Recovery (Rosielle)

[Hiei]

There was a loud roar, followed by the sound of an explosion. Smoke filled the area and it took a while for the blinding cloak to disappear. Standing in the center of an area of burnt grass, sand and torn-down trees was a young boy. The boy was slouching forward, his arms hanging in front of him and his head dropped. He had raven-black hair with crimson tips and his skin was of fair complexion. He was wearing a black shirt torn in a few places and seemingly burnt in other places. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that had holes on the knees and half of his right shin was revealed as part of his denim jeans was burnt off. His shoes where the only thing that seemed undamaged to him.

His arms looked weird, especially the forearms area. The skin looked bumpy and wrinkled. Of course, that's what one's skin would look like when it gets burnt. On his right arm was a tattoo-like mark of a snake-like dragon coiling around his arm, the head at the back of his hand and the tail at his shoulders. The boy then fell backwards on his bottom, his head still down and his hands placing themselves behind him to prevent himself from falling backwards. He was taking heavy breathes, groaning slightly as the effect of pushing his body above his limits started to take its toll on him.

Then, he fell backwards, lying on the bare ground flat, his eyes closed and his mouth open, his chest rising and sinking at a rapid rate as he tried to regain his breathe. He was mastering the ability to mix the flames of both of his demons and everytime he did, Hiei would end up being blown around or getting engulfed in flames. Of course, he would not get burnt, but the heat effected him like it would to anybody else. Hiei was reaching his limit and he was as thirsty as hell. Then, he opened his eyes slowly, sunlight entering those red orbs of his. He let out a groan, his torso suddenly feeling like it had been stabbed. He looked down and saw a branch sticking out from his right waist. How could he have missed that?

It seems that the branch had entered his body, drawing blood. Luckily for the young man, it was just a mere poke, like that of a needle. All he needed to do was pull the branch out, if he could. Both of his arms felt like they were on fire, and he was unable to move them yet. He needed rest, but he needed to get the injection cured too. He cursed, his eyes closing. Sometimes, he hated it when he pushed himself way too hard but he did not really have much of a choice either. It was the only way.

[Rosielle]

The girl was taking her daily stroll around the campus. She was wearing a simple black and white striped shirt and a pair of black slacks. Her clothes are no significance to a person's eyes. She prefers to wear such clothes than to any extravagant dress she could see in a fashion show or a shop window. Her chocolate brown hair was rested on her shoulders as she walked along the streets.

Her blue eyes continued to look at the vast sky. She smiled at it as she walked. The former secretary then looked around her, looking for somebody she could talk to. Even though the day seem to be perfect, she felt something wrong. Yet, she doesn't know what that is. She still continued to walk with a smile on her face.

She walked to the North Woods to have a pleasant time alone with nature. All she could hear for the moment is the chirping of the trees and the sound of the trees swaying along with the wind. There was something that alarmed her, an explosion. She ran to the direction where she heard that displeasing sound.

"..What the"

Now, gasping for breath. She looked around her. Her eyes showed anxiety, she couldn't understand what happened before she go there. All what she can see is a wreck and the thing that struck her the most is the young man lying on the ground.

Rosielle ran to him then knelt beside him. Her eyes scanned his body to see if he's still alive. As she saw the branch sticking out of his right waist, she immediately took hold of it. As she touched it, the branch shrank until it cannot be seen by the eye. Then she touched the ground, a herbal plant grew beside her. Taking a few leaves from the plant, she gently placed them on his open wounds.

[Hiei]

Hiei coughed as he found blood starting to store up in his mouth. He had pusehd his body way too hard, he could tell. And that stab in his right waist only made his body condition worse. He squinted his eyes, trying to keep his vision clear as he felt the warm blood flow out from the side of his mouth, slowing leaving a red trail down across his cheek and onto the brown sand below. This was certainly not good. If this kept up, Hiei would find himself in a really sticky situation indeed. What was he to do now? His muscles were aching so much that the only appendages he could move were his fingers.

He let out a grunt, as he closed his eyes, exhaustion taking a toll on him. Was there anyone going to save him? As he closed his eyes, a face came into his mind. The face of his loved princess, Hime Mizuno. Usually, when this happened, the girl would always be here to save him. To cure him. After what had happened yesterday, Hiei doubted she would appear again to help him.

Then, the sound of faint foosteps entered his ears. With renewed hope, the fallen fighter half-opened his eyes. Although his vision was blur, he could make out a face. A face with long brown hair. Who was she? He flinched suddenly, as he felt the branch on his right waist move, then let out a moan as the stick felt as if it disappeared, his open wound now being blown on by the forest breeze. Keeping his eyes on his saviour's, he let out a soft groan and flinched slightly again as he felt pressure on the wound. What was she doing? Removing any doubt in his mind about her helpful intentions, he closed his eyes and let out a single word in between his breathes.

"Thank... You..."