Enemies from the start, lovers 'til the end
Well, okay, so I start off yet another chaptered fic. First of all, I should proceed with the warnings, disclaimer, ect. I will not say it again this chapter, so if you do not enjoy such things, do not read, please. Standard disclaimer as one usually would state. I do not own the rights to Yuu Yuu Hakusho, or good old Togashi-san's characters. I do not own the computer I used to write the story ect. So there, no copyright infringement, no I can't get in trouble with the law.
Counter personality: Really! I'd love to get in trouble wit the law. Let us follow through with this 'copyright infringement' that you speak of!
Me: sweatdrop Meet my counter personality, Warui don't ask me where she came from.
Warning: Shonen ai content, you no likey, you no ready. I am not forcing you to read the so if you have any doubts, press the back button now. Paring: HieixKurama
Note: Hiei and Kurama won't be demons in this story, because I don't know, I feel like doing one where they're both human. On a side note, I know there are those people who do not enjoy reviewing; but it makes me really, REALLY happy to know that someone's reading my story. Promise that you'll tell me the truth if you absolutely hate it, okay? Well, no that that's all said and done, ON WITH THE FIC!
Chapter One: A new character in town
Rain hammered down on a small town, slightly west of a large chain of mountains, creating a dark and dismal scene. Not to mention the fact that the town was completely desolate. Two contributing factors gave simple reason, one, it was raining, and two, a large clock tower ticking near the hear of this town read a late time, 12:21
Throughout the shadows of the alley, a shadow could be seen, darting back and forth in hopes of finding shelter where the rain wouldn't be so bad. A large crack of thunder sounded and the shadowlike creature cursed in several different languages, angry, as the sky seemed to pour harder, just to anger him. What was unmistakable about this man, possibly was it his black cloak, or was it the sense of impending doom one would feel when near such a menacing figure. Either way, he could certainly be described as an 'Untrustable character.' His appearance proved it. Crimson eyes were fixed in an endless glare, easily complementing the angry scowl worn on his face. His black, soaking cloak dripped waster as he found shelter under part of a houses roof, he attempted to shake the water off, to no prevail, of course. In light of this frustration, he growled loudly and angrily, something that seemed unsuited for even a human, even one such as him...
...But who ever said this person was human, he certainly didn't look like it with that appearance?
Who was this person's name you ask? Hiei.
Such a question only brought more mystery to the figure, who was meanwhile glaring at a wooden sign the said 'Welcome to the town of Kirei no yama'. The guy growled again, softer this time, and began to look for a place to sleep for the night. Hiei boots clicked in the deserted street, rippling puddles and scattering small droplets of water. Dear god, how he hated this god-forsaken rain. Brushing some rain out of his eyes and bangs from his field of view, he spotted a grove of particularly welcoming trees. He sat down under a large oak tree, seeming to settle a little despite the dangerous looking sky. At least it was dry under here, plus, the tree was big enough to shield the now pouring rain. Slowly, he closed his eyes, finding sleep almost instantly.
Meanwhile, in another house across town, a tall and thin creature lay nestled under the covers of his bed. Now, this person could be described as normal when you looked at his appearance. Beautiful, long red hair flowed out peacefully onto the bed, and although was kind of pale and a little too thin, he seemed to be just the sort of person who you could trust. It seems almost coincidental that he had sort of the aura along with such a beautiful, elegant exterior. At the time though, he seemed no calmer that someone who was being subjected to their worst fear. He tossed and turned in his sleep, a fitful act for such a peacefully appearing boy. Every now and then, he would moan in the middle of a tossing fit, mumbling practically indefinable words. However, every once in a while, you could make out such words as "No..",
"Don't...", or
"Please." It makes you wonder, what type of nightmare was he having, doesn't it?
The redhead stared into darkness as he awoke, shivering at a sudden wave of cold air that had washed over him. Where was he anyways, this place was so familiar... yet he couldn't place his finger on it at the time. He heard a sly voice behind him, "Oh, so I see the cutie's awake now... How have you been, Kurama?" He snapped his head towards where the voice was coming from when he heard his name spoken, being restricted by chains that restricted his movements severely. As if on cue, the dark figure chuckled, watching the redhead struggle against the chains with all of his might. After a minute or two, Kurama stopped to think it out, after all his incredible intelligence had proven before to be very useful in sticky situations. This only made his captor laugh in deeper amusement, "There's no way out of this ,Kurama, why don't you give up before you waste all your energy on the useless task. Kurama stopped struggling, rather, he averted his gaze, trying to focus on figuring out how exactly he'd gotten there and where he was.
