Again re-edited. Disclaimers still intact.
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Part 2I restrained myself from shaking the seemingly lifeless form on the bed. Stupid kitsune, how could he have gotten hurt? How could a spirit fox get hurt by a measly accident?
Damn that driver, it's all his fault.
I glance at the pale face on the hospital bed. Somewhat calm, a little peaceful maybe… but he must be under terrible pain. Many serious bruises and cuts donned the otherwise marble, flawless skin. There was sweat beading down his forehead and though he looked ethereal, he was as sallow as the moon.
Early around noon, when I came into this dull, white room, the kitsune had been fighting for breath, trying to keep up with the nasty ache that stung throughout his whole body. His eyebrows were knotted then, shivering violently, and I did nothing but stepped back as Yusuke and the doctor tried to calm him down and reassure him.
Another wave of guilt ate a part of my heart away. I did nothing but I was there, and dare I call myself his friend!
My hand reaches his, cold yet smooth, soft like cotton. I clutched on to it, and I wanted to keep holding it till the morning. I wanted to stay standing at his bedside, watching him, waiting. Guard him as he rests peacefully
Love him.
My hand slipped away from his, and I turn to leave.
Why should I leave? I pondered, hesitating a step further. Why can't I just sit beside him, look at him, watch him, worry over him, wait for him?
Because I'm a stupid fat oaf, I replied, continuing through the door and closing it behind me. I trudged down the corridor gloomily. I reached the end, and opened the small, shabby window. I looked around, making sure no eyes were upon me. A click and a slide, that was all it took for the window to open. I slide out.
I'm leaving him again.
God, I am such a stupid fool.
I fled into the darkness. Unknowing of an evil creeping out of it, venturing inside the still-open window.
Early the next morning, I had sprinted my lithe legs over roofs to get to Kurama. Of course he was my first priority, him.
Him.
Always him.
A few more steps to travel.
Him.
What enchantment does he hold? What curse has he put upon me, that all I can focus on is him?
Love?
I shook my head and landed unto the hospital's roof. Kurama always said never to use that route in getting in, my I don't find the Ningen way more comfortable or convenient.
The window was still open. I crept inside, landing soundlessly unto the pale blue carpet. I didn't mind the red stain there, instead curious at why many people in blue surrounded in the area.
Armed men, wearing gold pins on their chests. I think Kurama called them 'police badgers' or something. My eyebrow were knotted even more; there was a yellow plastic tape taped across the frame of the door to Kurama's room.
From confusion, my face turned to anger. It was an instinct for me, whatever mess they've done, if it dealt with Kurama, and if they were ones who hurt him, they would be seeing their spleen fly off to the nearest ocean.
My eyes slid sharply as I spotted another man different from the rest. Sporting a red jacket, a white shirt and jeans, the man I knew was walking his way towards me.
He came close, and next to me; I said nothing. He looked worried; my blood ran cold.
"You were the last person to see him." Yusuke said promptly, "What happened?"
My eyes did not have to feign confusion.
"I left."
"Didn't see anyone who came in here, Hiei?"
I shook of my head. I ached to know what happened, but my dignity held me back. I'll just observe clues and solve out the situation—
"Kurama's gone. Someone took him."
—or wait for someone to tell me. But as the words sank in my anger rose once more. Fist clenched unbearably tight, I strode over to his room. Yusuke held me back, I tried to shrug away the firm hand but it didn't budge. I turned back to him, my red eyes piercing, but his were firm.
"Do NOT make a commotion now, Hiei. It won't do any good for Kurama."
Suddenly I grabbed for the lapel of his white polo shirt, holding him up against the wall. Gladly, no one noticed. Yet.
"Oh yeah?" I spat out, "Then What WILL?"
He remained his cool, even in his predicament. I sometimes am envious of him, but my spite was set aside, a much larger turmoil reigning within me now.
Great, Kurama's hurt, unconscious and abducted. Give him a break! I'd be willing to switch if we could.
As long as I know he doesn't suffer…
Yusuke put a hand on mine, "You could, for once, put me down… That way he'll still have one intelligent teammate."
I glared. He quirked his mouth, but I could see through that façade. He was in a hurry to tell me something. He was troubled for Kurama too. I set him down slowly, still eyeing him like a vulture.
"And for a second." Yusuke said, "You could behave yourself until we can get back to Genkai's place. You can thrash and angst your heart out there for all I care."
He took a step further, and my voice, slightly croaky as the events played, said, "We're going there now?"
Yusuke turned to me, rolled his eyes and said, "Oh no. Right now I have a tea party to attend to and I'd rather not let it get cold than save we move along and hurry up now?"
But I was already gone.
