Well here's chapter 1. Don't make fun of suicidal people. They can't help it, most of the time. I myself know. I'm getting help for my self destructiveness. The story WILL get better, I hope. If you have any ideas feel free to share them. If I don't use them. I will either later on or in the second version of this story. Enjoy
Hiei walked along in the dark woods.
Thinking about none other than Kurama.
He was a little depressed, from the day's events.
He jumped up a tree and unsheathed his sword, pressing the blade against his wrist.
The dark crimson blood looked almost black in the dark.
He started to draw designs in his arm. Hiei sighed, he wished that he could stop.
No one knew that the great Hiei suffered from depression.
It was his secret.
Why he did it not even he didn't know, maybe it was because Kurama could never love him, or
because he couldn't tell Yukina that he was her brother.
Satisfied with the pain that he just witnessed, he drifted off into a deep, undisturbed sleep. The last thing he remembered that night was the soft chirping of the chrickets...