A Demon's Love pt. 15
Hiei growled in frustration as he tried to get the wrapping paper to stick to the box without tape by folding the paper into creases and pockets only to have them slip from their places. He angrily threw the crinkled paper down to the ground below him. Crinkled and torn pieces of paper lay around the tree, already victims of the fire demon's dreaded katana. Kuwabara stood watching from the sliding door laughing and pointing at Hiei's predicament. Out of frustration and anger, Hiei quickly placed the sculpture's box in his pocket, threw the roll of wrapping paper into the air, and leap with quickly slicing and dicing the paper to bits. Finely shredded pieces of cardboard and paper softly fell to the ground as Hiei landed near them, with his katana in hand. He looked toward the sliding door as Kuwabara's eyes went wide at what Hiei had done. Hiei smirked as he watched the human wave his arms frantically and angrily at what he had done. Kuwabara mouthed silent curses at the fire demon from behind the sliding door. Hiei smirked in reply. Calmly, he walked toward the sliding door and opened it. (Author's note: I'm REALLY sorry if you were expecting something funny, but I can't really write comedy. Sorry!)
"What did you do that for shrimp?!" cried Kuwabara as he glared at Hiei.
"Hm," he replied ignoring the human as he walked to the table to get more wrapping paper.
"You could have just asked for tape," Kuwabara said frustrated, making Hiei turn to him with a strange look on his face.
"What?" Hiei replied annoyed.
"Tape," Kuwabara replied sarcastically as he held out a small roll of clear tape for Hiei. "It helps hold the wrapping paper to the box."
"Hm," Hiei growled angrily as he snatched the roll from Kuwabara's hands.
He quickly picked a thinning roll of gold paper and walked back out into the backyard. He quietly leapt and sat on his limb his patience restored. He pulled out the sculpture out of his pocket and once again balanced it on his lap. Withdrawing his katana, Hiei cut a piece from the roll only to find it had run out of paper as soon as he unrolled it. He growled again. He wrapped the box with the massive amounts of tape and paper.
The box was half covered with gold wrapping under layers and layers of tape. Hiei spied the leftover shreds of paper littered across the yard. He jumped from his limb holding tightly to the box and began to pick up the small shredded pieces. 'Stupid humans,' he thought cursing the human race and their strange ways. He quickly filled in the leftover spaces of the box with the small mismatched pieces of paper under wads of tape. He threw the roll of tape down in a mixture of relief and anger and quickly leapt into the tree.
The stars above him shined down as though they were large diamond dew drops on a large midnight blue rose from heaven. Silently, he watched them. Silently listening. Silently hearing. His mind wondered on wonders he never thought he could wonder about. He wondered about the stars' celestial mysteries and celestial destinies. He wondered what the stars held in their infinite depths of wisdom and light. Wondered if they saw the destinies, the futures, the thoughts of humans and demons alike. Genkai's words ran throughout his demon mind. '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 of a signal in your heart triggered by your one and only soulmate...' he thought. He tried to comprehend what the psychic was trying to say but somehow couldn't understand no matter how he tried. 'Hm. I'm going soft,' he thought again as his crimson eyes sagged in fatigue and as his head slowly slouched in sleepiness. He leaned against the tree and fell to sleep under the stars' watching light.
Kuwabara chuckled as he watched Hiei struggle with more wrapping paper and the tape. His mouthed stretched widely as he let out a soft yawn. He hurriedly stuck a small white bow in the corner of the frame and trudged up to bed tired and fatigued. He fell into his bed and began to snore loudly.
Kizna stared into the night sky as a strange feeling began to set in her heart. It made her heart race and her body tense with her hands begin to grow slippery and slick with sweat. She sighed a nervous sigh as she lay in bed wishing and praying into the night sky. 'Tomorrow,' she thought happily as the symptoms of sleep began to charm her into closing her eyes. 'One day more.'
Kurama wrung his hands nervously as he watched and prayed to the diamond blanket in the sky. He sighed. 'One day more,' he thought happily and nervously. 'One more day to being a husband, and perhaps one day more to being a father. Her children will be so beautiful.'
The stars above him shined brighter than he thought they could ever shine. The moon was the whitest shade of white he could have ever seen in all his lives, human or demon. His heart was racing. From the moment he had met her, he felt something. A something that set off a thousand signals in his heart telling him there was something about her. A something that felt right whenever they were together. His instincts told him it was right no matter how quickly he had fallen for her.
He shuffled toward the bed, his feet sinking into the soft carpet as he walked. He lay in the red sheets softly smiling as he thought of her in her gown.
"Goodnight," he whispered to her as he began to fall into a deep sleep. "Kiz... na."
Yusuke sat at the kitchen table surrounded by wrapping paper and ribbon. The present laid under his bed, before he found it, just as he had left it a few nights before safe and unharmed. His mother was away for the night, and he was alone. 'Probably another bar,' he thought annoyed as he unrolled a roll of wrapping paper.
