1A/N: This a challenge presented in the Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction facebook group by WhatWouldValeryDo. Shuffle three song on your play list: first song for your OC, second song for you main character, and the last would be the action for the story.
Mine was: "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service for my OC Ophelia (from Grimoire). "You Are the Only Exception" by Paramore for Hiei. and "You Know I'm No Good" by Amy Winehouse. I am not sure if I captured those songs in this fic, but I have been wanting to write a bit more of adult Hiei and Ophelia for some time now, so this was a good opportunity. Shout out to WhatWouldValeryDo for this challenge!
You Know I'm No Good
The light of the motel room was a muted orange illuminating the heavy dust into sick sepia snowflakes. Ophelia's head rested on his lap; black hair sprawled across her porcelain face stained with dry tears from a crying fit they can both no longer remember. The screaming scars of that fight sprawled on the floor; the broken lamp she threw at Hiei's head, the hole in the wall in the shape of his fist because even with blind rage squeezing at his chest, he knew the asbestos filled drywall was the better option. Even when she flew into his face and rattled off all the things that made him terrible.
His attitude.
His smell.
The way he abandoned her over
And over.
Never taking into account the first time wasn't a choice
And the second, he reminded her in alcohol fueled, cursed driven words, that she was the one who left.
And look how that turned out?
He can give it as good as he can take- even better.
The last guy didn't use the drywall did he?
Her blue eyes went wide and she let out this banshee scream that broke his ear drums and tore her throat apart.
Was that when he hit the wall?
No, that's when the guy with the coke showed up,
And Hiei knocked in the last two of the drug mules teeth and took the drugs and the money and shut the door.
Over the sounds of other degenerates fucking in the rooms around them, they took their lines.
He apologized first.
Well, it wasn't an apology.
More like: "Why do you do this to me?"
Then her broken eyes unleash the flood of tears, as if the dam that kept them was destroyed by those words. Through her sobs she assures him she doesn't know. And that's not a lie.
He knows this, but it doesn't make it any easier.
He grabbed the last of the Jack, and stormed into the bathroom. She crawled after him, but didn't try to open the door that slammed in her face, this time. He takes note of this. Maybe he crossed the line…
Again.
The fluorescent lights were a mockery. Showed off all his broken pieces. His dilated red eyes. Shirtless body covered in her scratches- that wasn't in violence, and if he wasn't
So
Angry
He may have even chuckled at how ridiculous this
All
Was.
He placed the untouched beverage on the sink. Listened to her weep. Asking him again if he would leave. Assuring him, she would understand. A script she has performed time and time again.
But she wouldn't understand.
They've had this conversation. He would leave to find his home. She would leave to find hers. They will find each other again, because, as she said during better times they were part of a "puzzle". Two pieces that fit too perfectly to be apart forever. Then the conversation shifts to reality and her panicked stricken eyes at the thought of being left alone to navigate the horrors of their world take over her senses and despite being oh-so-nonchalant, he can't bear to leave her like that.
Instead they find something bitter to drink-
And then Ophelia bats those same broken blue eyes and suggests some kind of drug to take the edge off- and for some reason, he could never find a reason not to do that.
Usually there's a fight somewhere.
Then the animalistic make-up sex that keeps them trapped in this disaster.
There's beauty in destruction? Or something some terrible poet had written that resonated with Ophelia and she spurted it out every time he questioned the logistics of this...whatever...this was.
The scene was the same. On repeat.
When it was all said and done, she ended up asleep on him. Sweating out all the toxins in her body. He's against the bed, gliding his fingers up and down her pale arm, staring into the rust colored wall of the broken down motel-
Wondering how heaven and hell can be the same place.
