Broken Mirror (Hiei x OC)

Artifacts of Darkness

I was falling. From what? Who knows. What mattered was the fact I was falling, and I wasn't certain when it would end.

It wasn't dark in this abyss, but it wasn't Alice in Wonderland's rabbit hole either. Above me was pink and I was falling through wisps of yellow. Rather than waiting, I turned over, watching as the ground slowly became clearer. A fortress of some kind was surrounded by many different paths, all leading to different doors. Just by looking, I knew I didn't want to see what rested behind any of the doors or the inside of the fortress.

I landed gently on my feet, standing at the gate of the fortress. Though I knew what waited for me, I still headed to the gate of the fortress, the large doors opening without warning or assistance. I stepped into the courtyard, looking around at the various creatures walking around. Large, varying in color creatures with teeth and horns wandered almost mindlessly around, as though they had no brain to really tell them what to do. Obviously someone did the thinking for them.

As I walked, I readied myself for the creatures to attack, but none took notice of me. The next door that lead to the heart of the fortress opened revealing a hallway that looked like a throat. People dissed in uniforms carrying what looked like the laser guns from Star Trek walked by, talking about the latest death that had really caught everyone's attention.

I had heard of Yusuke Urameshi and of his death, but these little space men were saying he was coming back to life. Wanting to know more, I followed.

"Apparently, no one knew he would risk his life for a kid. I heard this hasn't happened in centuries. Koenma is giving him the Spirit beast ordeal."

"Poor kid. He'll never survive. There isn't enough good in this world to save him."

The guards continued their conversation all the way to a vault. When I approached it, the door opened allowing me entrance. There were more doors between the entrance and treasures.

When I got to the end, I was disappointed. Inside this glass case was a green soccer ball, a hand mirror, and a sword.

The Artifacts of Darkness. The Orb of Baast can remove souls with ease. The Forlorn Hope can grant any wish at a price. The Shadow Sword can turn anything it cuts into a demon.

That didn't make my experience in this bizarre place any better. This certainly was a creative dream.

When I turned around, I was in a hospital. It was the hospital Mother was staying in. Even for a dream, it seemed odd for the entire place to be empty. I walked to the elevator, watching the doors open. I did not board it alone.

This small man dressed in black stood next to me, his crimson gaze focused on the closed elevator doors as the carrier rose to my destined floor. He stepped out of the elevator before I did, and I followed him to my mother's hospital room where Shuichi sat, grasping her hand. Her health was dwindling.

"Have you made your decision?" The short man asked.

"I will help you so long as the Forlorn Hope is mine," Shuichi answered.

"And your sister?"

"I will not bring her into this. Warn Goki, if he should so much as look at my sister, I will end his life."

The small man chuckled and left, but not before he looked directly at me.

That falling feeling wrapped around me once again, only this time I landed on the floor. Shuichi was sitting on his bed, chuckling as I sat up. As I rubbed my eyes, I looked around the hotel room. It felt like someone was still in the room.

"Are you alright?" He asked as I climbed back into the bed.

"I had a weird dream."

"So I heard," he smiled as I turned to him. "You talk in your sleep."