A Demon's Love pt. 14
Shiori and Genkai watched from a distance around a corner as the two lovers talked. Both wore small smiles on their faces.
"They're very lucky," rasped Genkai as Shiori turned to looked down on the old woman. "To have found such true love at such a young age."
"Yes," Shiori whispered her eyes watering.
"Why do you cry child?" asked the old psychic as she watched Shiori wipe her eyes.
"It reminds me of my love," Shiori whispered again sniffling.
"I sense you found your love at this age too?" Genkai rasped, her voice filled with wisdom and experience.
Shiori nodded. Genkai smiled. Yusuke and the others walked silently up to them. Hiei looked up to the human mother strangely, wondering why she cried. He shook his head unable to understand human emotions. Genkai turned to the small fire demon sensing his confusion before turning back to the sight.
"Yes," Genkai said suddenly making everyone turn toward her to listen. "Love. The emotion that makes the stars shine brighter and the moons radiate whiter. The emotion that makes the heart race and a person smile. Love is something unexplainable. It is an instinct. It's a something that sets off a signal in your heart triggered by your one and only soulmate. Do you understand Hiei?"
Hiei turned to the old psychic and nodded as a rare smile of understanding played across his lips. They stood there in silence as they listened to the soft murmurs and whispers of two lovers. (Author's note: It may sound like Hiei is falling for Genkai, but I didn't mean it that way! It's a scary thought. Believe me I didn't. I'm really sorry if it sounded like it did.)
Koenma walked towards the shop window looking at the object that caught his eye. It was a black sketch book with a rose etched in gold into the cover. It came with a small set of pencils, sketching crayons, and a sharpening blade. Koenma had never known Kurama to be an artist, but he knew the kitsune had a taste for the finer things in life whether human life or demon life. Quickly, he went inside the store curious of the small book.
The store was a small art shop. Paints tubes and bottles sat on the shelves filling the air with their pungent smell. Boxes of pencils, pens, crayons stood in holders, lay in boxes, and lined along the shelves. Piles and bundles of ribbon sat in large bins waiting to be picked up by buyers. Canvas hung on the walls displaying their sizes. Koenma spotted an old man thick with white hair neatly parted to the side and black glasses.
"May I help you?" the old man asked from behind a counter as he noticed Koenma looking around the shop.
"How much would that set be in the window?" the disguised Koenma asked pointing to the small book, the crayons, the blade and the pencils.
"About 10,000 yen," the old man replied smiling.
Koenma searched his pockets hoping he remembered to bring human money. He sighed in relief as he felt a small clump of bills in his last pants pocket. He pulled out a small bill reading 10,000 yen. He smiled. 'That was a close one,' he thought relieved.
"I'll take it," Koenma said handing the bill to the old man.
The old man shuffled from behind the counter and to the window. He picked up the small book and pencils. He packed them in a bag and handed them to the Rekai prince. Koenma smiled.
"Thank you," said Koenma smiling happily.
"You're welcome," replied the old man kindly as he watched Koenma leave the shop.
Koenma walked into the late afternoon sunlight as the sun near its setting. A light Ningekai breeze billowed his robes and scarf, making them lightly dance in its flowing grasp.
The late afternoon sun shined brightly, turning the trees and flowers a bright orange as it stretched their shadows to many times their normal size. The lovers silently chatted hands intertwined savoring their only moment together. In the distance, Kizna began to hear soft whispers and murmurs.
"Kurama?" Kizna whispered to her love, smiling as she looked down on their intertwined hands.
"Yes?" he replied caressing her hand.
"I think someone is listening," she whispered lightly chuckling.
"Who is it?" he asked curiously.
"I don't know," she replied as she looked into the temple forest. "It might be the others."
Kurama shook his head, chuckling.
"Call to them," he whispered turning to see a sliver of her light blue hair.
He longed to touch the small strands. He wanted to bury his face deep within their shiny depths. He longed for the smell of roses that rested in them. He quietly sighed, knowing he could never have that until after the wedding.
