Author's Note: Yeah, another Kurama POV… thing about Hiei. I really like writing this ship from Kurama's point of view for some reason, I'm not sure why. I think it's because it's just too easy to write about Kurama – he's pretty, he's nice, he's practically perfect in every way. But it's a little harder, I think, to write about Hiei. He has fewer positive traits. This is quite short, and I apologise. But I'm really snowed under with assignments and stuff, so I decided that I'd just vent by writing something short. I'm also contemplating adding a second Chapter to Wildcat. Hope you like this. As always, feedback is invaluable.
Like Candlelight
To most, he was hardly desirable to behold. A scrawny little thing with the devil in his eyes, he drew from most only fear, or scorn. To me, it was the most enchanting thing I'd ever seen. That devil, that very fury that inspired so much loathing captivated me like candlelight... no... like a raging forest fire, a living, raging disaster that tore his merciless course through any and all that blocked his path, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes as he reduced greatness to dust . When first witnessed, it was horrific, disturbing... but as I continued to silently watch him, my perception altered dramatically. I saw deadly wildfire flaring and dancing against an empty black sky, casting a hot, haunting light across this world: my world. It was the most beautiful sight I had witnessed in my entire life, and I witnessed it often. Not the idealized kind of beauty that just anyone can see, but a kind that most will refuse to look at; a dangerous temptation that I knew could eventually draw me in and consume me. And the most terrifying thing about it was that I don't think I would have tried to resist. He could have done anything he wanted with me... and I would have allowed it.
I grew weary of his teasing, had spent too long watching the flames dance and wanted to immerse myself in that tragically misunderstood turmoil and become a part of it. And yet I was afraid that the slightest twitch in the breeze could cause the course to change, away from me. And so I waited until the moment that he burned his brightest, so unbearable and yet at the same time so demanding that I had to throw away all inhibitions lest I go mad with the scorching torment that came with watching the overbright blaze...
I allowed my fears to stop me from gaining a most priceless treasure... perhaps he was right to say that I've gone soft over the years. It no longer matters. By the time I was truly prepared to burn, only the sparking embers remained for me to hold before I finally forced myself to let them flee between my fingers - as I had been doing all along.