A soft clink of footsteps echoed across the room's walls of the shadowy figure approached his and placed a hand under his chin, lifting his gaze so Kurama's eyes were level with his. Emerald eyes widened, but Kurama refused to show any more fear than that of which he'd already shown. A hand came into Kurama's cheek, Kurama had to practically restrain himself back from whimpering as the other person began to stroke his cheek. Kurama averted his emerald gaze and made movements to escape, only to once again be restrained by the metal chains. "So beautiful...". He whispered in the red hair, stroking it a few times. Kurama let out an audible whimper; he couldn't stand being touched by him.
"And that's why you need to die!" He hit Kurama hard across the head, sending him down to the stone floor. Kurama felt his chains bring unlocked from around his limbs and an arm hoist him up. He met evil-looking violet eyes and he felt something sharp cut across a good portion of his body, scattering blood and knocking him against the wall. He felt a sharp pain arise throughout his body, only to realize he had blood running down his entire left side in a log and deep wound running all the way from a few inches away from his left eye, down his pale cheek, all the way to mid thigh. Kurama winced and recoiled from the hit. It wasn't like he would be able to fight back well towards this person, he only had basic training in self defense. He felt himself being pinned against a wall. Kurama whimpered again, if he had a choice between pain and this, he'd certainly take first. Kurama practically cried out when he felt a tongue pass across his skin, quite near to one of his ears. Kurama struggled to regain his composure, succeeding in doing do he asked what had been on his mind for a long time. "I must ask, who are you and why did you bring me here?" The man chuckled again and kissed the corner of his lips.
"I introduce myself as Karsu" he said " And I have brought you here to kill you." Kurama opened his mouth to ask another question, which was immediately answered by Karsu.
"I always say, you need to kill the ones you love, it's a fascination I should say, seeing someone like that squirm in fear from you intimacy and torture." This guy was just plain physco, Kurama couldn't find an explanation any more simple that that. With snap of his fingers, invisible bombs appeared around Kurama. Kurama felt one explode on his side, then countless more after that. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, feeling a pool of blood form around him only a few minutes after he fell. Karsu was extremely amused and walked over to Kurama who was lying in the ground, unable to move much. He quivered as he felt Karsu lift his chin up, this time to kiss him directly on the lips. The redhead's eyes widened in immediate fear, Karsu merely climbed on top of Kurama and began running his fingers through the long red hair. Inside, Kurama had practically exploded, screaming no, and no again internally. Nothing seemed to come out though, Kurma couldn't do anything except lay there in complete shock, unable to say or do anything because he was pinned down by Karsu.
"I'll show you true pleasure before you die..." he whispered against his lips, beginning to remove his shirt.
Emerald eyes snapped open and Kurama shot out of bed breathing hard. He heard a large boom, followed by the flash of lightening, it lit up his room for a minute and then faded, a silence returning accompanied only by a comforting sound; Kurama's favorite sound, rain. It took him a minute to realize that this time he was on he floor, not to mention h had a throbbing pain in he side of his head from when he had fallen out of his bed, most likely hitting the nightstand on the way. Gosh, these dreams were really getting to him now. This dream had been repeating a few times a week for two months now, the same one every time. But, as it seemed, they'd been affecting him worse than usual that was saying something.
Kurama blinked as his eyes adjusted to almost unnatural darkness, glancing to the digital clock on his bedside table. He sighed, 2:00 on the dot, he'd never be able to sleep now, no matter how hard he tried. You wouldn't be surprised that this intelligent young man was extremely sleep deprived. He yawned and stretched, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a dark greed button up shirt. Before buttoning up his shirt he look a chance to look over his right arm. As it had always been, a long, twinning from his wrist to his shoulder. With one glance at in, anyone could tell that his arm had been badly injured in the past. He sighed softly and pulled on his shirt fully, buttoning each button carefully. Of course, it came as no surprise to see such a scar on his arm, meaning, he'd had it for nearly three years now. He knew it was foolish to hope that one day, when he woke up, he'd find to his surprise that it was gone. Yes, but still, it didn't keep him from wishing, wishing that this was all a bad dream and that when he woke up, he'd finally realize that.
Rain greeted him as he opened the door to the porch of his small cottage, thundering and spilling down around the sides of the porch roof. There was nothing that fascinated him more than watching the rainfall. It was so beautiful, yet it could be so destructive, and yet, sad and gentle at the same time. How could that be? He chuckled at his thoughts and looked up to the oppressive sky, which in turn, seemed to try intimidating him with a few more steaks of lighting and particularly loud thunder.
He just smiled u at it, unafraid.
Again, Kurama questioned himself about such things. Why did nothing seem to scare him, not storms, heights, monsters, death, loneliness, heartbreak or pain brought any fear to the redheads heart; wasn't that what most people feared? Most normal people, that is. What did Kurama fear, you ask? Wasn't anything slightly frightening to him? Yes, indeed, what the redhead feared most, was other people. When Kurama thought about it, he scolded himself for fearing such a pathetic thing. Yet, why shouldn't he? People were liars and traitors, he was a person too, which gave him right to nearly fear his very being. He pondered for a moment, wondering why he didn't hate himself. It wasn't like he was and angel or another creature, free from such charges. Perhaps it was because it's almost physically impossible to fear yourself. He confirmed to himself that fact before getting his mind off the subject.
