Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams ❯ I'll Never Understand Women ( Chapter 2 )
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By: nee kikoe masu ka 
I dunno.... Pingpong made me do it....
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
I dunno.... Pingpong made me do it....
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
Kikoe masu ka~ Oopsie!! I forgot the disclaimer!! ^_^ Sowwy! Anywoo, let’s get on with this horrible thing!
Pingpong~ =_= Aren’t you forgetting something?
Kikoe~ Oopsie again! ^_^;;; Pingpong and Hiei no Shijo no Nekoness helped me lots with this fic and Pingpong made me put in a memo telling you to check on her fics and send her your poems! Heh, anyway, on with the disclaimer!
Pingpong~ -_-U Why do we even bother with you?
Kikoe~ Because! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything YYH, but I do own Angel!! ^^ heh, I also own three oddball cats called Cheezit, Cheeto, and Muncho! Anyway, to the Bat Mobile! I mean, to the fic!
Chapter 2: I’ll Never Understand Women
When she woke up again, it was dawn, the feeble sunlight spilling in the now open window, spilling onto the bed and pooling on the floor. Angel rolled over and glared at the puddle of sunlight like it was responsible for her hurting ribs. Then she remembered Hiei and looked around sharply, searching for her midnight rescuer. He was leaning up against the wall at the foot of her bed in the part if the room that was hidden from the sunlight, his eyes closed and his breathing light. She smiled at him as he opened one ruby eye and looked at her with slight interest.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” he asked and she raised her eyebrows.
“Only when people don’t stare at me when I sleep.” She tilted her head and looked at him curiously as he stood shrouded in the shadows that still cloaked most of the room. He seemed like part of the darkness, the slender threads of gloom trailing off of his arms and laying in the folds of his clothes. She studied him for many silent moments before blinking and letting her eyes drop to the dark blanket, which, she realized, smelled very much like him. A slow blush creeped onto her pale cheeks. This was his room.
He looked at her blush, feeling slightly smug to know that he was the cause of her discomfort, and grunted. “Well, since you’re up, there’s a bathroom two doors down the hall on your right. Clean up and find some comfortable clothes. I have been assigned to train you and I want to know how much you’ve already grasped about fighting.”
Angel smiled at him again as he turned away from her. She got up, grabbing some loose back pants with the symbol of an Ace of Spades on it and a belly shirt with the same emblem outlined in white, digging out some other things like socks. Then she happily headed for the bathroom. After a quick, scalding hot shower, Angel pulled her long wet hair, now a deep black without the dirt and grime covering it, into a high ponytail, braiding it and doubling it back through the scrunchy halfway so it hung in a loop down her back. She shook out her long bangs so that they framed her face and went to find Hiei.
Angel wandered down the hallways, past the many doors and outside, looking for her new teacher. Hiei was in a sand pit that was out back, watching her descend the few steps with a veiled emotion that she couldn’t quite decipher. She looked up at him in question and tilted her head like she did that morning, a habit that he found… There was no word to describe it. Mentally shaking himself, he hmphed around a slight smile and pulled out one of the two swords sticking it in the sandy ground, throwing it to her. She caught it and rotated her wrist, testing how well her wrist took the extra weight.
He walked around her, inspecting how she held the sword. It was a very light version of his own sword, but her wrist was trembling under the strain anyway. “Your grip is right, but your wrist needs to get stronger. You can put it down now.” She reached for the sheathe he handed her and sheathed it right, trailing the dull edge before sliding it home. He raised his eyebrows and she smiled. “I learned the positions when I was little, but I never really learned anything else.”
“Hn. Fine. Now, how fast are you?”
Angel shrugged, bit of a smirk curving her lips. He was vaguely entranced by those lips, a need welling up… “Heh, I bet I‘m faster than you.” Her voice brought him back to reality and he blinked a few times, taking a deep breath and a moment to shackle his demon nature.
“We’ll see about that later.” He turned and picked up a rock, spinning around, throwing it at her. She spun and caught it, lobbing it back at Hiei with incredible reflexes. He caught it and stared at her. “How in the 7 hells did you do that?”
