Alright!! This is the first fanfic I've bothered posting in all my years of writing. Sad, eh? Seeing as my first one is so meaningless… and I personally think I could have done it better.
Disclaimer: The characters of Yu Yu Hakusho aren't mine; not a single one. They're just my puppets for the time being… But don't worry; I'll make sure their strings aren't tangled when I put them back. And no, I was not on any drugs while writing this story. I'm just insane.
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Just the Wind
Perhaps he would never understand what drew him to her. Perhaps it was her eyes, or her pure and innocent visage. Nevertheless, whenever she was near him he couldn't help but feel his heart rate hasten just ever so slightly and his calm, emotionless mask almost slip from his features.
And the worst part about this all was the fear that coupled these good feelings.
He could never tell her how he felt. He was sure she would never like him back. He was a thief, and she was like an angel… Oh, alright. Maybe not an angel… she was actually the deity of death in reality. But for him, she would always seem like an angel. And angels were pure. He was far from that. She took the poor souls that had died to a better place. He has blood on his hands from countless lives, mostly demon, he has taken.
To keep away from his fears, he had always hid. Whenever she would appear with the group, he would hang in the back and remain silent. She never seemed to notice him, and he liked it like that. Or did he? Part of him did… but deep down inside, her blissful ignorance of his presence made him feel like his heart was dropping out of his chest. And for those who are denser than others, that probably doesn't feel too great.
His hiding was soon to be put to an abrupt stop, though, as the human holiday of 'Christmas' rolled around. Of course he was accustomed to their traditions for this holiday; it wasn't as if he learned nothing while living with his human mother for over 15 years. But this year was completely different. The calm pattern of a quiet family dinner then the opening of presents each year would be completely thrown out of whack this time around. That's because… she would be here.
Yes, her.
The one he feared, the one he loved, and the one he hated all at the same time. Quite ironic, right? Well… he thought so too. He didn't know if he could survive one whole week in her presence. He didn't know if he could hold himself back, or manage to still keep that calm look upon his face that kept his emotions dammed up.
He would have to though. This love was a forbidden one… He could never have her. She would never want him. And it was these thoughts that made him feel a twinge of loneliness intrude into his heart, a feeling he thought he had banished long ago.
"Kurama!"
The happy and joyous voice snapped Kurama out of his dramatic 3rd-person thoughts and made him shift his attention over to the source of the noise.
"Kurama!" the voice shouted again, causing the said person to flinch a little.
Please… PLEASE let it NOT be her… But it was. Of course. Where would be the fun if it weren't?
"Hi Kurama-kun!" the cheerful deity greeted once she had finally ran up to him. Her amethyst eyes were lit up with happiness and her petite arms were hoisting up numerous boxes that contained mysterious things he didn't even want to know about.
Kurama managed his usual kind smile, slowly rising from his seat upon the park bench and causing sheets of snow to fall from his black coat to the ground.
"Hello, Botan. What are you doing out here in weather like this?" he asked. He didn't even notice how stupid of a question that was seeing as he was out here too, freezing his butt off.
"Oh! Well… Since Keiko was kind enough to let me stay with her for this festive human holiday, I thought I'd also participate in their tradition of gift giving!"
Her innocent grin made Kurama forget his anguished thoughts from before and helped him manage a somewhat true smile. He then noticed how the deity was teetering from side to side and quickly grabbed the boxes she was holding, his arms easily lifting and supporting their weight.
He then could have sworn he saw the girl blush… But then again, his cheeks were pretty pink too, probably from the bitter cold wind.
After that he offered to walk her back to Keiko's, since that was where she was heading. She smiled and thanked him before they both set off, Kurama's conscience shouting at him angrily for playing with fire. He knew he couldn't have her, so why did he insist on being with her? Perhaps it's true… that people want most what they can't have.
The walk to Keiko's was probably the most boring thing in Kurama's whole existence. Botan did nothing but shuffle her feet in the snow, and it had to be the first time he had ever heard her NOT talking. Kurama, on the other hand, did nothing but stare intently at the snow-covered sidewalk they treaded upon, almost running into a total of 4 mailboxes and a dog that was taking a piddle on a tree. It was only when he saw the front steps to the Yukamura shop did he realize they were there.
"Well… um… thank you," Botan said with her usual smile.
"You're welcome."
Kurama then handed her the mysterious boxes and let out a small sigh when he could feel the blood in his arms again. What was she getting everyone for Christmas? Rocks?! Well it sure as hell felt like it! Not that he minded… Helping her made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Turning to go, the redhead stopped as he felt a light hand rest on his shoulder. He smiled then turned back around to Botan but… it wasn't Botan who greeted him. It was Yusuke.
"Uhh…. Hi," Kurama greeted, mentally damning himself to hell and beyond for the small pleasure he had felt from the hand on his shoulder. He only felt it because he thought it was Botan… and now it was HIM, the thick-headed leader of their strange team of detectives.
Yusuke grinned and shoved his friend over towards the door to the shop, telling him how warm it was inside and how Kurama should come and join them for some hot coco. Though the idea of drinking the delectable chocolate beverage that he had grown to love was quite appealing, he didn't want to go in. Not while she was there. But… eh, who could say 'no' to chocolaty goodness?
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That's the end of this chapter. I kinda left it in a cliffhanger, didn't I? ... Whoops. Oh well, you'll live. Besides, it's not very suspenseful anyways. I actually have the part after that completely typed out, I just needed to NOT make the chapter impossibly long. Please review! I appreciate constructive critisism, suggestions, and requests for what you would like to EVENTUALLY happen (since after this has been typed).
So please, review and I hope you enjoy my story.
Shall be updated in the next two days.
Love,
DONUT KITTY
