Phew . . . I've been a naughty, BAD author lately. No updates for a really
long time! Well, I DO have an excuse this time. (I always say this I know .
. .) Anyway, my laptop literally crashed *shows a clip of a talk show host
throwing a computer off the roof a tall building and having it smash into
the ground* and then the power went out so I couldn't type anything! And
now, I'm in a room with an extremely noisy cat that just won't stop! AH!
So, here you are! And I apologize again . . . *bow bow*
I don't own YYH.
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I was sitting in my room, TRYING to fall asleep, but to no avail. I had learned over my life that you can never sleep when you have to or want to, but you can always sleep when you have no time to or have something very important to do that must be started right away. Sleep was a pretty good opponent for me.
My problem was not that I wanted to sleep and had other things to do; it was that I hadn't slept in a long time and figured it was about time for another brief nap. And, as the laws of sleep state, I wasn't aloud to sleep because I so desperately wanted to.
I wasn't going to fight a pointless battle with slumber, though. So, I decided to go talk with Kurama . . . that may put me to sleep.
I hopped out of bed and made my way to Kurama's and Kuwabara's room. I was very glad Kurama hadn't asked *me* to share. I didn't want to be around others at this time. For some reason, my mind kept sending me signals that I needed to think in peace. However, what I needed to think about I had no idea . . .
As I came closer to the door, I saw that Kuwabara had recently left and was making his way down the hall. Luckily, he hadn't seen me. This of course had nothing to do with not being around people . . . I just didn't like him in the slightest.
"Kurama!" I called, not wanting to just walk in.
"Hiei? If that's you come on in!" So I did, to find that Kurama was on his knees, putting away neatly folded clothing that all looked rather familiar. "I'm just unpacking," he told me, stopping and starting to get up.
"Don't stop unpacking," I ordered, giving him a very threatening glare. As soon as he saw it he dropped back down and continued to put the clothes away . . . yeah . . . heheheh.
"So Hiei, is there something on your mind that's bothering you?" Kurama asked, turning to me, looking at me as though he already knew the answer, even if I didn't really.
"You stopped . . ." I snapped at him, pointing at the clothes left on the floor. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity, but then *complied* with what I *implied*. Yeah . . . heheheh . . . I waited patiently, watching him re- fold some clothes and then put them in the drawers . . . every shirt done exactly like the last. I stared in fascination as he held each piece of clothing with such care, and a content smile on his lips. I had made up my mind, Kurama, at times, was much too gentle a creature.
"As I was saying, Hiei," Kurama started again, after his clothes had all been put away. I, at this time, had moved onto one of the beds, in a horizontal position, with my eyes closed. "Hiei? Are you asleep?" he asked, shaking me a little.
"Of course not! That's not how sleep works!" I yelled, jetting my eyes open and sitting up.
"What?"
"Never mind . . . Anyway, no. Nothing's bothering me . . ." I answered him truthfully. How could it be bothering me if I didn't know what it was?
"I don't think so. I've seen that look on you a few times before, and it turns out you always have a problem. I want to try and help with it before it gets out of hand is all," Kurama said, sitting down next to me, a worried look on his face, directed directly at me.
"I don't have a problem . . . and if I *do* I don't even know what it is. And if I, the holder of the problem, don't know what said problem is, how can it exist?" I grunted, folding my arms and closing my eyes, deciding to have them closed for an extra long time, mentally replaying the image of Kurama unpacking.
"Hiei, now you're just trying to confuse me away."
"No, I am not."
"Come on now, what's going on in that head of yours? I'm going to find out sooner or later!"
"I told you already, THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON IN THIS HEAD OF MINE!" I yelled, raising my finger to point at my head, giving Kurama an annoyed scowl. Kurama jumped at my raise in tone, but soon after he stared me for a moment, he began to laugh, softly, but mockingly. "I didn't mean it like that . . ." I mumbled, lowering my hand and looking away from him.
"I know Hiei. Well, if you're not going to tell me your problem, may I tell you mine?"
"Huh?"
I gave Kurama a questioning expression. Was he joking? He didn't usually come to me with problems. This could all be a trick into breaking and telling him what was bothering me (but I really didn't know so there was no chance in that happening). But, I figured this would be a good time to listen to a long speech.