She smiled and teleported behind him, slightly surprising him. “Practice. It helps when you know how to dodge and deflect, especially when you’re escaping beer bottles.” Her playfulness vanished and she turned away, looking up at the sky wistfully. “Yeah…” Angel trailed off, a sad, restrained anger in her eyes. Then she calmly strapped the sword to her side and turned to look at him. “Shall we?” she asked, drawing the katana, a mischievous glint entering her eyes, her previous emotions gone like a sudden summer rain shower. She kept him off balance and a smirk worked onto his face as he drew his sword as well.
Hiei attacked Angel and nodded when she almost deflected it. He let her pick up her sword and proceeded to teach her the basics; striking, parrying, counter-attacks, and defense. It was a few hours before she fell to her knees, exhausted. He stood over her with his sword drawn, glaring down at her. “Get up!” he demanded and she wheezed, clutching her ribs. He nudged her side and Angel glared back at him, a faint snarl on her lips as she struggled to her feet. She swayed as she balefully glowered at him, but lost her footing and crashed to the ground. She watched the ground rush up to meet her, but it never came to slam into her.
It was a moment before she felt the strong arms wrapped around her tightly. Hiei pulled her close and sighed. “I guess we can stop now. Breakfast is probably ready by now, anyway.”
Still hurting, Angel tried to find her balance and nodded, holding her side as Hiei let go. “Ow,” she breathed, trying to get rid of the pain. He stepped forward and placed a gentle hand over hers, the heat relaxing the pain away. She bit her lip and looked up at him, unsure of why he did that. There was something in his eyes that made her stomach do flip flops and she felt her breath shorten. “A-Arigato,” she said softly, turning and running away, into the dojo as Hiei looked after her, confused.
/What in the 7 hells just happened?/ he asked himself, watching her fleeing figure. /I will never understand women!/ He nodded to himself as he followed the girl. There was no explanation; women were an anomaly that he would never figure out. Until then, he would follow her and make sure no one else laid claim on her. No one would take his onna. He stopped briefly and mulled that thought over and over. HIS onna? Another fleeting smile teased his face and he began to walk up the steps to the temple. He liked the sound of that. His onna had a ring to it, he decided. A very nice ring.
He followed her to the kitchen, smiling as he heard her skid to a stop. The others must be staring at her. Hiei had a feeling that Angel didn’t like being stared at; the limelight was something she preferred to avoid. He walked in calmly behind her to find that he was exactly correct. She was frozen with so many eyes on her, her face twisted in a feeble alarm. He glared at each of the gaping idiots and snarled, “I‘m sure that there is something better to do than stare.”
They all hastily redirected their gazes, all except Kuwabara, who jumped up from his seat and bowed graciously. “I, lovely lady, am Kuzuma Kuwabara, and you may have my seat if you so wish.” Her panic calming slightly, she nodded and smiled as sweetly as she could muster, moving to sit in the vacated seat. Kuwabara seemed to actually be straight forward this time, but Hiei watched the idiot very carefully. Then it happened. As Kuwabara helped her scoot in her chair, he copped a feel. Her eyes went wide and she let out a small, choked mewling sound. Hiei was at her side at once, his foot in Kuwabara’s face as his eye twitched. His katana was out, laying against the baka’s throat and his voice was low and dangerous as he hissed, “Do that again and I will go to the Reikai jail, for I will kill you in the slowest way possible. Understand?” Kuwabara nodded slowly, eyeing the sword while they others either laughed like Yuusuke or looked peeved like Botan.
Hiei let the baka up and Angel slowly stood, bowing to the others. “Excuse me,” she said softly, “But I‘m no longer hungry.” She turned and hurried out of the room. Hiei glared at Kuwabara before growling and running after her. She bolted for his room, the one that she had woken up in this morning and he followed as close as he dared. She was a jumble of emotions, he knew instinctively without the help of his Jangan eye, and very fragile right now. He couldn’t get her straight in his mind. She was either the fearless warrior that he had first met, the shy blushing girl that he had helped in the training pit, or the embarrassed hurt teen that he was chasing now. She was like the many sides of a die, always spinning. You never knew what side would turn up. He just hoped she didn’t have as many sides to her as a die. That would be tiresome.
