Chap 12

He hopped gracefully across the rooftops of the city, his feet barely skimming the cement below his feet. He hoped that maybe he could find something to comfort Kurama in his pain at his house. It seemed to take no time at all to find the beautiful rose gardens that adorned the yard of his beautiful home. Hiei wished that his home where like this. He would never admit it, but he secretly loved Kurama's flowers. He wished that one day his home could be adorned with them, not dark and foreboding as Mukuro's had been. He opened the window quickly and silently, slipping into Kurama's bedroom. He began rifling through the dressers, his fingers fumbling for anything that Kurama may find comforting

"It's wrong to snoop in someone's house, Hiei." Her voice was cold and gravely, ice coating the words as they seethed out of her mouth.

Hiei's hair prickled along the back of his neck as he turned to face Mukuro. She steeped to him, her stride quick and confident. His hand moved instinctively to his sword, ready to defend himself if her actions deemed it necessary.

She glanced down to his hand, her eyes sparking defensively. "I'm not here to fight you, Hiei."

His eyes narrowed and he gripped the hilt of his weapon. "Then why are you here?"

"Well," she smiled cynically. "I was hoping Youko Kurama would come home."

Hiei's eyes blazed in the darkness. It was as if his soul had caught fire and it reflected in his crimson orbs. "You will not touch him." His voice was glazed with shards of ice that seemed to shatter all around her.

Hiei did not miss the glimmer of sadness that gleamed fleetingly in her eyes. "And then I realized that you would always hate me if I killed him."

He was sure that his overwhelming shock showed in every contour of his face. Was this really the cold, calculating former lord of spirit world?

"Hiei?" Her voice was so soft that it seemed to echo in his head. "Is this really what you want?"

He nodded quickly. He knew that this was where he wanted to be….Wherever his Kitsune was.

"Hm…" She smiled a soft, sad smile that he had never before seen on Mukuro's face. "Then I guess you've finally found your place. You finally belong to something, like you never would to me."

With that she faded into the darkness of the night. He followed her shadowy form out the window until she disappeared. As he gazed out to the gardens, his eyes fell on the roses that had flourished under Kurama's practiced hand. He smiled. She had been right. He did finally belong…to someone…..

Kurama took in a long, deep breath of fresh air. He had been in the hospital for only a couple of days before they had allowed him to leave. Yusuke and Kuwabara had come almost daily to check on him. To his surprise they had never asked him any questions concerning the happenings at the reception. Maybe they didn't want to know, or maybe they already knew more than he thought. Regardless, they where both waiting for him outside of the hospital doors.

"Kurama!" Yusuke jumped on him, trapping him into a friendly hug.

"We thought you'd never get outa there!" Kuwabara laughed, his voice echoing loudly in the parking lot.

"Hey," Yusuke's face contorted to confusion. "Where's Hiei? That little punk was really worried about ya….And he's not even here!"

"Ya!" Kuwabara added. "I don't even think he came to visit."

Kurama chuckled. They didn't realize that after Hiei had disappeared the first night, Kurama had awoken to a single rose, expertly cut, lying by his bedside. Since then Hiei had never left the hospital. For the rest of his time there, all Kurama had to do was gaze out his window and from only a few rooftops away he could see Hiei's crimson orbs glimmering brilliantly. Though, he did have to wonder where Hiei was now. He had to wonder if the little demon hadn't run away to demon world again to be with Mukuro. Had his words of affection been false? Or perhaps a dream?

After a few jovial words with his friends Kurama signaled a taxi and instructed the driver to hurry to his home address. As they pulled in he breathed a great sigh of relief and payed the cab driver.

"Shuichi! I'm so glad you're home!" Shiori reached out and gathered her son into her arms. "When you're friends told me that you were leaving for a few days to celebrate Kuwabara's wedding I was a bit shocked."

Kurama had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling. So that was the excuse that his friends had made up? He was happy, though that they had kept his hospital visit from his mother. He had already caused her enough grief in her life. He didn't wish to burden her with the knowledge of his near fatal incident.

"Well?" Her voice shook him from his thoughts. "Was it fun?"

"Yes mother. It was very fun."

"Good." She smiled sweetly at him. "Now go upstairs and get some rest. You can tell me all about it later."

He nodded and returned her smile, silently happy that she had given him a few hours to ponder the best story regarding his 'trip'. His legs still slightly weak, he climbed the steep steps to his room. He opened the creaking door with a sigh. He dreaded the emptiness and silence awaiting him in this room. It would give him time to think, but thinking was the last thing he needed to do right then.

"What's wrong, Fox?" A familiar voice entered his ears and his heart beat hastened.

His lips stretched across his face into a genuine smile. "So you did come."

"I told you I would be waiting for you." His shadowy figure emerged from the corner of the bedroom. He walked to the bed and flopped onto it nonchalantly. "Or did you think I wouldn't keep my word?"

Elation filled every pore of Kurama's flesh as he realized that Hiei's confession had not been a poison induced dream. Hiei had truly accepted his love…Even confessed his own. He dropped the overnight bag that had been slung across his shoulders and flew across the room to the beautiful little demon lying so conveniently on his bed. He quickly captured Hiei's lips with his own and to his delight Hiei not only accepted the kiss, but deepened it, sweetly probing his mouth. As a closed his eyes and pressed his body against the little fire demon, he thought of the stars he had taken down from his ceiling. Now he wouldn't need them. Now he had his little fireball tucked safely in his arms, never to be lost.


Author's babble: Srry peoples. This was actually supposed to be the end of chapter 11, and thus the end of losing you. However, my computer did something funny and didn't upload the second part of the chapter. So….HERE is the final chapter to Losing You. Here, albeit long overdue. Thank you for being so patient (or impatient) with me as I fumbled through my life, with my muse, and through this fic. I sincerely appreciate all of my reviewers. ESPECIALLY those who have been patient with me as they followed the ups and definite downs of this fic. A great HUGE thank you to blackrose Kitsune, my fellow author and one of my best friends. I really appreciate all the help you have given me with brainstorming all of this fic, even this last part. I heart you my midget. There IS another fic coming out. Give it a week and the first chappie will be out. Love you all! Dillio OUT!