Whisper's Innuendo PART THREE

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3. Forced into Contact3

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(((Last Time:::...)))5

You couldn’t fall under now, to make way to the black that tugged at your mind would leave you at this twisted demon’s mercy, you couldn’t allow that. The prospect frightened you, but you were too tired to fight it, and had no choice but to cave and allow the sleep to claim your pathetic body, already curling in to accept the defeat thrust upon the weakening frame.6

All these mutilated realities and unrealistic truths just too much for a human such as yourself to handle in a few hours... or even a few years. You sank into a fuzzy oblivion, only conscious of being dropped carelessly back on your bed... and the shadowy demon as it escaped your hazy vision... you let the release of sleep entice you away from the reality, where you would be kept safe... for now.7

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(((This Time:::...)))9

‘It was just a dream... a... dream...10

A... a... a dream, or... nightmare; I must... ... ...11

Believe myself.’12

Flashes of self-created memories left over from the demented abyss of a mind; 13

...Yours. 14

Murders and red eyed monsters haunting you; lifeless corpses, more then recognizable and pale with twisted expressions and shattered fingertips outstretched, as if grasping out for your hand, pleading for your help, even realizing it was too late.15

Nightmares... 16

All of these fragmented pictures behind the eye, just a mortifying bedtime story made up in the darker part of your oppressed soul, beckoning you to open up and pour out the inky black from your heart onto the bed, spilling it everywhere to stain all like the horrible mess it was; oily stains characteristic and recognizible to others, thrown harshly into the fray to be eaten away torturously slow by the acidic mess...17

“Just... just... a dream?”18

Your hoarse voice whispered shakily, almost indiscerable in the thickened air, as your body pulled itself forcefully upright, still shivering and coated densely with a layer of cold sweat as you shifted yourself gradually from your created world of dark sleep;19

...and into the real world, where you rightfully belonged.20

For as long as you could rememberyou had never ‘dreamed’. Only, and always, fatastically grotesque nightmares... except, they came rarely, or more likely then the latte; were hardly ever remembered.21

Perhaps they were what evoked the paranoia that clouded your senses during the day as you went about your business each and every day in the most awkwardly careful manner. 22

The fear in the back of your mind, lodged in from fresh sleep... never having really quite faded, leaving small slivers behind, gradually turning you more and more pathetic and weakened as days, weeks, and months slid by, sometimes almost leaving you behind without warning.23

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...24

Or maybe it was just making you perfectly careful, as if preparing you for some future confrontation, so you wouldn’t die from it, so you could be capable of survival at some later time...25

Not that you believed in premonitions, seeing them as merely coincidences, or perhaps things guessed based on clues you didn’t consciously register; inferences adding up to some form of truth you might not have otherwise realized.26

So your beliefs would generally force you to rule out such possibilities... only, you didn’t rule them out. 27

You clung to them like the piteous, whiny thing you were; as if somehow grasping that there was a reason, made your fears more applicable, so you could feel less hatred towards yourself for your own neurotic tendencies, warping your actions through and through everyday life, woven tightly about your fingertips so you could be controlled by your fears, like a puppet, dangled on this unbreakable threads like wires, biting deeply into your flesh so the wine currents could cascade in beautiful gore to the wooden floors, glittering back up at you when the light shone just right behind your eyes.28

You shakily got to your feet, your body paled considerably from the audacious temperament of your mind before you had drifted off to sleep last night; you generally were not affected as badly as you were now, but this dream...29

It had just seemed... so real.. So vividly exuded from your mind, that you could recall every detail in the order you had seen them as the nightmare slowly resurfaced, happily pressing replay on your mind... corpses... demons... red eyes that were filled with hatred and pain that filtered through your body like sand paper, corrosively rubbing hard against each fiber of your being painfully... yet in such a way you didn’t bleed.30

The baritone of the voice of this terrible demon, just recalling it... made shivers go down your spine, and your knees go weak; you pushed these nightmarish thoughts aside, glancing out the window as you opened the drapes to see it was noon.31

“I slept in...” you said softly to yourself; “I...I... I’m late for work.”32

“...May as well just stay home then...” you spoke again after a few moments, and then inexplicably began to shiver again, as if your body sensed something you didn’t, as was warning you. 33

You swung your head out, looking around quietly with anxiety in your eyes; gleaming wet with worry and uncertainty that almost always seemed to cloud them when you were alone.34

You kicked yourself mentally and laughed shakily nervous when you realized no one was there at all, as the case always was with you, and then decided a nice shower would calm your nerves. 35

