Awakening (Roux)

[Hiei]

One night. One night was all Hiei considered as a break. It had just been the day before that he fought with Andre and, humiliatingly, lost. He had received a bruised forehead and a few cracked ribs, but that was not going to stop the persistent and resilient student president. Still, he himself knew the limitations of his body so for two whole days and one whole night, he did nothing but rest. This afternoon was not exactly so restful, though, considering that his rest was disturbed by a group of hyperactive girls whose expression of happiness incited nothing but hostility. For two whole hours now, he had been doing nothing but training. Now, usually, when Hiei trained in the North Woods, it would be deep inside, where both his demons would not hurt anyone, but this time, it was quite close to the edge. Why? Cause he was only trianing his physical capabilities.

Yes, he was practicing Martial Arts. The same unnamed Martial Arts that his past sensei taught him to help him both control his emotions, his Alice and most important of all, give him an alternate weapon to his dangerous Alice. And apparently, he had not used it for so long that he was beaten so easily with just two hits. The Student President had been constantly hitting the tree trunk in front of him until the lower half of the tree was deprived of its tree bark. Hiei had been punching, kicking and hitting in anyway possible at the three, sweat trickling down his whole body and wetting the bandages wrapped around his bare chest. He was wearing nothing but his undergarments and a pair of pants. The only other piece of clothing he wore were white bandages wrapped around his fists, wrists, his chest and his feet. The rest of his body-- his arms, his shoulders, his abs-- was open.

And then, he finished his two hour vigorous training with a strong jab at the center of the tree trunk. Small pieces of tree bark flew in all directions, the young male stuck in that stance, his right fist still outstretched. His chest and shoulders rose and sunk rapidly, his mouth gaping open to allow easier breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his head as he lowered his right hand. Then, stepping forward, he rested his forehead against the tree trunk, his red-tipped black hair pressed in between the trunk and his head. Sweat dripped from his chin and nose, mixing in with the night dew on the grass at the bottom of the tree. He gulped, clearing his throat to allow more air to enter and leave his body.

He was tired, but he did not care. He had been beaten. That was all that mattered. He had failed in a duty that he had taken upon willingly. A duty that he had been doing ever since he regained control of his body from the Dark Dragon. A duty that he somewhat abandoned when he left with Kurogane to fight AAO and a duty that was re-given to him when Kurogane left the Academy. And he had failed in that duty. He had lost the trust of the Academy. How could he protect something that did not trust him at all? He gritted his teeth in frustration. At himself. He felt so weak. So useless. He let out a growl, raising his right fist and smashing it against the tree.

"Damn it..."

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

“Ara, somebody’s working hard today,” a female voice beckoned from the shadows, a hint of playfulness was on her tone. A ginger-hued strip of an unusual kind of fabric seemed to have dropped from the skies, and would be landing on the council president’s bare shoulder. From one of the branches of the tree that he had damaged was the willowy figure of a girl, and despite the darkness of the evening, the two silver orbs that were her eyes glistened as if stars from the vast heavens. A chuckle emerged, and then silence.

It was minutes past midnight, but the mademoiselle had yet to start her routine. She had made it a habit to practice her gymnastics at wee hours of the night—or morning, rather—at least thrice a week at the woods, where it was quiet and uninhibited. Today marks the first day of her practice for the week, and although she’s eager to do such activity right away, something of greater importance caught her fickle attention.

Masaaki Hiei, or Hiei Valentine, as he is now known. Yes, the famed Crimson Protector and student body president. Oh, what bliss the Lady felt upon the boy’s sight! The last time they met she failed in getting to know the boy better, all because of a vexing little girl. However she had set that fact aside now; she was here, he was there, and they were alone. Surely she would have a lot of fun in this encounter.

