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Beginnings	By : LuciferDragon Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 2635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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No need for her rapier came. She slept restlessly, unable to retreat into her dreams. She didn’t like sleeping in unfamiliar places, at least not for the first night. Only nightmares met her brief escapes into REM. Eventually, at the first hints of light in the red sky, she gave up trying to sleep. She pulled her clothes on from the day before. She would get a head start on collecting her things for the forced stay.
She quietly went downstairs, her steps getting more cautious as she heard movement in the kitchen. The stillness of the large house made the sound travel. The smell of coffee met her nose at the last step. It was one thing she couldn’t pass by. She heard the clink of ceramic mugs and the closing of a cabinet as she entered the kitchen. She expected it to be Salem preparing coffee for everyone. “Oh, good morning.”
Not one for much conversation, Hiei merely nodded, at least acknowledging he had heard her.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be staying here.”
“I don’t have anything to return to. Where else would I go?”
“True.” She nodded to the pot that was currently dripping coffee. “How much are you making?”
“Whole thing.” He tilted his head to the cabinet he had closed when she came in. “Mugs are in there.”
“You know your way around here.”
“Not my first time here,” was his simple answer as she opened the cabinet. She reached for a mug on the lowest shelf, unable to reach higher without climbing the counter. “You don’t need to make small-talk.”
She inspected the mug she grabbed out of reflex. “You don’t have to answer.” She looked to the machine. “Is it just about done?”
He nodded again.
“Good, a man of few words.” She left the mug on the counter. “Preferable.”
He arched a brow, mildly curious. “To?”
“Let’s say the males I’ve encountered are usually so full of themselves I can’t have an intellectual conversation.” She shrugged. “On top of that, males tend to shy away when they realize who I am. Was.”
“You don’t scare me.”
She nodded to his arm. “I can see why not. You know me by reputation. I know you the same way. Not just through files on your support with Yusuke’s missions. From before you started gaining power.”
He took the pot from the machine. “Is that so? What does the dragon prove?”
“Well, as half of one myself, I know what it takes to subdue one, even one of energy.” She took the mug up again. “Color me impressed at your abilities and dedication.”
“Almost killed me, but the power is worth it.” He handed her the pot. “But what do you know before the dragon?”
She mused for a moment, debating on indulging his question. Once her mug was filled she gave in. “In the thieves’ circles, there was talk of a demon that was hunting for a stone. A hiruseiki stone, to be exact. And that he was leaving a trail of blood in his wake to do so. Then, the trail stopped about fifty years ago.” She nodded to his neck. “I see why now. Word was you were a master swordsman.”
“You learn what you must to stay alive.” He walked around a curved island and took a seat at the bar. “You know that.”
She nodded, leaning on the counter of the island. “That, and when you need information.”
“Though from what I’ve heard, you had other motives.”
It was her turn to arch a questioning brow.
“In my information circles, you were looking for someone. An assassin.”
She sipped at the coffee, numb to the almost-scalding temperature. “Seems even in Demon World you can go into hiding. If you kill off everyone who knew you, you cease to exist.”
“I take it you never found him.”
She nodded, hiding behind her mug once again to collect her thoughts. “The passion of vengeance only burns for so long. After a while, it becomes trivial.” She kept her gaze on the dark ripples in her mug. “Or, in my case, pointless.” She gestured to him. “You had something personal to keep you going. An end goal. One day I stopped and just... woke up. I asked myself what I would even do afterward. If I’d feel like my mission was complete. I realized that I’d have nothing to keep me going. So, to avoid that, I quit and went into hiding myself.”
He only nodded, absorbing the information.
“I apologize.”
“What for?”
“Yammering on like that. I’m sure you’re not interested in backstories.”
“I’m not.” He held on to his mug, absorbing the warmth it was radiating. “Though given our reputations, I’m sure you felt a sort of kinship.”
She nodded as he took a long pull of his drink. “Two of a kind. Lusting after something always out of our reach.”
“So Salem couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”
She gave a slight cringe. “Not what I meant, but yes. He let something slip. You and Mukuro… you weren’t just her second, were you?”
He chose not to answer. Which she found fair, given his background. Instead, he shifted off the barstool.
“Wait. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just… nice to talk to someone who won’t bicker over stupid things. I don’t have many conversations with the others that are intellectual.”
He stopped by the archway leading into the hallway housing Salem’s door and the one leading outside.
“As I said earlier, you don’t need to answer.”
His eyes looked her over, and she allowed it, letting him size her up. After a moment, he broke the silence. “Can you fight as well as you talk?”

Sha pulled her rapier from its sheath, tossing the cover to the side. She watched him do the same with his sword. They had set the terms to swordplay, no powers. The sand they stood on gave way under their steps, adding to the challenge.
They started off slow, circling, looking through the other’s defenses. Sha struck first, her blade quickly slapped away. He parried, though she stepped back, turning her body out of the way. Their swords clashed, constantly blocking and reflecting. Sidestep, parry, block, strike, counter, backstep, rinse and repeat. She spun for a moment to block a downstrike, letting him see a hint of something black on her exposed shoulder blades. She used the momentum to toss off the strike and roll out of the way, holding the sword back up in front of her, the other arm at the small of her back.
He began to wonder if she even noticed how their pace was starting to increase with each strike. She was able to keep up with him, still yet to break a sweat. Though due to the chilling weather, it would take a little longer to do that.
They exchanged only blows, no words. Just how they both liked it. They fed off of the exhilaration. Neither had experienced any stimulation or intellect in quite some time. Being strategic added on to the excitement of the fight. He held his sword against his back to block a strike from her, which he quickly parried with a strike of his own.
She slipped in a spin in the sand, forcing one of his swings to graze her side unintentionally. She withdrew immediately, pulling back to her feet.
“I believe I’ve won.”
She stood straight as he did. “I believe so.” She inspected the wound. “Very nicely executed, I must say.”
They each picked up their scabbards from where they had dropped them in the sand.
“Thanks for giving me more reason to pick up my personal items from home.”
He caught himself watching as she tied her scabbard to her belt, seeing her hair had fallen over her shoulders, exposing her shoulder blades. The bits of black he had seen before solidified as small wing markings. “Wouldn’t peg you for the tattoo type.”
She paused in securing her scabbard. “They’re similar to your dragon. A hidden power.”
“You know what mine is. What are yours?”
She smiled to the trees, keeping her back to him. “Fair is fair, you did win after all.” She directed her energy to the markings as she sheathed her rapier. The marks shifted and turned over her skin before coming off completely. The wings grew solid and large. She turned around then as she stretched them. With a powerful leap, she left the ground, forcing the sands to swirl in her absence. She set her course for the city, using her tail to help guide her course.
Back on the ground, he let out a surprised huff of a laugh. “Interesting…” He shook his head and took to the path leading back up to the house.
Away in the forest, two sets of eyes hid behind a thick tree trunk.
“No way,” Hyouga whispered.
“You saw that too, didn’t you?” Salem asked. “I’m not hallucinating?”
“They were… bonding.” She glanced at him through her amber eyes. “You know what this means?”
“Yes. But do we dare?”
They exchanged looks and nodded. “We dare.”
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