"Who's there?" Kizna called into the distance to something around the corner.
They exchanged glances all wondering how she could have heard them. They slowly made their way around the corner to find Kizna's curious silver gaze.
"Uh... Kizna!" Yusuke cried nervously. "It's getting late don't you think?"
"Well, I suppose so," Kizna replied unsurely wondering about Yusuke's strange behavior.
"Yes, it is rather late," added Shiori softly smiling. "Suuichi! We should be going."
The lovers sighed despairingly. Kizna felt a small kiss upon her hand before it slipped from his warm grasp. She smiled as she turned to the door one more time.
"Goodbye Kurama," she whispered so no one could hear except for him.
"Goodbye Kizna," he whispered back to her. "Coming mother!"
Kizna raised her hood as Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei quickly ushered her away. Inside among the roses, Kurama stood up, dusting off his clothing, turned gray from the old chapel floor. He opened the chapel doors wide revealing what he had done to his mother and Genkai. He looked out on to the temple forests and caught a small glance of midnight blue. Genkai and Shiori looked in awe of the beauty of the chapel.
The roses were in bloom and would last for many days without imperfections. All the topiaries were in place and neatly tied with their ribbons. The lanterns and sunlight cast a soft glow on the roses and colored patterns on the wood floor. Genkai and Shiori walked around the chapel taking in all the beauty of the roses and light.
"Suuichi did you do all this?" his mother asked amazed as her son nodded. "It's beautiful."
"Very nice," complimented Genkai as she looked around her chapel.
'So that was the energy I felt,' she thought in awe.
"Come Suuichi," Shiori called to her son. "It's very late, and we don't want to bother Genkai- sama."
"Thank you," said Shiori as she and her son walked out of the chapel.
"You're welcome," replied the psychic her rasping voice filled with kindness.
Kurama and Shiori walked into the late afternoon sunlight enjoying the last rays of the sun as the stars chased it away. They walked in a comfortable silence as they walked down the deserted streets of the city. The first stars of the night sky smiled down on them as they walked home.
"Suuichi," Shiori said suddenly making her son turn towards her.
"Yes mother?" replied Kurama looking towards her.
"Out of curiosity," she began looking to her son. "What would you and Kizna want as a gift?"
"Nothing mother," he replied smiling. "We don't need anything. You've done enough for the both of us. And you've done more than anyone could do in a lifetime without knowing it."
Shiori looked at her son in curiosity as she wondered about what he had said. 'You've done more than anyone could do in a lifetime without knowing it,' she thought as the words ran circles in her mind. 'Without knowing it?' Her gentle face broke out into a smile as she looked into her son's eyes.
"You are so much like your father," she said, feeling the tears come once more.
Kurama pulled her into an embrace as his mother's tears began to fall in silent waterfalls onto his clothing. 'You've done more than you could have ever imagined mother. You raised me like I was your actual child. You cared for a demon as though it were an equal to you. You cared for my future wife as though she were your daughter. And... You taught me to love,' he thought happily a small smile upon his face. 'Thank you.' Shiori pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her son. He smiled in return. They quickly walked into the distance, eager to get to the apartment building and get out of the cold night air.
The apartment lobby's warm air warmed their souls as a blush began to streak across their faces. They quietly rode the elevator to their floor and made their way to the apartment. Kurama quickly made his way to bed, tired from using his spirit energy to grow the roses.
"Goodnight mother," Kurama called as he walked into his room.
"Goodnight Suuichi," she replied smiling.
Kizna stared once more at the stars as she sat in her room at Keiko's house, wrapped in a towel. She looked at her small hand and smiled as she felt the familiar tingles of his kisses upon her skin. Her light blue locks shined from the water she used to take her bath after she learned the controls for a human bathroom from Keiko. Keiko had come home a few hours before she had gotten back and was sleeping peacefully in her room. She stood letting the towel fall to her feet around her naked ankles and bare feet. She placed on her clothing and lay in bed looking into the distant stars and midnight blue sky above her window. 'Goodnight Kurama,' she thought as her eyes sagged in fatigue. She pulled her cloak close dreaming of him as she slept.
