9YS- I broke my foot so I've been a bit behind on everything. I want to get this up as soon as possible. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Lacy, just Kiara.
Kiara's POV (Key-yar-ra):
Seven Minutes and Thirty-Two seconds.
It only took Lacy seven minutes and thirty two seconds to beat me into the ground and have me swallow my shame. I have never been timed for a match of any match; I was often expected to go down quickly if in one, and I often didn't go down when they anticipated. If I had ever to do so I wouldn't have noticed my time, no one would have, there was nothing to ridicule me with.
I'm for certain, however, if the match were to ever be a timed match it would mock me the same as the numbers mock me now. The words weren't there, but I could hear it in my head:
It only took her seven minutes and thirty-two second to beat you? Is that what you've learn from these two years away from the home? I had not only lost, but I had done it so promptly. If you are to act worthless you should be killed, you should have been left behind for Sir to finish you.
I have disgraced my biding, I have disgraced my master, and I have disgraced myself. I was useless and my 7 million dollar bid had gone down so fast to an amount of 900 dollars. I was clearly not living up to my potentials of what they had in mind.
The unconsciousness was seeping through my body. I was not to be let off so lightly. All along for whatever amount of time had passed in between, I was left in a dark abyss with the numbers 7:32 in big different colored neon lights, like in the city of Tokyo.
Compassion? Concern or kindness? Right? I'm use to feeling uncompassionate and being around cold and distant people. That's why it's so odd to be around Yuusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama, Lacy, and the others.
I suppose I got caught up in the idea that when I came to live with Yuusuke those distant and cold people would disappear. I wanted to lose every thought of reality; only the nice ones are to be in my life from that point on.
When I fought on missions I don't believe I was there, I never realized what I was doing. I just did it and so I never noticed the rage and iciness of my opponents.
T.R.A.D.E had fought me down mentally and physically, and dragging me back into the world I so desperately crawled out of. This match had been a sharp kick in the ass to make me realize I was back and I cannot take my new life back into my past, the rules of the two worlds didn't apply to one another.
If Sachio were to beat me, I would prepare. Failure was not an option. If you are to be victorious you do not act so conceded or you would be beaten. If you were to lose you were to be beaten, there was no clear way out of a slap or a punch.
"Get up," hissed the words of which I were certain of Sir's, but when said again had a much younger sound to it. Sachio? As if it were a school day I twitched in the order and mumbled something I wasn't even sure of what I had said. I clenched my fist as if I was scrunching in all my bones and in between my palm and fingers were sand.
I opened my eyes with a confused look and only raising my head a few inches off the ground as I poured the sand out of my hand. "Neh," I said not even sure if I would constitute it as a word. Getting a sharp pain in my head I sat up Indian style and dusted off my hands rubbing my head.
It was cold in the small room where I was in, look like a shed the only light coming out of the slits in the ground, and the floor was filled with sand. The sand was also dark as far as I could see, not the type of color sand you would find in a sandbox. I was up against the wooden wall and above me stood Sachio holding a lantern.
"Sachio?" I asked raising an eyebrow as if questioning his angered expression and his quietness all at once. I knew what the problem was, but the staring made me question why he wasn't saying anything. Apparently actions speak louder then words.
I was sent farther into the corner as Sachio held his fist in the same place of where my stomach took place. I kneeled over on my knees and began to throw up as he continued the lecture and set the lantern down. "So you are human," mocked Sachio as if being human was a sin. (Oh I had forgotten here it was.)
I struggled to get on my feet again, but I had fallen on top of a rock hidden underneath the sand. I felt my knees slightly bleeding and stinging from the sharp impact, but I apologized to them mentally and got back up. My eyes searched in the slight darkness for Sachio.
Sachio, like my drunken father, staggered over to me putting his hand as if to send another punch, I turned awaiting the hit and it came to my face this time sending my nose into a bleeding fit. "It's Master, to you, bitch." I held my nose in my sleeve as it soaked through it, around my arm, and on to my pants.
Putting my hands up to my nose was a mistake because I had rubbed it with my sleeve, which made my cheeks, and underneath my eyes to have bright blood stains. As I performed this try to rub off the blood Sachio crammed my face in between his pointer finger and his thumb.
