Benevolence's Misery

by xHungDossx

Happiness is a variation of peace. It fills until there is no room for emptiness. Nothing is left to crave. Hiei learns that when he is unwittingly lured into it by his gentle sister. A drabble because fragments are voluminous.

Benevolence's Misery

Vivid. Flamboyant notwithstanding prudery. Surreal; encased eternally in the fantasy of his psyche. Seeking home, seeking her, a tepid strength that should have been denied by the season of her core. Obsessively, almost lovingly, envisioning the counterpart. Stripped from the same womb and confined to thresholds of the terrifyingly bleak. Stark. Arrant. So lonely despite the deadened limbs circumvent, a joy that vaguely teased locks and self-brought bonds. Dark even with his fire ablaze. Purposeless save meaningful gazes. Striving on matter that, like all, will disintegrate. Wholly unreliable. Irrational like the figure before him, fingers outstretched, holding the key. With that stunting all endeavors of a combatant hungry for familial affection. Lifting the curse and icing his passion. No longer was she the leading role of his theatrics. The Fire apparition found himself starring alone. But she was still so pictorial-a vision that practically bounced on his retina, and he could not refuse her and the offer for perpetual tranquility. Dulcet compared to his reticence. Clueless to his stagnant know how. A display of innocence to his alleged monstrosity. Whether she advanced wittingly or it was random coincidence held no meaning.

Hiei held the gem in his palm.

Gelid but soothing yet so raw and cutting.

Hina.

Then, Yukina. An authentic carbon copy or a kind forgery?

Again, what did it matter?

Either way, he bid riddance to vehemence and gave way to peace, tangible as much as the snow, tasteless and blatantly contradictory.