'Goodnight Kizna,' a kitsune thought as he drifted off to sleep, inhaling her scents that rested in the sheets of his bed. The stars seemed to shine down, smiling on two lovers as they slept silently and peacefully as they dreamed of one another.
Kurama woke the early morning sunlight as the golden rays chased and shooed him from his dreams, telling him about a new day dawning. He sighed in sadness and despair as he lost the visions of her that danced and played in his head. He grabbed his clothing and made his way to the bathroom for his shower. The smell of warm bread wafted through the apartment as Shiori continued to make their breakfast.
He stepped into the shower feeling the warm water splash down on his back in pips and plops, savoring their warmth, but it wasn't as warm as her. He sighed. He finished, quickly brushed his hair and changed into his clothing. Walking into his room, Kurama began to pack his school bag with his books and papers. He spotted the jewelry box that held her gift nearby and quickly packed it along with his supplies. 'I'll stop at the temple after school,' he thought as he placed the box in his bag. He heard his mother's cry, calling him to breakfast as he quickly left his room to join her.
Shiori set two simple plates of rice and sausage on the table as her son walked into the kitchen. They quietly sat down and began a quiet meal.
"What do you have planned for today Suuichi?" she asked as she gracefully lifted her chopsticks to her mouth.
"Well I was planning to go to the temple after school, mother," he replied, idly playing with his food with his chopsticks. "If you don't mind."
"I don't see why not," she replied kindly. "Why did you need to go?"
"I still have a few things to take care of," he replied calmly.
"All right," she said happily as she stood to clear the table. "But don't stay too late."
"Yes mother," Kurama replied as he took his dishes to the sink.
Quickly, Kurama went to brush his teeth and to gather his school bag. Shiori watched in silence as she always had done the many days of his life. She watched as her son quietly exited her home.
Kizna woke to the sunrise as she heard the familiar scuffles of Keiko's footsteps walking down the hall to the nearby bathroom. She walked to her bedroom door and silently opened it. Keiko turned to her and smiled.
"Good morning," greeted Keiko kindly, receiving a smile from Kizna in return.
"Are you going to this school again?" Kizna asked curiously.
"Yes," Keiko replied smiling.
Kizna smiled in return.
She waved as Keiko walked out onto her street ready to go to her school. Kizna watched throughout the day watching and looking down on the humans.
Kurama sighed in frustration as the other students bombarded him with questions. He eagerly watched the clock as he sat in his last class hoping it would end soon. He sighed once more as he ignored the bombardment of questions. His sighs turned to sighs of relief as he heard the dismissing bell, telling students to go home. Quickly, he ran to the temple to avoid the incessant questioning.
He looked around at all the trees as he slowly walked up the long flight of stairs. Genkai stood atop the stairs as though she were waiting for him. She looked down on the red haired boy, looking around in all directions of the forest. Kurama turned to the old woman and smiled a friendly smiled.
"What are you doing back here?" the psychic asked as she looked up to the taller boy.
"I have a few things to take care of," replied Kurama as he began to walk past her.
"Remember," Genkai said sternly. "I want no harm to come to this temple.
"Yes, I understand," replied Kurama looking over his shoulder.
Looking to the roses, Kurama walked into the chapel. He smiled seeing as his roses were still in good condition. He walked to the altar where thin rose vines were waiting for him. Gently, he held out the black velvet box towards them after he unpacked it from his bag. Small and thin, the vines crept towards the box. Their green limbs entangled themselves around the box getting a grip on the black velvet with a soft creak. They pulled it out of his hands and into the thick vines of roses. He smiled as he turned to walk out of the temple. Genkai turned towards Kurama as she watched him exit her temple.
The days seemed to fly on swift wings except for the lovers. Questions still plagued the wedding guests minds as they wondered about the mysterious fiancé. They asked and asked, but he refused to tell them. It was the night before the wedding as everyone began last minute preparations.