"Well, I'm still worried about this tournament. I know hardly anything about it, and I'm not that eager to, actually. The only thing I do know about it is that I may have to fight one of you, my friends. I don't want that Hiei," Kurama explained, looking very gloomy.
I didn't know what to respond with.
"What's so bad about that? It's not like you'll kill them, or they'll kill you. You'll just get beat around a little. What's wrong with that?"
"I don't want to hurt my friends, Hiei. You can . . ." Kurama trailed off, looking at the floor.
"I can what?" I asked harshly, glaring at him to in order to try and scare him into continuing.
"You can understand, can't you? You understand why I don't want to hurt my friends, don't you?!" Tears were beginning to form in Kurama's eyes. He was really upset . . .
"I . . ." I hesitated. How would he react? Was this how a friend felt about not hurting a friend? Did they simply not want to do it? I didn't understand . . . I didn't. "I don't, Kurama." Kurama's face morphed into a full frown. And all of the sudden, my heart was jolted with a deep sadness and worry. But soon, Kurama regained control of his emotions and wiped away his tears, he even laughed a little.
"Hiei, I think you understand. If you didn't, you would have answered my question right away," Kurama said, turning to give me a compassionate smile.
"W-why?" I asked.
"Because Hiei, you hesitated in telling me you didn't understand . . . why did you do that?"
"I . . . didn't . . ."
"Yes?"
". . . I didn't want you to cry."
I couldn't look at him. It felt too strange to. My whole body was starting to act strange, like it was cold, but at the same time very hot. It felt as though my heart was sending a message through my entire body.
I didn't want to be alone anymore . . .
I turned to face Kurama, looking him straight in the eye right before I plunged forward and wrapped my arms around him. Soon I felt his arms gently shift to hold me, hugging me back.
"Is this for earlier, Hiei?"
"I was late . . ."
"Heh, I understand . . . don't worry about it."
I inhaled deeply before letting go of Kurama, trying to imprint the moment into my mind. I was getting it out of my system. But, since it was the last time, I decided to close my eyes and enjoy it . . .
And then I finally won the battle . . .
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Okay, if anyone was confused about any part of this chapter, just tell me and I'll answer questions next chapter! (Which I should be getting out sooner than I did with this!) Oh, and I'm also sorry I didn't get to the fights in this chapter. But what you don't know is . . . they already started! Why do you think Kuwabara left! To get ice? LOL Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought!
I don't own YYH.
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I was sitting in my room, TRYING to fall asleep, but to no avail. I had learned over my life that you can never sleep when you have to or want to, but you can always sleep when you have no time to or have something very important to do that must be started right away. Sleep was a pretty good opponent for me.
My problem was not that I wanted to sleep and had other things to do; it was that I hadn't slept in a long time and figured it was about time for another brief nap. And, as the laws of sleep state, I wasn't aloud to sleep because I so desperately wanted to.
I wasn't going to fight a pointless battle with slumber, though. So, I decided to go talk with Kurama . . . that may put me to sleep.
I hopped out of bed and made my way to Kurama's and Kuwabara's room. I was very glad Kurama hadn't asked *me* to share. I didn't want to be around others at this time. For some reason, my mind kept sending me signals that I needed to think in peace. However, what I needed to think about I had no idea . . .
As I came closer to the door, I saw that Kuwabara had recently left and was making his way down the hall. Luckily, he hadn't seen me. This of course had nothing to do with not being around people . . . I just didn't like him in the slightest.
"Kurama!" I called, not wanting to just walk in.
"Hiei? If that's you come on in!" So I did, to find that Kurama was on his knees, putting away neatly folded clothing that all looked rather familiar. "I'm just unpacking," he told me, stopping and starting to get up.
"Don't stop unpacking," I ordered, giving him a very threatening glare. As soon as he saw it he dropped back down and continued to put the clothes away . . . yeah . . . heheheh.
"So Hiei, is there something on your mind that's bothering you?" Kurama asked, turning to me, looking at me as though he already knew the answer, even if I didn't really.
"You stopped . . ." I snapped at him, pointing at the clothes left on the floor. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity, but then *complied* with what I *implied*. Yeah . . . heheheh . . . I waited patiently, watching him re- fold some clothes and then put them in the drawers . . . every shirt done exactly like the last. I stared in fascination as he held each piece of clothing with such care, and a content smile on his lips. I had made up my mind, Kurama, at times, was much too gentle a creature.
