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Lives Unmade
~Opacity~
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The trip to the resturaunt was rather long -- and besides the fact that there was nowhere to eat with so many ningen around, Hiei getting tired from all this travel. However -- but never once said a word. Neither Hiei nor Kurama could find a place that wasn't packed, so the only resort was to find a regular Japanese restuaraunt. They found one done a small road in Tokyo, but the thing was--it had a prostitution center right next door. Hiei and Kurama found their parking spaces quickly and decided to hurridly go inside for the meal.
"I don't understand why those girls do things like that, Kurama," Hiei said, leaning against the wall. It would take a moment for the people in front to move, so ther was no getting around the strange flashing neon lights portraying the words 'Whores' and 'Sex' in large, pink letters.
Kurama shrugged sadly and realized it was pretty upseting--there were certain reasons for girls to do such things, but it was rather difficult to understand why. Even if they needed the money, it really didn't matter. There had to be some other sorts of jobs where the girls could have worked at. But it was strange, as they seemed to give up and just release to disgusting males taking over thier bodies. Prostitution was pathetic, but made the realizers understand the tragic story behind the motives of the women.
Kurama and Hiei stood outside their restuarunt, the Kukara, and found that the line was still not shortening.
"So -- what did you get me, Koishii?" Kurama asked as he smiled happily. Changing the subject seemed to be the right thing to do at the current time.
Hiei 'hn'ed' slightly and smirked as he cocked his head to one side and shoved his hands into his side pockets.
"I'm afraid I am not at liberty to say around other people, silly youko. I'm sure you'll understand what I mean when we both get home."
There was a short, heated silence, but both saw that Kurama started to blush. He took his hands up to his mouth and gasped slightly. He giggled once and then smiled to his demon.
"I hope it's nothing that we'll regret later, Hiei, we know how practical and rather, how do I say -- eccentric -- when it comes to gifts. I just hope it's something that we'll both enjoy." Kurama smiled and laughed slightly. Hiei laughed quietly.
"Don't worry love -- I know you'll like it. Just don't talk too loudly, I hate it when you draw attention to yourself," Hiei said a little sadly. Kurama's eyes widened.
"Why? Do you not want people to know that we are in love?" Kurama asked, a little hurt. Hiei saw his words seemed to sadden the youko and suddenly felt a little guilty. But it was hard to explain his motives to Kurama. They were acts of loyalty, yet Kurama did not seem to understand.
"It's not like that, fox! I just - I want - " He trailed off, beginning to blush. Kurama urged him on with his eyes.
"Just say it, Hiei," Kurama said slowly.
"I - I think you're just too beautiful -- if you draw attention to yourself, then you'll think about leaving me with all your silly schoolmates eyeing you that way! I see people on the street stop and look at you - you're simply too handsome … and I don't know what I'd do if I was ever left by you … " Hiei trailed off and suddenly averted his eyes to the ground. Why did his feelings always come out wrong? They never seemed to have quite the impact he intended when he said them aloud. He hoped Kurama understood. Hiei was never good with conveying strong emotions.
Suddenly, Hiei felt the warm embrace of Kurama as he hugged him tightly and kissed the top of his head. Kurama snuggled closer to Hiei and felt the fire demon suddenly go up in temperture.
"I love you so much, Hiei -- never ever think such things! I would never leave you," Kurama said with lust, playfulness and sincerity in every word. Kurama closed his eyes and smiled. He bent down, keeping his arms around Hiei and tenderly kissed his koishii. Hiei suddenly was caught by his emotions again and he in return wrapped his small arms around his lover. The two kissed lovingly, some people stopping in the street, but quickly moving on. They were not ashamed of who they were. It was their business. Kurama took his mouth off lithely of his love to look into his eyes. The bright scarlet eyes stared deep into the enticing emarald ones. They locked they're gazes, knowing forever they would hold that gaze in their hearts.
"I cannot dream of a day that I would leave you. There would never be a day that I would truly leave the one I care most about in this world. So let's go and have some fun, Hiei. Let me show you that I love you." Kurama stood up and took Hiei's arm to his and squeezed warmly. Hiei squeezed back and -- like he had before as they had walked home -- Hiei snuggled his head into Kurama's arm. Wonderful love. Wonderful, joyous love.