Keiko sat in her room with her door locked as she began to wrap the hairbrush set in white paper with silver wedding bells and white ribbon. Kizna sat in her room always watching the night sky thinking of her love. She smiled at the large package as she set it down next to her bed. Her bridesmaid gown hung behind her door waiting to be taken to the temple for her to wear.
Botan and Koenma sat in their Rekai office as they began to wrap their gifts. Botan's gown hung on a spare wall hook in its plastic wrapping. Next to it, a traditional black tuxedo hung on the wall. The building was quiet and empty with all the workers home for the night as Botan and Koenma exchanged a quiet conversation.
"Koenma, does your father know that your going to be going to this wedding?" asked Botan as she examined the clock, wrapped in white paper and red ribbon.
"Well...." Koenma began nervously as he fiddled with the small package wrapped in white paper with red roses and rings.
"Koenma," Botan interrupted sternly. "Did you tell Enma about the wedding?"
"Uh..... no," Koenma replied nervously as he sweat dropped.
"Koenma!" she chided as though she were his mother.
"Please don't tell anyone I'm going!" cried and begged Koenma as he sat on his desk throwing a tantrum. "I don't want to face punishment."
"All right," Botan sighed exasperated.
Koenma sighed in relief.
Hiei watched from Kuwabara's tree in the back yard as the red head prepared his gift. He wondered what the human could be doing. He quietly hopped down from the tree, carrying his suit on his back and the figurine in his pocket and silently crept to the sliding door to look through the blinds. Small sticky bows littered the table top as Kuwabara placed each colored bow in a corner of the frame trying to decide what color he would use. Hiei arched his eyebrow in curiosity. 'Stupid human,' he thought as he studied Kuwabara's odd behavior.
Kuwabara held up a small white bow in the corner of the frame as he wondered if the bow could match. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow in the blinds outside of the door. He turned and found Hiei looking at him strangely. He blew Hiei a raspberry making the fire demon look at him in anger. Hiei's silent lips mouthed and muttered something about stupid humans. Hiei raised his hand, calloused from his battles and fights, and began to violent bang on the thick glass door, threatening to break it open. Kuwabara raised his hands frantically waving them, trying to make him stop as Hiei smirked. He could hear his sister upstairs shrieking at him.
"KUWABARA!" Shizuru cried angrily. "SHUT UP DOWN THERE!"
"SORRY SIS!" Kuwabara cried back to her as he rushed to the sliding door trying to get it open letting in Hiei.
"Stupid human," Hiei muttered as he walked in casually into the warm house.
"What do you want shrimp?" asked Kuwabara frustrated. "I'm busy."
"Hm," Hiei grumpily replied as he ignored the humans rant as he studied the multi colored bows lying idly on the table.
The camera sat nearby, filled with film, ready to use. He held up a small red bow and carefully examined it wondering what humans could use them for.
"It's called a bow shrimp," Kuwabara said sarcastically. "We use them to wrap gifts."
Hiei snapped out of his daze as he turned to look at the taller human strangely. Kuwabara sighed as he shook his head exasperated. Walking to the closet, Kuwabara pulled out rolls of wrapping paper and lay them in front of the smaller demon. Hiei arched an eyebrow.
"Wrapping paper," Kuwabara explained sarcastically as he pointed to the colored rolls. "Wraps gifts and presents. Understand?"
"Hm," replied Hiei as he picked up a roll of red solid paper. "Stupid human."
With his free hand, Hiei held the roll of wrapping paper over his shoulder and began to slowly walked towards the sliding door.
"Where are you going with my wrapping paper shrimp?!" Kuwabara cried as he watched Hiei walked out into the backyard, closing the door behind him.
Hiei walked back to the tree and leaped onto a nearby branch. He hung his suit near him and pulled the figurine from his pocket. Balancing the sculpture on his lap, Hiei began to unroll the red paper. He didn't know how humans would use the simple paper. He withdrew his katana and improvised.
(Author's note: sorry for the long wait. I planned to have it out by Wednesday, but then I remembered I had play practice. SORRY! And sorry it's so short. I have writer's block.)
