No, this is not the LAST chapter but you should see some endings here.
Sadly, this fic is coming to a close.
Hopefully, I'll be able to write some more fanfiction.
I love to write…
Its just much harder than writing poems…
Mhm.
Well, read on!
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It was too bright to be the cave.
Way too bright.
Was I dead?
Is that what you want, Kurama?
…
Maybe.
Is it truly?
. . .
Well?
No…I guess not.
Hiei…
Hiei…
It was chasing him, running after him with a gusto only a demon could inspire.
Kurama tried to remain balanced.
Left-right.
Right-left.
If Kurama was logically thinking, he would have sensed the approaching danger.
Of course, he was still stricken with the death of his mother.
Tears appeared; tears which were uncalled for.
He stumbled and swiftly wiped the tears away. They fell to the crumpled earth, moistening it.
Wait, crumpled?
Wasn't it only smooth, just minutes ago?
Pitfall
Cursing inwardly, he tries to slow his momentum but unfortunately he had been moving too fast, thus causing him to lunge feet first down a long narrow tunnel…
Wincing as he stood, Kurama rubs his sore ankle, checking for any fractured bones.
Good, there were none.
He heard laughter.
After several attempts to escape, his assailant had finally caught up to him, looking down the tunnel with a smirk.
He didn't even look winded.
Damn him.
"Who are you?" Kurama spoke quite softly, his low tones carrying upwards.
A smirk and a harsh laugh were all he received.
Hiei.
"No! Hiei…no-not you too?" He shuddered compulsively as the stranger-turned-Hiei unwrapped the bandages on his right arm. He was going to call the dragon.
Oh no.
"Kurama…"
Moaning, the victim on the bed shook, body writhing under thin sheets.
Sheets?
"Kurama…"
The voice was becoming more insistent, constant and worried. The writhing figure calmed under the gentle touch of the one calling his name.
"Kurama…"
Kurama opened his eyes, which were still blurred from sleep and red from crying, and stared at the fuzzy image before him.
Who..was calling his name?
Unintentionally, Kurama reached out and blinked a few times.
"Shuichi…"
Mother?
He was excited. Could it have all been a dream? Not one to let his hopes raise too highly, Kurama's eyes snap open, glancing around his bedroom anxiously.
"Shuichi…"
"Oh..mother.." Kurama began to sit up, only to hear an un-feminine snort.
It was Hiei.
"Good afternoon Hiei…did my mother leave for work already?" He was quite worried over his mother's sake. He had hoped that she would wake him before she left for work…
Shaking his head, he offers Hiei a light-hearted smile, blissfully unaware of Hiei's shocked expression.
Denial.
Could a Youko go through denial?
Obviously they could…his fox just did.
Maybe he was under too much emotional distress.
Maybe to him, it was all a dream.
Maybe...
Was I a dream to him?
What is reality to a person who is constantly living in the past?
In a memory?
"Fox…" Hiei was beginning to say something about Shiori but Kurama interrupted him.
"Hiei, what do you want to do today?"
Was he unconsciously aware that he was fighting a losing battle?
…Damn his fox.
"Do you want to go shopping with me, Hiei?"
Kurama's voice was so tempting.
So wanting.
"I'll buy you some sweet-snow." Kurama spoke in a warm sort of tone.
I guess I'll play along for now, fox…
Later, when we come home…
Then you will know that your Shiori is gone.
I acted how I normally did; at the mention of sweet-snow. My eyes widened and I placed this -fake- grin on my face.
This is for you, fox.
They were finally done shopping. Kurama had taken Hiei into an earthling clothes store and to the sweet-snow shop.
They had walked, side-by-side for hours in the park, just roaming around, free to do what they wished.
They were heading back to Kurama's place now and something was tugging at Kurama's heart.
All day, Hiei had been acting a bit too-cheerful.
It was as if some-one had died and Hiei was only trying to spare Kurama the pain.
But…who could have died?
Oh, there he went. Into my bedroom, never using the normal way.
Kurama rattled the knob, preparing himself for a few minutes of conversation with his mother.
The door opened and there, before him…were red letters.
Why were they chipping and why were they on the walls?
"If you want her, come and claim her, Youko Kurama."
Oh no, Shiori!
"Hiei..! Hiei!!"
…Why hadn't he seen this before? The blood was dried enough; it had obviously been there for days.
Weeks.
And then suddenly, everything rushed back. The week long trip just Hiei and him, looking for his mother.
The battle.
Shiori's death.
His fainting from exhaustion and sadness.
He heard a light footstep.
"…Hiei." It was a voice so unlike his norm. It was sad and defeated.
"Hiei, why? Why Shiori? Why her?!" He was growing hysterical.
And then there were arms around him, strong, soothing arms.
And whispers too.
Calming voices.
No, it was only one voice.
Hiei.
Kurama let loose and cried.
They had long ago retired to Kurama's bed and Hiei was simply comforting Kurama in the only way he knew how.
He held him and listened.
After all, that was what Kurama needed right now.
He needed understanding.
And Hiei understood Kurama in spades.
Spades.
And late, late in the morning, if you were to look into one Shuichi Minamio's room, you would see two boys, cuddling each-other, comforting each-other and sleeping in each-others arms.
It was sweet.
Aww!
Cute, neh?
Well, there should be at LEAST one more chapter.
There might be more.
I'm not sure, ya' know?
Wish me luck! Heh