I can't help it, nowadays, everything the way people touch me or talk to me, I relate to Sir. I'm trying so hard to forget my past, but how do you forget something that affects your future? Sachio looked like the way Sir would look at me to tell if I was lying. I avoided the look at Sachio and unlike Sir he didn't force me to look at him, he found it disgraceful to look at me.
"Well, well," Sachio continued to coon as if he cared, "we sure showed them tonight, didn't we?"
I stayed there looking in far, right, bottom corner as if my gaze would burn a hole through the wood. The only thought of my mind was Lacy. How could she betray me like that? How? What had I done to her? Maybe I said something, maybe I-
"You little asshole," Sachio said throwing my head back into the wall and having me slid down the wall. "No wonder your father beat you, you're a disgrace to all of us and deserved to be punished for being so god damn weak. I should leave you here for the C class demons to eat your organs and skin as if you were nothing."
"Then do it," I said angrily, "if I'm worth nothing then you should leave me here." Sachio turned at me like I had said the most atrocious thing in the world, "Leave you?" Sachio scoffed placing his hand on the wall the one I thought he would turn around and hit me with; he placed it above my head, "Leave you here!? You may not be good at anything, but I will make you be good at things."
Supposedly what he said before about the C class demons was not to be taken literally.
I closed my eyes and buried them into my knees. Sachio growled, "Stop acting like this, and get the hell up! Now!" Sit, Stay, Fetch, Go, and Heel. When did my life become confined of dog? Still like a loyal dog I stood up.
I am a dog, I said to myself. No matter how many times anyone beats me, no matter how many times I'm insulted I'll stay by you and when I curl up and die I will still feel like I'll still feel like I was the one who let you down.
"You know," Sachio said rubbing his temples. "I could kick your ass right now if I wanted too." Why did people need to inform what they couldn't or could do? What purpose did that have exactly? Its as if saying 'Sorry—I could do this, because I don't feel like it.' Lazy jackasses.
Nonetheless I let Sachio finish his sentence, "Get the hell out of my sight, I don't want to see your repulsive face," that wasn't a new line, I get it I'm ugly "let the fans and streets beat you, I'm to tired too."
I stood there as if having his words were merely a lie I wanted his full consent to do so. He looked at me with glazed over eyes almost as if he had been crying. Just how much was on this bidding, again? Did I embarrass him? He put so much faith that I could win for years, he only wanted me, and I did this too him? It wasn't as if Sachio was such a bad Master, but it wasn't as if he was great. He allowed so much freedom and I was to ask little question about it. If told do something, I do it and my payment would be light beatings. Was he trying to get through me mentally?
"Damnit," Sachio finally growled pointing his finger outside the shed door that led into a field of dirt, "Get out my sight!"
As if splashed with water on my face, I blinked my eyes a few time and ran out the door only looking back once as Sachio slammed the door behind me.
Lacy's POV:
I wanted to ask Tanake so many questions that I knew he couldn't possibly have the intelligence to answering too. Was it worth it Tanake? Was it worth it to fight my friend and betray her? Who was I? What have I become?
Even as the fans cheered my name, and I saw Kiara crumple into the ground arguing with her for being like this, I felt no remorse to kill her in that instant. I felt overpowered by my dark, inner demons in my soul.
Kiara was a good fighter, before this summer, we trained a lot together. I had endurance and I knew how to dodge much better then she knew, which was ironic for both our backgrounds. Kiara was easily sickened during the winter, but she continued to fight, her spirit was nothing I couldn't ever amount up too.
My attacks were intelligently used; I made calculations and counted steps to when I should attack. Needless to say, when I was first brought among my powers Kurama was the one to teach me. Hiei taught Kiara so she lacked in plans and intelligence, but her constant, yet random, attacks were enough to disturb my plans.
Kiara had a more powerful hit then I did, she put all her energy into her attacks as I put all my energy into my thoughts. Therefore, Kiara was a better fighter.
I was a good defender, but I wasn't going to get anywhere with defense, so in the spring Kiara and I began to switch roles as I taught her how to defend and she taught me how to attack. We became nearly inseparable.
We made an amazing team and Kiara admitted I had far surpassed her, but that's how it worked with friends. You think your nothing and the other friend is amazing when she thinks your amazing and she's nothing. She said never to call her a better fighter we were equals.
