Summary; Kurama never sleeps because of his Insomnia, but attends school anyway. Hiei, the new student at school saves the redhead when he passes out down a flight of stairs. He thought he'd never see the boy again, but fate apparently doesn't think so. HxK.
Disclaimer; Everything is of the creation of Yoshihiro Togashi-sama. Everything but the plot, of course.
I took a bit shorter with this one, but I finished it. :) I thought this one was WAY more suckish than the last. But that's just me. Enjoy and please R&R.
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"Leave Me Alone!"
Kurama slammed the front door shut and stalked up the steps, ignoring the call of "Welcome home, sweetie," from his mother who sat in the kitchen drying some dishes. She frowned. Kurama always at least muttered an, "I'm home," before going upstairs. And today he looked annoyed.
She sighed and set down the glass cup she was drying. Wiping her hands on her apron, she left the kitchen and strutted upstairs and knocked on her elder son's door.
"Kurama, dear, are you alright?" she asked quietly through the locked door.
"Leave me alone!" Kurama snapped from the other side. After a stroke of silence he muttered, "I'm sorry, mother." He sounded as if his voice were breaking. "I didn't mean to snap. I…I just had a bad day at school and wish to be alone."
Shiori smiled. At least he still had a sense of manner. "Alright, sweetie, I'll call you down for dinner when it's ready," she cooed and wished she were in her son's room. She could just imagine his head in his arms while he lay on his desk and she just wanted to stroke his hair and tell him everything was alright. But she couldn't because the door was locked. So she returned downstairs to finish making dinner.
Kurama ran his hand over the right side of his face until it was in his hair and he pulled. Tears ran down his face.
"Why the hell am I crying?" he asked himself. He took his other hand, pulling it into a fist; he slammed it on the desk, causing a few pens and papers to jump as if in surprise. After a few more minutes of awful sobbing, he stood up and walked over to his window, sliding it open carefully. He looked outside. His step-father, Kazuya, was home. He could tell because his car was in the drive way. His step-brother, Shuuichi, has stayed after school that day for some project.
He changed into some ratty jeans with holes in the knees and then, slowly, he crawled out the window and reached for the tree just outside his window. The sky was slowly brewing a thunderstorm in an angry gray mass. Kurama ignored the far flashes of lighting that sparked every so often and the low rumbling of the thunder clouds as if they were hungry; a very deep and ominous growling.
Ever so gracefully, he swung his light-weight body through the branched and leaves and landed on the ground, the dry, dead, leaves crunching under his feet in a welcoming tome. He couldn't wait for the thunderstorm to come his way. He felt that the thunderstorm matched his mood today—angry and yet a bit dreary in the midst.
Kurama thought about where he should go. He thought of going to Yuusuke's house. He had left his bag at school and had a strong feeling that Yuusuke had grabbed his stuff before he left. But he knew Yuusuke would be all worried and invite him over to a dinner he wouldn't eat, so he decided not to. It wasn't like he had any homework to complete. So, he settled on going to the park. He wished to be alone and he bet the upcoming storm shooed any wanderers that were left in the place.
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"C'mon, Yukina! Hurry up!" Hiei called to his sister, attempting to shield himself from the rain with a thin binder.
"I'm coming, Oniisan! Ooh!" Yukina called, nearly falling as she ran to catch up with her brother.
Believe it or not, these two teens were brother and sister, twins in fact, though they didn't exactly look like it.
Hiei had big and black gravity defying hair and always wore a scowl on his face. He hated anything cute and cuddly and always wished pain and death to his enemies. His sister was his only friend.
Yukina Jaganshi has long ice-blue hair which was pretty odd to most people. Some said she dyed it, but it wasn't, and Hiei knew. She's had that color of hair her whole life. She loved life and loved a lot of things—kittens, puppies, flowers—anything a little girl would like. She could get friends easily because she was nice and lovely. But sadly she couldn't keep them because she moved a lot.
The only thing the two really had in common was their short size of about 5'2" and their eye color which was a beautiful brown that looked tinted in red.
Hiei grabbed Yukina's hand as soon as she met up with him. "We don't want you getting sick, Yukina. Do you have your umbrella?" Hiei asked.
Yukina nodded and under the protection of Hiei's binder, she dug in her messenger bag a pulled out a bright red umbrella. She opened it up and put it over their heads so that they were both protected from the pouring rain.
"Let's get going," Hiei said. Once Yukina nodded again he muttered, "Damn, why did Genkai have to buy that damn temple on the other side of the town? Come; let's take the short cut through the forest." He led her to the park.
"It's really pretty here," Yukina commented. "We should come back here when the rain stops."
"Sure, but let's focus on getting home now!" Hiei said, yelling at the end as a loud crash of thunder sounded and Yukina squealed. "C'mon!" he yelled, grabbed her hand and ran, not caring if he got wet.
They ran by trees, small gardens, rained-out stands and wet benches. They stopped for a breather by the playground. The playground looked ratty and old. The slide's color was fading from a bright dandelion to a grayish yellow. The paint on the small bridge was chipping and the chains hanging the swings were rusted. There was a young boy on the swing set. He had on ratty-old looking jeans and a black jacket with the hood up. Underneath the jacket it looked like her had on a dress shirt with a tie tied loose. A shadow covered his as he looked down at his feet and the sand.
Hiei couldn't help but think that the boy looked oddly familiar. Sighing, he turned to his sister.
"Ready to go? We're almost there," he said.
Yukina looked up. "Yeah," she said over the pounding rain. "Let's go." This time, she grabbed his hand and led him away, walking.