From a distance she watched the boy in silence as he gradually destroyed the supposedly faultless tree that happened to stand in front of him and admired the strength that he displayed. In her mind he is the perfect playmate and she would never let this chance pass by; not now that she has taken a great amount of liking to him. However she would not simply barge in and strike a petty conversation—no, she was far more flamboyant than that. A proper entrance would be needed, and now was not the time. Thanks to her lithe movements comparable to that of a cat’s, she was able to make as little fuss as possible, and it seems the boy hasn’t noticed her presence. At first she stayed behind the tall bushes, and then the boy finally stopped to catch his breath. She used that chance to silently climb up the same tree that served as his target.

And now she decided to finally reveal herself, pushing her body off the branch from where she sat moments ago. Just like a nimble cat she descended with so much pose and grace, perfectly landing on the tips of her feet. This thirteen year-old young woman certainly is the epitome of elegance, not to mention of beauty as well. Although today she wore a different mask from their last encounter, it is undeniable that she is as stunning, if not more stunning, as before. Slightly curled lavender locks graced her heart-shaped face, which was defined by a pointed nose, high cheekbones and thin lips. Her slender, smooth-skinned frame was embraced by a ravishing black leotard, which was sleeveless, turtle-necked and had a diamond-shaped opening on the chest. Others might find her clothing rather improper, but to her it was nothing but a uniform.

One might ask, did she come to the North Woods scantily clad despite the chilly weather? Of course not. On the way here she wore a white leather overcoat, which gave her body ample warmth for the night. As a rhythmic gymnast she was used to the cold, but she knows she’s not invulnerable either. But because the coat would prove a nuisance to her endeavor, she simply left it somewhere in the bushes. Another article that comprised her clothing was a pair of sleek black gymnast shoes. And on her left hand was a stick to which a reddish cloth was attached—that was her gymnast ribbon.

Even her voice was different. It sounded more mature, not to mention seductive. Despite that, her platinum-hued eyes would serve as a reminder to the boy, that is, if he still remembers that night.

[Hiei]

"Ara, somebody's working hard today."

Hiei's eyes shot open, wide and alert as he raised his head. Somebody was here. Question was, who was it? He looked at the tree for a moment, having some crazy idea of the plant talking to him, soon enough asking for revenge on beating on him. No, it came from a different place. And the voice sounded too feminine to be a tree's. In fact, it sounded more than feminine. It was almost... Seductive. Hiei pushed himself off the tree, turning his head left and right, trying to catch sight of any movement, until he felt something soft touch his shoulder.

He turned his head towards his shoulder, his red eyes landing on a piece of unusual fabric, most probably coming from above. He raised his opposite hand, grabbing the fabric as he raised his head to look up at the tree. It was dark, the moon was hidden by clouds and it was hard to make out a figure, but as they say, eyes give out their own light, though too little to actually notice. And he noticed the pair of silver eyes looking down at him. He gazed back, his red eyes staring deep into the silver, questions filling his mind, the fabric in his hand as he placed it back by his side. A chuckle entered his ears, and then uncomfortable silence following after that. The Student President kept still, getting ready to hold his ground for anything that was to come.

He had to wonder, though, just how ready would he be? He was exhausted, his arms and feet aching, and he felt a little too dizzy to think straight. He was at a disadvantage here. True, he could summon the demons, but releasing Dark Dragon would burn his already-aching arm. And releasing Chaos was going to burn his chest, right where he had his cracked ribs. Unless he was sure that he could survive the pain, he was going to have to keep his demons sealed. And then, movement caught his eyes, the raised fighter shifting his right foot back, his fists clenching and getting ready to strike, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the figure. A humanoid figure. A person.

Hiei relaxed a bit. True, it may be a person and not a beast, but people could still be considered dangerous here in the Academy, especially here in the North Woods. Soon enough, he was able to get a full visage of the girl. Hiei kept silent, eyeing her from head to toe, slightly amused at her choice of clothing out here in the chilly night. He was about to ask who she was when he once more gazed at his eyes. Then, that feeling came to him. The feeling of DejaVu. Those eyes. They were familiar. And her graceful body... Wait, it was that French girl from before! The one who always seemed to remind him of Hime, for some reason.

