Okay, here is a new story that I started writing a while ago, seriously. I
wrote this months ago so don't blame me if it sucks . . . if it sucks,
blame the me from a couple of months ago. Anyway, enjoy! (I hope this story
will be a longer one too . . .) Chapter 2+ will probably be better because
they will be freshly written. Fresh . . .
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho!
*
"So Hiei, do you think you're ready?" the over excited detective asked as he directed a smile towards me. Gestures of such kinds were puzzling, yet pitifully simple. Using your face to express emotion, hn! The only way your face can emit emotion is through your eyes. Eyes can say it all, the way you see things. If you see things as pleasant, then your eyes will reflect that. So in return, I gave Yusuke a death glare.
"Stupid questions are better not asked! I was ready before you even mentioned the tournament!" I snapped at him. I hated the way humans felt they always had to talk. Whatever happened to just being alone and quiet? That was the real joy in life. Solitude.
"Man, it was just a question!" Yusuke said to me in a sarcastic tone. "Anyway, I need to go tell Kuwabara about it."
"He doesn't know?" I asked standing up from my current sitting position on the branch of a tree. I leaped from it and landed besides our 'captain' without so much as bending my knees.
"Not yet, Kurama doesn't either . . . maybe I should have told them yesterday . . . ANYWAY could you tell Kuwabara about it while I take care of filling Kurama in?" he questioned as he nervously shifted his eyes to look at his feet.
"No, I won't. I'LL tell Kurama and you tell the oaf!" I grunted at him as I turned and began to walk. Feeling a little impatient, I increased my pace and ran. My knees bent, running low to the ground, I quickly reached Kurama's residence. I stopped at his door to look at it, it was strange to me. Not the door, just the way human's acted. It all seemed so primitive. I couldn't understand what was so appealing about it to Kurama, he'd rather have his human life over his other, his first, his real demon life. I knocked on the door a few times and then stopped. I stood for a moment or two waiting. Finally I heard the doorknob turn, Kurama's human mother's face greeting me. "Is Shuichi here?" I asked putting on the most human face I could without getting sick.
"Oh, yes, he's upstairs. Is he expecting you- . . . oh, umm . . ."
"Hiei," I told her taking a few steps inside the home.
"Oh, Hiei, is he expecting you?" she asked again as she looked at me strangely, probably trying to make me not notice.
"No. But it's important," I answered quickly, hoping she'd accept that without anything else. I wanted to get away from this woman as fast as I could.
"Alright, he's upstairs in his room. I guess it would be okay if you went up there," she said cheerfully as she walked out of the room and into another.
I sighed heavily and then turned to the stairs. I had to think for a moment, which room was Kurama's? It would seem suspicious if I was opening and closing door after door looking in it and then moving on to the next. So slowly I climbed, one step at a time, thinking it over carefully. As I reached the top I scanned. Seeing a door I walked towards it reaching for the knob. As I was about to open it, it was done for me.
"Hello Hiei!" Kurama said happily, a little surprise in his voice. "What are you doing here?" he asked leading me into his room.
"Yusuke, the oaf, you, and me are all supposed to fight in some thing, I was sent here to tell you about it," I told him as I casually leaned against the wall. Kurama poked his head out the door and looked around, after seeing nothing, he closed it softly.
"It's best my mother doesn't hear of it," Kurama explained taking a seat on his bed. "So, why are we going and how does it work?"
"Well, all Koenma told Yusuke is that there's a good chance of bad happenings."
"Of course . . ."
"Right. Anyway, I guess the prize of this one will again come from the personal wishes of the of the one who wins," I started to explain.
"So our team needs to win. And that's our case?" Kurama asked, looking at me with a serious expression on his face.
"Sort of. The only thing is that there are no teams. It's everyone for themselves," I told him hesitantly. He quickly got a worried look on his face. I knew what was coming . . . "Chances of any of us fighting each other is slim to nothing. There will be lots of competitors, it won't happen. Besides, there's a better chance of winning it we all fight."
