Summary: Hiei and Kurama, in short ficlets that have and don't have anything to do with each other. HieiKurama yaoi in cerntain chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters.
Warnings: Yaoi overtone.
Author's Notes: I realized that I never had the image of writing long chapters or a long dramatic plotline for this fic in mind in the beginning, so they were left to their own devices. It's very mild yaoi so far, nearly invisible, but that's just so far.
"The Many Cut Pieces"
by CloveeD
Chapter I: Thinking
It's hard to still be vain when you are so old that you don't even remember the face of your real mother.
It's also odd how his colors, instead of fading away with old age, built up more and more vivid as each century passes him by.
At one point, he woke up and realized that he couldn't be any brighter, and that was when he wondered if he should die right at that moment.
But even if he didn't believe in the unlimited and the unpredictable, reality still surprises him - with a child.
A child in his eyes, so young, and so old at the same time.
Only a couple of hundred years old, Hiei was the bomb that was dropped in Kurama's hazy timeline - a factor that he didn't know what he could do about.
Hiei didn't look very complicated. The Taboo Child. The abandoned, betrayed, isolated, survived. Nothing that Kurama had not seen before in the number of hundreds of years prior to Hiei's very birth. But Hiei was complicated - and Kurama was surprised. Beyond that routine of distancing, aloofness, and hidden tenderness, there was a creativity in the child that Kurama had not discovered in the beginning. A creativity that Kurama was losing with time.
He could chuck it all up to his old age - long after the time that he should have died already - but Kurama found that he was slowly losing what he had years and years ago.
And he couldn't remember what that very thing was.
He couldn't remember, so he very cunningly set himself up for other things to cover that broken part of him up - the empty space that that thing was supposed to occupy to complete his existance. Kurama would ask Hiei right out if he knew what that thing that he forgot was - but the child would have pointed at him and laughed at him in his face. Kurama is just too scared to remember, Hiei would say, being the frighteningly perceptive child that he was.
There was a difference between the cunning and the wise. And Kurama didn't really want to know which he was and which he was not. So instead if pursuing the matter, he avoided it. For decades, he brilliantly eluded whatever he felt was threateningly close to hinting the answer. Because there were things that he just didn't have the energy to know anymore.
Knowing things was tiring.
Understanding things was ... exhausting.
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Maybe you're just being too smart about it. Says Hiei. You always think too much, no wonder you get tired.
Too much? There was such a thing as thinking too much? But Hiei, how then will you know what will happen next?
The child turns, and Kurama could see a small smirk on his lips - You don't.
And that was what was so good about whatever it was that you don't know.
End Notes: So what was that chapter about? Er...good...question... (caged look)
...But you could always share what you think...!
Eh...heh heh.