Author's Note: I forgot to put this up! OO; It was written in DECEMBER of LAST YEAR! Oh my goddess. It kinda sat in my computer completely forgotten. I just unearthed it right now.

Disclaimer: If I owned Yu Yu Hakusho, I would have my own life-sized plushie of Kurama and Hiei. BUT, I don't. Therefore, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Pairing: HieiKurama

Leaving everything behind was a hard decision and it wasn't the easiest to leave him behind either. Everything I had revolved around him somehow. If it weren't the hard-fought battles, then it was the intimacy, the talks, the stolen glances, and the heart-wrenching confessions. Daily duties even revolved around him. We worked together, as partners.

You must be wondering, what were their jobs…?

Well, it was demon exterminating, and anything that involved the 'supernatural'. Of course, him and I are both considered supernatural beings. What demons wouldn't be? That's right. Demons.

We're both demons. We don't have any fins, or large ugly glowing yellow eyes. Nor do we feed off of humans. In fact, we're both rather good-looking demons. I pose as a human while he remains as he is; a cute fire demon.

We worked under one very immature boss too. We're both famous demons, working under a toddler god. It's almost laughable. However, it was thanks to that toddler, we were able to work together. Coincidence, huh?

I would have never dreamed of being so close to him. Moving as one during our battles were experiences in which words cannot describe. It felt great to feel him so close to me. Us weaving in and out, in tune with each other, attacking our prey. It made me feel complete, in a way. The battles were the first step to becoming closer.

Gradually, we grew closer. He would come over to my room secretly and allow me to dress his wounds and fuss over him while he threw glare after glare at me. I can sometimes see past his barriers in which he built around his heart when he glared at me with his ruby-red eyes. They held such pain, loneliness, sadness, longing, and the one I found most surprising, desire.

Desire for what? I wondered. Was it for me? I didn't dare to think so. Did I really capture his attention? His heart? Once again, I didn't dare to think I had such a privilege.

However, I found out too late, my assumption was correct. He did desire for my touch, my heart, my whole, and me.

He's gone.

And every single day, I regret being as careless as I had.

I killed him. They keep saying it isn't my fault, but it is. However indirect it was, it was entirely my fault that he's gone. The only one I've felt such intensely for died because I was careless. I hadn't paid attention, not enough attention. He died in my place after pushing me out of the way from a fatal blow.

I remember how his face twisted in agony. Then, he fell…and didn't move. I recall rushing over to him and gently lifting him into my arms and whispering soothing words to him. He brushed away the tears I didn't know had slipped from my eyes, with his shaking hand.

On that very tragic day, we had our first hug, our first kiss, and our first intimate moment. However, it was fated to be our last. He slipped away in my arms after uttering the phrase I've waited forever for him to say to me, and I to him.

My fault… and no one else's…