It was a cold and bitter Saturday morning. There laid Kurama asleep at his bed, with flush red rose pedals and the essence of incense scattered throughout the room. Hiei sat alone in the tree outside the window, watching the sun begin to cast its beautiful rays over the cold night hardened earth. Its delicate morning red glow beginning to slowly creep its way over the familiar Japanese Countryside.
"It's been four years." thought Hiei silently to himself, "Four years and yet every night he sleeps alone with nothing but that incense and rose pedals, the only things he can still find comfort in…besides those plants…" Hiei ended this thought with a twitch, as the play looked back at him and smiled.
Hiei remembered how it used to be, he remembered how every night he would hand pick a rose for her, how every night, she would skater the pedals throughout the room. Hiei had never seen him so happy. Now though four years later, he has never failed to uphold his lover's tradition. Hiei knew not what to say to him, nor how to make things better. "Why did she have to die?"…Hiei said quietly under his breath,……."why"
Hiei, silent as ever, walked into the room, Kurama always left the window open just in case. He climbed in and sat down beside Kurama, his longest companion. Kurama's face remained expressionless; Hiei took notice to the dark stains on his pillow. Hiei stared with slight disbelief, He never understood how a man, a fighter none the less could cry himself to sleep. Then again, he never quite understood how much he loved her.
Hiei jumped at the sound of footsteps, coming shuffling slowly towards him from down the hallway. Posed and ready to attack, Hiei was startled by the soul who dared sneak up on him.
"Uncle Hiei?" asked the three-foot tall threat.
There stood in a little green one-piece pajama, with a rose on the right chest, a miniature version of Kurama. He had large green eyes that stared at you like endless pools of water from an emerald lake. And his hair, a beautiful shade of red, although his was much shorter then his fathers. However he had his mothers face, but more importantly, her personality, there was no doubt about it.
"Uncle Hiei it IS you." said Koate, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands trying his hardest to sound excited.
He ran up to Hiei, his head just reaching his uncles chest. The little boy gently embraced Hiei, his little stuffed fox clenched tightly in his right hand. Its talk swooshing back and forth past Hiei's cloak. If there were one soul in the world who Hiei would let get this close to him, it would be Kurama's son. His little arms just making it around his uncle's waist. Hiei's mind flashed back to Boton from a few days earlier, as she called him a heartless, black haired, umpa lumpa. One of those things were not true thought Hiei with a small chuckle, he was not heartless.
" Come on." said Hiei quietly, " you still have time to sleep."
The little boy looked up at Hiei, his large emerald eyes meeting the harsh shock of Hiei's red ones.
"But Uncle Hiei …I wana play with youuuuu."
Hiei responded after looking at Koate's father, still lying there asleep.
"No…sleep first, come on ill come tuck you in." said Hiei.
The boy stood there for a second, as if thinking the offer over with a funny look on his face, just like his mothers when she was thinking. Then he shook his head rapidly up and down.
"Ill take that as a yes." said Hiei , picking up the boy , he walked him across the hall and into his bedroom.
Hiei walked into the child's room and began to lay him down in his bed when he twitched again, another plant was looking at him again. How does he sleep at night? wondered Hiei. The plant smiled, and closed its eyes again, Hiei twitched again…damn plants.
"Uncle Hiei?" asked Koate
"Yes? Asked Hiei, turning to face Koate again.
"Why do you bring your sword when you know daddy doesn't like it?" He asked with a slightly impatient look on his face.
"Your more observant then I thought." said Hiei with a smile…he must have felt it when he hugged me, thought Hiei.
"I saw it." added the child innocently. Hiei stopped for a second and thought about what he had just herd. He reached for his katana, but it was on the inside of his pants. Hiei began to think, after a brief moment he asked,
"tell me, what color is it?"
"Its on fire," said Koate "but its not the fire that hurts you, Daddy has it too, but his is green and red. Hee Hee, he looks funny when he does it."