He slowed as he reached the rice paper doors of her room, the uncertainty of it all tearing at his sanity. Why was he going through all these ningen emotions? He was a demon warrior, one of the most feared in the Makai and here he was, almost brought to his knees by an unbalanced ningen onna. A sigh bubbled up from his chest as he reached for the door, unsure of what awaited him on the other side.
It was dark inside the room, though he knew his way around it, considering that Genkai insisted that he be assigned this room though he didn’t used it. The curtain was still slightly pulled to the side from earlier when she woke up and she sat on the bed, framed by the light from the sun. Her hair, usually a deep murky black, was caught by the sunlight, revealing the blue highlights that gave it such an illusion of darkness. Her head was bowed and he could see her grey eyes gleam in the shadows her body cast.
He was silent, waiting for her to say something. He needed to know who he was dealing with: which of her three faces would she put on now? She looked up, her usually vivid eyes dull with concealed emotion. “What do you want?” she asked softly. “Come to rub my nose in my weakness?” He stood there, stunned at her words. Taking his silence to mean he had, her eyes narrowed and anger flared within their depths. Hiei smiled to himself. The warrior would be his opponent. He braced himself for her assault as he watched her muscles tense, readying. But then she relaxed and resumed staring at the floor, listless. Hiei stopped, confused. She was making his head spin with her changing! He grew impatient with her mood swings, striding forward and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him.
As he looked down at her, into her soul, he saw the warrior flare again as he earned her anger. Bright fury stared back at him and he saw in her face what she was planning to do. But he didn’t move as she lunged forward, her fist connecting with his face. He didn’t even blink; she wasn’t strong at all. But the vivid expression on her face made him take a few steps back. She looked like she believed she could take him!
“Don’t touch me, teme yarou,” she hissed. “No one touches me.”
Undeterred, Hiei looked at her calmly. “Then what about that little incident on the training ground?”
A snarl escaped her lips. “That was a breach of my rules. A costly mistake on my part.” She stood, trying to brush past him, but he stopped her and grabbed her wrist. She growled deep in her throat and tipped her head to look up at him, her expression deadly. It was then he knew how she learned how to limit herself with her preventive rules. The same way he had learned to distance himself everyone. Through long torment and harsh lessons. He remembered her words about dodging beer bottles and he felt his gaze soften. Angel was an…interesting girl and she piqued his interest. Who was she to challenge him? He was so much stronger than her… But she lashed out at him, hit him, and he let her go, without killing her or harming her. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
They stood like that until the sun sank below the horizon, casting deep shadows through the room, he hand gripping her wrist and the tiny girl staring up at him, the anger leeching from her expression as she looked up at him. He stared down at her, confusion making his mind race. The dark really did make her look like a demon, her eyes so full of age old hurt that no ningen could possibly possess them. It was then he made a critical decision. One that would change everything.
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Kikoe~ Erm, I’m gonna stop here I guess… 6 pages on MSWorks
Pingpong~ Well, it kinda doesn’t make sense…
Kikoe~ >_< That’s because you commandeered my fic and my computer to “tweak” it!
Pingpong~ You need your own muse to argue with, you do know that?
Kikoe~ I have one, but she’s terrorizing the YYH Gang right now!
Tanashii~ DDDIIIEEEEEE!!!!! *chasing the YYH guys with a random weapon*
Kikoe~ I think she’ll be a good person to keep the order… Anywho, review you mean readers! I live on reviews! I like to get email too, and flames are all right with me, because I need something to fuel my muse’s rants against me ever being an author…
Pingpong~ She’s incredibly complacent. She tried to settle fights and LOVES flames… Weirdo onna…. To the translations! Tanashii!
Tanashii~ *bows*
Translations~
Baka~ Roughly “idiot”
Onna~ Woman, duh
Teme~ A very insulting form of “you”
Yarou~ Well, “teme yarou” means “you bastard” so I guess you could translate this as “bastard”
Ningen~ “Human”
Makai~ Demon World
Some other words I will most likey use:
Chibi~ Little, small
Tenshi~ Angel
Shizuka ni~ Shut up
Youkai~ Demon
Koorime~ Ice Maiden
Hiruiseki~ Those neat little tear gems Hiei and Yukina cry
Hanyou~ Half demon
Gomen~ Sorry
Hayaku~ Hurry up!