Silver lace and soft pink rose buds decorated the wrapping paper as the snips of scissors and the crinkle of paper echoed through the silent apartment. Neatly and securely, Yusuke wrapped the box with the paper as he taped the edges at every fold and crease. A spool of light pink ribbon lay near him, catching his eye. He unwound the thin, silky ribbon and wove it around the box, ending in a small, graceful bow.
He smiled at his completed work. He sat at the table in deep thought. 'Why does this bother me?' he thought to himself. 'I can't believe I'm thinking about this.' One thing plagued him for many days and nights unable to stop thinking about it when he was alone. 'Her,' his thoughts whispered and teased. 'Why can't I get her out of my mind.. Why.... Keiko?' He covered his face in confusion as he tried to clear his mind of her only to find himself unable to stop thinking of her. Genkai's words began to play in his mind as though it were a haunting melody, but she haunted him more. He ran to the nearest window and looked deep into the night sky. 'If the old hag says love makes the stars shine brighter... then lets see,' he thought as his mind challenged the old psychic's words.
And they indeed shined. The stars shined brighter than any diamond or dewdrop could, making him get lost in their depths of silver and white. The moon radiated a pure white, whiter than the snow in the winter and paler than a ghost or spirit. Yusuke felt his heart begin to race as a small smile crept on his face. A strange instinct began to set off thousands and millions of signals in his heart telling him that it was right, whatever this 'it' was. He tried to prove his instincts wrong, but all his memories went against him. He remembered her as she ran into his burning home without hesitation just to get his sleeping body out to safety only to lose her hair in the process, but, she didn't care. He remembered the soft caresses of her hand as she brushed his bangs away and caressed his sleeping skin, only a few hours before that faithful fire. A light blush stained his face light pink as he remembered her slowly leaning closer to his body, her lips slightly parted, inching closer to his own, only to pull away at the last moment. Then, the final memory. That final memory that would haunt him as much as she did. Her kiss. His salvation and second chance at a new life. She had done it without restraint, only because she wanted to. She did it for him. 'For me,' his mind whispered as the blush on his face grew darker and as his lips began to quiver and shake. Yet he remembered what he had done for her as well. Fighting Hiei to stop him from turning her into a demon and to retrieve the Shadow Sword but mostly for her. Then, there was his most recent mission, the Saint Beasts. The insects and possessed went after her, ready to kill, but he stopped them, as he defied Suzaku and his temptations of demon kingship. He could remember one thing clearly before he had died. He had screamed, not to her, but that he had her. He seemed to scream that all this was for her. His battles, his sacrifices, everything. 'For her,' he thought as he seemed to look down seemingly ashamed, but only confused. With a hard slap to his face from his own hand, he brought himself back to reality.
Quickly and sloppily, he cleaned up the table and anxiously walked to his room. He replaced the box to its hiding place and changed into pajamas. He fell into bed after brushing his teeth and washing his hair and let the sands of sleep fall into his eyes as the sandman cast his spell on him making him forget his thoughts. He yawned and let his eyes close, going into a slumber.
Keiko changed in her nightgown and scuffled towards the bathroom. She looked into Kizna's room and found the small fairy sleeping and dreaming. She smiled. She walked into the bathroom and began to brush her teeth. She looked deep into the mirror staring and studying the person on the other side on a parallel plane of existence of opposites. 'Opposites,' she thought as the word suddenly popped into her mind without explanation. She pondered on recent thoughts that had plagued her mind constantly for the past days that came and went. Her mind lingered on one strange topic. 'Yusuke,' her mind whispered. Her opposite.
She remembered the ripping of her heart as she found out of his death and the hope that filled her heart and soul as she heard of his second chance at life. Her cheeks began to stain with blush as she remembered the one thing needed for his renewed chance at life. Her kiss. Like the famous endings of a fairy tail where a handsome knight comes to kiss the sleeping beauty out of the enchanted sleep, only to find herself as the knight in shining armor and him the fabled sleeping beauty. Her grip on the toothbrush loosened as the foamy brush fell into the sink with a soft clank as it hit the marble. It went by unnoticed. She ran the water into her hands to wash her mouth from the toothpaste and foam. She brought a trembling hand to her wet lips, letting them gently rest on the mass of pink wrinkles as the blush on her face turned darker and darker with each passing moment. 'There's no denying it now,' she thought to herself as she realized the only conclusion for her thoughts. 'You like Yusuke... perhaps.. Love.'
Her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped in realization. Her heart began to race as a secret smile dawned her face. She quickly turned off the bathroom light and ran to her room eager to get to sleep and forget her thoughts. She climbed into bed panting as her heart slowed to a steady rhythm. The rhythms of sleep and starlight took over her as she forgot her worries and woes making her eyes droop and drop. Her eyes closed, making her fall into a deep slumber.
