Yay! A one shot!
A Hiei fic(like always) but this time he reminisces about his sister and about his mother.
VERY SHORT, one shot, just a little randomness, set in the winter. It's what I think Hiei thinks about whil he's alone in the winter.
Her
I think Kurama was talking to me, but then again, I didn't really care. I stayed silent in my tree for a long while, staring up at the sky, and at some point in time he must have left, because I suddenly realized his energy was gone, for a moment I felt bad, but I had better things to do than listen to his rant about his day.
It was snowing, after all. I always had better things to do when it was snowing.
For one thing, I was trying to decide whether or not I really should tell Yukina, and it was something I did very often, every time it snowed I would pick the tallest tree I could find, and I would hide, watching the little drops of snow float down to the earth where they were crushed by any random person who thought they were insignificant. They didn't see the snow's important, they didn't see it's significance, after all, there would be more snow next year, and the year after that, and the year after that…
But I digress. I was trying to understand what I should do about my baby sister, how should I tell her(if I decide I shall tell her) when shall I tell her? And my greatest fear: Will she hate me?
At that thought, I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to get it out of my mind.
It was the same thing, year after year after year. I would contemplate telling Yukina, I would watch over her closer than ever, and I would gather the courage to tell her…and then, at the very last minute, I would always chicken out, and return to my tree to hide.
I wondered silently if this year was going to b any different.
It wasn't.
Glancing back up at the sky, I felt myself smile, something I didn't do very often.
Thinking about Yukina always made me think about her.
Thinking about her always gave me some…odd sense of being, some odd feeling of warmth.
I remembered the first, and only words she had ever spoken to me.
"My son…my beautiful baby boy…Mommy loves you…yes, Mommy will always love you…always."
I recited the words in a dull whisper, my eyes now half closed.
How I hated her. Thinking about her made my stomach turn. She was the wench who had condemned me to this fate, damned me to this hell, and for that, I will always hate her.
And yet…
I spent a great deal of my life searching for her. I didn't know why then, and I still don't know why now, perhaps I was searching for a place to go…but I knew I wouldn't find it with her.
"My son! You killed my son!"
Back then , I knew she would welcome me back there with open arms…but what about them?
No…I could never return to them…and it was all because of her…