You felt like you hadn’t showered in days; weeks even, with the cold sweat still beading off your paled face stickily and thick as well.36

You gently reached up, and wiped your face with your sleeve lightly before moving to the bathroom, closing and locking the door; before lightly stepping into the tub and turning on the water and allowing the water to pour off your back, cleansing you of any grime coating your flesh and carrying it down the drain with a faint gurgle you could barely hear over the rush of water.37

You inhaled the steam quietly, letting it relax you gradually as you rubbed shampoo into your scalp and washed your hair slowly, taking care to make sure no soapy residue was left behind within your dripping hair, clinging to your skin, before toweling yourself off and stepping out of the tub, wrapping the light cotton fabric about your body before unlocking the bed room door, and walking towards your bedroom to get a clean set of clothes, not even bothering to pick up the dirty laundry mess in the bathroom until you were clothed yourself... and not even then, more likely then anything.38

Your wet hair left small droplets of water on the floor as you went, reaching your room and closing the door carefully before locking it, as if someone would walk in... you were the only one with a key to the place;39

But still... you could never be to careful in this modern world, with psychotic stalkers and killers making way in this tragically blackened world... there was little good now, little to place your trust in... or at least that’s what you told yourself;40

...as an excuse to justify your odd fear-driven habits that drove even yourself up the wall even as you did them at times.41

You hummed softly to yourself, bending down to the floor and peeling a brown piece of duct tape off the floor absently, as you still held the towel wrapped about you firmly. You stood up and made to throw the piece of tape in the small waste bin beside your dresser, but it stuck to your fingers, and you couldn’t shake the piece of tape off— not using your other hand to simply peel it off with your free fingertips, for fear a peeping tom could be spying through your uncovered window.42

‘How asinine.’ you thought to yourself, as after a few moments of struggle... you managed to get the tape off your fingers and into the waste bin; 43

It was at that moment that you stiffened, feeling a pair of eyes digging into your back like a pair of knives, pricking at the skin in that unmistakable way. You straightened slightly, and casually leaned over towards the window to pull down the drapes– as if trying to trick the intruder into thinking you hadn’t sensed their presence.44

Your... your entire body was tingling strangely, almost as if asleep, as adrenaline slowly began to be released into your system, hyping you up and making you only more tense then earlier, as it continued to filter through you, brushing up against every fiber of your being darkly.45

But the pretense of ignorance of the presence, was only a momentary ruse, before you spun around quickly to spot this alleged spy, only to find... 46

No... n-n..no one was there.47

“Just like always...” you mumbled softly, sighing in relief; even if there had been someone, they were gone now. 48

You were still tense and shaky as you finally clothed yourself, you always had that sense of being watched; but after the nightmare, which was still fresh in your mind...; you were a little more timid and anxious then you usually were. 49

Today, these feelings were harder to ignore, brushing aside like the meaningless idiocies they usually were. 50

Today, things were different, as if things were cast about in a different perspective, or the lighting was different... maybe somebody moved the boxes around in your home, and you were nervous about a change you hadn’t quite pinpointed.51

A sigh emerged softly from your mouth as you turned to exit your room, unlocking the door and twisting the handle... only to find, the door was locked. But you had JUST unlocked it moments before, you were absolutely certain of that small fact. 52

Being as shaken and easily frightened as you were, you jerked your hand back from the door knob, as if it had somehow burned you, cradling it against you slightly. Maybe... I never locked the door at all... so when I ‘unlocked’ it, I was really actually ‘locking’ it... 53

You relaxed at the explanation came to mind, since it made sense to you, but still, you ALWAYS locked the door, as it was one of your annoying habits. And as your mind was still half way between the dark realm of suspicion and paranoia, and the light of day... you would be even more sure to do so.54

But... unless you wanted to freak yourself out further then you already had, you dismissed it quietly and went about your day quietly, preparing a meal and sitting down on the box that contained your table, for when you actually felt like unpacking it.55

“Since I’m not at work... I may as well.” you said quietly to yourself, looking about your boxed in surroundings as you ate your meal in comfortable solitude, swinging your legs slightly for entertainment purposes as you allowed time to filter past you, undisturbed for the time being.56

You did the dishes quietly, allowing the dish soap to lather up nicely into bubbles, overflowing the sink when you turned your eyes away for a moment, so you had ‘no choice’ but to ‘play’ with them until they popped for the most part, before you would continue with your chore. 57