The night passed quickly for the lovers and their friends seemingly making the dawn come sooner than expected. The time was now, and the day was here. There would be no turning back.
Kizna woke to the bright morning sunrise as she always did. She could feel her heart swelling and bursting with mixed emotions as her heart began to race. A large smile spread across her face as her hands grew clammy with sweat. She felt nervous and excited all at the same time as she slowly got up from her bed. She heard the soft creak of Keiko's door opening as Kizna wrapped her cloak around her, ready to greet anyone the house. Keiko walked out of her room and smiled excitedly at her friend. Kizna smiled nervously.
"Are you nervous?" Keiko asked excitedly as she smiled.
"Nervous, excited, happy. Is this how humans feel when they're to be married?" she asked curiously smiling anxiously.
Keiko nodded happily.
"We should start getting ready," said Keiko excitedly as she gently ushered Kizna into the bathroom before she could ask why. "We need to get our things together and go to the temple."
Kizna turned and looked as the door slammed shut behind her. A wide and excited smile spread across her face as she began to undress.
Keiko took her dress of the hanger from the door and pulled out her gift from her bed along with her shoes from the closet. She lay the dress on her bed along with all the other items. The sun made her periwinkle dress shimmer and shine in gold and silver. The rhinestones on her shoes cast white bursts of light in their box from the sun's love and caress.
'I wonder if Yusuke will like this dress,' she thought before a blush crept to her face as she lay the dress on the bed. Quickly, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind trying to convince herself that the thoughts of the night before weren't true, but to no avail. She placed her cold hands on her face, trying to make the red heat of the flames on her face disappear. She quickly walked to her closet to pull out pieces of weekend clothing as she tried to take her mind of him. She exited the room, heading for a smaller spare bathroom in the house.
Botan looked into the Rekai sunshine from her room in Koenma's palace. (Author's note: I have no idea where Botan and the others live and work. Lets just say the Rekai office and palace are in the same place. Sorry!) The sunlight flooded into her simple room, consisting of a bed, a small bathroom, a small kitchen, and living room. Her dress hung on a hook on the wall, shimmering in the morning light. She took what human clothing she had and made her way to her bathroom.
She savored the warm water that pelted her skin as the soft falling drops woke her. She pondered on one thing. Him. The small Rekai prince that had captured her heart from the moment she saw him. The small prince intrigued her and mystified her more when she saw rare glimpses of his older form. She wondered what it would be like to run her hands through his long brown locks and gaze into his eyes, filled with wisdom and dominance. She wondered what it would be like to trace her hands over the soft skin of his face. She wondered what it would be like to feel his lips upon hers, gently caressing her own lips. Immediately, a bright blush fell on her face at the thought of herself doing such a deed. She quickly turned the water cold, making her forget her thoughts as she gritted her teeth at the ice cold drops, crashing on her skin.
Shivering violently, she stepped out and quickly dried herself off and placed on her clothing.
The Rekai prince snuggled deeper into his baby blanket ignoring the early light as he dreamed.
~Dream~
He dreamed of a blue hair angel that held him in her arms. He dreamed of fantasized secret midnight rendezvous of them flying all over the world in one night on her oar with her ponytail and kimono flying in the wind. He felt the fast wind billow his robes and hair wildly. The stars flew by them as she sped with the greatest of ease and skill. His dreaming self reached out and ran his fingers through the cold clouds as he held tightly to her small waist as they seemed to sprinkle the night sky with a trail of stars and sparkles that fell to the earth, covering the night sky with billions of new stars. The Ningekai below them shined with the neon lights of the cities of the world making the whole world turn into a miniature version of the night sky filled with different gems of color and light. He felt her slowing down her oar. She turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and amusement on her face. She gestured for him to look down on the glowing city below them. He saw the familiar bright lights shining in the misty river as the rain made the streets shine silver. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower stood tall and proud. He turned back to her only to find her face mere inches from his.
"Koenma," she whispered as she slowly inched her face toward his.
"Botan," he whispered back slowly moving toward her.
His arms enveloped her tiny waist pulling them closer and closer as he tightened his grip.
"Koenma," she whispered as she teased him with her lips lightly brushing against his.
"Botan," he sighed as he moved nearer brushing his lips against hers teasing her as well.
She smiled softly at him. She inched her head towards him no longer teasing and taunting as he did the same. Their lips were mere centimeters apart from the kiss they both longed for. He slightly parted his mouth to receive her slightly open mouth in his...
Koenma's weary eyes opened to find George standing over his crib gently shaking him and whispering him awake.
"Koenma," the oni whispered as Koenma realized where the blue haired angel's voice was coming from. "Time to wake up. You have to get ready for the wedding."