"It's unlikely, but don't say it won't happen . . ." Kurama sighed raising to his feet. "So, when do we head out?"
"We have to be out soon. Today or tonight at the latest."
"Why didn't they tell us earlier!?" Kurama cried as he ran frantically to gather a few belongings and medicines in his bag.
"I don't know," I said as I watched him scatter around the room throwing in all he could think of, including a few books, a stuffed elephant, and a glass snow globe. "Slow down!" I told him as I ran over and pulled out most of the meaningless items. "I'll help you! Don't pack everything in sight! Just tell me what you need to pack and then go make up an excuse for your mother."
"Thank you Hiei," Kurama said sincerely.
"Hn. . . ."
"I guess all I'll need is a change of clothes, one for each day we're going to be there. Unless of course we're going to be gone long, then bring half as much and I'll wash--"
"Alright!"
"Okay . . . well the shirts are in-"
"I'll find them just go!"
"Sure. And thanks again!" he said cheerfully as he left the room and shut the door again.
And so the search began . . .
What would I need? Or . . . what would he need? Well, we'd be there for about 4 days. So, 4 shirts, 4 pairs of pants, 4 pairs of shoes? Shoes . . . no. I don't think he changed his shoes that often. So, 4 shirts, 4 pairs of pants, 4 pairs of socks . . . what else? Oh well, it would be best just to look around.
I opened the first drawer I came across to find a large amount of perfectly folded shirts. But wait, Kurama usually wore not just shirts but his own kind of fighting outfits.
So I next turned to the closet . . .
. . .
After a few minutes I had packed everything I figured he'd need and sat down on his bed to wait.
"What took you so long, fox?" I asked as Kurama returned from downstairs.
"My mother asked a lot of questions," he sighed as he laid down on his bed next to me.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her that I was going to a contest, one for school, and that you had come to tell me of it."
"Okay. Well, we have to go now."
"Right!"
We both stood and began to walk quickly for the door. Kurama slung his bag over his shoulder just as we passed by his mother.
"Are you off then Shuichi?" she asked, giving him a worried look. I could tell she wondered if this was all what he was really doing. How would she know if he was really partaking in an educational event? If she were to do some looking into it she'd surely see he was lying. Then the woman would probably jump to conclusions.
"Yes mother, I'll see you soon." Kurama said as he waved and started to walk towards the door. After a few steps, he stopped, turned back around and ran to hug his mother.
I watched them in confusion. Why did they need to do that? What did they gain from a hug? I'd have to ask Kurama later.
At times it almost seemed as though Kurama was my translator. He knew both worlds, human and demon. There were many things different about the two. Emotions were one . . . humans seemed to welcome them with open arms, while a demon will put up walls to keep them out. It was strange to me . . . I was sure that the demon in me over took everything else. I shut out those feelings, I made sure of it, and it had worked. But something inside me was curious about them. Watching Kurama and his human mother, Yusuke and his girlfriend, and even that oaf with the ones he knew. It made my brain hurt trying to think about it, what was friendship? Why couldn't anyone seem to explain it to me?
Kurama walked away from his mother and over by my side. He nodded at me and we both started our walk again.
I had friends . . . well friend. Kurama was my friend. But why? I didn't know. What made him my friend? How did I even know I wasn't terribly mistaken?
"Kurama, are you my friend?" I asked as he instantly stopped his fast pace walk and looked ahead. I stopped as well and then turned around, taking a few steps back to stand in front of him. "Hello?"
"What kind of a question is that?" he asked me as he laughed and started to walk again, having to move around me.
"A fair one," I replied as I followed after and caught up to walk by his side.
"I guess you're right. I'm glad to hear you ask that, I've always been wanting to tell you, I am your friend," he told me as he turned to give me a smile. "Now let me ask a fair question of my own, are you my friend?"
"Hn," I grunted at him, smirking.
"That's all I wanted to hear," he mocked. I could tell he was fighting the urge to laugh.