He eyed her once more, from head to toe, then back to her head. She was certainly dressed for the night. Wasn't she cold at all? Or was she? He kept his eyes on hers, not wanting to gaze at her body at all and make himself seem like some kind of boy driven forward by nothing but puberty. He was not THAT kind of guy. Puberty had little effect on him.

The male saw no reason to keep his body that tense, so he relaxed a bit. His face stayed as stern and cold as ever, though. It was fancy meeting her here, again. At this time, again. Was this karma's way of getting back at him for all those sins he did? By torturing him with the thought of Hime. Like one of those times, ya, when karma goes up right to your face and says, 'Ha, gotcha.' Then again, he was not even sure if this was the French girl. She looked different, she seemed different. In fact, even her voice was different. But her movement, her eyes. They were precisely the same as the French girl he had met that other night. It had to be her.

"You're... The French girl, right? What are you doing out here in the middle of the cold night, dressed like that?"

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

The Lady then pulled the rod to transfer it to her other hand, causing the ribbon to slide against Hiei’s exposed skin. Lifting her right arm, she flailed the ribbon around for a couple of times, allowing it to circle her body, as if to perform a routine before the boy. Finally she lowered her arm still maintaining her supple hand movements so as to let the ribbon down in a graceful manner and carried out a slight curtsy. Another small laughter passed through her lips.

“And your basis for that is…?”

Actually, even she herself can’t remember the appearance that she used the day they first met. Well, she does remember wearing a fur coat since she offered it to the nuisance, but other than that everything is vague in her memory. What’s more, her accent is far from being French—in fact, it’s in straight English.

Wait… she does remember teasing the boy a little bit, so it must mean she had blond hair that night. Through her thoughts she asked her so-called ‘soeur’ about it, but surprisingly she was very quiet. Only a small chuckle echoed in her thoughts, which is an indication that her twin sister must be very amused to even participate in small talks the mademoiselle initiated. Well, the situation is indeed interesting, after all. At that she smiled, her silver eyes staring directly to Hiei’s crimson ones.

Dressed like that? Well, for his information, it’s a leotard, and it’s totally normal for gymnasts like her to wear such clothing. She had the strong urge to back-sass that time, but she managed to prevent herself from doing so. Why not take advantage of the current condition? Wouldn’t that be far more amusing than simply throwing a sarcastic comment? But then again, it’s still a rather provocative leotard. Not that the Lady cares about that, anyway.

“I would say I’m used to the cold. This leotard doesn’t bother me at all,” she shared, pulling the cloth on her chest side to prove a point. And then a brilliant idea crossed her mind.

“Well, I did come here wearing an overcoat… I seemed to have dropped it somewhere in the bushes. I really don’t mind being exposed to the cold, but if you find it bothersome, you’re free to find the coat for me,” she said in a rather queenly manner, although maintaining a somewhat naïve tone. Surely only she could pull that off; after all, acting—or lying, to be more precise—is her forte.

“And you,” she shot back, oblivious to the fact that the boy was sweating, “…why are you wearing only that?” Due to the fact that it was quite dark, the girl didn’t quite notice that Hiei was actually dripping in sweat, and that he might not be feeling cold; instead, he might be feeling relatively the opposite. Still, she sported that sentence with a rather ‘cute’ smile on her face, exuding childlikeness.

[Hiei]

She shifted her hand, moving the rod from one hand to the other. At that, Hiei's eyes turned towards the ribbon, following the piece of fabric from her hand, trailing it all the way to the fabric that he had on his shoulder and to his hand. He raised an eyebrow and as the ribbon slipped off his shoulder, the President let go of it, letting it drop to the ground, his red eyes returning to the girl's curvy body as she started to cricle it around his body. Something that the male recognised as a gymnastic move with the ribbon. Now, gymnasts were trained to be graceful in every movement, to make it as if everything she did was co-ordinated and so far, only the French girl and the girl that stood in front of him now were the only people that Hiei had seen with such aspects.

