Authors Comment:
To Dark Of Sky: it's true that Hiei probably lives longer than her, therefore she needs not to explain what Aurora Borealis is, but if we take into consideration that Hiei's whole life was spend in Makai, it makes sense that he could somehow become unaware of that said phenomenon.
CHAPTER 5: NIGHTMARES
Another whole week of unending shopping with three of her girl friends, seven long days of baby-sitting Yusuke, seven tiring days of buying, spending, eating and doing absolutely beyond work. Yes, one puzzling week of taunting gazes from Kurama. A complete seven days that gone so fast.
Keiko is in her bedroom, trying to find her sleep. The night was cold; the fireplace is burning in small flicker of fire. Her bedroom is next to Yusuke and she could hear soft music from his radio as she undressed. She put on a nightdress - white, with an embroidered neckline.
She took her hot drink to bed and picked up her book, but it was too much effort to focus on the print. Something is jilting her to go out of her room, as though calling her.
She sipped her drink and wished Yusuke would turn the radio off. It was like trying to sleep at a tea party.
She could, of course, ask him to turn it off. She looked at her bedside clock, it was past eleven. She could put on her dressing gown, which matched the nightdress, then step - quite dainty, with a pattern of roses - and just pop next door, and tap on his door.
"Silly fool!" she said to herself aloud. "You're just making excuses to go out"
And then she wondered why she needed excuses. She was a grown up, a 21- years old lady.
So, she drained her glass and got out of bed and put on her cotton white dressing gown, securely lacing it in front of her. She hastily clamped her long chocolate hair and stepped into her slippers.
There was nobody out of the hall. She found her way in the darkness. But before she could tap at Yusuke's door, she heard a soft cry. It came from the room adjacent to Yusuke; it was the fire demons chamber.
She carefully tiptoe toward it, wondering if she's just hearing things, but the resonance repeated, and that's the last thing Keiko needed to probe. Taking the handle in her hand, she hesitated for a while hoping that Hiei remember locking up his door - she's wrong.
Peeking at the door, she saw the man thrashing around his bed. His eyes were close but his face is masked with fear. Sweat continuously runs on his face, down to his neck and naked upper body. Helpless moan came out from his lips. Tossing around his bed, the blanket and some pillows was already tussled in the ground.
She could hear words mounting from his whim, but she can't decipher it. She allowed herself inside the room closing her distance to the demon.
"No..no...no."
That was the mantra she could make out.
She sat beside him, shaking him to wake up.
"Hiei, snap out of it!"
Immediately, the man jolted in sitting position, grasping for air. There's a wild look at his face.
"You okay?" she asked timidly, wondering if she's in the right place at the wrong time.
And as though reality came, Hiei realizes that she's sitting in front of him, watching him intently.
"K-Keiko..?" he softly exclaimed. Looking at her as despite the fact that she's intruding at his privacy.
As though a savior, he lunge at her, encircling his arms on her thin waist. Burying his head at the girls' slender neck, he enfolds her in his arms.
Despite the fact that she's quite taken aback by the sudden gesture, she tries to console him.
"It's okay Hiei-kun." she soothingly murmured.
"They hated me..." Hiei answered like a child.
Keiko listened assiduously while the man recounted his entire life to her. The latter won't even let go of her. Though strain, she patiently allow him to speak. The impacts of the story sadden her, tears uncosently falls on her cheeks.
After a long silence, she could feel Hiei's even breathing. Just like a child, she gently laid the man on the bed, unclasping his arms on her.
She wipes away the wetness of her cheeks then stare at the tranquil face of the sleeping figure. His words still echoes on her: they throw me out, throw me out.
She gazes keenly at him. She reached for the wisp of hair that falls on his forehead, brushing it off to the side.
Keiko decided to leave. The question bugging her heart is too much. She can't, she couldn't, and she shouldn't feel that. The fact behind it was more painful \, knowing that the latent man would never acknowledge it.
Maybe she's smart but her big heart is a moron one. She fell for the one who can't have her, and what's worse now was that she just fall for a man who could never be her.
She hurriedly runs out of the room, hating herself. She needs to keep it as clandestine - even eternally!