"Stupid fox," I said, turning to give a smirk to him. Okay, so I wasn't wrong, he was my friend. Now what? How did I find out why? "Why?" I asked, hoping not to seem too inviting to the idea that I had a friend, even though I sort of was.
"Why what Hiei?" he asked playing it dumb. He knew what I was asking, he just wanted to hear me say it. I didn't mind that much. As long as it was just him I'd allow myself to be a little less cold. Besides, he could see through it anyway.
"Why are you my friend?" I asked again, quickly and quietly.
"Because Hiei, I like you more than the average person. Our personalities get along well. Something about you makes me want to spend time with you, and so I do. We're friends."
"Is that it?"
"What do you mean, 'is that it?'"
"I mean there are a lot of beings out there. I can only imagine that you would have the same thing with at least thousands of them"
"Maybe. But those people are hard to find. You're right here besides me Hiei. You're closer than all those others to me . . ."
"So, you're my friend because of distance?"
"No Hiei. I'm your friend . . . because you are close to my soul."
"Souls? Since when does this have to do with it?"
"Since we first met . . ."
"That's not what I meant."
"Hiei, a friend is deeper than just getting along and sharing something in common. A true friend is someone who stands by you and helps you with your problems even when it's not asked of them, but especially when it is. Friendship is a love, a very deep bond that lasts forever and never fades."
"We . . . have that?"
"Don't you think so?"
"Whatever . . ."
"Hiei . . . is there anything else?"
"No."
"Okay . . ."
"Kurama?"
"Yes?"
"What's a best friend then?"
"A best friend . . . is the person you are closest to out of everyone in every world."
". . . I thought . . . that that is what a lover was."
"No Hiei. I believe that a best friend is closer."
"Is . . . that what . . . we are?"
". . . . . . . . I've always thought that."
". . . . . . . . ."
"How does that sound to you Hiei?"
"Fine."
"Great," Kurama said softly as he gave me a kind smile.
"Heh . . ."
I put my hands in my pockets and we continued to walk.
Gee . . . Kurama was really closer to me than anyone? I guess that made sense. All that Kurama had said was making me feel funny . . . I was closer to him than even his mother? It was hard to describe the feeling. I guess, basically, I felt special. We were really that close . . .? Was it possible to be closer? No.
"We're here Hiei." Kurama told me, causing me to look up.
He was right; we were here. (Not that I expected him to lie)
"Kurama . . . I guess we're really close then huh?"
"Are you still thinking about this Hiei?"
". . . I guess."
"Hiei, it's not all that incredible," Kurama laughed as he and I took a seat on some grass. (We were going to wait for Yusuke and the idiot to meet us)
"It kind of is Kurama."
"You're right Hiei. And yes, we're really close," Kurama said seriously as he leaned his shoulder against mine. I soon felt his warmth as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a friendly hug. I felt strange again. Kurama had an unexplainable effect on me. I could feel my heart slowly melting, almost enough to make me return the kind embrace. My mind kept telling me not to . . . but I hate being told what do. I lifted my arms, preparing to place them onto Kurama . . . but they never made it. Kurama pulled away. I didn't want to hug him anymore. He was clearly finished. "Hiei, I'm sorry I did that. I couldn't help it . . ."
"It's okay. Just don't bring it up," I told him finding myself oddly disappointed. I felt like I would never get another chance to give Kurama that hug. I'm sure it would mean a great deal to him.
"Alright Hiei," he said with a smile as he pushed himself off from the ground and stood. He looked so perfect standing there in that heroic pose as the wind blew his hair over his shoulder and across his cheek.
"Hey guys!" Yusuke said as he walked over to us and stood by Kurama.
"Yusuke, hello!" Kurama greeted him with a smile. I couldn't help but think to myself that I was more important to Kurama than Yusuke. And the fool didn't even know it! Finally I ranked above him in something. Ha.
"Hi Kurama," Kuwabara said as he joined us.
