Title: White
Author: Yoko_cw
Anime: Yu Yu Hakusho
POV: Hiei's
Pairing: Hiei/Kurama
Summary: A Peek Into Insanity And Perfection...
White; everything was faded, frightening, too open and plain for the eye to see. An average sized room with average-sized furniture...all average despite the lack of color. Clean; was that his reason? Did he feel the need to atone for sin, look instead upon the very absense of anything other than thus? I looked down at myself, eyes flickering to my out-of-place clothing. I was a stain, an ink patch in his perfect insanity.
...He had faded aswell. No longer was his hair a vibrant scarlet, eyes that captive shade of jade that never failed to make me weak in the knees those years ago. He was Yoko, but was not himself; his veins showed through translucent skin, eyes unfocused and bleary. Never a hair out of place, never anything besides perfection.
A rose bloomed from his palm, and he held it out to me, looking at the floor. Never look at anything outside of his illusion; was that the philosophy. I took it, hating the translucent petals. Hating his silence; could he think of nothing to say?
A thorn pricked me; red fell. The fluid echoed on the marble floor, melting the cold there and it burned my eyes to see it.
...And he screamed. Silent, his mouth open wide as though waiting for sound to fly in like a bird. He pulled his hair, shook his head; violence was his resolve when perfection went away. I stared at my blood, understanding his panic though hating it. He covered his eyes with oversized sleeves, mouth moving in poetry and quiet hiccups, flinching.
Sound gave him headaches.
Color pushed him into insanity.
I walked out with my eyes closed. I didn't need to look at him to know that he was avoiding looking at the mistake, rocking himself lightly and thinking things I would never want to know. I wanted to slay him, wanted to spread that hated color all over the walls for his dead eyes to see. I wanted him to suffer as we were, watching him dissolve to this. This thing we couldn't call Kurama anymore.
The door slammed shut, locks slamming into place within the metal.
"...Still?"
I looked to Yusuke and gave a nod; no change.
"He's too damaged," I muttered, picking my katana up from it's place upon the wall, "He'll be this way until the day he dies." Walking slowly, I ran my fingers over the concrete walls, listening to the sound of nothing. The door opened and a summer breeze assaulted me.
...The color hurt my eyes.
END.
Came from absolutely nowhere. I love the idea of Kurama going insane and Hiei suffering...clearly. Forgive my absence of Yu Yu Hakusho, lovely readers. The book "Foxfire" has gained my love and this, my writing. ^^;