Her Story (Higurashi Kagome (Inuyasha)/Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho))
Fandom: InuYasha/Yu Yu Hakusho
Title: Her Story
Author/Artist:
yume_mori
Theme: 015. Telling you the truth.
Pairing/Characters: Kagome/Hiei
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yu Yu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Summary: Emotions and secrets can only be held in for so long before they seek release.
Cross-posted to: fanfiction.net; mediaminer.org
Somehow it became their ritual. He loathed it. He prided himself on his unpredictable nature, and yet she had made him predictable. She would always be waiting underneath the tree for him to appear, and like a puppy he would. While he entertained the thought of not returning, he always found himself among the familiar branches of the shrine's ancient tree. Goshinboku, he heard some of the other humans that lived there call it.
This time was different, her mood was off. It was sickening how he could read her so well and in such an intimate manner after a short time. While his life had conditioned him to read others better than most, Hiei had never been able to read someone as well as her. She was both stupid and intelligent to evince her emotions. That girl was a paradox of the strangest kind.
Those trusting eyes of midnight blue once again saw through the darkness and shadows he covered himself with, and looked him straight in the eyes. Even her mood was reflected in her strange eyes. That content melancholy from when they first met was back again. He sneered back at her, having no desire to know what trifling matter had brought on her dark mood.
There was her smile again. What kind of priestess would smile that way at a demon? That kind of kindness and trust would get her into trouble, if it hadn't already. His curiosity took over his tongue, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He found himself once again captivated by the myriad of emotions that flickered and faded across her face. If he wasn't who he was, he would have sighed in relief when she lowered her head and looked away from him. "Time."
That was an answer he had not been expecting. It seemed like she knew what to say to get his curiosity up. Of all the times for her to exercise brevity in her speech, she had to choose now. "What could a human like you ever know of time?"
She looked up at him once again, this time with a painful smile. Pain, he knew too well; he could deal with that better than he could her usual smiles. "You're right. I don't know much about time... If I did, maybe this wouldn't hurt so bad."
Hiei said nothing, knowing her own desire to fill up the quiet with words would take over soon enough. While he may not have lived for as long as the fox, he knew when to stay silent and when to provoke. It would be too easy to play that game with her. "I almost wish time could have let things end differently. But I guess that's only selfish thinking... Still, I can't help but want to change how things turned out."
"And your answer was to jump into a dry well? Pathetic."
She laughed. It was the same tittering, nervous laugh she always gave when she was lying. Just like a typical human, always thinking of herself and not how others would perceive a liar. "Humans do strange things when they're half-asleep."
That lie was pathetic even to his ears. As if he'd deign her with an answer now.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"I've killed low-class trash that could lie better."
He could hear her shift against the bark of the tree almost as if she was trying to draw out some type of comfort from its ancient magic. "I thought...that maybe its magic hadn't disappeared. That it could still take me back to the people and places I left behind. But it's gone... I must've really looked so foolish jumping into it."
This time he could tell she was telling the truth but what she was saying was making no sense at all. If there had been a portal there, it was certain no one would have been left alive. Especially if it led to the demon world as he suspected. That was the only explanation he could find as to why she was so comfortable around his kind. "The only magic is in this tree."
Her mood shifted once again, this time to a desperate melancholy. He considered slitting her throat to save them both from the story he knew was going to spill forth from her lips. But it was too late, her dolor caused the story she had been keeping inside for too long to spill out in an incoherent ramble.
His distaste became disguised wonder as he managed to piece together her teary words. She wasn't lying when she said time was her problem: she had five-hundred years of it separating her from everything that became normal to her. He almost shook his head at the similarities between his group the detective called a "team" and her own. Rag-tag and misfits indeed. His sense of pride forced him to admit to himself that his respect for her went up a tiny bit. It was unfortunate she was sparing him all the gory details that he wanted to hear and instead telling him all the emotional crap better suited for one of his friends. As if he had any desire to hear of love, bonds, or friendship. Those were for the soft and humans.
She sniffled, failing at hiding her lack of control over her emotions. "Thank you for just listening. I haven't been able to tell anyone any of that, not even my mom. It's nice having that off my chest," He didn't reply, only glared at the top of her head. In turn, she ignored the heavy weight of his stare. "Sorry for rambling to you so much, you probably didn't want to hear any of it, huh? And I don't even know your name either."
And he didn't intend on telling her his name. That was one connection he didn't want to make to her. She had done nothing so far to warrant his name, and he hoped it stayed that way. So he stayed silent, knowing it wasn't in her nature to push for answers people didn't want to give. He had really been spending too much time around her if he knew that.
She looked up at him again. He doubted the darkness of night could ever hide him from her eyes. A different smile was on her face this time, one he wasn't sure he was ready to see from anyone, and especially not her. It was a smile purely for him; one that was small and grateful that hid her teeth and caused her eyes to crinkle. Perhaps it would have been better if he had slit her throat before it came to this.