"I don't know how you change your appearance, but I think you forgot your eyes. Also, you were the only person I've seen move like a gymnast, or at least the only gymnast I've met. Correct me if I'm wrong."

As he replied to her, he started to think about that night and how... Forward she had been that night. As if she took any chance that she had or he unconciously gave her to be close to him. Of course, Hiei paid it no mind. He was not really that bothered about it, save the times he thought he saw Hime everytime he looked at her. He had to wonder, how she was able to do these things? A few possibilities came to his head. A shape-shifting Alice? An illusion Alice? Or whatever. Perhaps it was a completely different person, just with the same eyes and body grace, that's all.

As she commented about how she was not really bothered by the cold, he lowered his head a bit, letting his bangs cover part of his red eyes as he looked at her closely. Something didn't feel right about her. It just didn't. In fact, Hiei was starting to feel a little different himself. Something was wrong with him, that was for sure. And he guessed that she was the cause of it. Question was, how? Then, she shot him an offer, asking him to look for her overcoat for her. He lifted his head this time, removing his bangs completely from his view. He let out a single 'heh', amused at her offer but refused to take it anyway. It did not bother him at all, though he was slightly worried. Then again, she just said that she was used to cold, so why worry?

And she shot him back a similar comment. He looked at her for a moment, before looking at his upper body. Only then did he remembered that he was half-naked, or at least, a quart-naked. Hiei blinked a couple of times, before looking back up at her, his face as stern as ever, though his body slightly more relaxed than before. Surprisingly.

"Wearing a shirt restricted my movement." He shot back, before he shifted his right foor back to the side of his left foot. Standing on both feet and applying equal weight to the other, he managed to decrease the amount of energy that he used up with every second that passed. He was already exhausted, so he needed to conserve his energy. For some reason, being all helpless and defenceless did not sound so... Safe around this girl.

"And what, exactly, are you doing here?"

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

“Oh?” she reacted rather realistically, even putting her left index finger just below her lower lip as a reflex while she twirled the gymnast ribbon, causing it to go in small circular motions. “But I can’t possibly be the only silver-eyed gymnast in this academy, considering the student population, wouldn’t you say?” Now that is a very good point; she might not be the only silver-eyed gymnast in Alice Academy. Her statement was rather ambiguous, and gives absolutely no hint to whether she admits that she was indeed the girl he met before. What’s more, her ‘acting’ was impeccable. If that doesn’t persuade the boy to think otherwise, nothing will.

The Lady felt an air of hesitance from the boy, as if he was confused about something. And this made her happy, of course. This means she’s already getting into his head! What’s more, her ‘soeur’ was getting pleased too. This is turning out to be a very good meeting, although they’ve been exchanging words for but a few minutes.

She then brought her palms together, stopping the circular movement the ribbon made. A smile etched in her lips, causing her tall cheekbones to be even more visible. “Fair enough… your build isn’t too bad anyway. You should flaunt that body even more,” she commented, the smile still plastered on her face. What she just said somewhat sounded like what a girl would say when flirting, but she used a seemingly innocent tone as she said it. Enough to mess with anyone’s head, isn’t it?

“And what, exactly, are you doing here? ”

Un. At that the girl raised her right hand, then swiftly let it fall down and repeated the movements, creating a big loop before her body. Deux. For a few moments she only did that then finally set her hand down, stretching both hands outward. Trois! She raised her left feet and swing it back and forth then sprinted towards Hiei, landing in front of him first with her right foot then the other. She was so close to him that she could almost feel his breath.

“Well, you’re not the only one authorized to use the woods as a training ground, are you now?” Suddenly she lightly tapped the tip of the president’s nose with the bottom tip of her ribbon’s rod. She let out yet another playful chuckle then sprinted away from the boy. From that distance the Lady wondered how Hiei Valentine would react to that.

