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Finally!
EpilogueEmerald orbs flew wide open. His vision blurry, he turned his head to look at the white ceiling of his room, to the curtains that blew softly with the wind. He was aware of all the scents around him, the grass and the dew clinging to it, the flowers and the butterflies hovering, and the smell of mingled sweat and blood, dipped in sweet musk, oddly mixed with a tang of pine, subtle and undominating. Inadvertedly, he turned his gaze to the tree outside, peeking through the shadows. Dawn seemed so peaceful, contrasting the clashing colors of the sky. He shifted -
And met a pair of amber points. For a moment there was a hush, for a moment, there was communication, understanding. Hiei blinked once or twice before giving the usual snort and moved slightly to free himself of the satiny blankets and stood. Kurama only watched silently, then turned his gaze back to the tree.
"Hiei..."
The koorime stopped. He looked at the reclined redhead questioningly. "I- It's nothing, gomen."
"Hn."
As the fire demon started to move out again, the half-youko finally mustered up enough courage, "Hiei..." A pause. And cloths rustled as Kurama sat up.
"Will you still be here when the leaves fall off my tree?" Silence.
Hiei looked outside. Leaves were giving up their lush verdant color, to become something come of age, golden, red, yellow... signaling the coming of autumn. He moved towards the redhead and reached out to brush away some errant locks. Their eyes met once more.
And though no words were uttered, no phrase or line, though no promises were made and given, Kurama knew the answer. The touch was enough and conveyed far more than words could.
He will be here
Somehow...
Confusing? It could end that way and you can use your imagination as to what really happened, or you can read its sequel: Fire From Heaven. Thanks for your patience!