'Stupid oni,' thought Koenma as his dreams were shattered. The oni picked up the small Rekai prince and set him down on the floor. Koenma grumbled and complained as he walked through his nursery.
The room was royal blue with a mahogany crib with silk sheets of royal blue. Small toys and stuff animals littered the floor as Koenma walked dragging a royal blue baby blanket behind him rubbing his eyes of his sleepiness. Arched windows let the morning Rekai sun shine in sending its warm rays to tell everyone that a new day has begun.
George walked behind him grabbing his tuxedo that hung behind a closet door. He opened the bathroom door that seemed to dwarf the prince in size. Koenma walked inside as George handed him his suit.
Yusuke awoke to the cries of his drunken mother as she stumbled and lurched into the apartment. He sighed in frustration. Lazily, he picked out his weekend clothing and made his way to the bathroom, making sure the door to his room was securely closed so his mother couldn't get inside.
He stepped into the shower his head full of thoughts and questions. 'Why Keiko?' he thought as he ran the question in his mind several times. 'Why does it have to be the one I can never win?' He placed his fingers to his lips, remembering the lightness of her kiss. The kiss that had given him a renewed chance at life.
He dreamed of her throughout the night unable to get her out of his mind and thoughts.
~Dream~
He dreamed of midnight walks through a lush garden of lilies and roses. He dreamed of moonlight kisses near a stone fountain of silver water on a stone pathway as the moonlight shined down making them silhouettes of the night as it turned the water and fountain silver. She wore a long white strapless dress trimmed in rhinestones, making her look like an angel. He found himself wearing a traditional black suit with a red carnation in the lapel. A silver charm necklace adorned her long swanlike neck with a silver bracelet on her wrist. Tall and trimmed, evergreens surrounded the clearing of the found and them. She leaned up toward him as he lowered himself down to her, locking her lips in a passionate kiss that swept her off her feet. The moon and shooting stars swept the sky as they kissed as time stood still.
"Is this love?" she asked softly as they broke the kiss.
He looked into the sky making her turn to look with him. He smiled.
"Yes," he whispered back to her as he cupped a cheek with one of his hands as they turned to face one another.
"How do you know?" she whispered again.
"You don't," he whispered as he caressed her cheek gently with his fingers, slowly running them down her jaw-line.
She looked up to him in curiosity and confusion. A smile broke on her face as she nodded in understanding. She leaned up. He lowered down to her. Their lips met one last time forever captured within the worlds of a dream.
A deep blush stained his face as he remembered the last parts of lost dream. He turned the water cold wanting to forget his thoughts. He stepped out, dried, and quickly changed.
Kurama stirred as the sunlight shined in his eyes. He smiled. 'Only a few hours now,' he thought excitedly. He dreamed of her as he always did. She seemed to haunt and taunt him when she wasn't around. He smiled at the memories of the dream.
~Dream~
He watched as a small figure seemed to dance in the light of the moon on air with wings of silver and white. She twirled gracefully as though she were a ballerina. His silver mane and tail flowed and fluttered in the breeze as he watched from the ground. He smiled sadly wishing he could somehow join her. He watched as she began to make a slow descent toward him. She held out her hand as she floated before him.
"Take my hand," she whispered smiling.
"Why?" he whispered back to her.
"Join me," she replied softly as a blush grew on her face. "I'll lead you.... Trust me."
He placed her large hand in her small one fitting perfectly nonetheless. He felt a strange magic swirl around him. Hardly noticing, they were up in the air him flying on a cloud of gold sparkles leaving a long trail of gold dust behind him as he soared into the night sky along side her. He held her close as he led her in a moonlight waltz in the starlit sky. The gold dust fell into the Makai making everything around them shine in a thin layer of sparkles as they painted the sky with a million gold stars. Nothing in the Makai stirred as they danced in the sky. The large and full moon shined on them, making them disappear into nothing but black dancing silhouettes.
They stopped their dance. He ran his fingers slowly down her jaw-line and cheeks gently caressing and sending tingles through her. The gold dust began to swirl around them making them stand on a cloud of sparkling gold. He gently lifted her chin as she leaned up to him. He lowered down to her as they met each other at the same time for a passionate kiss. The wind blew sending thousands of flower petals flying and swirling around them and through the Makai. The wind tousled and blew her light blue hair into her face covering her from his sight as they broke the kiss. The wind sent his hair flying making have a flowing silver crown, but he didn't care. His gentle hand placed her stray strands of soft hair behind her ears. He leaned down again as she leaned upwards to him. They kissed one last time as the silent moon watched them forever etching the memory into her ancient mind.
(Author's note: well it's the day of the wedding! I know what you're thinking. I didn't mention anything about getting read for the big moment. And I bet you thought his chapter had a lot of Yusuke and Keiko, Koenma and Botan fluff and a slightly out of character Hiei. Well we can't let Kurama and Kizna have all the fun can we?)
