Hellooo. Thank you for dropping by, It is very appreciated. I'm glad I pulled this little one-shot out, it was basically inspired by a song, 'Tengo un amor' (Translation: I have a love) Yes, I know its spanish, that is, after all, my true language. Anyway, the song is really beautiful and I couldn't help but actually write this out.

Disclaimer: Nope! I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, nor the song 'Tengo un amor'


"Your Goodbye"

The makai winds made themselves known, somehow roaring over the silence of the forests and sending a series of leaves into the placid air that had managed to absorb the mere viscosity of holding the scent, an ambitious scent of power and blood.

From afar, verdant eyes admired the scene. A flick of dullness to the orbs, dryness and emptiness as he scrutinized the scene, his feet resting well composed above the soil, the thick red mane washing over his face by the breeze's superiority, curtaining his melancholic emptiness.

The short, black-spiked hair man's eyes were starring into a fluorescent, blue, human eye, his crimson eyes devoid of emotion, but haloed by emotion itself anyway. Gently, the woman half-smiled, bringing her alabaster hand to his back, offering the sight of her eyes to search for hesitation on her companion's eyes, finding none, she pressed forward. Leading him into Alaric pleasantly, in compassionate silent and unspoken feeling.

Kurama watched wordlessly, just starring as the lord herself led her willing heir towards his truest home. Hiei never looked back, if he were to as side glanced over his shoulder, he was most assure to find nostalgic, jade eyes pleading for him to slip from her grasp and return to him. Hiei didn't need that, nor did he want that. He wanted home, he would find home in Makai, the world where he was left in solitude to fend for himself. Away from Ningenkai, away from his sister, away from the koorime island and away from Kurama.

Hiei would see himself as freed, a simple man walking away from the cold darkness that had enveloped his heart since the very day he was brought to the world with insatiate eyes.

Kurama would see him as running away from tears, silver tears that never fell from the fierce, garnet eyes. But the spirit fox was neither dumb nor unintelligent, after all, he was a thousand-year old being that new much of life. Hiei was not the one walking away, he was the one letting Hiei go.

Kurama managed a humorless smile, time was short and ill-used, one-second moments were forever. With this he knew what the future of his human self was going to have to surpass, no longer the window to his bedroom would surprisingly slip open, a silent demon jumping in, closing the window tightly and without ever having to look at Kurama's eyes, Hiei would lean into the sill and lay comfortably. Their flesh would never touch intimately, the sweat from their passion damping the futon deliberately, holding each other close, their eyes never looking away as they recovered their breath.

A slender hand was lifted to his face, brushing back over his ear the loose strands of red hair that had fallen over his blank eyes. Kurama knew who he was, a man passionately in love who had given his heart without ever having to look back, a man whose love fed only from Hiei's voice, who does not want to speak to his heart, lamenting Hiei's goodbye.

"Hiei, if you should know…the window to my bedroom is always open…"

"I don't want you, Kurama"

"That…I should expect…your goodbye is enough"


I...was a little romantic and sappy at the moment...sorry. I somehow find myself feeling similar to what I portraited Kurama was feeling, I am not losing someone, but I feel that I am neglecting to love that person, I'm refraining from loving. Yes, I'm a thirteen year old, and even if I am young, I feel my eyes have witness more than everything.

Thank you for reading and hopefully reviewing.