A/N: *wipes nose * this is from Hiei's POV, talking to Kurama as he dies. More angst. So sickly sweet it'll rot your teeth and spike your insulin.
I once told someone never to fall in love, because they'd have their heart broken.
Kurama, you should know not to follow my advice by now.
Sometimes I wonder if that promise you made me is what keeps you from making one of the girls at your school the happiest person in the world. If it is, I'm sorry. Yet I'm glad. Because if you ever did, it would make me the most miserable person in the world.
Yet why a simply promise would keep you from your adoring masses is beyond me. When teasing me, Kuwabara said it was because you felt sorry for me. That comment made me feel smaller than all of his short jokes combined. Yet I would shrink to the size of a pea if it meant you would be with me always.
For you, Kurama, are not my sun, nor moon. I could live without heat or light. You are another matter.
How ironic I think of all this when I've lost to much blood to move my tongue and jaw to tell you. You kneel by my side, head bowed. No doubt feeling responsible for my death. Idiot. You were the one urging me not to leave. I hated you for doubting me. I remember saying something about hating you as I left. Who knew the last thing I'd say to my beloved would be words of corrosive hatred.
I can't even feel myself breathing anymore. To tell the truth, I can't feel anything. Yet I can still see, which means my eyes are still open. Great, I've become the bloody staring corpse. What a way for you to remember me, my beloved.
I've loved you for ages, yet we've never kissed. I suppose it would be to much to ask for a kiss good-bye.
*Kurama's POV*
Walking away, I think about what I just said. About the kiss good-bye.
And before I can control myself, I'm running back, fastening my lips to his, repulsed that I've been reduced to taking advantage of him in death. As if I'd ever have the courage to do so in life. "I love you. Remember me in the afterlife," I whisper, and draw away, preparing to make my exit.
Hm. I must be crying. Because Hiei's cheeks are wet. Reaching up, I feel my own, yet my fingers detect no moisture. And my eyes are dry. Then must be raining. Or I'm going crazy.
Because if he was really crying, then he'd have to still be alive. Yes, I'm going crazy. Because now Hiei's hand just moved. And he blinked. His lips are moving.
Indulging in my illusion, I lean down, to where I can here him.
"I'm not dead yet you bastard."
No one has every said anything that ever brought me so much joy.
A/N: Hehehehehe. You should know I can't stand a sad ending. Onto chapter 3!