Standard Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or Hiei *SOB*. To
continue, I shall now begin the standard ranting.
Fugen: Why of WHY can't I own YYH?
Kurama: It's because the law states—
Fugen: Oh, hell with the law. I WANNA OWN YU YU HAKUSHO!
Kurama: But it's illegal to.
Fugen: *glare* And I suppose you'd say the same thing about a certain fire demon who just so happens to be half koorime, right?
Kurama: I'll get back to you on that -- --;
Fugen: Damn you legal system!!!!!!!!
~If I told you where I'd be spoiling things~
"Hiei?"
Kurama looked around, confused. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was a bloody battle with a youkai, and then the ground suddenly breaking up, followed by a dark, long fall. Hadn't Hiei and the others fallen with him? Kurama took another step further into the underground cavern, his footstep deafening in the walled place.
There was no sign of the outside, so it was surprising that the cavern was lit, as if by invisible candles. Even so Kurama kept on hand on the cold damp wall, just to be extra cautious. Slowly and warily he walked round a curve, coming to a large, hollowed out room.
It was...amazing. The roof of the cavern looked much more like a clear night sky littered with silver and gold stars, with broad streaks of a lighter blue in the background, signaling the presence of a comet that didn't show at all. The walls of the cavern were obsidian, polished to the degree that Kurama could clearly see his reflection in the volcanic stone and silky to the touch.
In this underground nirvana, an occupant was already there.
It was...a samurai? The young man, perhaps Kurama's own age, was seated with the left leg bent and held up against him, the right one laid on the ground at an angle. The back was bent forward, the left eye closed, the right eye covered by a black eye patch, a picture of sleep. One arm was half-wrapped around a sword sheathed in a black scabbard, the other laid upon the right leg. The samurai wore all black, which matched his hair, jet- black and tied in a loose sort of ponytail just below his neck. Kurama stared. How similar this assumed samurai was to his own Hiei. All black. Pale skin. Slender almost delicate body.
And, even though the stranger was asleep, a show of no emotion, a veil that covered a fiery, lonely soul beneath it. How sad to see that that chains sprouted from almost every corner of the little, supposed paradise, rusty chains that bound both samurai and sword. How ironic it was too. It was as if to represent Hiei and his locked store of emotions.
Almost reverently, hesitantly, Kurama reached out through the chains with one slim hand.
//Fox...//
His fingertips touched the stranger's cheek, a cold, but living stretch of skin.
//Stupid fox...//
Something was about to happen. The samurai was about to do something, either awaken or to go on sleeping. But something was going to happen, and it had everything to do with Hiei.
//There's a lot about me you don't know.//
//I know, Hiei. But it doesn't matter. I love you anyway.//
//...One day...you might live to regret it...//
Fugen: Why of WHY can't I own YYH?
Kurama: It's because the law states—
Fugen: Oh, hell with the law. I WANNA OWN YU YU HAKUSHO!
Kurama: But it's illegal to.
Fugen: *glare* And I suppose you'd say the same thing about a certain fire demon who just so happens to be half koorime, right?
Kurama: I'll get back to you on that -- --;
Fugen: Damn you legal system!!!!!!!!
~If I told you where I'd be spoiling things~
"Hiei?"
Kurama looked around, confused. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was a bloody battle with a youkai, and then the ground suddenly breaking up, followed by a dark, long fall. Hadn't Hiei and the others fallen with him? Kurama took another step further into the underground cavern, his footstep deafening in the walled place.
There was no sign of the outside, so it was surprising that the cavern was lit, as if by invisible candles. Even so Kurama kept on hand on the cold damp wall, just to be extra cautious. Slowly and warily he walked round a curve, coming to a large, hollowed out room.
It was...amazing. The roof of the cavern looked much more like a clear night sky littered with silver and gold stars, with broad streaks of a lighter blue in the background, signaling the presence of a comet that didn't show at all. The walls of the cavern were obsidian, polished to the degree that Kurama could clearly see his reflection in the volcanic stone and silky to the touch.
In this underground nirvana, an occupant was already there.
It was...a samurai? The young man, perhaps Kurama's own age, was seated with the left leg bent and held up against him, the right one laid on the ground at an angle. The back was bent forward, the left eye closed, the right eye covered by a black eye patch, a picture of sleep. One arm was half-wrapped around a sword sheathed in a black scabbard, the other laid upon the right leg. The samurai wore all black, which matched his hair, jet- black and tied in a loose sort of ponytail just below his neck. Kurama stared. How similar this assumed samurai was to his own Hiei. All black. Pale skin. Slender almost delicate body.
And, even though the stranger was asleep, a show of no emotion, a veil that covered a fiery, lonely soul beneath it. How sad to see that that chains sprouted from almost every corner of the little, supposed paradise, rusty chains that bound both samurai and sword. How ironic it was too. It was as if to represent Hiei and his locked store of emotions.
Almost reverently, hesitantly, Kurama reached out through the chains with one slim hand.
//Fox...//
His fingertips touched the stranger's cheek, a cold, but living stretch of skin.
//Stupid fox...//
Something was about to happen. The samurai was about to do something, either awaken or to go on sleeping. But something was going to happen, and it had everything to do with Hiei.
//There's a lot about me you don't know.//
//I know, Hiei. But it doesn't matter. I love you anyway.//
//...One day...you might live to regret it...//
