Ok, I know this is short, but it's one of those life imitates art whatevers. So yeah. I'm not feeling witty today…. I have a lot of stuff that's a little longer to write. Enjoy this meanwhile.
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"Maybe I just care too much."
The words echoed in Hiei's head.
The words Kurama had uttered just moments ago.
The fire apparition tore the bandages from his injured right arm and stared at it. Kurama cared. Too much. What exactly did that mean? Hiei clenched his fist sending shockwaves of pain all the way up to his shoulder.
"What do I feel?" the raven haired boy cried out pounding his fists on the ground sending further shockwaves of pain up his arm, but he ignored them. They didn't compare to the pain he felt inside. When Kurama had said that, he had turned and walked away, ok, more like stormed away. Kurama must think he hated him. Slowly Hiei turned towards Kurama's house only to feel the kitsune's ki behind him. He stared at the red-head at a lost for words.
"K-Kurama. I, I don't hate you. I-" Hiei wrapped his arms around the kitsune.
Silence between them.