This is my second story, so it should be a little better. Please review!
The snow crunched under Kurama's boots as he walked back to his house.
He had called his okaasan earlier that evening, telling her that he would be late.
Why? Why indeed. Even he didn't know why. He felt the hollow space in his heart. It was growing, almost engulfing him in sadness and misery.
His white trench coat was soaked at the bottom. He didn't even notice when the cold wet seeped into his pant leg.
He had one thing on his mind. He always had one thing on his mind, now. Hiei. He thought of the fire demon. He thought of his cruel, hard hearted ways. He remembered when they had been a team. An unbeatable team. How he remembered.
The crunching stopped when he hit the pavement in front of his house. He trudged up the steps and opened the door. It was unlocked. He grimaced, and pushed it open. The snow flurried in around him, making a mini-snowstorm around him in the hallway. He took off his trench coat and stepped out of his boots. His mother came out to seem him.
"It's about time you got home. Where were you? The hospital?" Her eyes clouded with worry when he nodded his head. He looked away. He hated to worry his mother.
She clasped her hands together and helped him hang his coat. She walked back to the kitchen, and he followed. "Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked, not looking at him.
"Yes," he answered, sitting at the kitchen table. His red hair cascaded down his back when he took off his hat that he had tucked it into.
His round, emerald eyes searched the homely, comfortable kitchen for answers. Why? He asked his tea cup, as it was placed in front of him. He gazed down into the pooling depths of his cup and sighed.
The water was slightly tinted red, from the herbal tea bag. He gazed into the red eyes staring back him. There were circles under his eyes. His red hair was melting from the snow.
His face was tight with worry and tenseness. His mouth was slightly lowered at the corners, making him appear to be frowning all the time.
He had not looked at himself in a long time. No wonder okaasan was worried. He picked up the cup and breathed in the warm, rosy scent. He took a sip and then a gulp. He suddenly needed the warmth. He gulped it down, and then set it down to rest.
He closed his eyes. Memories sifted through his head. Of him. Him. He had never known how much he would miss Hiei until he was gone. Now he knew. A lot. A ridiculous amount. Everyone missed him.
With his sarcastic remarks and devilish smirk, he stayed in Kurama's thoughts, all the time. He would not leave. Ever since that day, he never left. It was like Hiei was haunting his mind, and he wasn't even dead yet.
Almost. He should be, He thought grimly. We would all be much better off if Hiei was just dead and done. No more worry, no more anxiety. No more wondering if Hiei woke up and had no idea where he was. No more. Death would be better than this.
He was startled awake by a car door slam, at the next house next to them. He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts.
He blinked and stared at his cup again. He could see the shape of his pointy hair in his tea leaf dregs. He would be haunted until he died. He stood up and brought his cup to the sink, washed it out, and headed for his room. It would be a long night.
What do you think? I know tha its kind of short, but the next chapter will be longer. I will reveal a lot in the next chapter. Please review, and I will post it quicker.
