I don't own YYH. Usual disclaimers apply. This popped into my head, and
didn't even really start out to be a Kurama x Hiei story, but. It evolved.
This is yaoi, needless to say. This is just the beginning, but if you like
it, there will be more. Well, that's not quite true. There will be more if
you like it or not, just to satisfy my own nagging creativity. Forgive the
shortness of the first part!
Contact is: midnyte_fox@yahoo.com
Enjoy!!!
~ midnyte-fox
* * * * * * * * * This is a prologue; a description of Kurama's thoughts. The story itself doesn't start until the next chapter, and the tense is different. It will still be Kurama's POV, but past tense rather than present as this one is. ~ midnyte-fox * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Have you ever wondered exactly where it is that emotions come from? What creates them? Why some can make your stomach hurt, and others freeze the muscles in your face so that you can't stop grinning like a fool, no matter how hard you try? Why it is that some of us can turn them off and on like a light switch, while others can't help but be overwhelmed?
Like me.
I try, and I hide my feelings away, but they're never gone. They never leave me in peace. They are always at the back of my mind, lurking, or on the tip of my tongue, waiting to spill forth at the most inopportune of times.
Like when I'm with you. My mouth wants to open and spill all my secrets out to you, to see what you really think of me. I want you to know that I can't stop looking out my window, hoping to see you. I stay up late just in case you stop by. I am happy and nervous and afraid to see you, and yet if I don't, I feel almost as if I will die. I think my very being would wither without you.
I pretend like I am unaffected, just so you won't know what you do to me. I wipe my sweaty palms dry, and take slow, deep breaths to calm myself. But I can't remain that way forever, just like you can't keep turning away. I know there is a bond between us, just as I know you're afraid to acknowledge it. You smile slightly, and dismiss my affection. Your crimson eyes become distant, and you cross your arms over your chest like you don't care. But I know your stance isn't nonchalant. It's defensive.
Like any fighter, you always look around for an escape, and the moment I give you an opening, you take it. You stride to the window, carelessly, and disappear into the night. You leave me with my head in my hands, close to tears, and your voice rings in my mind, even though you haven't said it for a long time.
"Hn. Baka kitsune. You've given in to those ningen emotions, Kurama."
Yes, Hiei, I have. I can't seem to help it, where you're concerned. My heart clenches at the thought of you, my body aches to hold you. And yet you run away, either not knowing, or not caring. You ignore whatever it is we both feel. Or, at least, I think you feel it. You're always so careful not to touch me, not to meet my eyes. I can't take any more of the pain, Hiei. I have to tell you how I feel, or I may as well not live anymore. If I keep the pain bottled up inside, I will explode.
I don't know how you'll react. You haven't given any outward indication of what you feel toward me, if you even feel anything. All you show is unconcern, a cold, uncaring façade. But I have to know.
And may the gods help me, but I'm willing to risk even your wrath to find out.
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Hope you liked it. Let me know! I'll finish it soon. Promise!
Contact is: midnyte_fox@yahoo.com
Enjoy!!!
~ midnyte-fox
* * * * * * * * * This is a prologue; a description of Kurama's thoughts. The story itself doesn't start until the next chapter, and the tense is different. It will still be Kurama's POV, but past tense rather than present as this one is. ~ midnyte-fox * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Have you ever wondered exactly where it is that emotions come from? What creates them? Why some can make your stomach hurt, and others freeze the muscles in your face so that you can't stop grinning like a fool, no matter how hard you try? Why it is that some of us can turn them off and on like a light switch, while others can't help but be overwhelmed?
Like me.
I try, and I hide my feelings away, but they're never gone. They never leave me in peace. They are always at the back of my mind, lurking, or on the tip of my tongue, waiting to spill forth at the most inopportune of times.
Like when I'm with you. My mouth wants to open and spill all my secrets out to you, to see what you really think of me. I want you to know that I can't stop looking out my window, hoping to see you. I stay up late just in case you stop by. I am happy and nervous and afraid to see you, and yet if I don't, I feel almost as if I will die. I think my very being would wither without you.
I pretend like I am unaffected, just so you won't know what you do to me. I wipe my sweaty palms dry, and take slow, deep breaths to calm myself. But I can't remain that way forever, just like you can't keep turning away. I know there is a bond between us, just as I know you're afraid to acknowledge it. You smile slightly, and dismiss my affection. Your crimson eyes become distant, and you cross your arms over your chest like you don't care. But I know your stance isn't nonchalant. It's defensive.
Like any fighter, you always look around for an escape, and the moment I give you an opening, you take it. You stride to the window, carelessly, and disappear into the night. You leave me with my head in my hands, close to tears, and your voice rings in my mind, even though you haven't said it for a long time.
"Hn. Baka kitsune. You've given in to those ningen emotions, Kurama."
Yes, Hiei, I have. I can't seem to help it, where you're concerned. My heart clenches at the thought of you, my body aches to hold you. And yet you run away, either not knowing, or not caring. You ignore whatever it is we both feel. Or, at least, I think you feel it. You're always so careful not to touch me, not to meet my eyes. I can't take any more of the pain, Hiei. I have to tell you how I feel, or I may as well not live anymore. If I keep the pain bottled up inside, I will explode.
I don't know how you'll react. You haven't given any outward indication of what you feel toward me, if you even feel anything. All you show is unconcern, a cold, uncaring façade. But I have to know.
And may the gods help me, but I'm willing to risk even your wrath to find out.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hope you liked it. Let me know! I'll finish it soon. Promise!