Day 29: Courtyard

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Hiei easily grew sick of the same walls--not to mention the same idiots always within those walls--and while not perfect, the chance to go outside was better than lingering in the boundaries of that damned prison. So when the chance came, the demon was quick to leap on it, heading outside almost quick enough to make a nurse wonder if he was attempting escape.

Almost.

But there were things Hiei had to take care of before he left this place, and first came sorting through his thoughts. Kurama was gone; the demon was sure of it, even without the use of his Jagan. The fox was one of the people Hiei was closest to, one of the few Hiei would admit being close to, and his presence weighed heavily on the demon, nearly as heavy as his absence.

It made him angry, that Kurama had vanished. Be it by escape or some other circumstance (which Hiei barely considered possible, only by his own refusal), the fox should be there with him, fighting with him. That was how they worked, supposedly. As a team.

Now Hiei would have to do without. And he would be fine with that, eventually. For now it was annoying, but that would pass. Perhaps quicker with a nap, and the demon moved under one of the trees. He didn't care that it was colder in the shade; his contrasting origins mixed with his stubbornness kept the weather from bothering him too much. Closing his eyes, he relaxed against the bark, as much as he could given the circumstances, and hoped for a lack of bothering.

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Kikyo arched his brow at Omi's reply. All. Kikyo knew nothing of Ran's life as 'Aya,' and certainly he would never hear it directly from him. But he did know one thing... he had ascended the ranks, just as he had wanted to. Kikyo had taunted him about it when Aya had come for him that rainy winter's day. In the clash of blade upon blade, he could feel how much the youth had changed.

But his dying eyes had not deceived him. Ran was still in there behind that cold facade, even after he'd run his sword through him. He said he had no more compassion, but that was not true. And even now, the boy wanted to protect his 'teammates' from the one person who had betrayed him most cruelly.

With a steady gaze, Kikyo studied the features of Omi's face. If this young man was one of Ran's team - a killer - then there was someone out there even crueler than himself. For who would do such a thing to a child?

"Don't you?" he said with a pale smile. Young people were always so eager to grow up. Some grew up faster than they should. "It is because they love you."

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Your family doesn't love you.

He bit his lip, taking a shaky breath and banishing all such thoughts from his mind. It took more effort than he would have liked. If he was Omi...

No.

He closed his eyes, trying to find a center of calm, and when he opened them again, it was more Bombay than Omi that glanced back at Kikyo, that unnatural calm and confidence in his own skills that no teenager should really be able to claim. "They should know better by now."

It was probably even odds whether he was talking about them protecting him or loving him. Because Kritiker would and had done such a thing to a child. Not that Omi would ever blame them for it. It was just who he was. He just sometimes wondered why the others couldn't see that.