Meanwhile, Hiei was awoken to hammering rain. He gave a trademark "Hn before shaking a few drops of water off of him that had found their way onto his clothes while he was sleeping. It was still raining, how he hated that damn rain! It was a thought that went had been going through his head since the rain first began. He groaned when he realized that he'd only been sleeping for a little while. The 'never-tiring' person, for once in his life felt drowsy and groggy.
This didn't stop him; he threw back on his black cloak and continued to walk. Not too long after, a question came into his mind. How long should he stay here? As this boy traveled often, he rarely stopped, and when he did, it was often for only short bouts of time. He took out a wallet, counting his money carefully. Well, he still did have almost a thousand dollars, getting a small meal here wouldn't hurt he supposed, deciding that the rest of the money would be reserved for a dire situation. He remembered back to when he'd actually been saving up this money, for a car, to be specific. But who cared, he no longer needed such things. Those life savings were crucial to his survival, once in a while used to buy medicine or new clothes, and could hardly be wasted on such foolish things. Hiei thought of going down to the river to catch a fish to eat, possibly rabbit or a small animal like that. This thought made him shiver. He was so sick of that food; a nice meal would be wonderful now.
Across town, Kurama stepped off his porch, letting himself be soaked by the cool downpour and breathing in the scent of wet, fresh air joyfully. He walked along the side of a street that led to the main part of town. Now seemed like a good time to walk; no people were out, that was for sure, and he hadn't taken a good, long walk in the rain for such a long time. He was brought to his senses when he ran into someone, being knocked clear off his feet and onto the ground, hitting the sore spot on his head that had just stopped throbbing a few minutes ago. Kurama leapt up, almost jumping out of his skin and backed away fearfully. An angry looking figure glare back at him, as if the redhead had committed such a crime, that he would like to kill him. "Watch where you're going, baka!" the back clad boy growled harshly back. Kurama backed away, still scared into thinking that all strangers were dangerous, cruel. "Gomen nasai" he repeated over and over again, masking the fear in his voice for the time being. The boy nearly sneered and walked past Kurama, not bidding him any type of reply nor even a farewell.
Kurama trembled and stood after the boy left, cursing himself for not watching where he walked. To his luck, he had fallen in a puddle, really soaking himself. Rain rolled off his already sopping shirt, giving him cause to shiver. With a sudden realization of how cold it had grown, he walked back to his house, taking shelter under the porch for barely a minute before he headed into his house. Water dripped off his clothes onto the floor as he headed to the bathroom to change outfits. Inside, he was careful to shut and safely lock the door before stripping quickly down, drying off then redressing in his new set of clothes. That was much better, already, he felt warmer than he had a minute ago. He coughed deeply after this though, followed by a loud sneeze and a couple of shivers. Just what he needed, a cold now. He'd have to write done some cold medication on his shopping list. Good thing he was going to the store tomorrow.
Hiei growled as he walked through the street still. Who the hell had that been out at this time of night? Several questions swarmed through his head. He was reminded that NORMAL people were supposed be asleep now. Who knew, maybe she out such a time of night? He rolled his eyes at that, had she been a girl or a boy? The figure surely looked to be a girl, long flaming crimson hair, large jade eyes. But then again, such a voice was slightly low high pitched a boy. Even thought it could have passed as a boy's voice, it could still be mistaken as girly, a sort of soft alto. And even more, as Hiei hated to admit it, that person, hopefully a women, had been very, very, pretty.
Okay, that's where I end it for now. Please read my few notes for now. I will try to get this updated soon as possible, but if at some point in the story, my updates begin to lapse, never give up. I WILL update my story. A slow update either means the real world calls, or I have a rather bad bout of the dreaded writer's block. I have never, nor will ever give up on a story people are expecting from me. On the reviewing note, I really appreciate your opinion. Ever heard that writers live for reviews. I am not putting my story up to be ignored, and I will be upset if you do not review. points to reader As it goes for flames, yes, I am a Yu Yu Hakusho obsessor, I know Hiei's supposed to go with Mukuro and Kurama, supposedly, with Maya. I am also aware of what Togashi-san said in that official interveiw, for I, Kyoka Ikeda, am a Yuu Yuu Hakusho obsessor, and there is practically nothing I know about anything pertaining to Yuu Yuu Hakusho. I like to write this way, as you flamers like to write the way you do. Flames and/or lectures, or ANYONE telling me to go to hell along with a kind reviewer, will not be appreciated. I am not simply going to obey such orders as 'going to hell' or stopping writing the way I do simply because someone doesn't like Heidi and Kumara together. I am a person, and I do have feelings.