Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ My Crimson Eyed Angel ❯ My Crimson Eyed Angel ( Chapter 1 )

My Crimson Eyed Angel

Mr. Tarukano carried his daughter in his arms, as silent tears began to flow down his cheeks. He had been so afraid. One moment, his little Misako had been by his side as they walked towards their house, and the next the only thing beside him was the chilling autumn air. He had looked for a good two hours when he found her in the middle of the park staring up at the sky. The night had been dark, and even the street lamps couldn't chase away the shadows that lurked around every corner. The only aid was brought by the stars and the moon, shining down, competing with the lights of civilization. Finding Misako had been one of the happiest moments in his life, after he lost his wife he became even more devoted to his daughter than before.

He had ran to her, his arms open as he called out her name, relief flowing through his veins. But Misako sat their still gazing at the sky, her back turned to her father. It was then that Mr. Tarukano became worried. He ran even faster towards his daughter, trying to see if she was even conscious. He put his hand on her shoulder gently, fearing for her welfare.

"Misako, speak to me Misako." His voice was frightened and hesitant.

The little girl turned slowly around, a bright smile on her face as their surroundings bathed in the moonlight. "I met an angel."

Mr. Tarukano's eyes widened. "An angel?"

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Now, Misako and her father sat in her bedroom. She had been ranting on about her guardian angel the entire walk home. The window was left open and her cherry red curtains billowed in the soft breeze.

"He saved me Daddy! He did!" The little girl's hair shook wildly as she

tried her best to persuade her father to believe her words.

Mr. Tarukano gently laid his daughter's head on the soft pillow as he tucked her in. Misako's long caramel tresses spread out across her pillow. It reminded him of her mother.

"Your angel?" He asked. He had become much more relaxed now that his daughter was safe.

She shook her head, eyes full of innocence as she spoke, "Yes! My guardian angel. He saved me Daddy, from the monsters when I lost you!"

Misako's father didn't believe a word she spoke, but didn't want to dampen her spirit. So instead, he played along, looking eager and nodding his head at the appropriate times. "What did she look like?"

Misako stuck out her tongue, "My angel was a boy! Not all angels are girls Daddy!" She shook her head indignantly at her father's supposed ignorance.

Mr. Tarukano just chuckled as he eyed his daughter. Apparently, she was prepared to defend the good name of her 'Angel' at any time.

"Gomen, Misako-chan. What did he look like?" He asked, a teasing hint to his voice, that his daughter luckily missed.

The seven year-old's eyes lit up, the flecks of hazel pulsating with excitement and remembrance. "He was beautiful Daddy! His hair stood up just like a flame and it was the most amazing black! It even had white and blue streaks in it. His eyes were the bestest part though! They were the prettiest red ever!"

"I didn't know angels had red eyes or colored hair."

"Mine does." Misako stated evenly.

"How red were his eyes?" Mr. Tarukano asked, taking note of his daughter's remarkably detailed imagination.

"They were like fire or rubies, but they were beautiful. I knew he was there to save me. I knew he was an angel." Misako's voice rang through the house with her conviction.

A silence settled in as Mr. Tarukano studied his daughter's eyes. They were filled with something indescribable. She sat there smiling, unafraid of what had happened, just eager to tell her story. "So what happened Misako? After we were separated, I mean. Why did you leave?"

"I heard music. I couldn't help but follow it. My legs kept moving and moving, but I couldn't speak. I think I fell asleep." Misako shut her eyes tightly trying to remember the details. "I don't know where I went. But I woke up when I got there."

"How could you have fallen asleep when you were walking?" Mr. Tarukano was puzzled. Was this really just her imagination?

"I don't know, but when I got there I woke up. There were monsters Daddy! They weren't pretty like my angel; they were ugly. They were evil; I could feel it. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. I was stuck to the ground, like in the movie theaters when I get gum on the bottom of my shoes."

"Why didn't you yell for help?"

"I couldn't talk. They were going to eat me. I heard them talking. They said they were going to eat my spirit."

"What?!" Shouted her father in bewilderment.

Misako shook her head, "Yup. They were drooling too. It was yucky."

"Weren't you afraid?"

"I was…but I'm not anymore. My angel will protect me now. They were just about to eat me when something dark came by and the monsters fell screaming. I was scared at first, until I saw him. I stopped screaming when I saw him. He didn't smile, but he didn't try to eat me. I was scared Daddy, not of him, but of the monsters. I was scared they'd come back to get me."

"Did he talk to you?"

"Yes. He didn't talk much. But he asked if I was okay. I told him my name too."

~*Flashback*~

The dark figure stood strong in the thin moonlight. His crimson eyes peered through the darkness, piercing the young hazel ones. The little girl didn't scream, she had stopped actually, and she stared him down. Her fragile body stopped shaking, even the chilling wind failed to make her lithe body quiver. Her eyes stayed fix on him, waiting to see what was next.