The two stayed together as the lone moved quite slowly once again but now Kurama and Hiei--in all honesty didn't care how long it took. All they wanted was each other. It was a rather cliché moment for both, they knew, but did they care?
The minutes passed slowly. But soon, some people began to leave. It seemed that a group of young men were passing through, undoubtadly drunk, stinking of alchohol. They laughed, two of them holding up a middle man who seemed not able to walk, but laughed stupidly along with the rest. Kurama and Hiei, by this time, were staring at them, as were a few others who were in line. Hiei eyes them with a certain tainted disgust.
"Hnn…such foolish ningen…to get so highly intoxicated that they aren't able to stand…it's revolting, really…" Hiei said. He slowly let go of Kurama arm so he could stretch. The boys still hadn't passed, as they were laughing still and the all sat down on a bench near the two lovers.
The one in the middle was a little smaller than the other two. He looked about eighteen, perhaps ninteen. He wore a small gold hoop earring and had longish ebony hair, just edging to his shoulders. He seemed very glazed as the two were laughing loudly and pounding him on the back, being almost as drunk as him themselves. The one on the left had short cut blackish-brownish hair and a peircing in his eyebrow, the right character having shoritsh, Kuwabara styled hair. and a tattoo covering his right arm, a large snake-like creature with devilish looking eyes and horns.
The interest in the group seemed lost to both Kurama and Hiei, so the two turned back around. But soon after had they turned their attention elsewhere that Kurama felt a slight tap on his shoulder. Both of them turned around, and found that the group had sauntered over to them and now the one from the left was eyeing Kurama with a certain hunger in his eyes. The other two laughed stupidly and the left one gazed at Kurama with the same almost intense stare. He traced his eyes along Kurama's neat conplexion and Hiei suddenly felt angered. The left breathed in to speak.
"Hey…you're real hot, lady…you want me to take you out sometime?" He said with a snicker coming out of his mouth and a smirk inching up his face. He suddenly grabbed Kurama's cheek and sqeezed tightly, pulling Kurama's face closer and closer. Hiei was slowly moving his hand to his bandage on his arm to remove his kokuryuha. Kurama struggled and tried to remove the man's hand. He squealed with pain as the grip only tightened. Hiei's taste for the man's death was sudenly becoming rather unsatiable.
"HEY! YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!!"
The cry came from behind them. Kurama, Hiei, and the three boys turned to face the most unlikely face all of them had expected to see that night. The man's hand suddenly shot from Kurama's face and he found himself slowly walking to the woman who had shouted. So did the other two. Kurama took a step back, his eyes wide with shock, Hiei looking in the same genre of disbelief, but with more confusion than anything else.
It was Konei. She was clothed in the most unlikely clothing any of the men had expected to see in a while. Her long, magenta hair was out and about her shoulders, long and silky. Her eyes were stark with rage and with compassion. But they were streaked with dark, dark mascara. It was blacker than most makeup any of the men had seen on a woman. Her eyelids were coated with bright gold eyeshadow, and shades of purple and red were mixed into it as well. Her lipstick was bright red and her clothes looked outragous. She wore a long, pink feathery boa about her neck and she wore a tight fitting blue miniskirt which barely covered her torso. She had gold fishnet pantyhose and she had white platform shoes. She had just walked out of the brothel. A terrible thought had just been reached to Kurama. She--she was …
"Hey--you're real sexy, you bitch … I want some of that nasty ho ass … come over here … " The drunken left one said as he eased his way over to her and she eyed him with intense revoltion. She reached out her hand and slapped the man brutally. Amazingly, he stumbled to the ground and whimpered.
"You cowaring bastard--you leave that man and myself alone!" She said icily. "You're disgusting, glazed with lust and an unquenchable greed for sexual power! Go HOME!" She shouted, her eyes stark and wide. The man stood and quickly bolted in the other direction, shaking with fear, the other tow screaming after him, with fear in their tones. Kurama inched his way towards Konei. It was unbearable to look at her when she was like that. She was incredibly beautiful already…she didn't need to demote her beauty to such lengths…
"K-Konei…why--"
"I'm sorry, Shuuichi, I didn't want you to find this out. I knew it would be difficult to explain if I ever got around to explaining myself to you--" She said sadly. She walked over to Kurama and looked to the ground, ashamed of her current situation.
"My secret's out now, I guess," She said sheepishly. Kurama took his hand to her shoulder and patted it sadly but with a sense of trust and understanding.