"Hello Hiei," Yusuke sighed. I knew he expected no reply.
"Let's get going," I said quickly and unemotionally as I turned my back to everyone and started to walk.
The fight awaited us . . .
*
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho!
*
"So Hiei, do you think you're ready?" the over excited detective asked as he directed a smile towards me. Gestures of such kinds were puzzling, yet pitifully simple. Using your face to express emotion, hn! The only way your face can emit emotion is through your eyes. Eyes can say it all, the way you see things. If you see things as pleasant, then your eyes will reflect that. So in return, I gave Yusuke a death glare.
"Stupid questions are better not asked! I was ready before you even mentioned the tournament!" I snapped at him. I hated the way humans felt they always had to talk. Whatever happened to just being alone and quiet? That was the real joy in life. Solitude.
"Man, it was just a question!" Yusuke said to me in a sarcastic tone. "Anyway, I need to go tell Kuwabara about it."
"He doesn't know?" I asked standing up from my current sitting position on the branch of a tree. I leaped from it and landed besides our 'captain' without so much as bending my knees.
"Not yet, Kurama doesn't either . . . maybe I should have told them yesterday . . . ANYWAY could you tell Kuwabara about it while I take care of filling Kurama in?" he questioned as he nervously shifted his eyes to look at his feet.
"No, I won't. I'LL tell Kurama and you tell the oaf!" I grunted at him as I turned and began to walk. Feeling a little impatient, I increased my pace and ran. My knees bent, running low to the ground, I quickly reached Kurama's residence. I stopped at his door to look at it, it was strange to me. Not the door, just the way human's acted. It all seemed so primitive. I couldn't understand what was so appealing about it to Kurama, he'd rather have his human life over his other, his first, his real demon life. I knocked on the door a few times and then stopped. I stood for a moment or two waiting. Finally I heard the doorknob turn, Kurama's human mother's face greeting me. "Is Shuichi here?" I asked putting on the most human face I could without getting sick.
"Oh, yes, he's upstairs. Is he expecting you- . . . oh, umm . . ."
"Hiei," I told her taking a few steps inside the home.
"Oh, Hiei, is he expecting you?" she asked again as she looked at me strangely, probably trying to make me not notice.
"No. But it's important," I answered quickly, hoping she'd accept that without anything else. I wanted to get away from this woman as fast as I could.
"Alright, he's upstairs in his room. I guess it would be okay if you went up there," she said cheerfully as she walked out of the room and into another.
I sighed heavily and then turned to the stairs. I had to think for a moment, which room was Kurama's? It would seem suspicious if I was opening and closing door after door looking in it and then moving on to the next. So slowly I climbed, one step at a time, thinking it over carefully. As I reached the top I scanned. Seeing a door I walked towards it reaching for the knob. As I was about to open it, it was done for me.
"Hello Hiei!" Kurama said happily, a little surprise in his voice. "What are you doing here?" he asked leading me into his room.
"Yusuke, the oaf, you, and me are all supposed to fight in some thing, I was sent here to tell you about it," I told him as I casually leaned against the wall. Kurama poked his head out the door and looked around, after seeing nothing, he closed it softly.
"It's best my mother doesn't hear of it," Kurama explained taking a seat on his bed. "So, why are we going and how does it work?"
"Well, all Koenma told Yusuke is that there's a good chance of bad happenings."
"Of course . . ."
"Right. Anyway, I guess the prize of this one will again come from the personal wishes of the of the one who wins," I started to explain.
"So our team needs to win. And that's our case?" Kurama asked, looking at me with a serious expression on his face.
"Sort of. The only thing is that there are no teams. It's everyone for themselves," I told him hesitantly. He quickly got a worried look on his face. I knew what was coming . . . "Chances of any of us fighting each other is slim to nothing. There will be lots of competitors, it won't happen. Besides, there's a better chance of winning it we all fight."
"It's unlikely, but don't say it won't happen . . ." Kurama sighed raising to his feet. "So, when do we head out?"