"As I was saying, Hiei," Kurama started again, after his clothes had all been put away. I, at this time, had moved onto one of the beds, in a horizontal position, with my eyes closed. "Hiei? Are you asleep?" he asked, shaking me a little.
"Of course not! That's not how sleep works!" I yelled, jetting my eyes open and sitting up.
"What?"
"Never mind . . . Anyway, no. Nothing's bothering me . . ." I answered him truthfully. How could it be bothering me if I didn't know what it was?
"I don't think so. I've seen that look on you a few times before, and it turns out you always have a problem. I want to try and help with it before it gets out of hand is all," Kurama said, sitting down next to me, a worried look on his face, directed directly at me.
"I don't have a problem . . . and if I *do* I don't even know what it is. And if I, the holder of the problem, don't know what said problem is, how can it exist?" I grunted, folding my arms and closing my eyes, deciding to have them closed for an extra long time, mentally replaying the image of Kurama unpacking.
"Hiei, now you're just trying to confuse me away."
"No, I am not."
"Come on now, what's going on in that head of yours? I'm going to find out sooner or later!"
"I told you already, THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON IN THIS HEAD OF MINE!" I yelled, raising my finger to point at my head, giving Kurama an annoyed scowl. Kurama jumped at my raise in tone, but soon after he stared me for a moment, he began to laugh, softly, but mockingly. "I didn't mean it like that . . ." I mumbled, lowering my hand and looking away from him.
"I know Hiei. Well, if you're not going to tell me your problem, may I tell you mine?"
"Huh?"
I gave Kurama a questioning expression. Was he joking? He didn't usually come to me with problems. This could all be a trick into breaking and telling him what was bothering me (but I really didn't know so there was no chance in that happening). But, I figured this would be a good time to listen to a long speech.
"Well, I'm still worried about this tournament. I know hardly anything about it, and I'm not that eager to, actually. The only thing I do know about it is that I may have to fight one of you, my friends. I don't want that Hiei," Kurama explained, looking very gloomy.
I didn't know what to respond with.
"What's so bad about that? It's not like you'll kill them, or they'll kill you. You'll just get beat around a little. What's wrong with that?"
"I don't want to hurt my friends, Hiei. You can . . ." Kurama trailed off, looking at the floor.
"I can what?" I asked harshly, glaring at him to in order to try and scare him into continuing.
"You can understand, can't you? You understand why I don't want to hurt my friends, don't you?!" Tears were beginning to form in Kurama's eyes. He was really upset . . .
"I . . ." I hesitated. How would he react? Was this how a friend felt about not hurting a friend? Did they simply not want to do it? I didn't understand . . . I didn't. "I don't, Kurama." Kurama's face morphed into a full frown. And all of the sudden, my heart was jolted with a deep sadness and worry. But soon, Kurama regained control of his emotions and wiped away his tears, he even laughed a little.
"Hiei, I think you understand. If you didn't, you would have answered my question right away," Kurama said, turning to give me a compassionate smile.
"W-why?" I asked.
"Because Hiei, you hesitated in telling me you didn't understand . . . why did you do that?"
"I . . . didn't . . ."
"Yes?"
". . . I didn't want you to cry."
I couldn't look at him. It felt too strange to. My whole body was starting to act strange, like it was cold, but at the same time very hot. It felt as though my heart was sending a message through my entire body.
I didn't want to be alone anymore . . .
I turned to face Kurama, looking him straight in the eye right before I plunged forward and wrapped my arms around him. Soon I felt his arms gently shift to hold me, hugging me back.
"Is this for earlier, Hiei?"
"I was late . . ."
"Heh, I understand . . . don't worry about it."
I inhaled deeply before letting go of Kurama, trying to imprint the moment into my mind. I was getting it out of my system. But, since it was the last time, I decided to close my eyes and enjoy it . . .
And then I finally won the battle . . .
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Okay, if anyone was confused about any part of this chapter, just tell me and I'll answer questions next chapter! (Which I should be getting out sooner than I did with this!) Oh, and I'm also sorry I didn't get to the fights in this chapter. But what you don't know is . . . they already started! Why do you think Kuwabara left! To get ice? LOL Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought!