Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Voice of Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: This is the sequel to The Wreck of My Memories. It's another story from Hiei's POV. There is mild shounen-ai.

 

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Yoshihiro Togashi and Shonen Jump. No infringement intended, etc etc all that jazz. I'm poor so don't sue.

 

Rating is M for language.

 

The Voice of Your Eyes

By Terri Botta 2005

 

Chapter Two

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We are near Kurama's destination by morning and we go out together on the top of the centipede to look at the lay of the land. I am surprised when I realize that I recognize where he has brought me. The village has changed a little over the years, but there is no mistaking the place where Uma would bring me to shop in the market. I am back in Itsuro's territory, the territory of my youth.

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After I killed Itsuro and his band of thieves, I changed lands in an attempt to leave my past behind and I had never returned. Now I find myself looking down on the same small village and high mountains where I spent my brief childhood.

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It gives me a creepy feeling that I do not like. Why has Kurama come here? To visit a woman who cross-breeds plants. Uma cross-bred her herbs. But Uma is dead. Still, I am not one to believe in coincidences, and I know Fate well enough to know that it has a fucking twisted sense of humor. Beside me, Kurama is oblivious to my consternation. He turns his head to me and smiles gratefully.

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“This is it. Thank you, Hiei. It was wonderful seeing you again,” he says.

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“You are going here?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light and nonchalant.

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He shakes his head and nods towards the forest. “No. I'm going up that way. There's a trail that leads up into the hills. It's still a bit of a walk, but you've saved me quite a lot of travel time by bringing me this far.”

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My eyes follow the incline of his head and fall on a distant `V' carved into the mountains. My gaze narrows and the creepy feeling in my gut gets stronger. I look up to the sky and frown. The weather is changing. There is a storm brewing just over the mountain. Perhaps there is a storm brewing inside me as well.

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“Does this herbalist have a name?” I question.

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He blinks at me and I know my inquiry shocked him. I am not one to pry into his business and I almost never ask him such questions. I return his curious look with a dead-pan one of my own. I know he wants to ask me why I have asked but I cross my arms to let him know that I am not in a mood to talk. I see his brow furrow a little but then he gives in. He knows me well enough to know when I will reveal my motivations and when I will not.

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“The locals call her Silence, but I am certain that is not her real name. She had some kind of accident before I met her that left her unable to speak,” he replies.

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My gaze narrows even further and now the creepy feeling is spreading up into my chest. I do not like this at all…

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“What kind of accident?”

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He blinks at me again, and I know the line of questioning concerns him but he trusts me so he answers. “I don't know. I've never asked. She has some telepathic ability so we can talk, but it's always been just business. Whatever it was, it was serious because her throat is slashed and she's missing part of a leg. It burned her hands too; they're covered with scorch marks.”

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His answer makes me feel ill and I swallow hard. He is looking at me with his green eyes that ask all the questions he knows will get him threatened with death if he gives them voice. I stomp down the roiling in my stomach and uncross my arms as I leap from the centipede to land on the hard ground. He jumps down as well and lands beside me, his eyes still asking the questions that I cannot, will not, answer.

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“I will go with you to see this woman,” I say in a tone I hope cuts off any interrogation he might be planning.

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I do not want to talk about it. I just want to see. His description of the woman's injuries is too close to the ones Uma sustained in the last battle. But she is dead. I know she is dead. I just need to see this person for myself and confirm that this is all a very twisted coincidence…

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Who the fuck am I kidding?