"We have to be out soon. Today or tonight at the latest."
"Why didn't they tell us earlier!?" Kurama cried as he ran frantically to gather a few belongings and medicines in his bag.
"I don't know," I said as I watched him scatter around the room throwing in all he could think of, including a few books, a stuffed elephant, and a glass snow globe. "Slow down!" I told him as I ran over and pulled out most of the meaningless items. "I'll help you! Don't pack everything in sight! Just tell me what you need to pack and then go make up an excuse for your mother."
"Thank you Hiei," Kurama said sincerely.
"Hn. . . ."
"I guess all I'll need is a change of clothes, one for each day we're going to be there. Unless of course we're going to be gone long, then bring half as much and I'll wash--"
"Alright!"
"Okay . . . well the shirts are in-"
"I'll find them just go!"
"Sure. And thanks again!" he said cheerfully as he left the room and shut the door again.
And so the search began . . .
What would I need? Or . . . what would he need? Well, we'd be there for about 4 days. So, 4 shirts, 4 pairs of pants, 4 pairs of shoes? Shoes . . . no. I don't think he changed his shoes that often. So, 4 shirts, 4 pairs of pants, 4 pairs of socks . . . what else? Oh well, it would be best just to look around.
I opened the first drawer I came across to find a large amount of perfectly folded shirts. But wait, Kurama usually wore not just shirts but his own kind of fighting outfits.
So I next turned to the closet . . .
. . .
After a few minutes I had packed everything I figured he'd need and sat down on his bed to wait.
"What took you so long, fox?" I asked as Kurama returned from downstairs.
"My mother asked a lot of questions," he sighed as he laid down on his bed next to me.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her that I was going to a contest, one for school, and that you had come to tell me of it."
"Okay. Well, we have to go now."
"Right!"
We both stood and began to walk quickly for the door. Kurama slung his bag over his shoulder just as we passed by his mother.
"Are you off then Shuichi?" she asked, giving him a worried look. I could tell she wondered if this was all what he was really doing. How would she know if he was really partaking in an educational event? If she were to do some looking into it she'd surely see he was lying. Then the woman would probably jump to conclusions.
"Yes mother, I'll see you soon." Kurama said as he waved and started to walk towards the door. After a few steps, he stopped, turned back around and ran to hug his mother.
I watched them in confusion. Why did they need to do that? What did they gain from a hug? I'd have to ask Kurama later.
At times it almost seemed as though Kurama was my translator. He knew both worlds, human and demon. There were many things different about the two. Emotions were one . . . humans seemed to welcome them with open arms, while a demon will put up walls to keep them out. It was strange to me . . . I was sure that the demon in me over took everything else. I shut out those feelings, I made sure of it, and it had worked. But something inside me was curious about them. Watching Kurama and his human mother, Yusuke and his girlfriend, and even that oaf with the ones he knew. It made my brain hurt trying to think about it, what was friendship? Why couldn't anyone seem to explain it to me?
Kurama walked away from his mother and over by my side. He nodded at me and we both started our walk again.
I had friends . . . well friend. Kurama was my friend. But why? I didn't know. What made him my friend? How did I even know I wasn't terribly mistaken?
"Kurama, are you my friend?" I asked as he instantly stopped his fast pace walk and looked ahead. I stopped as well and then turned around, taking a few steps back to stand in front of him. "Hello?"
"What kind of a question is that?" he asked me as he laughed and started to walk again, having to move around me.
"A fair one," I replied as I followed after and caught up to walk by his side.
"I guess you're right. I'm glad to hear you ask that, I've always been wanting to tell you, I am your friend," he told me as he turned to give me a smile. "Now let me ask a fair question of my own, are you my friend?"
"Hn," I grunted at him, smirking.
"That's all I wanted to hear," he mocked. I could tell he was fighting the urge to laugh.
"Stupid fox," I said, turning to give a smirk to him. Okay, so I wasn't wrong, he was my friend. Now what? How did I find out why? "Why?" I asked, hoping not to seem too inviting to the idea that I had a friend, even though I sort of was.
