Ooh, this is my fave chapter, but before you get it I need to do some responding. I'll be brief. To Iceheart3000:short is my style, but perhaps one day i will flesh it out, but for now short and sweet!
To Authoress: Sorry I don't write your whole name, it's long. But yes, I like that physcopath. I think he's creepy and quite a hoot.
And to Happy Utena chan: Your name is long as well, but je jure (I swear, not like the movie where they bury the mother in the clock) there are no spoilers.
Finally, thanks to all who review me, I feel loved and existent!
There, now read!
Yu Yu Hakusho is not mine
4) Diluted
Hiei was soaking wet. His eyes were closed as he perched Yusuke's rooftop. Under a bandana on his forehead the Jagan glowed purple. He had just caught the tail end of the conversation. Something about his being a little rat, his teeth ground at the diminutive term, and something about Karasu being back.
As the talking ceased, he leapt from the roof and met the ground softly. Perhaps that was where Kurama was now. No, he would feel their aura's if they were fighting and right now, he could sense no aura but his own and Yukina's. Hers was always with him.
Hiei thought back on his search for his friend. He was obviously the first to notice Kurama's disappearance. He had gone over to speak with the kitsune about the strange aura from the other morning. When he reached his home, Kurama's window was dark and there was no one inside. Opening the window from the outside, Hiei had gone in.
There were no signs of recent entrance and the only thing he heard in the whole house was the sobbing of a miserable mother. The only thing that looked out of place in the tidy room was a note on the desk stating simply, in spindly handwriting, a date, time and place. The date was for the preceding day and the time that only five hours previous. The place was some abandoned lot.
Assuming that there might be a clue at the place Hiei went. As he flitted from corner to corner and roof to roof, the rain started. Clouds had menaced all day and the storm had finally broken, but not in a satisfying way. The rain was a mere spitting. But as he neared the lot the rain grew heavier as if trying intentionally to dramatize the situation.
The lot appeared to him a shallow lake in the deluge. He felt pieces of splintered aura all over the cement. They were rocking between the raindrops and giving off a very slight energy. He knew that he was in the right place.
Looking down at the dark water he saw the smoke like curls of red. Liquid tendrils reached out and out and became diluted. They seemed to stroke his booted foot tauntingly saying, "See, guess who we belong to." Hiei kicked them away.
.:I hope I'm keeping you hanging so at least two people will review so you can move on:.