"I can't change with what you do with you're life, Konei--But I am here and I understand," Kurama said. Konei smiled genuinley and took her hand to swipe back loose hair behind her ear. Hiei stood next to Kurama, dumbfounded.
"Will someone tell me what the hell just happened here?"
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Kurama and Hiei had no need for food anymore and -- once explinations were given to a very emotionally disturbed Hiei, they happily made their way home, with Konei changed and a bag in the back of Kurama's car. They decided that perhaps a nice friendly meal was a change in pace, they both didn't really have a desire to go out and get more strange people hitting on Kurama --then only will Kurama's classmates save the day-- thereafter the two discovering later that the classmates were prostitutes.
Hiei in particular was relucant to let Konei speak with Kurama in such an intimate and caring tone, but he soon realized that absolutley nothing was going on between the two. He didn't even need a confirmination -- he could see it plainly. His fox was not interested romantically in this Konei girl whatsoever.
They all reached Kurama's apartment and Konei dropped her bag into the front closet, along with her shoes and her coat. She and Hiei sat down quietly as Kurama bustled around the kitchen finding tea to serve as he knew a lengthy conversation was about to occur. Hiei just plopped himself into his chair and looked at Konei with some repsect -- he acknowledged this girl was of some importance to Kurama -- thus, she was important to Hiei. She smiled to him happily and waved to him from across the room on the couch. Hiei had his arms crossed, but his eyes showed some surprisment. Strange girl …
Her attire had changed dramatically. She was now wearing a large blue sweatshirt with English words sprawled across the front. It proclaimed 'Swimming USA' in bold, yellow letters. Her dress of aqua had thankfully changed into long, tight fitting hip-hugger jeans and her makeup had been removed. It was a great inprovement in both Kurama's and Hiei's book. Suddenly, the sound of the Kitsune Youko brought Hiei back to life.
"Hiei? Would you like some sugar in your tea?" Kurama said, reaching into a high cabinet. Hiei shook his head politely.
"No thank you Kurama," He said quietly. Konei had a confused look upon her face.
"Kurama?" She said puzzled. Kurama and Hiei both looked at each other, eyeing messages of how to convey the truth. Finally, Hiei spoke up.
" … Shuuichi is his birthname … however … we prefer Kurama when he is not attending his classes. It seems to suit him as we have called him that since he was younger. It's sort of a … a -- "
" -- A nickname!" Kurama piped in, trying to stay as reletively cool as he could. Konei smiled.
"Right! So -- is it all right for me … "
"Of course! Now that you know, it would feel strange if you didn't call me by that name, Konei-san," Kurama said happily.
Kurama turned out of the kitchen and he held three mugs. He handed Konei's to her politely and she thanked him. He handed Hiei's his, Hiei nodding in acknowledgment, but soon after placed it on the table next to him. This wasn't new, Hiei usually never ate or drank anything when something important was at hand, it was as if he wasn't able to stomach anything such as edible necessities for humans. It was strange, but Kurama knew this was because he was nervous. It usually made Kurama laugh on the inside, for he never commented on this little habit. Hiei seemed to do it unconsciously.
"So … " Kurama began, taking a seat on the other end of Konei's couch. She smiled politely. She looked to Hiei, as if waiting for the conversation to begin when the fire demon spoke.
Hiei sat without a word, waiting for the other two to begin. It was rather irritating. Both seemed to look at him. Finally, Hiei glared at the other two with intense boredom and confusion.
"What?"
" … we … had assumed you had something to interject, Hiei … you seem like you have quite a lot on your mind," Kurama said slowly.
Hiei 'hnned' and sat up, still folding his arms. Kurama found that trying to get the demon to speak was a futile mission so he turned to Konei with concern in his eyes.
"Konei -- is there a specific reason why … ?" Kurama asked, shaking his head slightly. Konei's eyes dropped to her mug and so did Kurama's. Her fingers were holding the mug loosely and seemed to be with regret. Her finely maniquered nails were dark and long, the paint seeming livid; dark fire of eternity on every patch of her skin. Her fingers were skinny and held two rings on one hand, one ring resembling an old Chinese symbol, embedded with green and foiliaged with khaki-colored bronze. It was pretty, yet it was just like anything Kurama could have picked up at the market.