"Are you okay?" His voice was gruff, not mean, and not overflowing with kindness, but to her ears it was like the song of paradise.

Misako didn't speak; she nodded her head. She didn't step back when he strode toward her, his stride even and purposeful. And she didn't protest when he gathered her in his arms and jumped high into the autumn atmosphere.

He could feel her tighten her grip on him. He carried her as if he were cradling a child, the way Keiko and Yusuke had carried their new baby, the way Yukina carried it as she sang it to sleep with her sweet voice, lulling it to a releasing slumber.

"I-I'm Misako…" She waited for him to take notice of her. His eyes darted down. He gazed thoughtfully into her eyes. They were so innocent, so similar to his sister's.

"Hiei." That was all he said for the rest of the time, but he silently listened to her thoughts.

Misako hugged him tighter, not only because she was afraid to fall, she knew he would catch her, because she trusted him as much as she trusted her father. *He's an angel…my guardian angel. Mommy always said I had one, and here he is* Misako noted his appearance, his voice, his comforting presence, but she didn't notice how his eyes widened in surprise as that thought passed through her head.

~*End Flashback*~

"How did you get to the park?" Mr. Tarukano asked anxiously. He wanted to know more; he was starting to wonder if this had actually happened. Misako hadn't been one to make things up. And his wife had believed in the supernatural…

"He flew me there. He flew over the buildings and left me in the park."

"Did he have wings?"

"No. Hiei didn't need wings. He's special."

"Hiei? You know his name?"

Misako nodded vigorously as she idly toyed with a lock of her hair. "He told me his name."

"Where did he go after he left you in the park?"

Misako cast her eyes down, "I-I don't know. But I know he'll be watching me. I know."

Her father sighed. "You should get to sleep Misako. You have school in the morning. Good night, sweet dreams." Mr. Tarukano gave Misako a peck on the cheek and closed the door behind him as he dismissed the fact that there was any chance that Misako's story could be true.

Misako waited, her eyes open as she stare up at the ceiling, wondering about where her angel could be at that moment. Then she realized she had forgotten to thank him. She jumped out of bed quickly, and tiptoed softly as she made her way to the open window. She stared out at the tree in her front yard. Her senses were dulled with impending sleep. Before she slipped into unconsciousness, she said, barely above a whisper, " Thank you Hiei. Aishiteru, sweet dreams…" Her eyes had already drifted closed, missing the retreating shadow from the branches of the oak tree.

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It was Monday afternoon. Misako walked home from her school with a few of her friends. It was the first day of second grade, a little over a year after her encounter with her 'Angel'. Her father was skeptical, dismissing it as a mere figment of imagination, but Misako knew better. She had never talked to her guardian after he had saved her, but many times, she saw beautiful crimson eyes, burning more gracefully than the gift of fire, until they disappeared into darkness. She caught a glimpse of fleeting shadows on multiple nights. She knew he was still keeping an eye on her. She didn't tell anyone else about it, but only because no one asked.

She could feel his presence again, his red eyes were somewhere, and she stopped for a moment to search, completely forgetting her impatient comrades.

"Misako, stop daydreaming. Are you coming?" Complained Ami. She tugged on Misako's sleeve pulling her away from her reverie. Misako turned away and walked along obediently.

"What were you staring at before?" Kioko asked, her voice filled to the brim with concern for her friend.

"I was looking for my angel." She answered simply.

Ami shook her head, "You're insane." She laughed good-naturedly and even harder when Misako and Kioko joined in.

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Mr. Tarukano still tucked his daughter in, and tonight she had been captured by sleep a little later than normal. He carried Misako's warm body to her bedroom and tucked her in. His daughter didn't stir. He gazed at her sleeping form, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest strangely reminded him of that story. The one he had believed to be made up about an angel with red eyes. He chuckled as he moved to the open window to close it. He closed his eyes and breathed in the humid summer air, and slowly opened them. He gasped as he caught a glance of crimson orbs, which were as beautiful as they were mysterious, undoubtedly the eyes of Misako's angel.

A/N: ^_^ Hey, it's Cellar Door,! Soooooo…. I hope you like it. And you can always let me know if you do by reviewing! Please know that flames are welcome, and so is criticism! I'm very optimistic and I take both fairly well, but try to use polite words please! I just thought of this one night before I went to sleep and I was like: "YES! IT'S THE PERFECT IDEA FOR A STORY!!!!!"

I just thought it would be cool to write a fic from the point of view of someone who did not know the Rekai Tantei or Hiei. This is just a normal seven year-old ningen girl who saw Hiei in a different light than others. Anyways, please review, don't just leave without letting me know if you love it or hate it!

By the way, I had to repost this because I messed this up and I'm not used to mediaminer…I came here from fanfiction.