Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho and all its characters don't belong to me.
Author's Notes: If anyone's used this idea, like the memory loss thing, than I apologize. I just figure that it's probably been done before and I'm not meaning to copy anyone. This is my interpretation of it.
Summary: Kurama wakes up to find he remembers nothing, even his name. The only one by his side to lead him through the fire of painful memories that begin to flood inside of him is a familiar pair of red eyes, a certain demon named Hiei. Yaoi. Angsty.
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Chapter One: Echoing Silence.
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I awoke. I can feel a slight pressure on my burning forehead. It's cool and soothing. I remain with my eyes closed, not wanting the comforting dark to disappear.
Then all the sudden it hits me. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? My eyes snap open. The light blinds me at first, but soon I adjust to the brightness of the room.
I'm staring into deep fire red eyes. I blink and a man's features come into focus. He's a short skinny man with spiky black hair and a scowl on his almost cruel looking face. For some reason the cold chill of his spirit energy is somehow comforting to me as though it is very well-known to me.
He is peering at me as though searching for something in my face. "Kurama...Kurama?" he asks me, reaching out his hand to touch my cheek with one finger. His face shows no expression, but for some reason I get the feeling that he is worried for me.
Kurama...That name seems familiar. I guess that must be my name. He is talking to me after all.
I sat up, the thin blanket that I was lying under sliding down to my waist. I feel the sudden chill of the room and I look down at myself. My chest is bare with only a few bloodied bandages to cover it. Was I hurt? I don't feel too bad. My head is aching terribly though.
I was about to swing my legs off of the bed before realizing that I wasn't wearing anything on my lower half. I pause, unsure, wondering what the hell was going on. The man gently places a hand on my leg as though telling me not to get up. I obey this gesture by lying back, only to jar my body as I land carelessly back onto the bed. The pain's coming back to me now and I begin to wince.
A strand of fiery red hair falls down softly against my cheek. Carefully, I pick it up and run it through my hands, surprised. I don't remember having such red hair, but then again I can't remember anything else.
The man is watching me as I do this. I turn my gaze towards him. His continual watching is making me nervous. I cough slightly. I wish he would introduce himself or at least tell me something about who I am or where I am. Instead he reaches over to a table that is beside the bed I am laying on. Carefully he hands me a glass filled with some sort of liquid. I reach out a hand to take it and our fingers brush against each other slightly. I feel something jolt within me at the physical contact and I turn to him wondering.
I look into his eyes searching for any trace of emotion or hint that would reveal to me what relation he had to me.
Finally my calm state begins to crack. The hand holding my glass begins to shake slightly. Where am I? Who am I?! I want to scream these words out so that they echo across the silence of the room. I want to feel them reverberate against the walls of my prison in which I am caged from the truth.
My face contorts in pain and confusion. I want the man to understand me. I want him to know the terrible emptiness I am feeling inside. I'm relieved to find that he seems to know what I'm feeling because he gently reaches out and grips my shoulder, steadying me.
I look down at the liquid inside my cup. My throat is parched so I take a little sip. The liquid has a slight herbal taste, but I ignore that as it soothes my sore throat. The man takes the glass from me when I finish and sets it back down on the table top. Then he turns to look at me once more as though expecting something.
He's so silent, so terribly silent. I want to know who he is! I want to know what's happening! I can feel tears start to burn in my eyes and my throat begins to ache. I try to hold them back, but I'm not strong enough to hold the flood. A lone tear struggles out of my grasp and rolls down my cheek.
The man, he reaches out to brush away the tear almost tenderly. I look at him in surprise. There is absolutely no emotion in his face, but I can feel it boiling within him.
His lips part and he finally gives me that tidbit of information that I've been longing for, his name.
"Hiei." He says this slowly and intensely as though my response means everything to him. I know he's talking about himself though, by the look in his eyes. I know he's searching my own eyes for any sign of recognition, he wants me to remember something. I can see desperation begin to form in his scarlet eyes when I don't respond. He sets his hands on my shoulders like he's pleading me to remember.
Through the silence I can feel the powerful heat of his fear beginning to grow. I shiver and slowly shake my head signaling that I do not recognize him, that I can't remember.
My actions seem to cut into him agonizingly for he begins to tremble. It's barely noticeable, but I can sense it. I can tell he's hurting inside.
I wonder why he's so upset. Were we close? Is it possible that this 'Hiei' as he calls himself, actually meant something special to me? I don't know...I just don't know.
