Chapter six
Hiei emitted a low groan from his throat as he sat up, a slight haze in his eyes. Looking around he noticed that he appeared to be in a cave of some sort. A fire crackled cheerfully on the right side of the room where a figure lay prompt against the wall, legs crossed, his head down, he seemed to be in a peaceful slumber. Hiei sat up throwing back the covers looking back at the figure to see their ears twitch. Careful not to make too much noise, Hiei got up, looking around for his stuff. Glittering treasures of gold, silver, and gems lay scattered in different places. "So you're awake." the voice came at him soft sending chills down his back.
"You...what do you want, why'd you bring me here?" Hiei asked coldly, his ruby eyes narrowing. He was not in the mood to play games.
Chuckling the youko rose to his feet, growling softly then stretching. He kneeled before Hiei checking the Koorime's wounds and bandages. Nodding with approval when he noticed they were healing nicely. Ah the wonders of Makai plants... "That's not a nice thing to say about the person that saved your life now is it?" The kitsune purred. Hiei pushed him away, grabbing his cloak and weapon from a nearby chair he turned heading for the entrance. "Where are you going Hiei?"
"I'm leaving, you're not my mother.what makes you think you can keep me here?"
"At least stay until your wounds heal, remember you did have an accident." The youko pointed out nodding slightly.
"I remember...I remember everything...even...that night." Hiei seemed lost between confusion and hatred. It gave the cold-hearted demon a very childish, much to the fox's amusement.
"Well.?" Kurama muttered laying across his bed, his head resting in his arm.
"Well what?" Hiei replied fastening his sword to his belt.
"What's your answer...you never did reply." Hiei sneered at the youko. //Yeah, that's exactly what you want...for me to give in don't you, you bastard.// "I don't have to answer to you fox." He muttered.
Kurama chuckled, shaking his head, causing his silvery hair to fall in his face and about his shoulders, the rest of it cascading down his back. "What are you afraid of?" he taunted softly.
"Not you."
He nodded. "So you are afraid. That's very peculiar, seeing as you wasn't before." Hiei snorted, he turned on his heal to leave. "Surely you didn't think I'd let you leave while wounded."
"Well why not, you are the cause of my injuries after all...and besides who do you think you are trying to make me stay, my owner? Fat chance."
Kurama got up from his resting place on his bed and walked to Hiei, a sly look lit up his features. "I maybe the cause of them but remember that I'm also the reason while they're healing so quickly."
"If you touch me and I'll chop you tail off!" The fire demon sneered.
"Touch my tail and you die painfully slow." Snapping his cloak around his shoulders to prevent the cold weather from getting through he started walking again. Suddenly the strong vines of the rose whip were wrapped around him preventing him escape.
Hiei struggled against the plants grip, but his attempt was in vain as the thrones started to cut deep within his clothes scraping his flesh and healing wounds. "Have you lost your damn mind Kitsune?" What was he doing?
"No...not exactly..." He replied pulling the fire demon near and pressing his lips against his. Hiei's eyes widened as he struggled once more for freedom but failed. After a few minuets Kurama released him chuckling slightly. The little demon's face appeared started.
His vision...what was wrong with it? It was blurring, why? Hazy eyed he stammered on his feet like a drunken fool, until finally dropping down to one knee with a hand resting on his head. "You...you bastard." Was all that managed to escape his lips before he fell, collapsing into the youko's arms. Picking him up Kurama gently placed Hiei on the bed, pulling the covers over him.
Burshing stray hairs from his face he turned to leave, stopping at the doorway to gaze at the sleeping figure on his bed. He hated to trick the demon but he doubted he would get him to stay anyway. "You may think I don't care, but...I do...really, I do."
*~*~*~*~
"I'm sure he's on his way." He said comforting the woman as she cried. Every soft sob that escaped her mouth racked her small and fragile body to the point that he feared she would fall to pieces any moment.
"Mom...please...don't cry." Shuichi cooed softly rubbing her back. At times he often missed his own mother. Her hugs, warm smiles, soft giggles, bedtime stories, her short curly hair, the sent of her favorite perfume. The bond between his stepmother and brother fascinated him sometimes and he couldn't help but wonder could she...no...would she worry about him as much as her brother? He was a stepchild after all and his older brother had been there first. "Mom?" He started timidly.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark and red from lack of sleep and from crying. "Yes? What is it?"
"If.if I ever went missing, would you cry for me like you do my brother?" Shuichi lowered his head almost afraid of her answer. What could he expect? She wasn't his real mother.
She tilted her head to the side and stared up at him, a thoughtful look played across her face. "Why of course I would silly...why wouldn't I? You both mean so much too me. One of you without the other would be like a sky without stars. They go hand in hand. You both are my stars, shinning with unimaginable beauty and I am your sky to fall back on." Brushing a hand through his soft hair she smiled, her tears dry.
Shuichi grinned back at her feeling better. "Don't worry! He'll walk through the door any second now." He said sitting down next to their Christmas tree. "And besides, who'd miss opening presents?" he motioned towards the pile with his hands. Shiori smiled at him nodded before letting her gaze wander towards the window of the living room. Though covered with a thin sheet of frost, she could still make out the darkness of the sky, due to the time and an upcoming snowstorm. What had she done wrong? Was he not happy? Had she not shown him love over the past sixteen years? She remembered the long steps she took to reach the closed door of his room that day. With a trey of snacks in hand she opened the door expecting to find him reading or sitting at his desk sound asleep by the window with his face in a book, his soft silky read hair falling about his face, shoulders and back like a waterfall, making him appear angelic. Sadly, when the door was open she found neither, but and empty room instead leaving her to wonder like a mother should, what happened to her beloved son.
