I was listening to 'The Only One' from Evanescense when I wrote this and while reading it--I realized the song brings the darkness of the story. Nonetheless, I expect that the end of this one-shot those not sour your thoughts on reviewing this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, enough said.
"Blood"
In the dark, secluded room where he was detained, continuous thumps of fists hitting the wall echoed around the commode. The flesh starting to tear from his knuckles, revealing pink skin coated in a thick coat of blood, the crimson liquid splaying itself on the white wall as the fist notoriously punctured the cement.
Pressing his forehead against the wall, Hiei cried in pain, tightening his hold on his fist till the fingers formed red half-circles in the palms of his hands, feeling the anger and rage veering him into insanity, the fire demon punched the wall, ignoring the ail, his face being stained by droplets of the sanguine liquid from his veins.
'Koenma-sama' Botan whispered, her voice idle in nostalgia, holding her hands close to her chest, silver tears streaming down her face. His knees buckled, using his forearms to square himself, his face contorted in rage, growling, his arm retracted, the bleeding knuckles grazing the wall.
Blood trekked down his hand, falling to a small puddle of the crimson fluid. 'I truly am sorry…' Koenma choked, his eyelids dropping close. He couldn't protect him! He couldn't protect him! He couldn't protect him! His bloody punch emphasized the words in his head, his fist slipping against the wall ensanguined in red.
'What are we going to do with shorty, Urameshi?' Kuwabara asked quietly.
They had purged him from his sword, thrown him in the quietness of the dark room, the only light entering through the small window at the top of the wall. They had ignored his screams, his agony, his pain, his blood. With thinking, ruthless, Hiei punched the wall, the cold stone beneath his knuckles being penetrated, spilling debris.
'I don't know what to do,' Yusuke whispered, 'I've never seen him like this'
He had undressed in the dark, hiding from himself, hiding from all; his teeth grinding together, biting the insides of his gums, tearing the pink skin. His muscles unclenched painfully as he forced his arm forward, his fist hitting the wall. The only person who had walked up to him, smiled at him and held out his hand. And he couldn't protect him!
'Mr. Hiei has me worried' Yukina whispered fearfully.
A sort of whimper left Hiei's lips, blood dripping down the side of his mouth, his shoulders slumped, and his fist left the wall. Sliding down the wall, the sweat dropping down his nose, his lips parted in heavy breathing. Falling to his knees, the ground's coldness embraced his nude form. The one he loved…
'I love you' Kurama whispered.
Embracing his bloodied self, Hiei studied the floor wordlessly, the rage being drained from his body, the darkness around him fazed in blurry tones, his vermillion eyes closing, "Kurama…"
And unconsciousness consumed him.
Shuichi Minamino
A Loving son, A True friend, A Clement Lover.
If you are confused, let me clarify some things. Hiei is alone in a secluded room, the people who are talking are not in the room, he is remembering what each person had said. Including the profession of love his late lover had said.
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