Love?
Hiei
Emeralds.
His eyes glitter with mischief, most of which is probably from his youko side of life. They're always bright, never dull.
Deep shade of green...
... perhaps too alive to be two pieces of cold stone.
His eyes are new spring leaves set with the morning dew. Every so often, you can see his golden eyes.
Kurama is just curious to me. Humans have always been a huge mystery that I'll most likely never figure out. Other youkai have always been something I avoided - usually only coming in contact with another to fight or strike some sort of shady deal.
He is both of them. He is human, and a stunningly beautiful one at that. He is youko, and it will often show though to someone who knows what to look for.
I let my pride get in my way too much. My pride is the only thing that controls me - that and Kurama. Pride often prevents me from being with Kurama.
I can't let go of it. He's beautiful, and I feel unworthy of him. What do I have to offer him, after all?
I'm an arrogant little bastard, and damn proud of it, too.
What else do I have? A connection with him? Perhaps, but I can't be sure if we truly ARE bonded or not. How should I know, after all? I've never bonded before - I stayed away from other beings. Maybe for the first time I have an actual friend. He may be something more...
But how can I KNOW?
I accidently brush up against him, and it takes a great deal of willpower not to shudder.
He is looking at me. I can feel his eyes. I know he is thinking of me - something I can feel through the so-called bond we have. I can't tell what he is thinking about specifically - for some reason he's blocking his thoughts.
That stupid fox - he knows damn well that I would never intrude on his thoughts without him being completely willing. He is broadcasting his walls so much that they are intruding on my own thoughts.
Not that he isn't always in my thoughts, anyways. He's always in my mind - smiling, winking, laughing...
A slight breeze passes by us and I absently notice out of the corner of my eye his hair being picked up and tossed around as if the wind was playing with it. I ache to run my fingers though his hair, whether is be red or silver...
Golden eyes and silver hair. I never noticed that before.
Well, he is a jewel. I glance at him to see him still looking at me, and I feel my mouth turn slightly upwards into something resembling a smile.
Friendship or love?
Doesn't matter to me. I'm happy with whatever we've got.
And as long as he is too, it's okay.