Sorry that took a second, but here it is! Chapter 3! I might have thought
up a plot . . . well anyway we'll see. LOL Enjoy!
I still don't own that Yoko Kurama *drools*
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Kurama, I had nearly forgotten. If he found out about this he would feel so bad. He would think it was all his fault and we could never really be around each other without feeling rather strange.
I had to somehow sneak away without waking him up.
I slowly took my arms off of him and slowly pushed myself up and off of him. I moved over besides him and stood up.
After I was halfway dressed, still lacking my shirt, which had been ripped to shreds, I started for the door. I had to pick up the fabric once known as my shirt off of the other room and leave before Kurama discovered me.
A third of the way down the stairs I glanced down at my chest and once again saw that wound. It was a little messy but I was almost certain it would scar. Damn it.
After I gathered up my shirt's remains I walked into the kitchen, searched around until I found the trash can and threw them in there. While I was in there I turned on the cold water and cleaned my cut.
After cleaning it I began to feel nervous.
"What a stupid fox . . ." I uttered looking at it to see it was in the form of a 'Y'.
"Hiei, you're still here I see."
I quickly spun around, holding the piece of cloth I used to clean my wound over it, to see Kurama standing at the kitchen door, wearing a pair of his normal clothes.
"Well . . . Yoko fell asleep and I just thought I better stay here and explain that to you when you woke up." I said walking closer to him, still covering my mark.
"He went to sleep?! That's odd, usually he'd want to make the most of his time." Kurama started looking a little nervous. "What did he, I, do?"
"Nothing. We discussed the plans and then get got tired, so he went to sleep in your room." I answered closing my eyes and attempting to walk passed him through the door but he stopped me with his hand.
I glanced at it to see he was holding a little piece of my shirt in his hand. Oh crap, some was in his room.
He reached up and grabbed my hand to move it away and saw my little 'Y' shaped scar.
"Oh god Hiei . . . I'm so sorry . . ." He sighed dropping his head in his palm and shaking it.
"I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would make you feel bad." I said to him in my rare, understanding voice that I only used when I really meant it.
He and I slowly walked over into the other room. He sat down and I stood over by the end of the sofa, next to where he sat.
"Hiei, did I force you?" He asked clenching his fist and tearing up.
"Sort of . . ." I answered him hesitantly.
There was a long, uncomfortable, pause, until he started to cry.
"I'm SO sorry Hiei . . ." He said with tears falling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin onto his shirt.
"It's okay Kurama . . . we're still friends." I said to him feeling a little bad myself.
Maybe I shouldn't have said we were friends . . . I never did before.
He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes still watery and crying, he looked as though he was really and truly horrified about it, but maybe happy that I called him a friend. And the still part because it meant we always have been.
"Hiei . . ." He said painfully as he reached up and hugged me.
I was taken completely by surprise. But I didn't push him away, I learned he was a little too fragile.
"Kurama, don't feel bad. Even though you two share the same soul, your personalities are much too different to be called the same." I said as he let go of me and wiped a tear from his eye.
"No Hiei, that's the problem. I am exactly like him; I just have self control and compassion." He told me turning his back.
Self control? What did he mean by that? And . . . compassion.
"I think I should go." I said starting to walk.
"No Hiei, I don't want to just forget it like it never happened. You and I slept together and we should make sure that it won't affect our friendship . . ." He said reaching up and grabbing my arm.
I jerked away, nodded, and sat over by him on the sofa.
"Hiei . . . did I force you?" He asked me firmly.
"Not entirely." I replied feeling a little embarrassed.
"I see . . . so do you- . . . well . . ." He stammered looking embarrassed as well.
"Love him?" I asked turning to look at him, who was doing the same.
"Yes." He sighed moving his eyes away to look at the floor.
". . . . . . I don't know." I answered bowing my head down and closing my eyes. "It's not like I would know anyhow."
"Hiei-" Kurama started jerking his head over to look at me. I turned up and looked at him. His eyes were still tear filled and he was blushing. He leaned towards me, our lips getting ever close to each other. I started to get nervous until he stopped and backed away. "I don't want to kiss you . . . well, I mean I don't want to kiss you unless it's wanted by both sides. I'm different now . . . I have self control . . . and I care about your feelings."
"Kurama you?" I asked in shock.
"Yes Hiei . . . I hoped something like this would never happen . . . I care about you . . . I don't want you hurt." I could tell he wanted deeply to touch me, but he didn't. He was very different than Yoko.
My heart and mind were overwhelmed with new thoughts and feelings. Everything was happening so fast, and it was all foreign to me. I didn't know the first thing about love! How was I supposed to respond to it? Especially when it came from someone I'd known for a long time and grown close to.
With one strong gush of confusing feelings I reached over for Kurama and pulled him into a hard, passionate, and long kiss.