Hiei looked back and caught the boy sweeping back some of his hair that looked a bit red. It instantly struck him like the lightning miles away.
"Could it be that kid from earlier?" He wondered. Then he shook his head, "It can't be, he left earlier. I saw." It was then that he decided that he would come back to the park's playground when the rain let up.
Hopefully the boy would still be there.
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Kurama sniffled and rubbed his jacket sleeve over his face to dry it of the rain and tears. Now whose smart idea was it to go out in the pouring rain?
"Oh yeah, mines." He sighed and stepped into the park. He quickly jogged over to the old playground in the middle of the park He loved this playground. It was his favorite place to be, besides in sleep. He loved to be in sleep when his mind allowed.
He sat on the swing set. His favorite seat, to be exact—the third one from the left. This was his seat. It said so in the childish handwriting on the underside of the seat in Sharpie marker. It read "Kurama" with a backwards "K." He smiled a little smirk before it was wipe off by a loud crack of thunder and more rain.
Quickly, he snapped his hood over his head. He sat there for a while until he heard panting along with the pattering rain. Kurama raised his eyes ad saw… that guy from earlier.
"What the hell?" he muttered quietly to himself. "What's he doing here?" He kept looking at him. He was with a girl about his height with ice-blue hair holding an umbrella. Suddenly, Hiei looked at him and he snapped his head down lower causing some strands of his hair to fall from their place in the hood of the jacket.
He heard Hiei sigh and looked back up. He had turned to the girl asking, "Ready to go? We're almost there."
The girl looked at him and nodded saying, "Yeah. Let's go." She grabbed his hand and led him away.
Kurama couldn't help but think that that girl was his girlfriend and knot constricted itself in his gut. He clutched his stomach and swept back the hairs that had fallen into his face.
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After a bunch of wrong turns and a couple of right ones, the Jaganshi twins finally made it home. Genkai was out on the porch drinking some warm tea…in the rain. They sure had a weird grandmother. Together, Hiei and Yukina stopped in front of her and bowed, greeting her with, "We're home, Obaasan." Hiei only called his grandmother by her first name when she wasn't around.
"It's disrespectful," Yukina scolded him once, "We should honor Obaasan for what she's done for us."
Hiei just scoffed and Yukina huffed.
Genkai nodded and placed her tea on the small mat on the floor. "Welcome home," she said then nodded.
The two nodded as well, stood up straight and went to their rooms.
Hiei's room was on the far side of the temple and decorated to his liking. The walls were wood as it was a temple and didn't want to disturb the integrity of the place with black paint. Plus, Genkai would slap him if he dare paint the walls black. He had a king sized be with a beautiful red and black comforter and matching pillows. A mat was laid out on the floor and some swords in their sheaths were hung on the wall. A dresser was against one wall while the closet and the attached bathroom against the other.
Hiei threw his bag on the desk next to the door then walked back out. He went to Yukina's room and opened it slightly.
"Yukina?" he asked.
She was sitting at her desk. Their rooms were arranged about the same way, but her room was different colors. The furniture was a pale ivory and the sheets a light blue. She had a big window in the back right above her bed with a lovely view of the stream that flowed behind the temple.
"Yes?" she said, not looking up from the essay she was writing in her beautiful calligraphy.
"I'm going out for a bit. I just wanted to let you know before I left," he replied.
Her head snapped up. "What? In this rain?" she asked, worry evident in her voice. She didn't want her brother to get sick.
"Yeah. The rain is letting up and I'll be fine."
"But—"
Hiei cut her off, "I'll be fine. Finish your homework. I'll be home before dinner. I promise."
She nodded and sighed in defeat.
"Be careful," she muttered and returned to her work.
Hiei smiled in victory and went to attempt to find his grandmother. To no avail, he gave up and wrote a small note and stuck it to the kitchen counter, then set off to the park, where he hoped that boy was still there.
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On his run over there, Hiei began to wonder why he was so worked up about that stranger on the swing set. For all he knew, it could be some rapist or a mad serial killer. Or maybe he could be some psycho maniac hiding in the park because he just escaped from the loony-bin and the men in white uniforms and Anastasia needles ready in their hands are looking for him. Or, or, or… He really needed to stop watching so much television.
Finally, he made it. The park. He jogged through it, looking for the playground and just when he arrived to it, the stranger had gotten up and was walking away.
"H-hey! Wait!" Hiei called, ran towards him and slipped on the damp sidewalk. He slapped himself. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He slapped himself again.
He looked up at the sound of wet foot-steps coming his way. Then his brown-red irises met with the beautiful yet sad sight of dead emerald pupils.
"So it was him after all," Hiei noted and scratched out all those earlier possibilities.
The redhead grimaced at the sight of Hiei and Hiei wanted to slap him, but then he asked, "Are you alright?" and held out a hand.
Hiei nodded and grabbed the thin hand, making note of how fragile it felt. He felt scared to hold it for fear of breaking it and almost let go. But he hung on.
"I'm fine, thanks," Hiei said. Kurama nodded and began to walk away, but Hiei's call of "Wait," stopped him.
Kurama turned, "What?" he asked in a monotone voice.
"What happened March 23rd?"
The redhead paled. "I-I'd rather not talk about it," he muttered and began to walk away. Hiei grabbed his thin wrist. Everything about this boy was small and thin and fragile.
"Leave me alone!" Kurama cried.
He looked into Kurama's eyes. They were wide open and he looked fearful. He ignored it and said, "No, I want to know about it. And I want to know now."
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That sucked! Lol. Sorry if it takes a few months to update, again! xD Just please bear with me. Please R&R. :)
-XK