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Title: Her Story
Author/Artist:
yume_mori
Theme: 015. Telling you the truth.
Pairing/Characters: Kagome/Hiei
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yu Yu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Summary: Emotions and secrets can only be held in for so long before they seek release.
Cross-posted to: fanfiction.net; mediaminer.org
Somehow it became their ritual. He loathed it. He prided himself on his unpredictable nature, and yet she had made him predictable. She would always be waiting underneath the tree for him to appear, and like a puppy he would. While he entertained the thought of not returning, he always found himself among the familiar branches of the shrine's ancient tree. Goshinboku, he heard some of the other humans that lived there call it.
This time was different, her mood was off. It was sickening how he could read her so well and in such an intimate manner after a short time. While his life had conditioned him to read others better than most, Hiei had never been able to read someone as well as her. She was both stupid and intelligent to evince her emotions. That girl was a paradox of the strangest kind.
Those trusting eyes of midnight blue once again saw through the darkness and shadows he covered himself with, and looked him straight in the eyes. Even her mood was reflected in her strange eyes. That content melancholy from when they first met was back again. He sneered back at her, having no desire to know what trifling matter had brought on her dark mood.
There was her smile again. What kind of priestess would smile that way at a demon? That kind of kindness and trust would get her into trouble, if it hadn't already. His curiosity took over his tongue, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He found himself once again captivated by the myriad of emotions that flickered and faded across her face. If he wasn't who he was, he would have sighed in relief when she lowered her head and looked away from him. "Time."
That was an answer he had not been expecting. It seemed like she knew what to say to get his curiosity up. Of all the times for her to exercise brevity in her speech, she had to choose now. "What could a human like you ever know of time?"
She looked up at him once again, this time with a painful smile. Pain, he knew too well; he could deal with that better than he could her usual smiles. "You're right. I don't know much about time... If I did, maybe this wouldn't hurt so bad."
Hiei said nothing, knowing her own desire to fill up the quiet with words would take over soon enough. While he may not have lived for as long as the fox, he knew when to stay silent and when to provoke. It would be too easy to play that game with her. "I almost wish time could have let things end differently. But I guess that's only selfish thinking... Still, I can't help but want to change how things turned out."
"And your answer was to jump into a dry well? Pathetic."
She laughed. It was the same tittering, nervous laugh she always gave when she was lying. Just like a typical human, always thinking of herself and not how others would perceive a liar. "Humans do strange things when they're half-asleep."
That lie was pathetic even to his ears. As if he'd deign her with an answer now.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"I've killed low-class trash that could lie better."
He could hear her shift against the bark of the tree almost as if she was trying to draw out some type of comfort from its ancient magic. "I thought...that maybe its magic hadn't disappeared. That it could still take me back to the people and places I left behind. But it's gone... I must've really looked so foolish jumping into it."
This time he could tell she was telling the truth but what she was saying was making no sense at all. If there had been a portal there, it was certain no one would have been left alive. Especially if it led to the demon world as he suspected. That was the only explanation he could find as to why she was so comfortable around his kind. "The only magic is in this tree."
Her mood shifted once again, this time to a desperate melancholy. He considered slitting her throat to save them both from the story he knew was going to spill forth from her lips. But it was too late, her dolor caused the story she had been keeping inside for too long to spill out in an incoherent ramble.
His distaste became disguised wonder as he managed to piece together her teary words. She wasn't lying when she said time was her problem: she had five-hundred years of it separating her from everything that became normal to her. He almost shook his head at the similarities between his group the detective called a "team" and her own. Rag-tag and misfits indeed. His sense of pride forced him to admit to himself that his respect for her went up a tiny bit. It was unfortunate she was sparing him all the gory details that he wanted to hear and instead telling him all the emotional crap better suited for one of his friends. As if he had any desire to hear of love, bonds, or friendship. Those were for the soft and humans.
She sniffled, failing at hiding her lack of control over her emotions. "Thank you for just listening. I haven't been able to tell anyone any of that, not even my mom. It's nice having that off my chest," He didn't reply, only glared at the top of her head. In turn, she ignored the heavy weight of his stare. "Sorry for rambling to you so much, you probably didn't want to hear any of it, huh? And I don't even know your name either."
And he didn't intend on telling her his name. That was one connection he didn't want to make to her. She had done nothing so far to warrant his name, and he hoped it stayed that way. So he stayed silent, knowing it wasn't in her nature to push for answers people didn't want to give. He had really been spending too much time around her if he knew that.
She looked up at him again. He doubted the darkness of night could ever hide him from her eyes. A different smile was on her face this time, one he wasn't sure he was ready to see from anyone, and especially not her. It was a smile purely for him; one that was small and grateful that hid her teeth and caused her eyes to crinkle. Perhaps it would have been better if he had slit her throat before it came to this.
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