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Final Glance By: YoruKaze

The days had been long and cold. The sweeping winds tore through the empty branches in canon as it blows through the streets of the city. Winter. Yes, it was not Kurama's favourite season, but it seems there was nothing he could do about it. Not all the Makai plants in the world could make this season seem brighter. Especially now. But of course, in his heart he knew that was not true. It was just yesterday when he commented on the beauty of a thin layer of fresh fallen snow. All things have beauty within them. I guess, he pondered as he sat on a park bench next to the sidewalk. It had been a long day. Then again, it had been a very long ninety-two years for him.

Ninety-two years. It doesn't seem like that long ago, Kurama thought. Of course, that span of time was a drop in the bucket in his life. His approximate age was nearing probably around 1500 years old, but it did not really matter, it was not important to him.

He sat fiddling with his tie, something he did not wear very often. Then again, black was not his choice colour either. During that thought he was interrupted by a cold breeze and the feeling of someone's presence behind him. He whipped around immediately to see a short, dark figure with black and white spiky hair.

"Hiei!" he exclaimed softly at the sight of his old friend. "I didn't see you at the wake. Were you there?" He asked this, already knowing the answer.

"Hn." He paused. "I was there," Hiei said in his usual tone.

"I knew you wouldn't have missed it," Kurama said almost in a whisper. "It's sad, isn't it?"

Hiei made no comment, but instead looked down to the ground. He started moving his foot around in the melting snow. Then he said, "You look almost the same as you did.how?"

Kurama laughed softly. He looked down and muttered, "It's because of who I really am. I can't age like normal ningen. I almost wish." but he trailed off into his thoughts.

Hiei knew what he was going to say, but did not agree. He had grown to somewhat like his existence. Maybe "like" is not the correct word. More like, "grown accustomed to". He knew the fate ahead of him, he knew the place he would be going would be a lot worse than being forced to live in Ningenkai; which was torture for Hiei, all in itself.

Kurama felt the anxious emotion of Hiei and replied, "Do you really think that Koenma will really send us there?"

Hiei turned around a bit startled. iHow did he know that? Oh yeah, it's Kurama.../i He replied, "Hn. How am I supposed to know?"

Kurama smiled and said softly, "You haven't changed Hiei."

Hiei looked back at him. I have changed, kitsune, he thought. Kurama knew he had. Although it wasn't all intentional. If he was still the Hiei of the past, why was he helping baka ningen who wander into Makai? Or would he have attended the wake? Would he even be here, talking, right now? No. He wouldn't have.

"You miss them don't you?" Kurama asked gently.

"No," Hiei replied, bluntly.

Kurama smiled again, but his faced changed slowly to a frown when he said his next thought. "Today was very sad. But the even sadder part is that no ningen will ever know how important he was. He will be forever remembered in Rei-kai and Makai alike, but not in his own world, where he lived and died."

Hiei was surprised at Kurama's bluntness. He knew it was the harsh influence of Youko still within him. Although Hiei knew that Youko was more powerful, he would always prefer Kurama in his "ningen" form. Simply because, that it was the Kurama he knew, and, although he would never say it aloud, or even think it, but that was the Kurama who had been his best friend through it all. Hiei slowly returned to reality and realized that Kurama was still talking.

".He lived a very long time. Of course, he would have lived longer if he had been a full demon," Kurama commented. "But after Keiko died, that really got to him I heard."

Hiei put his hands in his pockets. "Hn."

Kurama looked at his hands, which were sitting, folded in his lap. He leaned forward slightly, making him seem ancient.

Hiei smirked, noticing this. "You are old." Kurama laughed. "Yes I know. I haven't quite felt the full force of it yet though."

"You sure?"

"I believe so."

"Hn. Baka kitsune."

Kurama smiled slightly, but then solemnly looked upon the ground. "I miss them." He looked up and raised his gaze to the sky, but closed his eyes and looked back to Hiei, who was also, surprisingly, staring at the sky also. "Koenma better be treating him well after all that he's done."

"Peh," Hiei said, "But we had a part also."

"Yes, I guess so," Kurama stated with a half-smirk. Kuwabara, Genkai, Yukina, Keiko, Shizuru, and Yusuke. The people who had changed the entire track of Kurama's and Hiei's lives, the people who meant the most to both of them, they were all gone. It is strange, how their brief existence made such a lasting impact. Besides his mother, Kurama had respected and learned from Yusuke the most. He had even come to understand loyal friendship even better from Kuwabara. Hiei had probably changed the most since he met Yusuke though. He had been taught from all of them.

Hiei had many trials and losses in his sad lifetime, but the most recent of course had been the death of his twin sister Yukina. He had never told her the truth, he had never told her that he was her brother. The person she searched so long and hard for stood right before her, but she never knew.

"Why didn't you ever tell her?" asked Kurama.

Hiei's eye's widened slightly. How does that fox do that?! He knew Kurama had an uncanny read peoples' minds and emotions just by looking at them, but it just amazed him all the same. "Hn. That is none of your affairs." Kurama would never understand, no one would.

"We all make mistakes, Hiei."

At that moment, each of them thought the conversation was over. The both sat in silence, not needing to say anything. Each of them thought about the recent death of their friend. They thought about all of them.and how they never even got to see them alive before they passed. They never said goodbye, or thanks, for that matter. Then suddenly, they both turned rapidly around to see the person staring from behind them.

"Koenma-sama!" Kurama exclaimed in surprise. He smiled and followed up with, "Hisashiburi..."

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A/N: Yeah @@; This is my first fic. Sooo it sucks xD; Please review and tell me what I need to improve upon. But don't be too harsh x.o;