Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Yu Hakusho. I do own the poem! Whoot! *fends off
lawyers with a stick*
I really should be working on other stuff, like Death Do Part, but I'm having writers block. . *hits Writers Block with said stick* Go away. Anyway, this came into my head when I was half watching Lizzie McGuire. Kinda angsty, but it'll do.
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^Kurama's POV^ ~If I were to die, Murdered in cold blood, Would it really matter?~
I could feel the silent tears swell up in my eyes. I see it fitting, as I don't deserve to cry out loud.
~I truly doubt it would.~
All this agony, sorrow, and pain swelling up in this fragile body. How have I been able to hold it in this long? I can feel one of my tears escape and slide down my cheek. I watch as it lands on the blanket covering my bed. It makes a small dark spot. I sigh, and say "Now only if it were larger. Then it would be my heart. Constantly covered in an endless shroud of darkness."
~ I've been left for dead. Deserted by those I once called my friends.~
Everyone's better off without me. I've no real purpose in this group, much less this world. "I'm just a mistake. I should have died a long time ago." I say, "Why did I want to live?" More tears continue to fall, heavier and with more emotion.
~ I'm just a curse, Caught in Fate's cruel game.~
^Hiei's POV^ I stood in silence outside Kurama's window. And I can't believe what I'm hearing. My closest friend in the three worlds was suffering with such agony that I've never seen.
And I've been the cause of it.
~ Alone, facing what I cannot defeat. Sorrow, pushing beyond recognition. Hatred, destroying what is dear to me. These emotions completely blown out of control.~
'How long has he been hiding it?' I wonder. The Kurama I knew was always so kind, so gentle, and so loving. It's almost like he's been wearing a mask this whole time. A mask to shield us from what really lies within his soul. I sigh quietly and peek through the window.
Kurama is facedown on his bed, soaking the pillow with his tears. But such a cry I've never heard before. It was filled with agony. Tears start to form in my own eyes, and I silently pray that they will comfort the Youko.
~ Why can't you all see? This is the way the game is played.~
^Third person POV^ "Why doesn't anyone help me?" Kurama choked into his pillow. "Can't they see me? Am I just a burden to them? A statue hidden in the shadows?" He clenched his eyes closed to try and stem the tear flow. And he lay in silence.
~Why can't you all see? I need you now more than ever.~
Hiei looked at the ground beneath him. "I have to help him." He muttered. As quiet as a shadow, he slipped into Kurama's room. The Youko was still on his bed. His head was turned sideways, his hands clutching a pillow. His eyes were closed, but his breathing was slightly ragged. Hiei could tell by his limpness that he had fallen asleep. Tear marks still ran down his cheeks. His bangs were in disarray on his face. Hiei's shoulders loosened and his heart dropped at the lonely look written plainly on Kurama's face. Quietly, Hiei sat next to him.
"Oh, Fox. If only you would have told us. I would have been there for you." He sighed. "I'm here for you now. Didn't you know that? You're the one's whose always been there to help all of us. Especially me. But now it's my turn to help you." Hiei's throat seized up and his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I-I can't stand to see you like this." Gently, Hiei reached over and pushed Kurama's bangs away from his face. "I'll always be here to protect you. From anything. Just know that I'll be here. Please. know you're not alone."
~This is the tale of silent suffering. This is the tale of quiet pain. This is the tale of a Broken Heart.~
~Owarii~
I really should be working on other stuff, like Death Do Part, but I'm having writers block. . *hits Writers Block with said stick* Go away. Anyway, this came into my head when I was half watching Lizzie McGuire. Kinda angsty, but it'll do.
~!~
^Kurama's POV^ ~If I were to die, Murdered in cold blood, Would it really matter?~
I could feel the silent tears swell up in my eyes. I see it fitting, as I don't deserve to cry out loud.
~I truly doubt it would.~
All this agony, sorrow, and pain swelling up in this fragile body. How have I been able to hold it in this long? I can feel one of my tears escape and slide down my cheek. I watch as it lands on the blanket covering my bed. It makes a small dark spot. I sigh, and say "Now only if it were larger. Then it would be my heart. Constantly covered in an endless shroud of darkness."
~ I've been left for dead. Deserted by those I once called my friends.~
Everyone's better off without me. I've no real purpose in this group, much less this world. "I'm just a mistake. I should have died a long time ago." I say, "Why did I want to live?" More tears continue to fall, heavier and with more emotion.
~ I'm just a curse, Caught in Fate's cruel game.~
^Hiei's POV^ I stood in silence outside Kurama's window. And I can't believe what I'm hearing. My closest friend in the three worlds was suffering with such agony that I've never seen.
And I've been the cause of it.
~ Alone, facing what I cannot defeat. Sorrow, pushing beyond recognition. Hatred, destroying what is dear to me. These emotions completely blown out of control.~
'How long has he been hiding it?' I wonder. The Kurama I knew was always so kind, so gentle, and so loving. It's almost like he's been wearing a mask this whole time. A mask to shield us from what really lies within his soul. I sigh quietly and peek through the window.
Kurama is facedown on his bed, soaking the pillow with his tears. But such a cry I've never heard before. It was filled with agony. Tears start to form in my own eyes, and I silently pray that they will comfort the Youko.
~ Why can't you all see? This is the way the game is played.~
^Third person POV^ "Why doesn't anyone help me?" Kurama choked into his pillow. "Can't they see me? Am I just a burden to them? A statue hidden in the shadows?" He clenched his eyes closed to try and stem the tear flow. And he lay in silence.
~Why can't you all see? I need you now more than ever.~
Hiei looked at the ground beneath him. "I have to help him." He muttered. As quiet as a shadow, he slipped into Kurama's room. The Youko was still on his bed. His head was turned sideways, his hands clutching a pillow. His eyes were closed, but his breathing was slightly ragged. Hiei could tell by his limpness that he had fallen asleep. Tear marks still ran down his cheeks. His bangs were in disarray on his face. Hiei's shoulders loosened and his heart dropped at the lonely look written plainly on Kurama's face. Quietly, Hiei sat next to him.
"Oh, Fox. If only you would have told us. I would have been there for you." He sighed. "I'm here for you now. Didn't you know that? You're the one's whose always been there to help all of us. Especially me. But now it's my turn to help you." Hiei's throat seized up and his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I-I can't stand to see you like this." Gently, Hiei reached over and pushed Kurama's bangs away from his face. "I'll always be here to protect you. From anything. Just know that I'll be here. Please. know you're not alone."
~This is the tale of silent suffering. This is the tale of quiet pain. This is the tale of a Broken Heart.~
~Owarii~