You finished in about an hour, drying your hands off on your clothes before deciding to check the messages on your phone, because the message machine had been beeping obnoxiously since you had first come to this afternoon. 58

You made your way to the annoying technology breakthrough before you, and clicked the lit up “message” button to hear what you had missed in your slumber.59

’You have 10 new messages..’ you had blinked at that... Ten new messages? How had the phone not woken you up? 60

You shrugged that off after a moment, and listened quietly to each one, though not very attentively; you could tell it was your boss from work, and he’d obviously been in a bad mood to call you on it this many times... you had never been late before, so you would have expected he’d be less upset about it then he was.61

But while the first eight messages disinterested you... the ninth and tenth ones caused your body to straighten slightly, and listen with a most puzzled expression lighting your eyes, since it made no sense to you, whatsoever, the words coming from his mouth.62

”________! Answer the phone, damnit! You’ve been missing for nine days! Where are you!? I haven’t heard from you since your birthday, what happened there! Call me as soon as you get this, you’ve been missing long enough, I’m going to send someone on over to check on you.63

Next message. Beeep.64

“Oh, thank goodness your alright! Your friend He-eh.... He-eh... well, whoever, told me all about your being sick and all when I came to check up on you. I was a little suspicious at first, since he didn’t seem like the kind of person you would befriend.. Being, the way you are—no offense, but after he let me in to see for myself you were there, I calmed down. Well, I do hope you get well soon, ______, we’re all worried about you here at work, okay?65

You stared at the message machine... you... hadn’t shown up for work for ten days? How could you have been asleep that long? And this... “friend”... who was here? Nobody had a key to your apartment but you. You had just moved to the area... so you had no friends nearby who would come to see you.66

There it was again! 67

You felt shivers run down your spine, and your blood freeze within your very veins; fear beginning to build up within you, increments steadily increasing until you reached the point of mindless terror, and completely panicked!68

This had to be a joke... some awful practical joke your boss decided to play, assuming you were home sick! How could he do this sort of thing to you, scare you like this, knowing what a neurotic mess you were... how could he? Why would he? It wasn’t like him at all!69

You made a small, strange sound, and without even thinking about it– picked up the message machine and threw it hard into the wall so it broke into three large pieces, and that’s where it lay, the dent in the wall open testimony of what had happened...70

‘Take a deep breath... it was just a prank call, nothing more... nothing more...’71

You repeated this to yourself several times, taking several deep breaths before you managed to calm yourself; then, you mentally kicked yourself, because now you’d have to buy a new message machine, and you were penny pinching to keep the budget breaking even.72

Not that your family wouldn’t lend you money if you asked... but still, you had, after all, just turned eighteen. You couldn’t run home now, begging for money, now could you? They had already helped you enough as it is... and you did not want to impose, not at all.73

You were still breathing a little awkwardly, trying to fight down that feeling you were being watched, once again prodding hot and sharply into your back, the shivers still trickling down your back in small doses of illogical fear, clouding your thinking briefly before you could take control again.74

‘I’m being watched... I’m being watched... I’m being watched... I’m being watched...’ 75

’No your not... stop being paranoid!’76

‘I’m being watched... I’m being watched... I’m being watched... I’m being watched...’ 77

’Stop...being...paranoid..!78

Timing was certainly not on your side today, as the doorbell rang, causing you to jump slightly, shivering for a moment and debating whether or not you felt like answering the door or not. Finally, after persuading yourself everything was fine, and that the fears in your mind, were in deep in your mind and only there...79

You made your way towards the door softly, unlocking the door after a few seconds hesitation, and turning the handle, allowing the door to swing open noiselessly on its hinges; you blinked for a moment, not recognizing the man who was standing patiently outside the door, not even the least bit annoyed that you’d taken so long to answer the door.80

The man had long red hair, and emerald green eyes; he seemed very pleasant and reserved at the door, politely greeting you when he saw that you’d finally answered the door.81

“Hello.” you said, trying not to sound as shaky as you felt after the over excitement you’d experienced only moments earlier.82

“May I help you?”83

“My name is Kurama. Is Hiei here right now? He told me to meet him here.” he said, very straight forward and with manners. You gave him a very confused expression before answering him;84

“Hiei? I’m sorry, I don’t know any ‘Hiei’s’, you must have the wrong address. Sorry.” you said, just as politely as he’d been before, though your voice had an odd sound to it, the anxiety just lingering behind the pseudo calm that you tried in vain to embrace. 85