But the other ring, mezmarizing as it was, seemed mélanged with good and some sense of evil, just shining through the opaque colored stone mounted on silver. Its jewel seemed malevolent in its prime, yet as soft as an angel's heartbeat. And the jewel itself -- the hues seemed to twist into vapour and turn back into a solid. It was vapid and yet … very inticing … it was hard to stare at, yet hard to look away … Kurama found his eyes boring ever more into the mixture of colors even still … and trying to avert his gaze … no … it was …
"Kurama?"
He was jolted back as the sound of Konei's silk like voice guided him from slipping into maddness. He blinked a few times and smiled.
"Yes … so sorry, I just sort of -- dozed off for a moment, let's continue, shall we?"
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RoseMillenia's Author Note Thingy:
Hello!
I am sick at the moment, as I feel my temputure is quite high, my nose runny, and my throat feeling like it has risen from the deepest, most delinquint and forboding pits of hell.
I hate being ill.
But-- no worries! I still have gotten this chapter up. But -- let it be KNOWN! I am very sorry to all of my reviewers who are awaiting the gift -- I know exactly what it is -- and it is a very big key elemnet to this plot. So I think that it will either come in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Probably the next one (#3, I think) considering I type so damn fast. My plots go by so quickly.
Sigh.
Note to all! I am very sorry if you spot grammatical (sp?) errors and have the need to slap me upside my silly messed up head. This is hot off the keyboard, as I know that I haven't had time for my beta reader to revise, damn him and his tight schedale and crazy Catholic mother. But this is unedited. I'll have to go through it again and make the changes, perhaps then I will repost it. It's not a promise, as I have very little time to do so. So sorry if you spot some shit that's pretty messed up here.
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Lives Unmade
~Opacity~
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The trip to the resturaunt was rather long -- and besides the fact that there was nowhere to eat with so many ningen around, Hiei getting tired from all this travel. However -- but never once said a word. Neither Hiei nor Kurama could find a place that wasn't packed, so the only resort was to find a regular Japanese restuaraunt. They found one done a small road in Tokyo, but the thing was--it had a prostitution center right next door. Hiei and Kurama found their parking spaces quickly and decided to hurridly go inside for the meal.
"I don't understand why those girls do things like that, Kurama," Hiei said, leaning against the wall. It would take a moment for the people in front to move, so ther was no getting around the strange flashing neon lights portraying the words 'Whores' and 'Sex' in large, pink letters.
Kurama shrugged sadly and realized it was pretty upseting--there were certain reasons for girls to do such things, but it was rather difficult to understand why. Even if they needed the money, it really didn't matter. There had to be some other sorts of jobs where the girls could have worked at. But it was strange, as they seemed to give up and just release to disgusting males taking over thier bodies. Prostitution was pathetic, but made the realizers understand the tragic story behind the motives of the women.
Kurama and Hiei stood outside their restuarunt, the Kukara, and found that the line was still not shortening.
"So -- what did you get me, Koishii?" Kurama asked as he smiled happily. Changing the subject seemed to be the right thing to do at the current time.
Hiei 'hn'ed' slightly and smirked as he cocked his head to one side and shoved his hands into his side pockets.
"I'm afraid I am not at liberty to say around other people, silly youko. I'm sure you'll understand what I mean when we both get home."
There was a short, heated silence, but both saw that Kurama started to blush. He took his hands up to his mouth and gasped slightly. He giggled once and then smiled to his demon.
"I hope it's nothing that we'll regret later, Hiei, we know how practical and rather, how do I say -- eccentric -- when it comes to gifts. I just hope it's something that we'll both enjoy." Kurama smiled and laughed slightly. Hiei laughed quietly.
"Don't worry love -- I know you'll like it. Just don't talk too loudly, I hate it when you draw attention to yourself," Hiei said a little sadly. Kurama's eyes widened.
"Why? Do you not want people to know that we are in love?" Kurama asked, a little hurt. Hiei saw his words seemed to sadden the youko and suddenly felt a little guilty. But it was hard to explain his motives to Kurama. They were acts of loyalty, yet Kurama did not seem to understand.
"It's not like that, fox! I just - I want - " He trailed off, beginning to blush. Kurama urged him on with his eyes.
"Just say it, Hiei," Kurama said slowly.
