The Choices We Make, Follow Through to the Day

Why couldn't he stop thinking about him? It bothered him so much. He couldn't stand to be near him, and yet he didn't want to leave his sight. Kurama had suggested he just tell him how he felt, but he figured it would lead to him being hurt more than he wanted to be. He'd been left alone so many times over, he didn't need it again. The loving hate was always near him.

Hiei walked silently nowhere. He didn't care where he ended up, he just needed to get his thoughts together. He couldn't keep this up. He knew it wasn't good for him, nor his strength. He didn't even eat breakfast. His love for someone was trapping him as a bear trap would a bear. But he wasn't a bear, and his secret love wasn't a trap either, but his love for him felt consuming and longing, not wanting to let him go, as would a trap to someone who it couldn't remove.

It frightened him how he could love someone, want to be with them, but despise them and can't even take them, all at once. Quite the situation irony if you asked me. The feeling of being trapped between this dilema is the worst. You feel as if your heart and mind are being contradicted and you can't live without each being in sync. Your mind needs to understand you heart for you to understand yourself and your feelings. Although this dilema is the most outrageously difficult of all, you can't help but feel somewhat in control. The controlled feeling can come from the idea that you will know when the time is right what you feel and when to say it, but awaiting that time is what most will find the dilema to be. Though we know others will arise in the process, I am merely stating the most simple and major dilemas we can commute off the back.

Unfortuneatly, Hiei's thoughts wandered furthur than he had intended. The question now was to either let him figure it out or out-right say it. Either way, the outcome was what scared the hell out of him. He could go into a rage and shun him, become prejudice towards him, or he could embrace him, love him in return. Either way, Hiei understood it would be difficult to do so, in any case. For if he was rejected, he would possibly become more bitter than he had been before, and if he wasn't, he wasn't sure how to act, respond, or even know how to control that emotion, if it was new to him. He'd never experienced anything like this and that is probably what frightened him just as much or more than the response to the simple question.

Hiei, watching the ground and not his surroundings, found himself right at the home of the questioning in mind. His true one's home. He approached the door slowly, catiously, as if it were a beast to be weary of that if you wake it it will kill. He stared for a moment at nothing in perticular, wondering whether to knock, or turn heel like a coward and run. He wasn't a coward, but this was new and unusual to him.

He gutted it up and slowly raised his hand to knock on the door. As a reply came, a familar voice that he knew to well, he began to worry and his hand quivered. The door opened, and he stood there, somewhat startled by the presence of Hiei standing there unexpectedly.

"Can we talk?" Hiei asked frightenly. The tall teenager looked at him oddly for a moment, then let him walk past. Hiei couldn't help but feel alone in this situation. It was a little too much to begin with, but he knew he would pull through it, whether or not heartbroken or happy.

As he walked in, a cat meowed and purred against his true one's leg.

"Eikichii! Stop that," he bent down and picked up the cat and set him on the couch. He glanced over at Hiei, noticing and most likely wondering why he was here in the first place... Though he hoped it was for what he was wanting, something he was also afraid in the least to ask, admit. Though opposites attract, right? Could it be that one insults because they don't understand how to cope with what is going on with them? Or do they do it because they know what is going on and they try to dismiss the fact, push the questioned in mind out reach and out of their own comfort zone?