I can't know. I search my mind frantically only to find that it is empty...completely empty. There's nothing left, but a void where the memories of my life should have been. I dig even further inside of me till I feel that I am beginning to burn. A faint memory is almost within my grasp, but as soon as I clasp onto the scrap of recollection, it blazed into scattered traces.
I can't find my memories. It's like they've been locked away from me on purpose. The deeper I dig the more the fire licks at me and burns me from the inside out.
I relinquish my search for now, frustrated with myself. I feel so weak. Why is this happening to me? Why am I like this? Tears begin to flow down my cheeks as I am unable to suppress them anymore.
I'm hurting inside. I want someone to comfort me and hold me. I want someone to tell me that everything is going to be alright. I feel like the weight of everything unknown to me is crashing down on top of me and I'm about to be suffocated.
A sob tears its way out my throat and I clutch my hands together trying to get these overwhelming feelings in control. Much to my surprise I feel arms gruffly wrap themselves around me. I look down at 'Hiei' and see that he is staring up at me with the oddest expression on his face. It's like he's in great pain, but doesn't know how to show it. It'd almost like he's not capable of showing it.
He's pressing his face against my chest now, saying something. I can barely hear his muffled whisper, but what I can understand astounds me.
"You're alive...Kurama....You're actually alive..." his voice sounds....scared. For some reason the fact that he is scared...frightens me. I don't know why, but I feel in my heart that he was never the type of person that was scared.
My heart beats faster with excitement. Am I starting to remember something?! But as soon as that remembrance came, it went as though blown away from my grasp once again.
"Hiei." I say slowly as I stare down at him. He looks up at me and I smile softly indicating that if I do not remember him I at least I know I should. He looks relieved at this sight.
I seem to calm as I look into his eyes which have now calmed back into their normal pools of molten crimson. I let him hold onto me for a while longer, somehow finding strength in his bittersweet embrace.
Author's note #2: I know you haven't found out why Kurama can't remember a thing and I haven't explained anything, but be patient. It's from Kurama's point of view and you'll learn as he learns. Also please review if you liked it. I want to know if this is something worth continuing. Thank you all very much for reading!
Author's Notes: If anyone's used this idea, like the memory loss thing, than I apologize. I just figure that it's probably been done before and I'm not meaning to copy anyone. This is my interpretation of it.
Summary: Kurama wakes up to find he remembers nothing, even his name. The only one by his side to lead him through the fire of painful memories that begin to flood inside of him is a familiar pair of red eyes, a certain demon named Hiei. Yaoi. Angsty.
.......................................................
Chapter One: Echoing Silence.
.......................................................
I awoke. I can feel a slight pressure on my burning forehead. It's cool and soothing. I remain with my eyes closed, not wanting the comforting dark to disappear.
Then all the sudden it hits me. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? My eyes snap open. The light blinds me at first, but soon I adjust to the brightness of the room.
I'm staring into deep fire red eyes. I blink and a man's features come into focus. He's a short skinny man with spiky black hair and a scowl on his almost cruel looking face. For some reason the cold chill of his spirit energy is somehow comforting to me as though it is very well-known to me.
He is peering at me as though searching for something in my face. "Kurama...Kurama?" he asks me, reaching out his hand to touch my cheek with one finger. His face shows no expression, but for some reason I get the feeling that he is worried for me.
Kurama...That name seems familiar. I guess that must be my name. He is talking to me after all.
I sat up, the thin blanket that I was lying under sliding down to my waist. I feel the sudden chill of the room and I look down at myself. My chest is bare with only a few bloodied bandages to cover it. Was I hurt? I don't feel too bad. My head is aching terribly though.
I was about to swing my legs off of the bed before realizing that I wasn't wearing anything on my lower half. I pause, unsure, wondering what the hell was going on. The man gently places a hand on my leg as though telling me not to get up. I obey this gesture by lying back, only to jar my body as I land carelessly back onto the bed. The pain's coming back to me now and I begin to wince.
A strand of fiery red hair falls down softly against my cheek. Carefully, I pick it up and run it through my hands, surprised. I don't remember having such red hair, but then again I can't remember anything else.