Hiei growled in frustration as he tried to get the wrapping paper to stick to the box without tape by folding the paper into creases and pockets only to have them slip from their places. He angrily threw the crinkled paper down to the ground below him. Crinkled and torn pieces of paper lay around the tree, already victims of the fire demon's dreaded katana. Kuwabara stood watching from the sliding door laughing and pointing at Hiei's predicament. Out of frustration and anger, Hiei quickly placed the sculpture's box in his pocket, threw the roll of wrapping paper into the air, and leap with quickly slicing and dicing the paper to bits. Finely shredded pieces of cardboard and paper softly fell to the ground as Hiei landed near them, with his katana in hand. He looked toward the sliding door as Kuwabara's eyes went wide at what Hiei had done. Hiei smirked as he watched the human wave his arms frantically and angrily at what he had done. Kuwabara mouthed silent curses at the fire demon from behind the sliding door. Hiei smirked in reply. Calmly, he walked toward the sliding door and opened it. (Author's note: I'm REALLY sorry if you were expecting something funny, but I can't really write comedy. Sorry!)
"What did you do that for shrimp?!" cried Kuwabara as he glared at Hiei.
"Hm," he replied ignoring the human as he walked to the table to get more wrapping paper.
"You could have just asked for tape," Kuwabara said frustrated, making Hiei turn to him with a strange look on his face.
"What?" Hiei replied annoyed.
"Tape," Kuwabara replied sarcastically as he held out a small roll of clear tape for Hiei. "It helps hold the wrapping paper to the box."
"Hm," Hiei growled angrily as he snatched the roll from Kuwabara's hands.
He quickly picked a thinning roll of gold paper and walked back out into the backyard. He quietly leapt and sat on his limb his patience restored. He pulled out the sculpture out of his pocket and once again balanced it on his lap. Withdrawing his katana, Hiei cut a piece from the roll only to find it had run out of paper as soon as he unrolled it. He growled again. He wrapped the box with the massive amounts of tape and paper.
The box was half covered with gold wrapping under layers and layers of tape. Hiei spied the leftover shreds of paper littered across the yard. He jumped from his limb holding tightly to the box and began to pick up the small shredded pieces. 'Stupid humans,' he thought cursing the human race and their strange ways. He quickly filled in the leftover spaces of the box with the small mismatched pieces of paper under wads of tape. He threw the roll of tape down in a mixture of relief and anger and quickly leapt into the tree.
The stars above him shined down as though they were large diamond dew drops on a large midnight blue rose from heaven. Silently, he watched them. Silently listening. Silently hearing. His mind wondered on wonders he never thought he could wonder about. He wondered about the stars' celestial mysteries and celestial destinies. He wondered what the stars held in their infinite depths of wisdom and light. Wondered if they saw the destinies, the futures, the thoughts of humans and demons alike. Genkai's words ran throughout his demon mind. '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 of a signal in your heart triggered by your one and only soulmate...' he thought. He tried to comprehend what the psychic was trying to say but somehow couldn't understand no matter how he tried. 'Hm. I'm going soft,' he thought again as his crimson eyes sagged in fatigue and as his head slowly slouched in sleepiness. He leaned against the tree and fell to sleep under the stars' watching light.
Kuwabara chuckled as he watched Hiei struggle with more wrapping paper and the tape. His mouthed stretched widely as he let out a soft yawn. He hurriedly stuck a small white bow in the corner of the frame and trudged up to bed tired and fatigued. He fell into his bed and began to snore loudly.
Kizna stared into the night sky as a strange feeling began to set in her heart. It made her heart race and her body tense with her hands begin to grow slippery and slick with sweat. She sighed a nervous sigh as she lay in bed wishing and praying into the night sky. 'Tomorrow,' she thought happily as the symptoms of sleep began to charm her into closing her eyes. 'One day more.'
Kurama wrung his hands nervously as he watched and prayed to the diamond blanket in the sky. He sighed. 'One day more,' he thought happily and nervously. 'One more day to being a husband, and perhaps one day more to being a father. Her children will be so beautiful.'
The stars above him shined brighter than he thought they could ever shine. The moon was the whitest shade of white he could have ever seen in all his lives, human or demon. His heart was racing. From the moment he had met her, he felt something. A something that set off a thousand signals in his heart telling him there was something about her. A something that felt right whenever they were together. His instincts told him it was right no matter how quickly he had fallen for her.
He shuffled toward the bed, his feet sinking into the soft carpet as he walked. He lay in the red sheets softly smiling as he thought of her in her gown.
"Goodnight," he whispered to her as he began to fall into a deep sleep. "Kiz... na."
Yusuke sat at the kitchen table surrounded by wrapping paper and ribbon. The present laid under his bed, before he found it, just as he had left it a few nights before safe and unharmed. His mother was away for the night, and he was alone. 'Probably another bar,' he thought annoyed as he unrolled a roll of wrapping paper.