Shiori and Genkai watched from a distance around a corner as the two lovers talked. Both wore small smiles on their faces.
"They're very lucky," rasped Genkai as Shiori turned to looked down on the old woman. "To have found such true love at such a young age."
"Yes," Shiori whispered her eyes watering.
"Why do you cry child?" asked the old psychic as she watched Shiori wipe her eyes.
"It reminds me of my love," Shiori whispered again sniffling.
"I sense you found your love at this age too?" Genkai rasped, her voice filled with wisdom and experience.
Shiori nodded. Genkai smiled. Yusuke and the others walked silently up to them. Hiei looked up to the human mother strangely, wondering why she cried. He shook his head unable to understand human emotions. Genkai turned to the small fire demon sensing his confusion before turning back to the sight.
"Yes," Genkai said suddenly making everyone turn toward her to listen. "Love. The emotion that makes the stars shine brighter and the moons radiate whiter. The emotion that makes the heart race and a person smile. Love is something unexplainable. It is an instinct. It's a something that sets off a signal in your heart triggered by your one and only soulmate. Do you understand Hiei?"
Hiei turned to the old psychic and nodded as a rare smile of understanding played across his lips. They stood there in silence as they listened to the soft murmurs and whispers of two lovers. (Author's note: It may sound like Hiei is falling for Genkai, but I didn't mean it that way! It's a scary thought. Believe me I didn't. I'm really sorry if it sounded like it did.)
Koenma walked towards the shop window looking at the object that caught his eye. It was a black sketch book with a rose etched in gold into the cover. It came with a small set of pencils, sketching crayons, and a sharpening blade. Koenma had never known Kurama to be an artist, but he knew the kitsune had a taste for the finer things in life whether human life or demon life. Quickly, he went inside the store curious of the small book.
The store was a small art shop. Paints tubes and bottles sat on the shelves filling the air with their pungent smell. Boxes of pencils, pens, crayons stood in holders, lay in boxes, and lined along the shelves. Piles and bundles of ribbon sat in large bins waiting to be picked up by buyers. Canvas hung on the walls displaying their sizes. Koenma spotted an old man thick with white hair neatly parted to the side and black glasses.
"May I help you?" the old man asked from behind a counter as he noticed Koenma looking around the shop.
"How much would that set be in the window?" the disguised Koenma asked pointing to the small book, the crayons, the blade and the pencils.
"About 10,000 yen," the old man replied smiling.
Koenma searched his pockets hoping he remembered to bring human money. He sighed in relief as he felt a small clump of bills in his last pants pocket. He pulled out a small bill reading 10,000 yen. He smiled. 'That was a close one,' he thought relieved.
"I'll take it," Koenma said handing the bill to the old man.
The old man shuffled from behind the counter and to the window. He picked up the small book and pencils. He packed them in a bag and handed them to the Rekai prince. Koenma smiled.
"Thank you," said Koenma smiling happily.
"You're welcome," replied the old man kindly as he watched Koenma leave the shop.
Koenma walked into the late afternoon sunlight as the sun near its setting. A light Ningekai breeze billowed his robes and scarf, making them lightly dance in its flowing grasp.
The late afternoon sun shined brightly, turning the trees and flowers a bright orange as it stretched their shadows to many times their normal size. The lovers silently chatted hands intertwined savoring their only moment together. In the distance, Kizna began to hear soft whispers and murmurs.
"Kurama?" Kizna whispered to her love, smiling as she looked down on their intertwined hands.
"Yes?" he replied caressing her hand.
"I think someone is listening," she whispered lightly chuckling.
"Who is it?" he asked curiously.
"I don't know," she replied as she looked into the temple forest. "It might be the others."
Kurama shook his head, chuckling.
"Call to them," he whispered turning to see a sliver of her light blue hair.
He longed to touch the small strands. He wanted to bury his face deep within their shiny depths. He longed for the smell of roses that rested in them. He quietly sighed, knowing he could never have that until after the wedding.
"Who's there?" Kizna called into the distance to something around the corner.
