A/n: This story is centered on two of my favorite characters in YYH. YES! Kurama and Hiei! But please take note, this is a non-yaoi fic...at least from my POV, but depends on how people will analyze it. And I have to remind you since it's my story, it will be full of poetic-like musings. Okay, it's just another oneshot fic that came to me. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH…I'm just a fan…
Catastrophe
Death. The word echoes inside his head over and over again. Why is there existence in this world full of obstacle, when death will come? Death is an awfully distant place. As Mother Nature puts on brilliant show of the gentle splashing of waves against the white stretch of the foreshore, every living creature thought it's like an oasis of sheer indulgence. The stunning sight of the emerald water is what people look upon in awe. But as for him, the sweeping views of the coastline brings out no meaning when someday, this world will be engulfed in a ball of flames. And all the beauties will dissipate. So, why is life flowered in beauty when immortality doesn't exist in this lowly earth?
Looking up at the vast expanse of sky, the sun's rays brush off the vestiges of the night's mist and bathe it in glowing colors as the sun sets. It reminds him of his past, which he vaguely remember. Looking back at his life, he was forced to float across the sea of darkness. There was blackness inside his heart. All was black and hurtful. Blood and vengeance was his aesthetic pleasure and his compassion.
Until vulnerability inside him sank in.
Now, he is stronger than before to defer pain, never a single drop of blood to cry.
He dabs his own wounds caused by knives.
He wishes he could escape from taking every steps of life.
But, nobody wants foresee their future overshadowed by the blackness in their heart, especially when there is the most prized jewel we should take care of.
As for him, the most precious pearl would be his sister. He will never come home to the warmth and tranquility and he will never tell her the truth, the truth will harm her. But watching over the mere mortal thrives and leads a happy life in human world, is enough to make him happy. He will protect her with all his life, eludes her from being the next cast of the burning fuel. He believe that at the break of dawn, the dark clouds dissipate and reveal the bright path of her life.
While there is someone else who becomes her companion, he is just a lonesome.
"Hiei, are you okay?" the red-haired boy calls after him, yanking him away from day-dreaming.
The sense of his presence is so strong and it gives the koorime peace.
To him, the red-haired boy is like a seraph who never fails in believing in all of his doings.
His words of wisdom whisper in his ears, driving him forwards instead backwards.
Hiei turns to him and smirks. There will always be someone who catches all the tears from the stars. So next time, when he stands at the towering granite peak he will find a hand uphold to catch him from falling over and drifting further into the depth of the dark ocean.
Out of the storms of adversity and catastrophe, he is free from loss.