The man is watching me as I do this. I turn my gaze towards him. His continual watching is making me nervous. I cough slightly. I wish he would introduce himself or at least tell me something about who I am or where I am. Instead he reaches over to a table that is beside the bed I am laying on. Carefully he hands me a glass filled with some sort of liquid. I reach out a hand to take it and our fingers brush against each other slightly. I feel something jolt within me at the physical contact and I turn to him wondering.
I look into his eyes searching for any trace of emotion or hint that would reveal to me what relation he had to me.
Finally my calm state begins to crack. The hand holding my glass begins to shake slightly. Where am I? Who am I?! I want to scream these words out so that they echo across the silence of the room. I want to feel them reverberate against the walls of my prison in which I am caged from the truth.
My face contorts in pain and confusion. I want the man to understand me. I want him to know the terrible emptiness I am feeling inside. I'm relieved to find that he seems to know what I'm feeling because he gently reaches out and grips my shoulder, steadying me.
I look down at the liquid inside my cup. My throat is parched so I take a little sip. The liquid has a slight herbal taste, but I ignore that as it soothes my sore throat. The man takes the glass from me when I finish and sets it back down on the table top. Then he turns to look at me once more as though expecting something.
He's so silent, so terribly silent. I want to know who he is! I want to know what's happening! I can feel tears start to burn in my eyes and my throat begins to ache. I try to hold them back, but I'm not strong enough to hold the flood. A lone tear struggles out of my grasp and rolls down my cheek.
The man, he reaches out to brush away the tear almost tenderly. I look at him in surprise. There is absolutely no emotion in his face, but I can feel it boiling within him.
His lips part and he finally gives me that tidbit of information that I've been longing for, his name.
"Hiei." He says this slowly and intensely as though my response means everything to him. I know he's talking about himself though, by the look in his eyes. I know he's searching my own eyes for any sign of recognition, he wants me to remember something. I can see desperation begin to form in his scarlet eyes when I don't respond. He sets his hands on my shoulders like he's pleading me to remember.
Through the silence I can feel the powerful heat of his fear beginning to grow. I shiver and slowly shake my head signaling that I do not recognize him, that I can't remember.
My actions seem to cut into him agonizingly for he begins to tremble. It's barely noticeable, but I can sense it. I can tell he's hurting inside.
I wonder why he's so upset. Were we close? Is it possible that this 'Hiei' as he calls himself, actually meant something special to me? I don't know...I just don't know.
I can't know. I search my mind frantically only to find that it is empty...completely empty. There's nothing left, but a void where the memories of my life should have been. I dig even further inside of me till I feel that I am beginning to burn. A faint memory is almost within my grasp, but as soon as I clasp onto the scrap of recollection, it blazed into scattered traces.
I can't find my memories. It's like they've been locked away from me on purpose. The deeper I dig the more the fire licks at me and burns me from the inside out.
I relinquish my search for now, frustrated with myself. I feel so weak. Why is this happening to me? Why am I like this? Tears begin to flow down my cheeks as I am unable to suppress them anymore.
I'm hurting inside. I want someone to comfort me and hold me. I want someone to tell me that everything is going to be alright. I feel like the weight of everything unknown to me is crashing down on top of me and I'm about to be suffocated.
A sob tears its way out my throat and I clutch my hands together trying to get these overwhelming feelings in control. Much to my surprise I feel arms gruffly wrap themselves around me. I look down at 'Hiei' and see that he is staring up at me with the oddest expression on his face. It's like he's in great pain, but doesn't know how to show it. It'd almost like he's not capable of showing it.
He's pressing his face against my chest now, saying something. I can barely hear his muffled whisper, but what I can understand astounds me.
"You're alive...Kurama....You're actually alive..." his voice sounds....scared. For some reason the fact that he is scared...frightens me. I don't know why, but I feel in my heart that he was never the type of person that was scared.
My heart beats faster with excitement. Am I starting to remember something?! But as soon as that remembrance came, it went as though blown away from my grasp once again.
"Hiei." I say slowly as I stare down at him. He looks up at me and I smile softly indicating that if I do not remember him I at least I know I should. He looks relieved at this sight.
I seem to calm as I look into his eyes which have now calmed back into their normal pools of molten crimson. I let him hold onto me for a while longer, somehow finding strength in his bittersweet embrace.
Author's note #2: I know you haven't found out why Kurama can't remember a thing and I haven't explained anything, but be patient. It's from Kurama's point of view and you'll learn as he learns. Also please review if you liked it. I want to know if this is something worth continuing. Thank you all very much for reading!