"Why what Hiei?" he asked playing it dumb. He knew what I was asking, he just wanted to hear me say it. I didn't mind that much. As long as it was just him I'd allow myself to be a little less cold. Besides, he could see through it anyway.
"Why are you my friend?" I asked again, quickly and quietly.
"Because Hiei, I like you more than the average person. Our personalities get along well. Something about you makes me want to spend time with you, and so I do. We're friends."
"Is that it?"
"What do you mean, 'is that it?'"
"I mean there are a lot of beings out there. I can only imagine that you would have the same thing with at least thousands of them"
"Maybe. But those people are hard to find. You're right here besides me Hiei. You're closer than all those others to me . . ."
"So, you're my friend because of distance?"
"No Hiei. I'm your friend . . . because you are close to my soul."
"Souls? Since when does this have to do with it?"
"Since we first met . . ."
"That's not what I meant."
"Hiei, a friend is deeper than just getting along and sharing something in common. A true friend is someone who stands by you and helps you with your problems even when it's not asked of them, but especially when it is. Friendship is a love, a very deep bond that lasts forever and never fades."
"We . . . have that?"
"Don't you think so?"
"Whatever . . ."
"Hiei . . . is there anything else?"
"No."
"Okay . . ."
"Kurama?"
"Yes?"
"What's a best friend then?"
"A best friend . . . is the person you are closest to out of everyone in every world."
". . . I thought . . . that that is what a lover was."
"No Hiei. I believe that a best friend is closer."
"Is . . . that what . . . we are?"
". . . . . . . . I've always thought that."
". . . . . . . . ."
"How does that sound to you Hiei?"
"Fine."
"Great," Kurama said softly as he gave me a kind smile.
"Heh . . ."
I put my hands in my pockets and we continued to walk.
Gee . . . Kurama was really closer to me than anyone? I guess that made sense. All that Kurama had said was making me feel funny . . . I was closer to him than even his mother? It was hard to describe the feeling. I guess, basically, I felt special. We were really that close . . .? Was it possible to be closer? No.
"We're here Hiei." Kurama told me, causing me to look up.
He was right; we were here. (Not that I expected him to lie)
"Kurama . . . I guess we're really close then huh?"
"Are you still thinking about this Hiei?"
". . . I guess."
"Hiei, it's not all that incredible," Kurama laughed as he and I took a seat on some grass. (We were going to wait for Yusuke and the idiot to meet us)
"It kind of is Kurama."
"You're right Hiei. And yes, we're really close," Kurama said seriously as he leaned his shoulder against mine. I soon felt his warmth as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a friendly hug. I felt strange again. Kurama had an unexplainable effect on me. I could feel my heart slowly melting, almost enough to make me return the kind embrace. My mind kept telling me not to . . . but I hate being told what do. I lifted my arms, preparing to place them onto Kurama . . . but they never made it. Kurama pulled away. I didn't want to hug him anymore. He was clearly finished. "Hiei, I'm sorry I did that. I couldn't help it . . ."
"It's okay. Just don't bring it up," I told him finding myself oddly disappointed. I felt like I would never get another chance to give Kurama that hug. I'm sure it would mean a great deal to him.
"Alright Hiei," he said with a smile as he pushed himself off from the ground and stood. He looked so perfect standing there in that heroic pose as the wind blew his hair over his shoulder and across his cheek.
"Hey guys!" Yusuke said as he walked over to us and stood by Kurama.
"Yusuke, hello!" Kurama greeted him with a smile. I couldn't help but think to myself that I was more important to Kurama than Yusuke. And the fool didn't even know it! Finally I ranked above him in something. Ha.
"Hi Kurama," Kuwabara said as he joined us.
"Hello Hiei," Yusuke sighed. I knew he expected no reply.
"Let's get going," I said quickly and unemotionally as I turned my back to everyone and started to walk.
The fight awaited us . . .
*