Pingpong~ =_= Aren’t you forgetting something?
Kikoe~ Oopsie again! ^_^;;; Pingpong and Hiei no Shijo no Nekoness helped me lots with this fic and Pingpong made me put in a memo telling you to check on her fics and send her your poems! Heh, anyway, on with the disclaimer!
Pingpong~ -_-U Why do we even bother with you?
Kikoe~ Because! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything YYH, but I do own Angel!! ^^ heh, I also own three oddball cats called Cheezit, Cheeto, and Muncho! Anyway, to the Bat Mobile! I mean, to the fic!
Chapter 2: I’ll Never Understand Women
When she woke up again, it was dawn, the feeble sunlight spilling in the now open window, spilling onto the bed and pooling on the floor. Angel rolled over and glared at the puddle of sunlight like it was responsible for her hurting ribs. Then she remembered Hiei and looked around sharply, searching for her midnight rescuer. He was leaning up against the wall at the foot of her bed in the part if the room that was hidden from the sunlight, his eyes closed and his breathing light. She smiled at him as he opened one ruby eye and looked at her with slight interest.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” he asked and she raised her eyebrows.
“Only when people don’t stare at me when I sleep.” She tilted her head and looked at him curiously as he stood shrouded in the shadows that still cloaked most of the room. He seemed like part of the darkness, the slender threads of gloom trailing off of his arms and laying in the folds of his clothes. She studied him for many silent moments before blinking and letting her eyes drop to the dark blanket, which, she realized, smelled very much like him. A slow blush creeped onto her pale cheeks. This was his room.
He looked at her blush, feeling slightly smug to know that he was the cause of her discomfort, and grunted. “Well, since you’re up, there’s a bathroom two doors down the hall on your right. Clean up and find some comfortable clothes. I have been assigned to train you and I want to know how much you’ve already grasped about fighting.”
Angel smiled at him again as he turned away from her. She got up, grabbing some loose back pants with the symbol of an Ace of Spades on it and a belly shirt with the same emblem outlined in white, digging out some other things like socks. Then she happily headed for the bathroom. After a quick, scalding hot shower, Angel pulled her long wet hair, now a deep black without the dirt and grime covering it, into a high ponytail, braiding it and doubling it back through the scrunchy halfway so it hung in a loop down her back. She shook out her long bangs so that they framed her face and went to find Hiei.
Angel wandered down the hallways, past the many doors and outside, looking for her new teacher. Hiei was in a sand pit that was out back, watching her descend the few steps with a veiled emotion that she couldn’t quite decipher. She looked up at him in question and tilted her head like she did that morning, a habit that he found… There was no word to describe it. Mentally shaking himself, he hmphed around a slight smile and pulled out one of the two swords sticking it in the sandy ground, throwing it to her. She caught it and rotated her wrist, testing how well her wrist took the extra weight.
He walked around her, inspecting how she held the sword. It was a very light version of his own sword, but her wrist was trembling under the strain anyway. “Your grip is right, but your wrist needs to get stronger. You can put it down now.” She reached for the sheathe he handed her and sheathed it right, trailing the dull edge before sliding it home. He raised his eyebrows and she smiled. “I learned the positions when I was little, but I never really learned anything else.”
“Hn. Fine. Now, how fast are you?”
Angel shrugged, bit of a smirk curving her lips. He was vaguely entranced by those lips, a need welling up… “Heh, I bet I‘m faster than you.” Her voice brought him back to reality and he blinked a few times, taking a deep breath and a moment to shackle his demon nature.
“We’ll see about that later.” He turned and picked up a rock, spinning around, throwing it at her. She spun and caught it, lobbing it back at Hiei with incredible reflexes. He caught it and stared at her. “How in the 7 hells did you do that?”