With all the training Kiara and I had done that spring she told me her weakness and I failed to tell her mine, I never got the chance too. I was fascinated with Kiara's weakness and maybe my demon side wanted to know for when the time did come, when we had to fight one another. I promised myself though that I would never attack Kiara in that way, I knew how deadly it was to her and how hard she has been trying to overcome it. Three months later—I had done exactly what I said I wouldn't.
"Beloved," said Tanake, far up ahead in the market place. He looked at me confused and then turned back waving his hand ordering me to follow. I must have stopped walking into a daze. People shrilled and gasped as I walked by, but as usual I ignored their stupid adoring.
The market place has a large dirt path with run-down, condemned, or fairly dusty buildings that sold outfits, trading cards, food, weapons, bars, and stuff like that. A lot of people lived on the outskirts of this village.
In the center of the village was a large fountain and behind the fountain was a windscreen TV showing the fights lives, since it was hard to get a seat. I was never sure how many demons and dealers lived in these villages, but those of whom I met gleefully and persistently adored me. The village was about 20 miles away from the camps where the traded children stayed.
I followed Tanake who boasted on about how he won the fight as fans asked him in the streets. With each fan, the story got more intense and exaggerated each time. From the story we told one fan, I had supposedly gotten her down with one blow, Tanake ignored Kiara's several dodging beforehand. The time never changed though—I beat Kiara in seven minutes and thirty two seconds.
While Tanake munched in food of all sorts and I ate a dumpling I was so graciously given. We sat at the water fountain edge as Tanake attracted many people and continued to go on and on about the great victory. I didn't see the greatness; I was the champion, wasn't I? This should have been probable. I ate silently.
As Tanake got to the part of where I stabbed Kiara I became infuriated, Kiara was being taken as a joke, a fool and I wouldn't stand for such a charade. Even if she were my enemy, no enemy of mine would be so foolishly verbally beaten down. Kiara's knows so much of that already.
"Tanake!" I glared at him as my fists clenched and everyone must have backed up a step or two. "You've bragged long enough, shut up."
"Eh?" Tanake said leaning over me and going to reach my face, I raised my hand to stop him, "You've got something to say, pet?"
"Do not underestimate the one they call Broken Angel, you've yet to see what she can do. Stop this travesty." I had sounded so odd the way my words were said, but to get to him, I had to speak in a way that he would understand.
"When did you start lecturing me, pet," Tanake asked in a pissed off voice as if my punishment for acting like this was a cool thing to do in front of his friends and admirers. Why was it so cool? If you saw how Tanake disciplined me, they could learn how to train their 'pets' and possibly have a chance to win, right?
A man maybe around the age of his late 20's and early 30's who had been eagerly listening to Tanake suddenly grabbed Tanake's arm. He tugged on it and muttered, "Broken Angel approaches, sir." In the T.R.A.D.E. camp if you did not own a child you were a low-life and everyone who did have one was higher standards then you, therefore you address those who do have a child as Sir or Ma'am.
Kiara was waking alone, which is a dangerous thing to do without your master. She had her hands swinging in front of her, her shirt was stained in blood, but she went on as if this amount of blood was normal. Her hair was almost all the way out, and on her pants was mud that showed when she walked they were too long for her.
She was looking at all the buildings and trying to ignore all the insults as she passed. They yelled 'you bitch, go home' and 'you're a disgrace to all of us!' Tanake who pushed through the crowd, who everyone terrifyingly moved after the first hand motion from Tanake, yelled. "Well! Look who decided to show up!"
What a wonderful introduction. Wasn't it? I stayed behind Tanake with my hands glued to my side waiting for Kiara's eyes to reach mine. She stood there overpowered by Tanake's height, but her eyes forced fire in them as if she was ready to fight. Silence. Tanake growled and bent down,
"You've got a lot of nerve showing your face around here as if you're worth something! Where's you god damn master? Hm?"
Kiara looked over at me for a moment as if questioning why I wasn't saying anything. Doesn't she know? If I spoke and made a disdained my Master I would be hurled into beatings. Did that sound selfish? I lingered the right time to take Kiara away from here.
"I don't think, that's any of your concern," Kiara said flatly. The crowd muttered and questioned one another why Kiara was having such an attitude. I stepped one-foot foreword, and gulped. Tanake don't hit her.
"Seems like he didn't punish you enough," Tanake growled raising his hand, "I'll finish the job!"
I ran towards Tanake as I went to go grab his arm. "Tanake don't!" Not only was this bad to do because deep down I still considered Kiara my friend, but it was against the law. If you are not the child's master you weren't allowed to touch her unless given approval of the child's master.
