OK!!! I am going to finish this. . .even if it kills me. . This story and the sequel kind of run together in this chapter. . .So yeah lol R&R!!!
Hiei stared up at the sun, letting the drops of melting ice drip onto his outstretched arms. Light struck his face, illuminating nearly lifeless ruby red eyes. His breathing was short and shallow, creating puffs of mist in the chill. The ground seemed to pound with the rhythm of his heart as it pounded madly against his chest. The flame in his hand roared and sparked, but he paid it no heed. His thoughts were far away, soaring through heaven's skies with the Ice Apparition who had finally melted his heart.
"Aura. . ."
His eyes overflowed, casting the last of the icy coldness from the confines of his dark soul. The liquid ice flowed in sparkling waterfalls to strike the ground in a silent serenade.
"God. . .dammit. . ." Finally lowering his head away from the piercing rays, Hiei pulled the flame against his chest. "BURN ME!" He screeched. "For God's sake, take me with you, Aura! Take my life with your love!"
The flame crackled and hissed, but did not scald the fire demon. He silently cursed himself for being what he was.
It's all because of what I am that my troubles started. The thought echoed bitterly through his mind. Why. . .why is life so cruel. . .
"Life is cruel just as you are cruel, Hiei."
"WHO GOES?!" He whirled around, good arm at the ready. The black dragon had pretty much destroyed his right arm for the time being, though it still clutched the roaring flame to his heart.
Kurama, not the evil Youko, but the realKurama, stepped lightly across the foliage. His clothes were ripped, and blood cascaded from every limb, but his smile was as strong as it had always been.
"I saw your struggle through the eyes of another, but I felt your pain all the same." The warm emeralds sparkled. "And even though it wasn't my own, my heart ached like it never had before. I can't even begin to imagine what it is like for you."
Hiei managed a haughty snort. "I don't need your pity, Kurama."
Kurama kneeled down in front of his friend. "I know you don't. Pity was never your thing."
"You're damn right."
Silence fell over the two. Kurama shifted, and soon he was leaning against a tree staring up through the leafy canopy. He stole a glance at the fire demon, wondering what he could do to make him feel a little better. Hiei looked about ready to rip his own heart out, despite his tough act. Abruptly words just brushed past his lips.
"Sou sa sayonara wa pirido ja nai sou. . ."
Hiei's head snapped up. "What did you say?" He demanded.
Kurama didn't stop; the words just came on their own. "Eien no saka wo nobette yukeba. . .Itsu ka mata aeru."
"Where did you learn that?" Hiei murmured after a time. His eyes deliberately searched the ground before him.
"You learn a thing or two through observation," Kurama said. "Not like you would know, though."
Hiei decided to ignore that last comment. Without a word, he turned away from Kurama and stared blankly through the trees, flame still clutched to his chest.
Kurama let the quiet slide for a few more minutes. The stillness gripped them both in its cold hand. Hiei was off in a world of his own; Kurama could tell by the vacant look in his eyes. His thoughts were definitely with Aura.
Kurama's head dropped back against the trunk of the thick oak. Give it a little more time. . .His eyes drifted closed unbeknownst to him, and soon he was asleep.
His friend's absence of mind soon seeped into Hiei's consciousness. He turned and looked at Kurama. I thought he'd never fall asleep. . .
As silently as he could, Hiei got to his feet and sped away from the small clearing. A few minutes later, he was standing at the foot of the crumbled mountain. He stared up at the rock, fresh memories searing through his brain. With a shudder, he shook them away. He wasn't here to reminisce. Not just yet.
Rocks groaned and shuddered as the fire demon rooted through them. His fingers were soon bloody, but he didn't care. He was on a mission. The pain was nothing compared to what he was feeling inside.
Or the pain SHE felt. . .
His hand struck something sharp. A grunt of triumph interrupted his sorrow as he lifted the beaten sword from the rubble. He rubbed at the dirt until the steel shone back at him with renewed vigor.
"Sorry, old friend, but you won't see another battle. No more blood will run down your blade." He stared at it, then in a quieter voice, he murmured, "No blood will overrun Aura's."
The bloodstain was the only blemish left on the metal. It covered nearly a fourth of the blade, but he couldn't bring himself to touch it. So instead he bounded to the very top of the fallen mountain.
"Aura. . .may you rest in peace." And with that, he drove the sword down into the mountain face. The force behind the blow sent a rumble through the mountain, echoing the pain in his heart.
The rock split even further, cracking right down to its core. Magma spurted up through the crater, engulfing the fire demon from head to toe. Kurama woke from his light sleep. "What the - ?!"
The flow launched itself nearly 100 feet in the air. The red-headed "human" sprang to his feet. "Hiei!" He yelled. Then he took off at top speed toward the fountain of fire.
By the time he got there, the flow had stemmed, leaving only a thin trickle of magma streaming down the sides. Kurama tried to press forward, but the lava kept him at bay. All he could do was sit back helplessly and wait till the smoke cleared.
When it did, he instantly wished it hadn't.
All that was left was the sword, dug deep into the fresh magma. Hiei was no where to be seen.
Wha'd I tell ya? Kinda mixed there. . ..O R&R plz!