"I - I think you're just too beautiful -- if you draw attention to yourself, then you'll think about leaving me with all your silly schoolmates eyeing you that way! I see people on the street stop and look at you - you're simply too handsome … and I don't know what I'd do if I was ever left by you … " Hiei trailed off and suddenly averted his eyes to the ground. Why did his feelings always come out wrong? They never seemed to have quite the impact he intended when he said them aloud. He hoped Kurama understood. Hiei was never good with conveying strong emotions.
Suddenly, Hiei felt the warm embrace of Kurama as he hugged him tightly and kissed the top of his head. Kurama snuggled closer to Hiei and felt the fire demon suddenly go up in temperture.
"I love you so much, Hiei -- never ever think such things! I would never leave you," Kurama said with lust, playfulness and sincerity in every word. Kurama closed his eyes and smiled. He bent down, keeping his arms around Hiei and tenderly kissed his koishii. Hiei suddenly was caught by his emotions again and he in return wrapped his small arms around his lover. The two kissed lovingly, some people stopping in the street, but quickly moving on. They were not ashamed of who they were. It was their business. Kurama took his mouth off lithely of his love to look into his eyes. The bright scarlet eyes stared deep into the enticing emarald ones. They locked they're gazes, knowing forever they would hold that gaze in their hearts.
"I cannot dream of a day that I would leave you. There would never be a day that I would truly leave the one I care most about in this world. So let's go and have some fun, Hiei. Let me show you that I love you." Kurama stood up and took Hiei's arm to his and squeezed warmly. Hiei squeezed back and -- like he had before as they had walked home -- Hiei snuggled his head into Kurama's arm. Wonderful love. Wonderful, joyous love.
The two stayed together as the lone moved quite slowly once again but now Kurama and Hiei--in all honesty didn't care how long it took. All they wanted was each other. It was a rather cliché moment for both, they knew, but did they care?
The minutes passed slowly. But soon, some people began to leave. It seemed that a group of young men were passing through, undoubtadly drunk, stinking of alchohol. They laughed, two of them holding up a middle man who seemed not able to walk, but laughed stupidly along with the rest. Kurama and Hiei, by this time, were staring at them, as were a few others who were in line. Hiei eyes them with a certain tainted disgust.
"Hnn…such foolish ningen…to get so highly intoxicated that they aren't able to stand…it's revolting, really…" Hiei said. He slowly let go of Kurama arm so he could stretch. The boys still hadn't passed, as they were laughing still and the all sat down on a bench near the two lovers.
The one in the middle was a little smaller than the other two. He looked about eighteen, perhaps ninteen. He wore a small gold hoop earring and had longish ebony hair, just edging to his shoulders. He seemed very glazed as the two were laughing loudly and pounding him on the back, being almost as drunk as him themselves. The one on the left had short cut blackish-brownish hair and a peircing in his eyebrow, the right character having shoritsh, Kuwabara styled hair. and a tattoo covering his right arm, a large snake-like creature with devilish looking eyes and horns.
The interest in the group seemed lost to both Kurama and Hiei, so the two turned back around. But soon after had they turned their attention elsewhere that Kurama felt a slight tap on his shoulder. Both of them turned around, and found that the group had sauntered over to them and now the one from the left was eyeing Kurama with a certain hunger in his eyes. The other two laughed stupidly and the left one gazed at Kurama with the same almost intense stare. He traced his eyes along Kurama's neat conplexion and Hiei suddenly felt angered. The left breathed in to speak.
"Hey…you're real hot, lady…you want me to take you out sometime?" He said with a snicker coming out of his mouth and a smirk inching up his face. He suddenly grabbed Kurama's cheek and sqeezed tightly, pulling Kurama's face closer and closer. Hiei was slowly moving his hand to his bandage on his arm to remove his kokuryuha. Kurama struggled and tried to remove the man's hand. He squealed with pain as the grip only tightened. Hiei's taste for the man's death was sudenly becoming rather unsatiable.
"HEY! YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!!"
The cry came from behind them. Kurama, Hiei, and the three boys turned to face the most unlikely face all of them had expected to see that night. The man's hand suddenly shot from Kurama's face and he found himself slowly walking to the woman who had shouted. So did the other two. Kurama took a step back, his eyes wide with shock, Hiei looking in the same genre of disbelief, but with more confusion than anything else.