[Hiei]

Ah, heck. Hiei might as well give up. Whether or not she really was the girl she met that time, she certainly did not want to admit it. Whatever. At the moment, Hiei would have no choice but to call the girl... Well, whatever she wanted him to call you. Hiei placed his right hand on his hip, tilting his head slightly. Nodding his already tilted head, he spoke out, his calm voice echoing in the silence of the woods. "If that's the case, what should I call you?" Yes, he had abruptly given up. Despite how sure he was feeling that she was the French girl, he knew that it was useless. It was obvious that she was not her.

His build? He put his hand down, lifting his head up once more, his eyes fixed onto hers. What was she trying to do, exactly? Now, Hiei had never been flirted at before, nor has ever flirted anyone before. The only person who saw through his somewhat cold facade was Hime. And there was no flirting involved at all. Even if her tone was not so innocent, Hiei still would not have thought that she was flirting with her. He was new to such things. Must be why he was feeling so awkward at that moment.

"Flaunt?"

He asked, slightly raising one eyebrow. What did that mean too? Flaunt his body? He shifted his right foot outwards a bit, standing on his left foot. He looked down at his bare body. Nothing coming up to his mind, he looked back up at her, his red-tipped black hair bouncing with every movement of his head. Then, his eyebrows straightened as she started to execute more routines with that ribbon of hers, Hiei simply watching. He wasn't all too amused with her moves, though he had to admit they were well co-ordinated. And then, she lifted her left leg. Was that gymnastic? Hiei watched her closely.

She suddenly rushed in towards him, the raised fighter taking a right step back in retaliation, but stopped when she stopped in her tracks right in front of him, her right leg leading before his left leg came up to the side of her right foot. And then, they were so close. He could feel her body warmth radiating to his, feel her breathe upon his nose and mouth. A training ground? She trained her too? Well, Hiei had not known that, really. He had not been training for a long time already, and if he did, he'd been much deeper into the woods.

And then, he felt solid touch his nose, the Student President standing firm against her playfulness. His eyebrows did furrow a bit, though, as his right hand came up, his thumb placing itself at one side of his nose before pushing off outwards, as if bending his nose back to shape. Of course, he was not really doing that. He watched as the girl sprinted back to where she had been standing at earlier. Hiei brought his right foot back in front, letting out a frustrated growl.

"Now, what was that about?"

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

[Click. Or else. xDD]

“Yes, flaunt,” the young lady repeated herself, giggling softly in between her words. “It would be such a shame if you do not show people what masterpiece you have under those that you call… clothes.”

So far the dark-haired lad has kept the Lady very amused with his rather evident expressions and very tense movements. This boy just doesn’t want to keep his guard down even though he’s with a harmless-looking little girl. This time she scanned Hiei from head to toe, again giggling to herself as she found his uptight stance somewhat uncalled for. “It is unnecessary for you to be so tense, you know,” she commented. “Such is a waste of energy.”

“Now, what was that about?” the boy reacted to the young woman’s playful action, which she responded to widening her silvery eyes. Then yet another chuckle escaped from the Lady’s mouth, this time putting a hand over her stomach as she wildly flailed her gymnast ribbon as a reflex. She found the boy’s reaction absolutely hilarious, and if she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought that he’s not acquainted with young ladies like her. Perhaps she’s a bit more playful than possibly all of the girls he met, but his reaction is just… well, to her, gold.

“Goodness gracious god of war,” she replied, still having her hand over tummy, wiping a small bead of tear that had formed at the corner of her eye due to all the laughing. “It did not occur to me that you were so sensitive! Well, Mister President, I have to say I learned something today!”

She tossed to the side the strands of purple hair that had strayed to her chest, her facial expression changing into a more serious one. Slowly she walked towards the boy, stopping only when she was already at his side. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked at the boy, sporting a mysterious (or is it mischievous?) smile on her moistened lips. “Yes, I learned something of value today,” she said once more, this time her words coming off with a more womanly tone.