That sense of being watched hadn’t left you for a moment since you’d first felt it by the phone, and you felt the tension building within your gut tighten as the moments filtered by, the red headed man Kurama looking at you strangely for a moment, obviously sensing your demeanor was slightly off, and was able to see through it very easily.86

Not that it was hard to tell, you felt your body trembling slightly from the stress being placed on it, all on a hair trigger... this reaction wrought forth from nothing more then a prank phone call, you were idiotic enough to even take seriously for a moment.87

“Are you alright?” asked Kurama, though he was still quite placid and amiable as you spoke, you could sense a twinge of suspicion in his gaze, as if he didn’t believe your words earlier about this ‘Hiei’ not being here like you had said.88

“I’m here.” said a deep voice suddenly from behind you, you jumped in surprise, and swivelled your head around in surprise, only to see... only to see... to see... the demon from your nightmare!89

“What the hell?!” you jumped backwards in surprise, fear taking ahold of you in one sweeping motion, as you let out a surprised cry; You stumbled on your own clumsy feet, falling hard into the man behind you called ‘Kurama’, who caught you before you slid to the floor, it was surprising you hadn’t fallen into a dead faint, but with all the suspicion and fear lingering about your mind today... you had been somewhat prepared for this confrontation.90

The demon, now known as Hiei, seemed somewhat amused by your reaction to him, eying you with blood colored irises and speaking a single sentence towards you, before reverting his attention to the red headed man who was holding you upright so you wouldn’t fall on the shaky legs you were standing on.91

“Stop looking surprised, onna.” he said in a deep, cold voice that only seemed to ignite more fear within you then before. 92

“You can come in Kurama, she already knows about demons, so I doubt anything she hears you say will matter.” you felt the man look down at you briefly for a moment, before moving through the open door and shutting the door behind him and locking it carefully.93

You, however, had gone numbly into a state of shock; not quite believing what was happening, even as this scene enfolded before your very eyes. This demon... was in your home, the place you were supposed to be safe.94

Suddenly, the phone calls... the nightmares... made sense. As it all rushed back to you, the people he’d murdered... the heavy demands this demon had placed on you before you’d fallen into your own coma-like state, until your body decided it was finally time for you to get up and cope with the facts, as much as you didn’t want to.95

But worst of all, were the accusations you remember this terrible demon placing on you. He accused you of killing your family, trying to shift the blame to the person closest, to disintegrate any guilt he might have felt for his actions... that was the only thing you could think of that made sense with this situation.96

You were released after a moment, and you stood awkward and dazedly where you stood on your feet, your mind not completely registering the danger of the situation you had somehow been forced into, under lock and key, with circumstances you could not rid yourself of.97

Kurama sat down, looking at you without any expression on his face at all for you to gouge his thoughts, you supposed he was a demon as well, and cringed away from him slightly, your fear very obvious.98

“Hiei, who is this woman?” Kurama asked, still looking at you.99

“Don’t tell me you forced your way into her home without her consent, Hiei, you could get into trouble with Koenma again, and your probation could easily be doubled for bothering a mere human and telling her you were a demon for simple means of getting your way.” he looked away from you then, and towards the dark demon, swathed in black as he made himself comfortable near a window.100

“I don’t know who she is, but I don’t care.” he said, his tone flat and unemotional–proving his words to be true beyond any sliver of a doubt, if anyone had ever disbelieved him to begin with, that is. 101

“The ningen onna murdered her family in MY home, and I have no intention of staying there now that it reeks of ningen corpses. Besides, I’d rather not be around when these ‘police’ things this world carries arrive.” he seemed angry and bitter, and sent a horrifying glare in your direction, that made your blood run cold.102

“You say she killed her family?” Kurama stiffened slightly, and turned his eyes towards you, his face flat, and his voice deadly calm... so much so it was nerve wracking and you cringed away nervously again, until you hit the wall.103

“Yes.” the demon responded, then smirked suddenly, as he was obviously recalling this alleged event.104

“There were approximately seven people. She killed every last one, using her hands.... a piece of wood.... and glass.” he actually seemed impressed; it was disgusting the way he spoke of murder like some sort of awful sport!105

You bristled slightly, managing to slightly get passed the screaming fear within you to burst out;106

“I didn’t kill anybody! If anyone, it was you, you blood thirsty monster!” you screamed, taking ahold of something and running at him as fast as you could, ready to defend yourself from this foul creature before it took your life like it had your entire family.107