Silver lace and soft pink rose buds decorated the wrapping paper as the snips of scissors and the crinkle of paper echoed through the silent apartment. Neatly and securely, Yusuke wrapped the box with the paper as he taped the edges at every fold and crease. A spool of light pink ribbon lay near him, catching his eye. He unwound the thin, silky ribbon and wove it around the box, ending in a small, graceful bow.
He smiled at his completed work. He sat at the table in deep thought. 'Why does this bother me?' he thought to himself. 'I can't believe I'm thinking about this.' One thing plagued him for many days and nights unable to stop thinking about it when he was alone. 'Her,' his thoughts whispered and teased. 'Why can't I get her out of my mind.. Why.... Keiko?' He covered his face in confusion as he tried to clear his mind of her only to find himself unable to stop thinking of her. Genkai's words began to play in his mind as though it were a haunting melody, but she haunted him more. He ran to the nearest window and looked deep into the night sky. 'If the old hag says love makes the stars shine brighter... then lets see,' he thought as his mind challenged the old psychic's words.
And they indeed shined. The stars shined brighter than any diamond or dewdrop could, making him get lost in their depths of silver and white. The moon radiated a pure white, whiter than the snow in the winter and paler than a ghost or spirit. Yusuke felt his heart begin to race as a small smile crept on his face. A strange instinct began to set off thousands and millions of signals in his heart telling him that it was right, whatever this 'it' was. He tried to prove his instincts wrong, but all his memories went against him. He remembered her as she ran into his burning home without hesitation just to get his sleeping body out to safety only to lose her hair in the process, but, she didn't care. He remembered the soft caresses of her hand as she brushed his bangs away and caressed his sleeping skin, only a few hours before that faithful fire. A light blush stained his face light pink as he remembered her slowly leaning closer to his body, her lips slightly parted, inching closer to his own, only to pull away at the last moment. Then, the final memory. That final memory that would haunt him as much as she did. Her kiss. His salvation and second chance at a new life. She had done it without restraint, only because she wanted to. She did it for him. 'For me,' his mind whispered as the blush on his face grew darker and as his lips began to quiver and shake. Yet he remembered what he had done for her as well. Fighting Hiei to stop him from turning her into a demon and to retrieve the Shadow Sword but mostly for her. Then, there was his most recent mission, the Saint Beasts. The insects and possessed went after her, ready to kill, but he stopped them, as he defied Suzaku and his temptations of demon kingship. He could remember one thing clearly before he had died. He had screamed, not to her, but that he had her. He seemed to scream that all this was for her. His battles, his sacrifices, everything. 'For her,' he thought as he seemed to look down seemingly ashamed, but only confused. With a hard slap to his face from his own hand, he brought himself back to reality.
Quickly and sloppily, he cleaned up the table and anxiously walked to his room. He replaced the box to its hiding place and changed into pajamas. He fell into bed after brushing his teeth and washing his hair and let the sands of sleep fall into his eyes as the sandman cast his spell on him making him forget his thoughts. He yawned and let his eyes close, going into a slumber.
Keiko changed in her nightgown and scuffled towards the bathroom. She looked into Kizna's room and found the small fairy sleeping and dreaming. She smiled. She walked into the bathroom and began to brush her teeth. She looked deep into the mirror staring and studying the person on the other side on a parallel plane of existence of opposites. 'Opposites,' she thought as the word suddenly popped into her mind without explanation. She pondered on recent thoughts that had plagued her mind constantly for the past days that came and went. Her mind lingered on one strange topic. 'Yusuke,' her mind whispered. Her opposite.
She remembered the ripping of her heart as she found out of his death and the hope that filled her heart and soul as she heard of his second chance at life. Her cheeks began to stain with blush as she remembered the one thing needed for his renewed chance at life. Her kiss. Like the famous endings of a fairy tail where a handsome knight comes to kiss the sleeping beauty out of the enchanted sleep, only to find herself as the knight in shining armor and him the fabled sleeping beauty. Her grip on the toothbrush loosened as the foamy brush fell into the sink with a soft clank as it hit the marble. It went by unnoticed. She ran the water into her hands to wash her mouth from the toothpaste and foam. She brought a trembling hand to her wet lips, letting them gently rest on the mass of pink wrinkles as the blush on her face turned darker and darker with each passing moment. 'There's no denying it now,' she thought to herself as she realized the only conclusion for her thoughts. 'You like Yusuke... perhaps.. Love.'
Her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped in realization. Her heart began to race as a secret smile dawned her face. She quickly turned off the bathroom light and ran to her room eager to get to sleep and forget her thoughts. She climbed into bed panting as her heart slowed to a steady rhythm. The rhythms of sleep and starlight took over her as she forgot her worries and woes making her eyes droop and drop. Her eyes closed, making her fall into a deep slumber.