They exchanged glances all wondering how she could have heard them. They slowly made their way around the corner to find Kizna's curious silver gaze.
"Uh... Kizna!" Yusuke cried nervously. "It's getting late don't you think?"
"Well, I suppose so," Kizna replied unsurely wondering about Yusuke's strange behavior.
"Yes, it is rather late," added Shiori softly smiling. "Suuichi! We should be going."
The lovers sighed despairingly. Kizna felt a small kiss upon her hand before it slipped from his warm grasp. She smiled as she turned to the door one more time.
"Goodbye Kurama," she whispered so no one could hear except for him.
"Goodbye Kizna," he whispered back to her. "Coming mother!"
Kizna raised her hood as Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei quickly ushered her away. Inside among the roses, Kurama stood up, dusting off his clothing, turned gray from the old chapel floor. He opened the chapel doors wide revealing what he had done to his mother and Genkai. He looked out on to the temple forests and caught a small glance of midnight blue. Genkai and Shiori looked in awe of the beauty of the chapel.
The roses were in bloom and would last for many days without imperfections. All the topiaries were in place and neatly tied with their ribbons. The lanterns and sunlight cast a soft glow on the roses and colored patterns on the wood floor. Genkai and Shiori walked around the chapel taking in all the beauty of the roses and light.
"Suuichi did you do all this?" his mother asked amazed as her son nodded. "It's beautiful."
"Very nice," complimented Genkai as she looked around her chapel.
'So that was the energy I felt,' she thought in awe.
"Come Suuichi," Shiori called to her son. "It's very late, and we don't want to bother Genkai- sama."
"Thank you," said Shiori as she and her son walked out of the chapel.
"You're welcome," replied the psychic her rasping voice filled with kindness.
Kurama and Shiori walked into the late afternoon sunlight enjoying the last rays of the sun as the stars chased it away. They walked in a comfortable silence as they walked down the deserted streets of the city. The first stars of the night sky smiled down on them as they walked home.
"Suuichi," Shiori said suddenly making her son turn towards her.
"Yes mother?" replied Kurama looking towards her.
"Out of curiosity," she began looking to her son. "What would you and Kizna want as a gift?"
"Nothing mother," he replied smiling. "We don't need anything. You've done enough for the both of us. And you've done more than anyone could do in a lifetime without knowing it."
Shiori looked at her son in curiosity as she wondered about what he had said. 'You've done more than anyone could do in a lifetime without knowing it,' she thought as the words ran circles in her mind. 'Without knowing it?' Her gentle face broke out into a smile as she looked into her son's eyes.
"You are so much like your father," she said, feeling the tears come once more.
Kurama pulled her into an embrace as his mother's tears began to fall in silent waterfalls onto his clothing. 'You've done more than you could have ever imagined mother. You raised me like I was your actual child. You cared for a demon as though it were an equal to you. You cared for my future wife as though she were your daughter. And... You taught me to love,' he thought happily a small smile upon his face. 'Thank you.' Shiori pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her son. He smiled in return. They quickly walked into the distance, eager to get to the apartment building and get out of the cold night air.
The apartment lobby's warm air warmed their souls as a blush began to streak across their faces. They quietly rode the elevator to their floor and made their way to the apartment. Kurama quickly made his way to bed, tired from using his spirit energy to grow the roses.
"Goodnight mother," Kurama called as he walked into his room.
"Goodnight Suuichi," she replied smiling.
Kizna stared once more at the stars as she sat in her room at Keiko's house, wrapped in a towel. She looked at her small hand and smiled as she felt the familiar tingles of his kisses upon her skin. Her light blue locks shined from the water she used to take her bath after she learned the controls for a human bathroom from Keiko. Keiko had come home a few hours before she had gotten back and was sleeping peacefully in her room. She stood letting the towel fall to her feet around her naked ankles and bare feet. She placed on her clothing and lay in bed looking into the distant stars and midnight blue sky above her window. 'Goodnight Kurama,' she thought as her eyes sagged in fatigue. She pulled her cloak close dreaming of him as she slept.