It was Konei. She was clothed in the most unlikely clothing any of the men had expected to see in a while. Her long, magenta hair was out and about her shoulders, long and silky. Her eyes were stark with rage and with compassion. But they were streaked with dark, dark mascara. It was blacker than most makeup any of the men had seen on a woman. Her eyelids were coated with bright gold eyeshadow, and shades of purple and red were mixed into it as well. Her lipstick was bright red and her clothes looked outragous. She wore a long, pink feathery boa about her neck and she wore a tight fitting blue miniskirt which barely covered her torso. She had gold fishnet pantyhose and she had white platform shoes. She had just walked out of the brothel. A terrible thought had just been reached to Kurama. She--she was …
"Hey--you're real sexy, you bitch … I want some of that nasty ho ass … come over here … " The drunken left one said as he eased his way over to her and she eyed him with intense revoltion. She reached out her hand and slapped the man brutally. Amazingly, he stumbled to the ground and whimpered.
"You cowaring bastard--you leave that man and myself alone!" She said icily. "You're disgusting, glazed with lust and an unquenchable greed for sexual power! Go HOME!" She shouted, her eyes stark and wide. The man stood and quickly bolted in the other direction, shaking with fear, the other tow screaming after him, with fear in their tones. Kurama inched his way towards Konei. It was unbearable to look at her when she was like that. She was incredibly beautiful already…she didn't need to demote her beauty to such lengths…
"K-Konei…why--"
"I'm sorry, Shuuichi, I didn't want you to find this out. I knew it would be difficult to explain if I ever got around to explaining myself to you--" She said sadly. She walked over to Kurama and looked to the ground, ashamed of her current situation.
"My secret's out now, I guess," She said sheepishly. Kurama took his hand to her shoulder and patted it sadly but with a sense of trust and understanding.
"I can't change with what you do with you're life, Konei--But I am here and I understand," Kurama said. Konei smiled genuinley and took her hand to swipe back loose hair behind her ear. Hiei stood next to Kurama, dumbfounded.
"Will someone tell me what the hell just happened here?"
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Kurama and Hiei had no need for food anymore and -- once explinations were given to a very emotionally disturbed Hiei, they happily made their way home, with Konei changed and a bag in the back of Kurama's car. They decided that perhaps a nice friendly meal was a change in pace, they both didn't really have a desire to go out and get more strange people hitting on Kurama --then only will Kurama's classmates save the day-- thereafter the two discovering later that the classmates were prostitutes.
Hiei in particular was relucant to let Konei speak with Kurama in such an intimate and caring tone, but he soon realized that absolutley nothing was going on between the two. He didn't even need a confirmination -- he could see it plainly. His fox was not interested romantically in this Konei girl whatsoever.
They all reached Kurama's apartment and Konei dropped her bag into the front closet, along with her shoes and her coat. She and Hiei sat down quietly as Kurama bustled around the kitchen finding tea to serve as he knew a lengthy conversation was about to occur. Hiei just plopped himself into his chair and looked at Konei with some repsect -- he acknowledged this girl was of some importance to Kurama -- thus, she was important to Hiei. She smiled to him happily and waved to him from across the room on the couch. Hiei had his arms crossed, but his eyes showed some surprisment. Strange girl …
Her attire had changed dramatically. She was now wearing a large blue sweatshirt with English words sprawled across the front. It proclaimed 'Swimming USA' in bold, yellow letters. Her dress of aqua had thankfully changed into long, tight fitting hip-hugger jeans and her makeup had been removed. It was a great inprovement in both Kurama's and Hiei's book. Suddenly, the sound of the Kitsune Youko brought Hiei back to life.
"Hiei? Would you like some sugar in your tea?" Kurama said, reaching into a high cabinet. Hiei shook his head politely.
"No thank you Kurama," He said quietly. Konei had a confused look upon her face.
"Kurama?" She said puzzled. Kurama and Hiei both looked at each other, eyeing messages of how to convey the truth. Finally, Hiei spoke up.
" … Shuuichi is his birthname … however … we prefer Kurama when he is not attending his classes. It seems to suit him as we have called him that since he was younger. It's sort of a … a -- "
" -- A nickname!" Kurama piped in, trying to stay as reletively cool as he could. Konei smiled.
"Right! So -- is it all right for me … "
"Of course! Now that you know, it would feel strange if you didn't call me by that name, Konei-san," Kurama said happily.