You raised the object above your head, before swinging it full force downward, aimed directly at the beasts head... you let out a cry of fear and anger as you went, adrenaline searing through your entire body unrelentingly and driving you onward.108

You trained your eyes on his face, wanting to see him in pain so badly for what he’d done... but his face was calm, no emotion even flickering in his eyes as one hand snapped out, and took ahold of the mop you were trying to kill him with, easily pulling it out of your sweaty grip and snapping the steel handle in two before your very eyes, as if it had been a twig, rather then a piece of solid metal!109

He dropped the pieces so they made a shrill, clattering metallic sound when they hit the wooden floor; he shoved you roughly away from him and... and then he laughed. 110

Laughed at you for your weakness and fear, so obvious in a girl such as you... a demon would have no trouble spotting each and every fault lodged within you... his scrutinizing eyes could see everything wrong with you...111

Perhaps, he was here to put you out of your misery, like a deer half-dead in the streets... its merciful to kill the weak. Save them from a horrible life anyway, its a favor in reality, though people refuse to see murder that way... even you. 112

There would be no consolation in your death to be content with, you got nothing. You deserved nothing.113

Kurama helped you to your feet calmly, a persona you would rather have had at that time--for your heart was screaming wildly in your chest, threatening to explode from the overwhelming hear within you, your jell-O legs no longer enough to support your body on your own pathetic human shell of a body. 114

All the blood must have drained from your body as this demon so carelessly scared you senseless with his show of power, proving the dominance over your species.115

His laughter was cold and empty, not a show of any true happiness--- and it was sending electrical impulses of fear to your brain, so your body twitched in nervous fear; everything about Hiei... was chilling.116

“Hiei, please refrain before you give the woman a heart attack. I would like to hear the entire story, if you will, as to why you decided you were to stay here.” his tone was flat and serious, straight to business and not in the least seeming startled or ratted in any way.117

“I’ll tell you the entire story.” Hiei said coldly, now letting his eyes land delibrately on your own, wide fearful ones; almost in tears, even, after the events of the night you were slowly beginning to realize had been no nightmare at all... but reality, indeed. 118

And this reality... was quite unforgiving to boot, allowing fresh waves of pain to sharply bite into each inch of paled flesh, sweat pouring off in tiny droplets, rather then the blood that should have been exuded.119

“I won’t leave out a single detail..” he said with a cruel smile, still looking at you with malice glinting in his demonically colored eyes, as if dyed by the blood of the relatives he’d stolen from you... your only family.120

Had your body not so suddenly been over come with this numb, unemotional sensation... you might have cried in mourning for them... but, you couldn’t... 121

“From what I’ve gathered from her mind,” Hiei said;122

“Her loving adoptive family invited her out to my home in the middle of the night for her birthday. Turns out... they were part of a “Satanic Cult” and were going to use her as the sacrifice required to summon a demon.” he said, smirking faintly with his eyes closed as he recalled the entire experience.123

“They drugged her, brought her into my home, and right before it was time for her to be killed, she went on a rampage and killed everyone.” you were slowly beginning to come out of it as the demon spoke in a low baritone, a smirk light on his lips as he made up this ludicrous story.124

You shook your head slowly, in absolute refusal to play along with his story... you would not let him shift the blame onto you!125

“I’ll be sure to fill you in every detail, onna, since you so insist you can’t remember. Your denial... is amusing me. This entire situation once again proving how truly foul humans are.”126

“Y..you're lying!” you screamed out, trying to lunge toward him, but Kurama held you back– to insure your safety from the demon, though you didn’t view it as that way, struggling wildly to escape his unbelievably powerful grip.127

Pictures of flashes and color flashed within your mind, flaring up in an instant so a loud, shrill scream emitted from your throat, disbelief and horror at what these images presented you... the truth of the demons words, realization reflecting in your widened eyes as the images replayed several times over till your body gradually went limp, refusing to work with you any longer, as if disgusted by what it had been forced to see as well.128

You... you felt sick. Your vision blurred and your stomach nauseated by what you had somehow been forced to remember, the memories shoved right into your face, not allowing you to forget a thing that had taken place the night of your eighteenth birthday.129

“Now that you finally understand, onna, we shall come to an agreement. I will keep this ningen ‘police’ away from you, and in return... I will stay here as long as I want to, whenever I want to. Understand?” the demon smirked at you, knowing he had won...130

And you knew it just as well as he did, you could no longer deny the truth of his words... you had seen, remembered, and actually undertook the task of murder, even if it was in self defense, you never would be able to forgive yourself...131

Ever... 132