[Hiei]

Masterpiece? Hiei tilted his head in slight annoyance. She was complimenting him, true, but he found it a little too much to be just a simple compliment. What was she trying to do? Hiei knew exactly what she was doing, but this being the first time ever he was being treated like this, he did not know what to expect, what to do, or what to say. He simply stood there, acting as he would usually do. He hesitated showing any weakness or opening to her, knowing that there may be a high chance that she would only exploit it and use it to her advantage.

A waste of energy? Hiei let out a soft growl. That was true. He needed to relax himself. He was simply wasting whatever energy he had left. Hiei took a deep breathe, keeping it hidden from her notice as he relaxed himself, though kept his eyes on her. She seemed more dangerous than she looked and Hiei was not going to take any chances. He may be getting a bit paranoid, but it was simply the truth. And she laughed at him. Hiei kept himself calm, making no noise nor emotion as he looked at her, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

And then, she did. Sensitive? Hiei was sensitive? Now, Hiei could not help but raise a brow at that. Since when was he sensitive? Wait. He probably was. Hiei lowered his head once more. But that did not matter, no. What he was more bothered about was her last statement. That she learned something? Hiei feared for the worst. Had she realised something about him that he did not? He was so curious and so deep in thought that he did not notice her coming closer. Only when she was beside him, did he notice.

His red eyes on hers, he raised his right eyebrow slightly as she looked up at him. A smile was displayed, one that made Hiei feel slightly more uncomfortable than he already was. She repeated that statement, this time with emphasis, only arousing Hiei's curiousity.

"And what may that be?"

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

“That poking your nose is fun!” the lavender-haired girl immediately responded, turning the womanly smile into a big childish grin. It’s really amazing how she was able to change her approach from flirty to innocent in a blink of an eye. At that she raised her gymnast ribbon and softly poked the obviously irritated Hiei on the tip of his nose once again.

However, the question still is, was that really the thing of value she learned about the dark-haired president? The mask that she wore obviously isn’t easy to break, and her actions have not betrayed her motives and thoughts so far. There’s no way of telling what goes through her mind… and who she really is. While Hiei is an open book, this mademoiselle certainly is a closed one, with no visible way of exposing it.

The serenity of the dark forest was once more broken by the sound of her soft laughter, the midnight breeze accompanying it with a gentle gust.

[Hiei]

Hiei's shoulders dropped as he heard her answer, somewhat disappoint at how pointless it was. He had been hoping for something more important, not something as pointless as poking his nose. Wait, what? Hiei's eyes widened as he tried to step away from her, but realised that it was too late as that gymnast stick once more came up to his face, hitting him on the nose. Only his right foot moved, shifting backwards as his right hand came up to his nose, his index and middle finger touching where she had poked at. He looked at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

This time, though, she did not retreat to her initial position, simply standing there, beside him. He pulled his right hand down, glaring deep into her eyes as he let out a soft annoyed growl. What was up with her, exactly? No matter how hard Hiei tried, he never seemed to be able figure her out. And it was one of the things Hiei was good at too. Who was she? Then, he took a step back. He was starting to feeling slightly uncomfortable, and somewhat awkward and he was not liking it. Remebering that she had a practice here or something, Hiei decided to use the excuse of leaving her alone.

"Well, if you got nothing else to say or do to me, I'll be going and let you go on with your gymnast training then."

And another step back, before he turned around, walking towards the tree he had earlier used for training.

[OOC: >=3. You're chance is slipping away~]

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

The nerve of this person! How dare he turn his back before the Lady? Amusing as he is, this is action is irreparable for her. All her rage has channeled into a deep, mysterious smile, an indication that something of grave value has formed in her mind. What bad luck Hiei has not to see such smile, having turned away from her.

Another laugh. “Does that mean to say you were expecting something else? My, such a curious boy, are you not?” she said, standing in front of the boy’s path in an attempt to catch his attention for the last time. Once more she tapped his nose, then took a step closer. She raised her right hand and pulled the rod, catching the ribbon cloth with that hand. One step more; she stood on the tip of her toes and…

“Chuu!”