Kurama turned out of the kitchen and he held three mugs. He handed Konei's to her politely and she thanked him. He handed Hiei's his, Hiei nodding in acknowledgment, but soon after placed it on the table next to him. This wasn't new, Hiei usually never ate or drank anything when something important was at hand, it was as if he wasn't able to stomach anything such as edible necessities for humans. It was strange, but Kurama knew this was because he was nervous. It usually made Kurama laugh on the inside, for he never commented on this little habit. Hiei seemed to do it unconsciously.
"So … " Kurama began, taking a seat on the other end of Konei's couch. She smiled politely. She looked to Hiei, as if waiting for the conversation to begin when the fire demon spoke.
Hiei sat without a word, waiting for the other two to begin. It was rather irritating. Both seemed to look at him. Finally, Hiei glared at the other two with intense boredom and confusion.
"What?"
" … we … had assumed you had something to interject, Hiei … you seem like you have quite a lot on your mind," Kurama said slowly.
Hiei 'hnned' and sat up, still folding his arms. Kurama found that trying to get the demon to speak was a futile mission so he turned to Konei with concern in his eyes.
"Konei -- is there a specific reason why … ?" Kurama asked, shaking his head slightly. Konei's eyes dropped to her mug and so did Kurama's. Her fingers were holding the mug loosely and seemed to be with regret. Her finely maniquered nails were dark and long, the paint seeming livid; dark fire of eternity on every patch of her skin. Her fingers were skinny and held two rings on one hand, one ring resembling an old Chinese symbol, embedded with green and foiliaged with khaki-colored bronze. It was pretty, yet it was just like anything Kurama could have picked up at the market.
But the other ring, mezmarizing as it was, seemed mélanged with good and some sense of evil, just shining through the opaque colored stone mounted on silver. Its jewel seemed malevolent in its prime, yet as soft as an angel's heartbeat. And the jewel itself -- the hues seemed to twist into vapour and turn back into a solid. It was vapid and yet … very inticing … it was hard to stare at, yet hard to look away … Kurama found his eyes boring ever more into the mixture of colors even still … and trying to avert his gaze … no … it was …
"Kurama?"
He was jolted back as the sound of Konei's silk like voice guided him from slipping into maddness. He blinked a few times and smiled.
"Yes … so sorry, I just sort of -- dozed off for a moment, let's continue, shall we?"
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RoseMillenia's Author Note Thingy:
Hello!
I am sick at the moment, as I feel my temputure is quite high, my nose runny, and my throat feeling like it has risen from the deepest, most delinquint and forboding pits of hell.
I hate being ill.
But-- no worries! I still have gotten this chapter up. But -- let it be KNOWN! I am very sorry to all of my reviewers who are awaiting the gift -- I know exactly what it is -- and it is a very big key elemnet to this plot. So I think that it will either come in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Probably the next one (#3, I think) considering I type so damn fast. My plots go by so quickly.
Sigh.
Note to all! I am very sorry if you spot grammatical (sp?) errors and have the need to slap me upside my silly messed up head. This is hot off the keyboard, as I know that I haven't had time for my beta reader to revise, damn him and his tight schedale and crazy Catholic mother. But this is unedited. I'll have to go through it again and make the changes, perhaps then I will repost it. It's not a promise, as I have very little time to do so. So sorry if you spot some shit that's pretty messed up here.
But I shall be getting a new chapter up very soon. I hope within the next few days, and I know that I said that this would be up very soon and it has taken me a while. SO SORRY! This time I hope I'll stick to my word and get Chapter Three over and done with. I know that it will be long and dreadful. But that's what these things are for! Writing is all about the effort. I certainly don't give any … but who cares?
So I bid you all a farewell, and a great, deep bow for all of my reviewers! I love you all! Tell your friends about my story! I want more reviews! I know it's greedy, so sue me. I like the attention.
Love to ALL!
~RoseMillenia~
And a special thanks to my friends who have helped me this far, especially to one of my dear friends who will remain unnamed, but some call him the Defiler of Souls. Love you Lots! Here's a kick ass quote from him:
"The deepest passages of your most forboding dreads and weaknesses is where you shall find me … for there is where I forever weep in solitude and the forever eternity of my almighty power." ~D.O.S.
Isn't he cool?
He knows he is too. He is very kind, yet very anit-modest, if there is such a thing. And I love adding things about my life in my author notes! Let's you know who I am! So love to you all. BYE! or, as I say …
~Ciao~
~owari … for now …~