The night passed quickly for the lovers and their friends seemingly making the dawn come sooner than expected. The time was now, and the day was here. There would be no turning back.
Kizna woke to the bright morning sunrise as she always did. She could feel her heart swelling and bursting with mixed emotions as her heart began to race. A large smile spread across her face as her hands grew clammy with sweat. She felt nervous and excited all at the same time as she slowly got up from her bed. She heard the soft creak of Keiko's door opening as Kizna wrapped her cloak around her, ready to greet anyone the house. Keiko walked out of her room and smiled excitedly at her friend. Kizna smiled nervously.
"Are you nervous?" Keiko asked excitedly as she smiled.
"Nervous, excited, happy. Is this how humans feel when they're to be married?" she asked curiously smiling anxiously.
Keiko nodded happily.
"We should start getting ready," said Keiko excitedly as she gently ushered Kizna into the bathroom before she could ask why. "We need to get our things together and go to the temple."
Kizna turned and looked as the door slammed shut behind her. A wide and excited smile spread across her face as she began to undress.
Keiko took her dress of the hanger from the door and pulled out her gift from her bed along with her shoes from the closet. She lay the dress on her bed along with all the other items. The sun made her periwinkle dress shimmer and shine in gold and silver. The rhinestones on her shoes cast white bursts of light in their box from the sun's love and caress.
'I wonder if Yusuke will like this dress,' she thought before a blush crept to her face as she lay the dress on the bed. Quickly, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind trying to convince herself that the thoughts of the night before weren't true, but to no avail. She placed her cold hands on her face, trying to make the red heat of the flames on her face disappear. She quickly walked to her closet to pull out pieces of weekend clothing as she tried to take her mind of him. She exited the room, heading for a smaller spare bathroom in the house.
Botan looked into the Rekai sunshine from her room in Koenma's palace. (Author's note: I have no idea where Botan and the others live and work. Lets just say the Rekai office and palace are in the same place. Sorry!) The sunlight flooded into her simple room, consisting of a bed, a small bathroom, a small kitchen, and living room. Her dress hung on a hook on the wall, shimmering in the morning light. She took what human clothing she had and made her way to her bathroom.
She savored the warm water that pelted her skin as the soft falling drops woke her. She pondered on one thing. Him. The small Rekai prince that had captured her heart from the moment she saw him. The small prince intrigued her and mystified her more when she saw rare glimpses of his older form. She wondered what it would be like to run her hands through his long brown locks and gaze into his eyes, filled with wisdom and dominance. She wondered what it would be like to trace her hands over the soft skin of his face. She wondered what it would be like to feel his lips upon hers, gently caressing her own lips. Immediately, a bright blush fell on her face at the thought of herself doing such a deed. She quickly turned the water cold, making her forget her thoughts as she gritted her teeth at the ice cold drops, crashing on her skin.
Shivering violently, she stepped out and quickly dried herself off and placed on her clothing.
The Rekai prince snuggled deeper into his baby blanket ignoring the early light as he dreamed.
~Dream~
He dreamed of a blue hair angel that held him in her arms. He dreamed of fantasized secret midnight rendezvous of them flying all over the world in one night on her oar with her ponytail and kimono flying in the wind. He felt the fast wind billow his robes and hair wildly. The stars flew by them as she sped with the greatest of ease and skill. His dreaming self reached out and ran his fingers through the cold clouds as he held tightly to her small waist as they seemed to sprinkle the night sky with a trail of stars and sparkles that fell to the earth, covering the night sky with billions of new stars. The Ningekai below them shined with the neon lights of the cities of the world making the whole world turn into a miniature version of the night sky filled with different gems of color and light. He felt her slowing down her oar. She turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and amusement on her face. She gestured for him to look down on the glowing city below them. He saw the familiar bright lights shining in the misty river as the rain made the streets shine silver. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower stood tall and proud. He turned back to her only to find her face mere inches from his.
"Koenma," she whispered as she slowly inched her face toward his.
"Botan," he whispered back slowly moving toward her.
His arms enveloped her tiny waist pulling them closer and closer as he tightened his grip.
"Koenma," she whispered as she teased him with her lips lightly brushing against his.
"Botan," he sighed as he moved nearer brushing his lips against hers teasing her as well.
She smiled softly at him. She inched her head towards him no longer teasing and taunting as he did the same. Their lips were mere centimeters apart from the kiss they both longed for. He slightly parted his mouth to receive her slightly open mouth in his...
Koenma's weary eyes opened to find George standing over his crib gently shaking him and whispering him awake.
"Koenma," the oni whispered as Koenma realized where the blue haired angel's voice was coming from. "Time to wake up. You have to get ready for the wedding."
