He clutched the rose, smelling it , tears falling from his eyes. Why did it end like this? Why did things like this always happen? Ever time he gave his heart away it was destroyed and returned with fragments missing.
He didn't think he'd ever love again. He had been almost sure of it. What about that devilish fox had caught his eye? Was it his beautiful, flowing red hair? Green eyes? Soft, silky skin? His temperament of a docile creature? No, He wasn't sure.
What he was sure of was the love for him. Each night spent tucked away in his bed, the moments stolen from battle. The kisses shared behind trees, the hugs given whenever they were needed. He needed him. He wanted him. He couldn't live without him, but now he had to.
Kurama was gone. A whisper in the wind. So as Hiei clutched the red, red rose, he sobbed, his heart ripping in agony. The petals brushing his cheek, as if to try and remove the tears.
Hiei hiccupped, his tears making him hysterical. He looked at the rose, picturing it was he who was gone.
What had killed the fox? Nothing. He was not dead. He was not missing. He was in fact in the very room with Hiei, unreachable and untouchable. Yet tangent, but missed.
Hiei looked at the rose, the color of his Fox's hair, and wept.