'Goodnight Kizna,' a kitsune thought as he drifted off to sleep, inhaling her scents that rested in the sheets of his bed. The stars seemed to shine down, smiling on two lovers as they slept silently and peacefully as they dreamed of one another.
Kurama woke the early morning sunlight as the golden rays chased and shooed him from his dreams, telling him about a new day dawning. He sighed in sadness and despair as he lost the visions of her that danced and played in his head. He grabbed his clothing and made his way to the bathroom for his shower. The smell of warm bread wafted through the apartment as Shiori continued to make their breakfast.
He stepped into the shower feeling the warm water splash down on his back in pips and plops, savoring their warmth, but it wasn't as warm as her. He sighed. He finished, quickly brushed his hair and changed into his clothing. Walking into his room, Kurama began to pack his school bag with his books and papers. He spotted the jewelry box that held her gift nearby and quickly packed it along with his supplies. 'I'll stop at the temple after school,' he thought as he placed the box in his bag. He heard his mother's cry, calling him to breakfast as he quickly left his room to join her.
Shiori set two simple plates of rice and sausage on the table as her son walked into the kitchen. They quietly sat down and began a quiet meal.
"What do you have planned for today Suuichi?" she asked as she gracefully lifted her chopsticks to her mouth.
"Well I was planning to go to the temple after school, mother," he replied, idly playing with his food with his chopsticks. "If you don't mind."
"I don't see why not," she replied kindly. "Why did you need to go?"
"I still have a few things to take care of," he replied calmly.
"All right," she said happily as she stood to clear the table. "But don't stay too late."
"Yes mother," Kurama replied as he took his dishes to the sink.
Quickly, Kurama went to brush his teeth and to gather his school bag. Shiori watched in silence as she always had done the many days of his life. She watched as her son quietly exited her home.
Kizna woke to the sunrise as she heard the familiar scuffles of Keiko's footsteps walking down the hall to the nearby bathroom. She walked to her bedroom door and silently opened it. Keiko turned to her and smiled.
"Good morning," greeted Keiko kindly, receiving a smile from Kizna in return.
"Are you going to this school again?" Kizna asked curiously.
"Yes," Keiko replied smiling.
Kizna smiled in return.
She waved as Keiko walked out onto her street ready to go to her school. Kizna watched throughout the day watching and looking down on the humans.
Kurama sighed in frustration as the other students bombarded him with questions. He eagerly watched the clock as he sat in his last class hoping it would end soon. He sighed once more as he ignored the bombardment of questions. His sighs turned to sighs of relief as he heard the dismissing bell, telling students to go home. Quickly, he ran to the temple to avoid the incessant questioning.
He looked around at all the trees as he slowly walked up the long flight of stairs. Genkai stood atop the stairs as though she were waiting for him. She looked down on the red haired boy, looking around in all directions of the forest. Kurama turned to the old woman and smiled a friendly smiled.
"What are you doing back here?" the psychic asked as she looked up to the taller boy.
"I have a few things to take care of," replied Kurama as he began to walk past her.
"Remember," Genkai said sternly. "I want no harm to come to this temple.
"Yes, I understand," replied Kurama looking over his shoulder.
Looking to the roses, Kurama walked into the chapel. He smiled seeing as his roses were still in good condition. He walked to the altar where thin rose vines were waiting for him. Gently, he held out the black velvet box towards them after he unpacked it from his bag. Small and thin, the vines crept towards the box. Their green limbs entangled themselves around the box getting a grip on the black velvet with a soft creak. They pulled it out of his hands and into the thick vines of roses. He smiled as he turned to walk out of the temple. Genkai turned towards Kurama as she watched him exit her temple.
The days seemed to fly on swift wings except for the lovers. Questions still plagued the wedding guests minds as they wondered about the mysterious fiancé. They asked and asked, but he refused to tell them. It was the night before the wedding as everyone began last minute preparations.