Planted a light kiss on the boy’s lips. She leaped away from Hiei as quickly as she stole the kiss, filling the air with her childish giggles again. “I was hoping you’d say that. Well then, I will be going now,” she said, elegantly jumping towards the tree from where she came.

“For what it is worth, you may call me Rei. I am quite disappointed that you did not even bother to know my name. However I am looking forward to meeting you once more, Hiei Valentine.” At that she jumped towards the tall forest bushes, giving the dark-haired president one last look, and one last smile, as if to tease him.

[Hiei]

He stopped in his tracks as the girl blocked his way, shooting him a comment as she did. She was, more or less, correct. He had truly been expecting something else other than such a playful and pointless comment. He stood there, watching her simply with slightly furrowed eyebrows. The awkwardness and other unknown feelings were getting to him and he did not like it at all. Then, he felt pressure against his nose once more and he leaned his head away, gritting his teeth in annoyance. This was getting too messy for his tastes, but what happened next hit him so hard that his feet was rooted to the ground. His mind went blank suddenly, his mouth silent and kept in place by hers.

Yes, they were kissing.

His heart skipped a beat, his lungs malfunctioning all too suddenly, but this was all ignored by an unusual sensation that filled Hiei. A flash entered his head, a familiar blonde blue-eyed girl that once gave him a reason to smile and now gave him a reason to shun. His eyes widened, his body going numb as he did nothing to stop her. It was light, and yet, it was heavy on the boy. He had made it a point to prevent puberty and its effects from getting to him, but his defence agianst it was just destroyed by a simple light kiss. As she pulled away, he kept his red eyes on hers, his face going slightly red as a faint blush came up. Yes, Hiei was still young and was still going through puberty. Anyone getting kissed by such a beautiful girl would definitely go through what Hiei was then, no matter how hard he tried to prevent it.

He did not hear her words, he himself sent into a state of shock, only snapping awake as she leapt off into the tree. He blinked for a moment, before stepping forward, his right hand reaching out as he attempted to grab her and prevent her escape. As fast as she had tried to leap away, Hiei was fast enough to manage to grab her ankle. Quickly, he pulled her down, letting go of her ankle in the process. As soon as she would land back to the ground, Hiei would then proceed to grab her shoulders and push her forward, pinning her against the tree.

Something had overcome him. Something that he had kept leashed and surpressed, ever since Hime had broken up with him. Desire. Desire for love. For affection. It had been like a drug to Hiei and after his break-up, he had been going through the 'hang-over' stage. He needed it again. He needed to feel it again, somehow, anyhow. And the girl's action earlier just unleashed what he had been trying to surpress and more. Inside Hiei, in his Inner Soul, a cage was revealed as the green mist around it dispersed. Inside it was nothing but shadow, but soon enough, a white smile emerged as the cage opened.

In reality, the confused and desperate Hiei had already made his move. Immediately after pinning the girl against the tree, he would lean forward as quickly, his eyes closing as he let his lips touch her. Yes, he would engross her in a long kiss. Hiei had his eyes closed, and he presumsed that the girl was doing the same. If she did, she would not have noticed that the area around them was turning a bit blackish and greenish, like a thin mist enveloping the surorundings.

Hiei did not care. He needed this desire appeased, like a desperate thirst for water. Anyhow, somehow. Risks, consequences, it did not matter to him at that moment. He did not care. He just wanted.... He just wanted to feel love once more.

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

Just as she was about to disappear into the tall forest bushes, Hiei had managed to get a hold of the Lady’s ankle, pulling her down in the process. If the boy didn’t let go of her ankle, she would have fallen down face flat on the ground, but he did release it immediately. At that she had no choice but to leap back to the ground, landing with her body bending towards the earth. With a faint naughty grin on her lips, she stood up, facing the boy in the process. “What is the mea—”

The next thing she knew she was being pushed by Hiei, holding her against the tree. Within moments the two had fused lips once more, this time it was initiated by the dark-haired president. Who knew he was this aggressive? Her silver eyes widened and giggles were made as they kissed; the look in Hiei’s face is just priceless. He had his eyes closed, and it was obvious he was savoring the moment! That made the Lady laugh even more, although still not breaking the kiss.