Hiei emitted a low groan from his throat as he sat up, a slight haze in his eyes. Looking around he noticed that he appeared to be in a cave of some sort. A fire crackled cheerfully on the right side of the room where a figure lay prompt against the wall, legs crossed, his head down, he seemed to be in a peaceful slumber. Hiei sat up throwing back the covers looking back at the figure to see their ears twitch. Careful not to make too much noise, Hiei got up, looking around for his stuff. Glittering treasures of gold, silver, and gems lay scattered in different places. "So you're awake." the voice came at him soft sending chills down his back.
"You...what do you want, why'd you bring me here?" Hiei asked coldly, his ruby eyes narrowing. He was not in the mood to play games.
Chuckling the youko rose to his feet, growling softly then stretching. He kneeled before Hiei checking the Koorime's wounds and bandages. Nodding with approval when he noticed they were healing nicely. Ah the wonders of Makai plants... "That's not a nice thing to say about the person that saved your life now is it?" The kitsune purred. Hiei pushed him away, grabbing his cloak and weapon from a nearby chair he turned heading for the entrance. "Where are you going Hiei?"
"I'm leaving, you're not my mother.what makes you think you can keep me here?"
"At least stay until your wounds heal, remember you did have an accident." The youko pointed out nodding slightly.
"I remember...I remember everything...even...that night." Hiei seemed lost between confusion and hatred. It gave the cold-hearted demon a very childish, much to the fox's amusement.
"Well.?" Kurama muttered laying across his bed, his head resting in his arm.
"Well what?" Hiei replied fastening his sword to his belt.
"What's your answer...you never did reply." Hiei sneered at the youko. //Yeah, that's exactly what you want...for me to give in don't you, you bastard.// "I don't have to answer to you fox." He muttered.
Kurama chuckled, shaking his head, causing his silvery hair to fall in his face and about his shoulders, the rest of it cascading down his back. "What are you afraid of?" he taunted softly.
"Not you."
He nodded. "So you are afraid. That's very peculiar, seeing as you wasn't before." Hiei snorted, he turned on his heal to leave. "Surely you didn't think I'd let you leave while wounded."
"Well why not, you are the cause of my injuries after all...and besides who do you think you are trying to make me stay, my owner? Fat chance."
Kurama got up from his resting place on his bed and walked to Hiei, a sly look lit up his features. "I maybe the cause of them but remember that I'm also the reason while they're healing so quickly."
"If you touch me and I'll chop you tail off!" The fire demon sneered.
"Touch my tail and you die painfully slow." Snapping his cloak around his shoulders to prevent the cold weather from getting through he started walking again. Suddenly the strong vines of the rose whip were wrapped around him preventing him escape.
Hiei struggled against the plants grip, but his attempt was in vain as the thrones started to cut deep within his clothes scraping his flesh and healing wounds. "Have you lost your damn mind Kitsune?" What was he doing?
"No...not exactly..." He replied pulling the fire demon near and pressing his lips against his. Hiei's eyes widened as he struggled once more for freedom but failed. After a few minuets Kurama released him chuckling slightly. The little demon's face appeared started.
His vision...what was wrong with it? It was blurring, why? Hazy eyed he stammered on his feet like a drunken fool, until finally dropping down to one knee with a hand resting on his head. "You...you bastard." Was all that managed to escape his lips before he fell, collapsing into the youko's arms. Picking him up Kurama gently placed Hiei on the bed, pulling the covers over him.
Burshing stray hairs from his face he turned to leave, stopping at the doorway to gaze at the sleeping figure on his bed. He hated to trick the demon but he doubted he would get him to stay anyway. "You may think I don't care, but...I do...really, I do."
*~*~*~*~
"I'm sure he's on his way." He said comforting the woman as she cried. Every soft sob that escaped her mouth racked her small and fragile body to the point that he feared she would fall to pieces any moment.
"Mom...please...don't cry." Shuichi cooed softly rubbing her back. At times he often missed his own mother. Her hugs, warm smiles, soft giggles, bedtime stories, her short curly hair, the sent of her favorite perfume. The bond between his stepmother and brother fascinated him sometimes and he couldn't help but wonder could she...no...would she worry about him as much as her brother? He was a stepchild after all and his older brother had been there first. "Mom?" He started timidly.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark and red from lack of sleep and from crying. "Yes? What is it?"
"If.if I ever went missing, would you cry for me like you do my brother?" Shuichi lowered his head almost afraid of her answer. What could he expect? She wasn't his real mother.
She tilted her head to the side and stared up at him, a thoughtful look played across her face. "Why of course I would silly...why wouldn't I? You both mean so much too me. One of you without the other would be like a sky without stars. They go hand in hand. You both are my stars, shinning with unimaginable beauty and I am your sky to fall back on." Brushing a hand through his soft hair she smiled, her tears dry.
Shuichi grinned back at her feeling better. "Don't worry! He'll walk through the door any second now." He said sitting down next to their Christmas tree. "And besides, who'd miss opening presents?" he motioned towards the pile with his hands. Shiori smiled at him nodded before letting her gaze wander towards the window of the living room. Though covered with a thin sheet of frost, she could still make out the darkness of the sky, due to the time and an upcoming snowstorm. What had she done wrong? Was he not happy? Had she not shown him love over the past sixteen years? She remembered the long steps she took to reach the closed door of his room that day. With a trey of snacks in hand she opened the door expecting to find him reading or sitting at his desk sound asleep by the window with his face in a book, his soft silky read hair falling about his face, shoulders and back like a waterfall, making him appear angelic. Sadly, when the door was open she found neither, but and empty room instead leaving her to wonder like a mother should, what happened to her beloved son.