Everyone did it however, everyone beat other people's children, but it wasn't allowed. Sort of like how everyone warns people, with their headlights, there is a cop up the street. No one was allowed too, but the majority of the population did so.
Out of nowhere Sachio had come, his hair swayed in the wind and his hand caught Tanake's arm in mid-air. Sachio's eyes tested between life of devils and saints. He glared evilly, "Best keep your hands to yourself, Tanake."
Tanake stood there releasing his arm from Sachio's arm and muttered under his breath, "Go to hell." Sachio gave me one glance before turning his back, "Lets go Broken," he said being too lazy to pronounce the Angel part. Or maybe, he didn't think she was much of an angel. She followed him accordingly not even looking up at me.
"Wait," I said quietly that would have clearly not been heard by anyone but myself. Actually Kiara was the only one who heard me. I let go of Tanake's arm and stepped foreword, "Can I please talk to Kiara alone for a few?"
The crowd gave a small murmur and everyone was a bit shocked by my question. I know Kiara and I were viewed enemies, but behind the scenes even if Kiara was confused if we were friends or not, I still considered her my friend.
To make sure she was safe, I'd have to detach her thoughts of our friendship, I had too. Sachio pointed his pointer finger at me with it shaking slightly, " State your terms."
"To speak, merely." I said plainly looking at Kiara trying to get her to fight for this privilege. She got the hint and stood in front of Sahcio now, "Please Sach-Master, just a minute. I promise I will come right back."
Sachio and Tanake looked at one another, Tanake growled under his breath with his arms crossed, "You've got 5 minutes." Kiara who stood halfway between Sachio and Tanake, watched me for a moment if not sure where to go. I ran over to her, seizing her fragile arm and dragging her behind me.
This reminds me so much of our pasts when we were late for school; I would always drag Kiara behind. Only when we were running to school the tension was of the tiredness and this time the tension was because of betrayal. I dragged her into an alley somewhere not too far from the fountain and we both tried to catch our breaths.
Similar to the way I was thinking, before I put Kiara into the ground, I muttered 'Forgive me Kiara. Forgive me' For I was officially at this point, going to tear Kiara apart and make her believe that our friendship was nothing. Maybe this was selfish or maybe not. Tanake…Who was I? What have I become?
Reader's POV:
The alley was dark, but still light enough for shadow demons to fear this particular alleyway. Kiara sat on a wooden crate filled with packages of sugar and flour that the building next to them used to make pastries of all sorts.
Lacy sat against the brick wall that had numerous amount of graffiti in odd and weird language of which Lacy was sure no one would be able to read. A ladder was folded up and against the corner of the alley, pipes and wires let out smelly and mucky old water. They were only given 5 minutes and somehow even though they both had to say so much they found themselves in impeccable silence
Oddly enough the one who wasn't even sure what to say, Kiara, had started, "Lacy—I don't think we should be here."
Lacy who was still in the moment trying to catch her breath looked at Kiara, how tiny Kiara looked nowadays and Lacy couldn't help, but wonder if she too looked just as tiny. She thought of all the countless meals Lacy had to miss to pay for her failures before becoming the champ, "What do you mean?" Lacy said as if old time sakes "I want to let you know were still friends."
Kiara was known for her fire and to come along with that, her fire attitude. "What the hell are you talking about," Kiara said rudely "Friends? You think were friends?"
"Kiara, I understand your angry," Lacy tried to ditch her thoughts of hurting Kiara and explain her plans, but she knew from the beginning Kiara wouldn't understand her plans anyway.
"Angry?" Kiara asked throwing her hand back and stepping foreword, "I'm god damn pissed! You attacked me with my weakness! I could have died!"
There was no way Kiara was to ever understand Lacey's plans to get out of her and tell the others about this. Kiara had ultimately thought that she was using Kiara as a decoy to get out, therefore why changed an already set mind. That's like trying to move a car with one person, its just too difficult.
"You better start living up to your standards, Kiara," Lacy said bitterly with a sudden change of thought, "If you are to ever beat me."
"Why prove something?" Kiara said narrowing her eyes as if being smart "That we know I can do. I don't need to prove myself." Kiara had certainty grown an ego overtime and perhaps that was from the constant reassurance from the others and Lacy. Kiara thought she was nothing they convinced her she was something and thus gave birth to Kiara's big ego.