To Dark Of Sky: it's true that Hiei probably lives longer than her, therefore she needs not to explain what Aurora Borealis is, but if we take into consideration that Hiei's whole life was spend in Makai, it makes sense that he could somehow become unaware of that said phenomenon.
CHAPTER 5: NIGHTMARES
Another whole week of unending shopping with three of her girl friends, seven long days of baby-sitting Yusuke, seven tiring days of buying, spending, eating and doing absolutely beyond work. Yes, one puzzling week of taunting gazes from Kurama. A complete seven days that gone so fast.
Keiko is in her bedroom, trying to find her sleep. The night was cold; the fireplace is burning in small flicker of fire. Her bedroom is next to Yusuke and she could hear soft music from his radio as she undressed. She put on a nightdress - white, with an embroidered neckline.
She took her hot drink to bed and picked up her book, but it was too much effort to focus on the print. Something is jilting her to go out of her room, as though calling her.
She sipped her drink and wished Yusuke would turn the radio off. It was like trying to sleep at a tea party.
She could, of course, ask him to turn it off. She looked at her bedside clock, it was past eleven. She could put on her dressing gown, which matched the nightdress, then step - quite dainty, with a pattern of roses - and just pop next door, and tap on his door.
"Silly fool!" she said to herself aloud. "You're just making excuses to go out"
And then she wondered why she needed excuses. She was a grown up, a 21- years old lady.
So, she drained her glass and got out of bed and put on her cotton white dressing gown, securely lacing it in front of her. She hastily clamped her long chocolate hair and stepped into her slippers.
There was nobody out of the hall. She found her way in the darkness. But before she could tap at Yusuke's door, she heard a soft cry. It came from the room adjacent to Yusuke; it was the fire demons chamber.
She carefully tiptoe toward it, wondering if she's just hearing things, but the resonance repeated, and that's the last thing Keiko needed to probe. Taking the handle in her hand, she hesitated for a while hoping that Hiei remember locking up his door - she's wrong.
Peeking at the door, she saw the man thrashing around his bed. His eyes were close but his face is masked with fear. Sweat continuously runs on his face, down to his neck and naked upper body. Helpless moan came out from his lips. Tossing around his bed, the blanket and some pillows was already tussled in the ground.
She could hear words mounting from his whim, but she can't decipher it. She allowed herself inside the room closing her distance to the demon.
"No..no...no."
That was the mantra she could make out.
She sat beside him, shaking him to wake up.
"Hiei, snap out of it!"
Immediately, the man jolted in sitting position, grasping for air. There's a wild look at his face.
"You okay?" she asked timidly, wondering if she's in the right place at the wrong time.
And as though reality came, Hiei realizes that she's sitting in front of him, watching him intently.
"K-Keiko..?" he softly exclaimed. Looking at her as despite the fact that she's intruding at his privacy.
As though a savior, he lunge at her, encircling his arms on her thin waist. Burying his head at the girls' slender neck, he enfolds her in his arms.
Despite the fact that she's quite taken aback by the sudden gesture, she tries to console him.
"It's okay Hiei-kun." she soothingly murmured.
"They hated me..." Hiei answered like a child.
Keiko listened assiduously while the man recounted his entire life to her. The latter won't even let go of her. Though strain, she patiently allow him to speak. The impacts of the story sadden her, tears uncosently falls on her cheeks.
After a long silence, she could feel Hiei's even breathing. Just like a child, she gently laid the man on the bed, unclasping his arms on her.
She wipes away the wetness of her cheeks then stare at the tranquil face of the sleeping figure. His words still echoes on her: they throw me out, throw me out.
She gazes keenly at him. She reached for the wisp of hair that falls on his forehead, brushing it off to the side.
Keiko decided to leave. The question bugging her heart is too much. She can't, she couldn't, and she shouldn't feel that. The fact behind it was more painful \, knowing that the latent man would never acknowledge it.
Maybe she's smart but her big heart is a moron one. She fell for the one who can't have her, and what's worse now was that she just fall for a man who could never be her.
She hurriedly runs out of the room, hating herself. She needs to keep it as clandestine - even eternally!
