now, and you find you can recognize them by just the sound of their footsteps, the way they walk. One of the footsteps is soft, light, and you know this is the old woman. She is the most welcome sound, as she speaks quietly and little and she is the most often at your bedside. There are many footsteps, and most of them have voices that you now identify with them, except one. Those footsteps are few, and almost impossible to pick up. The owner never speaks, never comes too near to your bed, and only occasionally makes a noise that sounds like "Hn…"

Today it is the soft shuffle shuffle of the healer's feet, and her soothing voice that comes to your ears. Do not be afraid, I'm here. You remember it was she who spoke those simple words to you when you had first awoken to this. "How do you feel today?" she asks, taking one of your hands and squeezing it before setting to check your wound. She always asks, and every time you remain silent and still under her touch.

Your throat is dry, but despite it you try to speak. "Less pain," you mutter, coughing past the soreness in your throat. You feel her hesitate, and your body tenses. Instinct.

"I'm glad to hear you speak," she says warmly. "How does your head feel?"

Fine, you think, wondering why she was so concerned about your head when the knife had been gouged into your chest. You tell her you feel alright, and then she moves towards you. You hadn't realized it before; that your head was bound in bandages, and that was why you had remained locked in darkness. As the last bit of cloth is removed from your face you blink past the startling bright lights, but can only make out blurred images. The lights dim out, and slowly your vision adjusts.

You see her for the first time, the healer woman. Her hair is aqua, and her eyes bright crimson. She is smiling at you, empathy written in every line of her body, making those beautiful eyes shine. It makes you uncomfortable. Fear, awe, and contempt are the only things you have ever known. This new look in her eyes, this pity, makes you want to squirm.

"I'll go get you some water." She disappears out the door and when she returns an elderly woman, with faded pink hair is padding along behind her. You recognize her as the one who has cared the most for you. The aqua haired healer brings you a cup of water, with some strange long slender contraption poking out from it. She places this thing in your mouth and tells you to sip. You discover, with no small amount of relish that sucking on this thing brings a refreshing wash of water into your mouth.

That done, the old woman comes to your side and says, "You're lucky to be alive. I don't know many regular people who could survive a chest wound like that." You remember the knife, watching is fall upon you, through you. I shouldn't be alive, is all you can think. "How did it happen?"

Doesn't she know? You wonder how she could not know about the great sacrifice. People had come from all corners of the country to see it. Surely everyone knew didn't they? Perhaps not. "I was born to this," you mutter, trying to gesture, but finding that, even that simple movement pained you.

The old woman shakes her head. "To what?"

Your throat is dry again, and you feel consciousness ebbing away, With a sigh you whisper, "Sacrifice…" She replies, and you know it is some question, but for some reason you can't understand, like she is speaking in another tongue all together, and then blackness swallows you.

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You have no idea what time it is when you awake again, but you are surrounded by voices now, speaking in whispers…about you.

You make some movement or noise that draws the attention of the room to you. The old woman and young healer are speaking with a beautiful red haired boy. His eyes glance over you quickly, and it seems to you that they are uncovering your secrets with that single gaze. The old woman steps forward, and smiles.

"I'm afraid I may have pushed you too hard before. Don't worry about questions now. I'm Genkai, that," she turned and pointed to the healer, "Is Yukina, and the young man is Kurama." You stare blankly at him, wondering if your eyes looked as empty as you feel, or if he can read you as easily as those intense eyes suggest.

"Do you have a name?" the healer asks, and her voice is soft, soothing.

You shake your head. "But you may call me Kit." You mutter, for the first time wishing you had a real name…

Kurama smiled and sat down on the bed, taking your hand in his. "I will be taking care of you, Kit, while Genkai and Yukina are away." You nod, not really sure what to do. Its not like you were given any choice in the matter.

"How long have I been here?" you ask quietly, voice breaking at the end. Yukina rushes forward with another glass of water and you sip on the strange contraption, throat feeling immediately better.

Genkai is frowning, and at last shakes her head and says, "Almost two months."

This halts you, your breath catches, and your heart falters a beat. "T-two months?" Near-frantic you push yourself up into a sitting position, ignoring the protests of those around you, and rip at the clothing you wear, exposing your chest. At first you can't believe it, and tentatively you reach out to touch the shiny new scar tissue just between your breasts, over your heart. Your fingers curl and finally drop to the bed at your side. Your eyes are watering and you turn your face from those watching you. They too have gone still.

I should be dead you protest to yourself. I died! But there it is, the place where the sacrificial knife dug into your chest, and here you are alive, breathing, talking, feeling. And to make things worse, you have been unconscious for nearly two months, when inside your own mind the passage of time seemed so quick. You glance back at the room; they are watching you with curious, fearful eyes.

Protectively you pull the tattered pieces of your clothing over the wound and your exposed chest and say, "I should like to try and walk."

Genkai scowls, looking skeptical, but as last replies, "Let us get something on your stomach, and then we will see about the walking." It seems like the best you will get from her, and so you settle down into the bed again, pulling the covers up to your neck, and wait.

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Me: Bear with me…I know it seems nothing is going on…but give me just one or two more chapters and you will have your plot rolling as well as some nice plot twisties and such!!! Maybe even a cliffhanger or two? Oooo yes!

Hiei: I like the sacrifice best…

Me: *mutters* you would

Hiei: *scowl* What was that onna? *unsheathes katana*

Me: O.O;; heh heh…where is that silly Kitsune when you need him…oh Kurama!

Hiei: He's not here…*smirk* He's nowhere nearby…

Me: Hiei! Not the dark room again!!

Hiei: *throws me over his shoulder and carts me away*

Me: O.O

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