She smiled and teleported behind him, slightly surprising him. “Practice. It helps when you know how to dodge and deflect, especially when you’re escaping beer bottles.” Her playfulness vanished and she turned away, looking up at the sky wistfully. “Yeah…” Angel trailed off, a sad, restrained anger in her eyes. Then she calmly strapped the sword to her side and turned to look at him. “Shall we?” she asked, drawing the katana, a mischievous glint entering her eyes, her previous emotions gone like a sudden summer rain shower. She kept him off balance and a smirk worked onto his face as he drew his sword as well.
Hiei attacked Angel and nodded when she almost deflected it. He let her pick up her sword and proceeded to teach her the basics; striking, parrying, counter-attacks, and defense. It was a few hours before she fell to her knees, exhausted. He stood over her with his sword drawn, glaring down at her. “Get up!” he demanded and she wheezed, clutching her ribs. He nudged her side and Angel glared back at him, a faint snarl on her lips as she struggled to her feet. She swayed as she balefully glowered at him, but lost her footing and crashed to the ground. She watched the ground rush up to meet her, but it never came to slam into her.
It was a moment before she felt the strong arms wrapped around her tightly. Hiei pulled her close and sighed. “I guess we can stop now. Breakfast is probably ready by now, anyway.”
Still hurting, Angel tried to find her balance and nodded, holding her side as Hiei let go. “Ow,” she breathed, trying to get rid of the pain. He stepped forward and placed a gentle hand over hers, the heat relaxing the pain away. She bit her lip and looked up at him, unsure of why he did that. There was something in his eyes that made her stomach do flip flops and she felt her breath shorten. “A-Arigato,” she said softly, turning and running away, into the dojo as Hiei looked after her, confused.
/What in the 7 hells just happened?/ he asked himself, watching her fleeing figure. /I will never understand women!/ He nodded to himself as he followed the girl. There was no explanation; women were an anomaly that he would never figure out. Until then, he would follow her and make sure no one else laid claim on her. No one would take his onna. He stopped briefly and mulled that thought over and over. HIS onna? Another fleeting smile teased his face and he began to walk up the steps to the temple. He liked the sound of that. His onna had a ring to it, he decided. A very nice ring.
He followed her to the kitchen, smiling as he heard her skid to a stop. The others must be staring at her. Hiei had a feeling that Angel didn’t like being stared at; the limelight was something she preferred to avoid. He walked in calmly behind her to find that he was exactly correct. She was frozen with so many eyes on her, her face twisted in a feeble alarm. He glared at each of the gaping idiots and snarled, “I‘m sure that there is something better to do than stare.”
They all hastily redirected their gazes, all except Kuwabara, who jumped up from his seat and bowed graciously. “I, lovely lady, am Kuzuma Kuwabara, and you may have my seat if you so wish.” Her panic calming slightly, she nodded and smiled as sweetly as she could muster, moving to sit in the vacated seat. Kuwabara seemed to actually be straight forward this time, but Hiei watched the idiot very carefully. Then it happened. As Kuwabara helped her scoot in her chair, he copped a feel. Her eyes went wide and she let out a small, choked mewling sound. Hiei was at her side at once, his foot in Kuwabara’s face as his eye twitched. His katana was out, laying against the baka’s throat and his voice was low and dangerous as he hissed, “Do that again and I will go to the Reikai jail, for I will kill you in the slowest way possible. Understand?” Kuwabara nodded slowly, eyeing the sword while they others either laughed like Yuusuke or looked peeved like Botan.
Hiei let the baka up and Angel slowly stood, bowing to the others. “Excuse me,” she said softly, “But I‘m no longer hungry.” She turned and hurried out of the room. Hiei glared at Kuwabara before growling and running after her. She bolted for his room, the one that she had woken up in this morning and he followed as close as he dared. She was a jumble of emotions, he knew instinctively without the help of his Jangan eye, and very fragile right now. He couldn’t get her straight in his mind. She was either the fearless warrior that he had first met, the shy blushing girl that he had helped in the training pit, or the embarrassed hurt teen that he was chasing now. She was like the many sides of a die, always spinning. You never knew what side would turn up. He just hoped she didn’t have as many sides to her as a die. That would be tiresome.