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Yugijouoh: Sorry about the crappy chapter ending again LOL Please review!
I still don't own that Yoko Kurama *drools*
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Kurama, I had nearly forgotten. If he found out about this he would feel so bad. He would think it was all his fault and we could never really be around each other without feeling rather strange.
I had to somehow sneak away without waking him up.
I slowly took my arms off of him and slowly pushed myself up and off of him. I moved over besides him and stood up.
After I was halfway dressed, still lacking my shirt, which had been ripped to shreds, I started for the door. I had to pick up the fabric once known as my shirt off of the other room and leave before Kurama discovered me.
A third of the way down the stairs I glanced down at my chest and once again saw that wound. It was a little messy but I was almost certain it would scar. Damn it.
After I gathered up my shirt's remains I walked into the kitchen, searched around until I found the trash can and threw them in there. While I was in there I turned on the cold water and cleaned my cut.
After cleaning it I began to feel nervous.
"What a stupid fox . . ." I uttered looking at it to see it was in the form of a 'Y'.
"Hiei, you're still here I see."
I quickly spun around, holding the piece of cloth I used to clean my wound over it, to see Kurama standing at the kitchen door, wearing a pair of his normal clothes.
"Well . . . Yoko fell asleep and I just thought I better stay here and explain that to you when you woke up." I said walking closer to him, still covering my mark.
"He went to sleep?! That's odd, usually he'd want to make the most of his time." Kurama started looking a little nervous. "What did he, I, do?"
"Nothing. We discussed the plans and then get got tired, so he went to sleep in your room." I answered closing my eyes and attempting to walk passed him through the door but he stopped me with his hand.
I glanced at it to see he was holding a little piece of my shirt in his hand. Oh crap, some was in his room.
He reached up and grabbed my hand to move it away and saw my little 'Y' shaped scar.
"Oh god Hiei . . . I'm so sorry . . ." He sighed dropping his head in his palm and shaking it.
"I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would make you feel bad." I said to him in my rare, understanding voice that I only used when I really meant it.
He and I slowly walked over into the other room. He sat down and I stood over by the end of the sofa, next to where he sat.
"Hiei, did I force you?" He asked clenching his fist and tearing up.
"Sort of . . ." I answered him hesitantly.
There was a long, uncomfortable, pause, until he started to cry.
"I'm SO sorry Hiei . . ." He said with tears falling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin onto his shirt.
"It's okay Kurama . . . we're still friends." I said to him feeling a little bad myself.
Maybe I shouldn't have said we were friends . . . I never did before.
He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes still watery and crying, he looked as though he was really and truly horrified about it, but maybe happy that I called him a friend. And the still part because it meant we always have been.
"Hiei . . ." He said painfully as he reached up and hugged me.
I was taken completely by surprise. But I didn't push him away, I learned he was a little too fragile.
"Kurama, don't feel bad. Even though you two share the same soul, your personalities are much too different to be called the same." I said as he let go of me and wiped a tear from his eye.
"No Hiei, that's the problem. I am exactly like him; I just have self control and compassion." He told me turning his back.
Self control? What did he mean by that? And . . . compassion.
"I think I should go." I said starting to walk.
"No Hiei, I don't want to just forget it like it never happened. You and I slept together and we should make sure that it won't affect our friendship . . ." He said reaching up and grabbing my arm.
I jerked away, nodded, and sat over by him on the sofa.
"Hiei . . . did I force you?" He asked me firmly.
"Not entirely." I replied feeling a little embarrassed.
"I see . . . so do you- . . . well . . ." He stammered looking embarrassed as well.
"Love him?" I asked turning to look at him, who was doing the same.
"Yes." He sighed moving his eyes away to look at the floor.
". . . . . . I don't know." I answered bowing my head down and closing my eyes. "It's not like I would know anyhow."
"Hiei-" Kurama started jerking his head over to look at me. I turned up and looked at him. His eyes were still tear filled and he was blushing. He leaned towards me, our lips getting ever close to each other. I started to get nervous until he stopped and backed away. "I don't want to kiss you . . . well, I mean I don't want to kiss you unless it's wanted by both sides. I'm different now . . . I have self control . . . and I care about your feelings."
"Kurama you?" I asked in shock.
"Yes Hiei . . . I hoped something like this would never happen . . . I care about you . . . I don't want you hurt." I could tell he wanted deeply to touch me, but he didn't. He was very different than Yoko.
My heart and mind were overwhelmed with new thoughts and feelings. Everything was happening so fast, and it was all foreign to me. I didn't know the first thing about love! How was I supposed to respond to it? Especially when it came from someone I'd known for a long time and grown close to.
With one strong gush of confusing feelings I reached over for Kurama and pulled him into a hard, passionate, and long kiss.
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Yugijouoh: Sorry about the crappy chapter ending again LOL Please review!