Regular Disclaimers apply. I don't own anything! I'm just a big loser who abuses other people's characters! Forgive me! *falls over*
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"I've told you before…not to sneak up from behind me, Kurama."
"So you have, Hiei."
Day broke to dusk turned to evening, orange spilling through the horizon like ink on a clumsy artist's canvas, drowning out only slightly as deep purple violently pulled at its seems from the east.
In a quiet swish of deep green silk from the slender, breathtakingly beautiful, young man's ancient Chinese-styled tunic, the addressed Kurama elegantly swept back rich crimson locks that spilled mercilessly over his almost slight but dignified shoulders, swaying gracefully up to lean against a cheaply painted metal railing overlooking busy rush hour traffic.
"I love the Ningenkai(1)," the red head smiled, facing out towards the darkening sky, leaning up against the building roof's metal banister propped up on his thinly covered elbows.
"Hn," was the only reply from his stoic companion.
Ruby eyes glared down at the emerald eyed beauty beside him, as the fire demon tried desperately to look unamused from his perch sitting atop the railing. Returning his gaze to the hustle-bustle of the lively human city below, a cool night breeze gently played with his heavy mass of messy, almost spiked, short black hair. It swept softly into his pale, handsome face, right above the bridge of his nose, and he leaned into the breeze's tender caress.
"Humans are weak. You shouldn't allow yourself to get so connected to the human world, fox."
With a soft chuckle, Kurama replied, "It's a little harder than you make it seem, Hiei."
He looked down at his hands, his long, slender fingers that never rightfully belonged to him.
"After I took this human body, was born into this world, I've fallen deeply in love with the Ningenkai…and…"
"…and that human mother of yours. I've noticed."
Kurama sighed heavily and leaned back up against the cold, steel bars.
"Yes."
Hiei regarded him with a cool, apathetic glance, holding it for a few moments before pulling at his thick, black cloak. Without so much as a curt farewell, he dropped forward from the paint-chipped railing, landing smoothly and soundlessly on the currently spectator-free, sidewalk concrete five stories below. He grunted with disapproval, sparing one final glance up at the fox-youko spirit who now paid him little mind as he watched a noisy flock of ducks honk over head. Clenching his fist angrily, the short, dark demon disappeared into the shadows of a nearby alley and into the night.
End of Prologue
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"I've told you before…not to sneak up from behind me, Kurama."
"So you have, Hiei."
Day broke to dusk turned to evening, orange spilling through the horizon like ink on a clumsy artist's canvas, drowning out only slightly as deep purple violently pulled at its seems from the east.
In a quiet swish of deep green silk from the slender, breathtakingly beautiful, young man's ancient Chinese-styled tunic, the addressed Kurama elegantly swept back rich crimson locks that spilled mercilessly over his almost slight but dignified shoulders, swaying gracefully up to lean against a cheaply painted metal railing overlooking busy rush hour traffic.
"I love the Ningenkai(1)," the red head smiled, facing out towards the darkening sky, leaning up against the building roof's metal banister propped up on his thinly covered elbows.
"Hn," was the only reply from his stoic companion.
Ruby eyes glared down at the emerald eyed beauty beside him, as the fire demon tried desperately to look unamused from his perch sitting atop the railing. Returning his gaze to the hustle-bustle of the lively human city below, a cool night breeze gently played with his heavy mass of messy, almost spiked, short black hair. It swept softly into his pale, handsome face, right above the bridge of his nose, and he leaned into the breeze's tender caress.
"Humans are weak. You shouldn't allow yourself to get so connected to the human world, fox."
With a soft chuckle, Kurama replied, "It's a little harder than you make it seem, Hiei."
He looked down at his hands, his long, slender fingers that never rightfully belonged to him.
"After I took this human body, was born into this world, I've fallen deeply in love with the Ningenkai…and…"
"…and that human mother of yours. I've noticed."
Kurama sighed heavily and leaned back up against the cold, steel bars.
"Yes."
Hiei regarded him with a cool, apathetic glance, holding it for a few moments before pulling at his thick, black cloak. Without so much as a curt farewell, he dropped forward from the paint-chipped railing, landing smoothly and soundlessly on the currently spectator-free, sidewalk concrete five stories below. He grunted with disapproval, sparing one final glance up at the fox-youko spirit who now paid him little mind as he watched a noisy flock of ducks honk over head. Clenching his fist angrily, the short, dark demon disappeared into the shadows of a nearby alley and into the night.
End of Prologue