Hiei Valentine is a good kisser (and had soft lips, she had to admit), despite his rather young age. She would know; having had numerous experiences like this before. After all, a girl would do anything to survive.

‘Rei’ decided to close her eyes as well, but before she did, she noticed that something is going on within the area. She couldn’t put her finger on what it is exactly, but she was sure there was something. She decided to ignore it anyway and focused all her attention on the boy who owned her lips at the time.

[Hiei]

He kissed her ever so passionately, his right hand going from her shoulder to her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheek. An image flashed into his head, one of blonde hair. A tear rolled down his cheek as he felt as if his heard was being torn apart and sewed back together all over and over again. Reactively, he increased the passion behind his kiss. Inside him, the demon escaped from her prison, her feminine curvy figure wrapped in white bandages. And then, out from Hiei's back, white bandages emerged from the cloth of his shirt. The bandages quickly wrapped themselves around the tree, squeezing it tight as it pinned 'Rei' in place.

His left hand then reached downwards, resting itself upon her waist as petals started to form out from nowhere. Pink petals rained down on them, landing on Hiei and somewhat merging into his skin. It did the same to the girl too, the petals entering her skin like water in sponge. This petals had a special effect on them, though. If it were to enter any person's body, it would temporarily increase the hormonic level of that person. More petals, more hormournes. That meant, now there were two going-hormorne crazy teenagers making out with each other.

Meanwhile, the mist had formed by the trees to the girl's right, Hiei's left and in the mist, a female silhoutte had formed, hidden by the mist. A white smile shone out from the mist, a soft almost inaudible chuckle emerging from that direction.

[The Queen that Rules Over You]

This scene is no more than a display of ardent lust. The purple-haired mademoiselle saw, as she opened her eyes slightly, that Hiei shed a tear. Despite that, the Lady could feel an aggressive force behind the kiss, as if he never wanted to part with her ever again.

Her older soeur could only chuckle at that in her mind. Even in kissing you he still thinks of the blonde wench, she commented, marking her first words for the night—or day, rather. ‘Rei’ could only ignore the vexing sound of her twin sister laughing inside her head. All she wanted to do was to grant the dark-haired president of his desire, regardless of whether his heart truly wishes it or not.

Besides, if the final result of this encounter would mean that Hiei would be scarred in his stay in this wretched prison they call a school (if not for life), then the Lady is more than happy to participate in this lie. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,’ as the old proverb goes.

Needless to say, she liked the boy’s warm feel on her skin, his gentle touch on her voluptuous frame. It’s quite different from her ‘encounters’ before… perhaps it’s because this time, she also has a slight attraction to the one caressing her (however unlikely it may be)? ‘Rei’ would raise her hand to cling onto the boy’s neck, however she found herself being restrained by what looks like bandages.

At that, her eyes widened, though still not breaking the kiss. What on earth is going on!? her soeur demanded, her voice seeming to tremble. In a few moments, petal-like matter started to emerge from nowhere, entering the young woman’s body.

Another presence! the inner voice shrieked, My dear soeur, you must snap out of this nonsense! You must heed my words, you obstinate girl!

But it was as if the mademoiselle heard nothing. For some reason she felt like being in a state of strange euphoria, unable to break the locking of lips with the infamous Crimson protector, even closing her eyes once more.

Arrêtez-le!

In an instant she opened her eyes and withdrew from the kiss, but there was something different in her. Her eyes now bore a crimson glow, and her curly lavender locks have turned into a lighter hue, and also shorter. Yes, the inner persona have now unleashed herself.

“You have had your fun,” her cold voice shot.