Lacy was only a year older then Kiara, though both in the same grade and Lacy had always been better in school. Kiara never had the drive to work so hard, and Lacy towards the end had gotten bored enough with school, so she allowed her grades to drop.
"My, my Kiara, I didn't think it was possible but you have gotten even more stupid, over these past months. You say you don't want to prove it? Or maybe—you know you can't, I've never used your weakness against you, which is the reason you've beat me so often, but now that I have, you shrivel up in fear and say you don't want to even fight me."
Kiara who stood there as if lost in the long paragraph Lacy said, "What do you care? You've got fans and your master, fortune, he must have really punished you to get you this far." Kiara wasn't even sure if what she said had made complete sense, but she had tried to back it up.
Lacy put her head down and began to argue with herself that if this route was the best route to go by, this would make Kiara and Lacy so angry towards one another. So much hostility drawn out, not an ounce of kindness, this was the only way.
"Your father clearly didn't beat you enough, since you're still an ungrateful bitch," Lacy said utterly.
Kiara paused for a moment catching her breath and wondering if attacking her was the right thing. You could see her fist shaking, but she didn't attempt to hit her. Lacy was right, Kiara was afraid because Lacy had used ice against her and now it terrified Kiara. Instead of hitting her Kiara began to walk away past Lacy,
"I bet your asshole of a master fucked you up pretty bad to turn against everyone who accepted you. He doesn't accept you, just like your parents didn't."
With that last sentence from Kiara at that instant Lacy grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, growling and spitting out words,
"You are just jealous! You've always been jealous of me! You didn't want me around when I came with you and Yuusuke on missions. You wanted to be the only one and now that I've finally found a place where people adore me, you're jealous! Listen up, you piece of dogsht, your father beat you for a reason, you did bad things, you killed your mother! Your mother—your mother probably killed herself because of you!"
For a moment it was silent, the whole word shook, but no noise was made. Was this all happening? Was this feeling in Kiara's body really tensing up by the minute? The only words that muttered in Kiara's mind was killing kill herKiara's demon is too powerful even for her father, the only one too stop her demon was herself and so Kiara tried to shut it up before it let loose.
Throwing Lacy back into the wall and over the box crates into the mud, Kiara turned, the alley got darker, and darkness from the rainstorm clouds coming up overhead had caused it. The only thing in color were their faces that half of was already being unseen by the dark coming, Kiara's bright blue eyes glared into Lacy's as she turned to leave.
"My mother is dead. Lets get that out, she's dead. I don't have a father, for the record, and Lacy?"
Lacy looked up, stepping up from out of the puddle. She couldn't believe how hard that push was, usually Lacy would see such a thing. Kiara's eyes bright blue eyes met with Lacy's similar color eyes, only a bit darker. Lacy didn't even ask what or anything, their eyes just met meaning for Kiara to continue.
"No one stays number one forever," Kiara said quietly.
Lacy smirked and then cocked her head, "You best to heed those words. Does this mean you'll put up a fight next time?"
Kiara nodded only once and then turned her back as Lacy got up slipping her shoe back on and rubbing her face. As the rain came the girls realized what this meant from now on. They couldn't be friends, they couldn't see each other more the enemies. They must fight and win so that in the future they will have a re-match testing their true potential.
On Lacy's side she planned to get out before the match, everything was working. Kiara would become number 1 because she will think that she would be getting a rematch, and her master wouldn't beat her any longer due to all the success.
Lacy would slowly decline her importance slipping into the lowest of the low fighters as she took beatings of her master, her master will sell her to an idiot for that's who she would deserve at the time, and they she will escape to find Yuusuke and the others, tell them of this camp, and they will save Kiara. What a plan, what a plan, but she must hurt Kiara to do so.
Kiara saw this as a re-match she didn't want to be shown as a mockery to anyone, she has experienced that too many times in her past. As Kiara head over to Sachio she let the shadows cover her eyes and she looked down as if not worthy. She muttered,
"If she wants betrayal, then betrayed she will be."
YS- I'm sorry this took me so long to get up! I really think I made Lacy sound too evil, but Lacy is really just there to get her and Kiara out, it's a plan. Hee-Hee. It's a bit of a short chapter and I planned to have an YYH boy moment, but I will have to do that next time. Enjoy!