"Oh…oh no…um I…listen just go to sleep, stay here, ill be back." Hiei said this as he walked out into the long hall . Kurama's not going to like this at all…Thought Hiei.
"It's been four years." thought Hiei silently to himself, "Four years and yet every night he sleeps alone with nothing but that incense and rose pedals, the only things he can still find comfort in…besides those plants…" Hiei ended this thought with a twitch, as the play looked back at him and smiled.
Hiei remembered how it used to be, he remembered how every night he would hand pick a rose for her, how every night, she would skater the pedals throughout the room. Hiei had never seen him so happy. Now though four years later, he has never failed to uphold his lover's tradition. Hiei knew not what to say to him, nor how to make things better. "Why did she have to die?"…Hiei said quietly under his breath,……."why"
Hiei, silent as ever, walked into the room, Kurama always left the window open just in case. He climbed in and sat down beside Kurama, his longest companion. Kurama's face remained expressionless; Hiei took notice to the dark stains on his pillow. Hiei stared with slight disbelief, He never understood how a man, a fighter none the less could cry himself to sleep. Then again, he never quite understood how much he loved her.
Hiei jumped at the sound of footsteps, coming shuffling slowly towards him from down the hallway. Posed and ready to attack, Hiei was startled by the soul who dared sneak up on him.
"Uncle Hiei?" asked the three-foot tall threat.
There stood in a little green one-piece pajama, with a rose on the right chest, a miniature version of Kurama. He had large green eyes that stared at you like endless pools of water from an emerald lake. And his hair, a beautiful shade of red, although his was much shorter then his fathers. However he had his mothers face, but more importantly, her personality, there was no doubt about it.
"Uncle Hiei it IS you." said Koate, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands trying his hardest to sound excited.
He ran up to Hiei, his head just reaching his uncles chest. The little boy gently embraced Hiei, his little stuffed fox clenched tightly in his right hand. Its talk swooshing back and forth past Hiei's cloak. If there were one soul in the world who Hiei would let get this close to him, it would be Kurama's son. His little arms just making it around his uncle's waist. Hiei's mind flashed back to Boton from a few days earlier, as she called him a heartless, black haired, umpa lumpa. One of those things were not true thought Hiei with a small chuckle, he was not heartless.
" Come on." said Hiei quietly, " you still have time to sleep."
The little boy looked up at Hiei, his large emerald eyes meeting the harsh shock of Hiei's red ones.
"But Uncle Hiei …I wana play with youuuuu."
Hiei responded after looking at Koate's father, still lying there asleep.
"No…sleep first, come on ill come tuck you in." said Hiei.
The boy stood there for a second, as if thinking the offer over with a funny look on his face, just like his mothers when she was thinking. Then he shook his head rapidly up and down.
"Ill take that as a yes." said Hiei , picking up the boy , he walked him across the hall and into his bedroom.
Hiei walked into the child's room and began to lay him down in his bed when he twitched again, another plant was looking at him again. How does he sleep at night? wondered Hiei. The plant smiled, and closed its eyes again, Hiei twitched again…damn plants.
"Uncle Hiei?" asked Koate
"Yes? Asked Hiei, turning to face Koate again.
"Why do you bring your sword when you know daddy doesn't like it?" He asked with a slightly impatient look on his face.
"Your more observant then I thought." said Hiei with a smile…he must have felt it when he hugged me, thought Hiei.
"I saw it." added the child innocently. Hiei stopped for a second and thought about what he had just herd. He reached for his katana, but it was on the inside of his pants. Hiei began to think, after a brief moment he asked,
"tell me, what color is it?"
"Its on fire," said Koate "but its not the fire that hurts you, Daddy has it too, but his is green and red. Hee Hee, he looks funny when he does it."
"Oh…oh no…um I…listen just go to sleep, stay here, ill be back." Hiei said this as he walked out into the long hall . Kurama's not going to like this at all…Thought Hiei.