'Stupid oni,' thought Koenma as his dreams were shattered. The oni picked up the small Rekai prince and set him down on the floor. Koenma grumbled and complained as he walked through his nursery.
The room was royal blue with a mahogany crib with silk sheets of royal blue. Small toys and stuff animals littered the floor as Koenma walked dragging a royal blue baby blanket behind him rubbing his eyes of his sleepiness. Arched windows let the morning Rekai sun shine in sending its warm rays to tell everyone that a new day has begun.
George walked behind him grabbing his tuxedo that hung behind a closet door. He opened the bathroom door that seemed to dwarf the prince in size. Koenma walked inside as George handed him his suit.
Yusuke awoke to the cries of his drunken mother as she stumbled and lurched into the apartment. He sighed in frustration. Lazily, he picked out his weekend clothing and made his way to the bathroom, making sure the door to his room was securely closed so his mother couldn't get inside.
He stepped into the shower his head full of thoughts and questions. 'Why Keiko?' he thought as he ran the question in his mind several times. 'Why does it have to be the one I can never win?' He placed his fingers to his lips, remembering the lightness of her kiss. The kiss that had given him a renewed chance at life.
He dreamed of her throughout the night unable to get her out of his mind and thoughts.
~Dream~
He dreamed of midnight walks through a lush garden of lilies and roses. He dreamed of moonlight kisses near a stone fountain of silver water on a stone pathway as the moonlight shined down making them silhouettes of the night as it turned the water and fountain silver. She wore a long white strapless dress trimmed in rhinestones, making her look like an angel. He found himself wearing a traditional black suit with a red carnation in the lapel. A silver charm necklace adorned her long swanlike neck with a silver bracelet on her wrist. Tall and trimmed, evergreens surrounded the clearing of the found and them. She leaned up toward him as he lowered himself down to her, locking her lips in a passionate kiss that swept her off her feet. The moon and shooting stars swept the sky as they kissed as time stood still.
"Is this love?" she asked softly as they broke the kiss.
He looked into the sky making her turn to look with him. He smiled.
"Yes," he whispered back to her as he cupped a cheek with one of his hands as they turned to face one another.
"How do you know?" she whispered again.
"You don't," he whispered as he caressed her cheek gently with his fingers, slowly running them down her jaw-line.
She looked up to him in curiosity and confusion. A smile broke on her face as she nodded in understanding. She leaned up. He lowered down to her. Their lips met one last time forever captured within the worlds of a dream.
A deep blush stained his face as he remembered the last parts of lost dream. He turned the water cold wanting to forget his thoughts. He stepped out, dried, and quickly changed.
Kurama stirred as the sunlight shined in his eyes. He smiled. 'Only a few hours now,' he thought excitedly. He dreamed of her as he always did. She seemed to haunt and taunt him when she wasn't around. He smiled at the memories of the dream.
~Dream~
He watched as a small figure seemed to dance in the light of the moon on air with wings of silver and white. She twirled gracefully as though she were a ballerina. His silver mane and tail flowed and fluttered in the breeze as he watched from the ground. He smiled sadly wishing he could somehow join her. He watched as she began to make a slow descent toward him. She held out her hand as she floated before him.
"Take my hand," she whispered smiling.
"Why?" he whispered back to her.
"Join me," she replied softly as a blush grew on her face. "I'll lead you.... Trust me."
He placed her large hand in her small one fitting perfectly nonetheless. He felt a strange magic swirl around him. Hardly noticing, they were up in the air him flying on a cloud of gold sparkles leaving a long trail of gold dust behind him as he soared into the night sky along side her. He held her close as he led her in a moonlight waltz in the starlit sky. The gold dust fell into the Makai making everything around them shine in a thin layer of sparkles as they painted the sky with a million gold stars. Nothing in the Makai stirred as they danced in the sky. The large and full moon shined on them, making them disappear into nothing but black dancing silhouettes.
They stopped their dance. He ran his fingers slowly down her jaw-line and cheeks gently caressing and sending tingles through her. The gold dust began to swirl around them making them stand on a cloud of sparkling gold. He gently lifted her chin as she leaned up to him. He lowered down to her as they met each other at the same time for a passionate kiss. The wind blew sending thousands of flower petals flying and swirling around them and through the Makai. The wind tousled and blew her light blue hair into her face covering her from his sight as they broke the kiss. The wind sent his hair flying making have a flowing silver crown, but he didn't care. His gentle hand placed her stray strands of soft hair behind her ears. He leaned down again as she leaned upwards to him. They kissed one last time as the silent moon watched them forever etching the memory into her ancient mind.
(Author's note: well it's the day of the wedding! I know what you're thinking. I didn't mention anything about getting read for the big moment. And I bet you thought his chapter had a lot of Yusuke and Keiko, Koenma and Botan fluff and a slightly out of character Hiei. Well we can't let Kurama and Kizna have all the fun can we?)