He slowed as he reached the rice paper doors of her room, the uncertainty of it all tearing at his sanity. Why was he going through all these ningen emotions? He was a demon warrior, one of the most feared in the Makai and here he was, almost brought to his knees by an unbalanced ningen onna. A sigh bubbled up from his chest as he reached for the door, unsure of what awaited him on the other side.
It was dark inside the room, though he knew his way around it, considering that Genkai insisted that he be assigned this room though he didn’t used it. The curtain was still slightly pulled to the side from earlier when she woke up and she sat on the bed, framed by the light from the sun. Her hair, usually a deep murky black, was caught by the sunlight, revealing the blue highlights that gave it such an illusion of darkness. Her head was bowed and he could see her grey eyes gleam in the shadows her body cast.
He was silent, waiting for her to say something. He needed to know who he was dealing with: which of her three faces would she put on now? She looked up, her usually vivid eyes dull with concealed emotion. “What do you want?” she asked softly. “Come to rub my nose in my weakness?” He stood there, stunned at her words. Taking his silence to mean he had, her eyes narrowed and anger flared within their depths. Hiei smiled to himself. The warrior would be his opponent. He braced himself for her assault as he watched her muscles tense, readying. But then she relaxed and resumed staring at the floor, listless. Hiei stopped, confused. She was making his head spin with her changing! He grew impatient with her mood swings, striding forward and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him.
As he looked down at her, into her soul, he saw the warrior flare again as he earned her anger. Bright fury stared back at him and he saw in her face what she was planning to do. But he didn’t move as she lunged forward, her fist connecting with his face. He didn’t even blink; she wasn’t strong at all. But the vivid expression on her face made him take a few steps back. She looked like she believed she could take him!
“Don’t touch me, teme yarou,” she hissed. “No one touches me.”
Undeterred, Hiei looked at her calmly. “Then what about that little incident on the training ground?”
A snarl escaped her lips. “That was a breach of my rules. A costly mistake on my part.” She stood, trying to brush past him, but he stopped her and grabbed her wrist. She growled deep in her throat and tipped her head to look up at him, her expression deadly. It was then he knew how she learned how to limit herself with her preventive rules. The same way he had learned to distance himself everyone. Through long torment and harsh lessons. He remembered her words about dodging beer bottles and he felt his gaze soften. Angel was an…interesting girl and she piqued his interest. Who was she to challenge him? He was so much stronger than her… But she lashed out at him, hit him, and he let her go, without killing her or harming her. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
They stood like that until the sun sank below the horizon, casting deep shadows through the room, he hand gripping her wrist and the tiny girl staring up at him, the anger leeching from her expression as she looked up at him. He stared down at her, confusion making his mind race. The dark really did make her look like a demon, her eyes so full of age old hurt that no ningen could possibly possess them. It was then he made a critical decision. One that would change everything.
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Kikoe~ Erm, I’m gonna stop here I guess… 6 pages on MSWorks
Pingpong~ Well, it kinda doesn’t make sense…
Kikoe~ >_< That’s because you commandeered my fic and my computer to “tweak” it!
Pingpong~ You need your own muse to argue with, you do know that?
Kikoe~ I have one, but she’s terrorizing the YYH Gang right now!
Tanashii~ DDDIIIEEEEEE!!!!! *chasing the YYH guys with a random weapon*
Kikoe~ I think she’ll be a good person to keep the order… Anywho, review you mean readers! I live on reviews! I like to get email too, and flames are all right with me, because I need something to fuel my muse’s rants against me ever being an author…
Pingpong~ She’s incredibly complacent. She tried to settle fights and LOVES flames… Weirdo onna…. To the translations! Tanashii!
Tanashii~ *bows*
Translations~
Baka~ Roughly “idiot”
Onna~ Woman, duh
Teme~ A very insulting form of “you”
Yarou~ Well, “teme yarou” means “you bastard” so I guess you could translate this as “bastard”
Ningen~ “Human”
Makai~ Demon World
Some other words I will most likey use:
Chibi~ Little, small
Tenshi~ Angel
Shizuka ni~ Shut up
Youkai~ Demon
Koorime~ Ice Maiden
Hiruiseki~ Those neat little tear gems Hiei and Yukina cry
Hanyou~ Half demon
Gomen~ Sorry
Hayaku~ Hurry up!