Keiko sat in her room with her door locked as she began to wrap the hairbrush set in white paper with silver wedding bells and white ribbon. Kizna sat in her room always watching the night sky thinking of her love. She smiled at the large package as she set it down next to her bed. Her bridesmaid gown hung behind her door waiting to be taken to the temple for her to wear.
Botan and Koenma sat in their Rekai office as they began to wrap their gifts. Botan's gown hung on a spare wall hook in its plastic wrapping. Next to it, a traditional black tuxedo hung on the wall. The building was quiet and empty with all the workers home for the night as Botan and Koenma exchanged a quiet conversation.
"Koenma, does your father know that your going to be going to this wedding?" asked Botan as she examined the clock, wrapped in white paper and red ribbon.
"Well...." Koenma began nervously as he fiddled with the small package wrapped in white paper with red roses and rings.
"Koenma," Botan interrupted sternly. "Did you tell Enma about the wedding?"
"Uh..... no," Koenma replied nervously as he sweat dropped.
"Koenma!" she chided as though she were his mother.
"Please don't tell anyone I'm going!" cried and begged Koenma as he sat on his desk throwing a tantrum. "I don't want to face punishment."
"All right," Botan sighed exasperated.
Koenma sighed in relief.
Hiei watched from Kuwabara's tree in the back yard as the red head prepared his gift. He wondered what the human could be doing. He quietly hopped down from the tree, carrying his suit on his back and the figurine in his pocket and silently crept to the sliding door to look through the blinds. Small sticky bows littered the table top as Kuwabara placed each colored bow in a corner of the frame trying to decide what color he would use. Hiei arched his eyebrow in curiosity. 'Stupid human,' he thought as he studied Kuwabara's odd behavior.
Kuwabara held up a small white bow in the corner of the frame as he wondered if the bow could match. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow in the blinds outside of the door. He turned and found Hiei looking at him strangely. He blew Hiei a raspberry making the fire demon look at him in anger. Hiei's silent lips mouthed and muttered something about stupid humans. Hiei raised his hand, calloused from his battles and fights, and began to violent bang on the thick glass door, threatening to break it open. Kuwabara raised his hands frantically waving them, trying to make him stop as Hiei smirked. He could hear his sister upstairs shrieking at him.
"KUWABARA!" Shizuru cried angrily. "SHUT UP DOWN THERE!"
"SORRY SIS!" Kuwabara cried back to her as he rushed to the sliding door trying to get it open letting in Hiei.
"Stupid human," Hiei muttered as he walked in casually into the warm house.
"What do you want shrimp?" asked Kuwabara frustrated. "I'm busy."
"Hm," Hiei grumpily replied as he ignored the humans rant as he studied the multi colored bows lying idly on the table.
The camera sat nearby, filled with film, ready to use. He held up a small red bow and carefully examined it wondering what humans could use them for.
"It's called a bow shrimp," Kuwabara said sarcastically. "We use them to wrap gifts."
Hiei snapped out of his daze as he turned to look at the taller human strangely. Kuwabara sighed as he shook his head exasperated. Walking to the closet, Kuwabara pulled out rolls of wrapping paper and lay them in front of the smaller demon. Hiei arched an eyebrow.
"Wrapping paper," Kuwabara explained sarcastically as he pointed to the colored rolls. "Wraps gifts and presents. Understand?"
"Hm," replied Hiei as he picked up a roll of red solid paper. "Stupid human."
With his free hand, Hiei held the roll of wrapping paper over his shoulder and began to slowly walked towards the sliding door.
"Where are you going with my wrapping paper shrimp?!" Kuwabara cried as he watched Hiei walked out into the backyard, closing the door behind him.
Hiei walked back to the tree and leaped onto a nearby branch. He hung his suit near him and pulled the figurine from his pocket. Balancing the sculpture on his lap, Hiei began to unroll the red paper. He didn't know how humans would use the simple paper. He withdrew his katana and improvised.
(Author's note: sorry for the long wait. I planned to have it out by Wednesday, but then I remembered I had play practice. SORRY! And sorry it's so short. I have writer's block.)