Disclaimer: . I don't own YYH. It belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, the
genius. His only fault was marrying Takeuchi Naoko (the maker of Sailor
Moon). Blecch....
A/N: Wow...ppl actually like this ancient fic of mine...I'm surprised. Compared to the fics I write now I can't say I like this fic, it went fast and wasn't very well planned, since I had originally wanted it to be shorter than it ended up...Oh well. Thanks for the reviews. (More...? ::hopes::
thoughts
A dream.
Kurama sat quietly in his darkened room, awaiting the dawn. Moonlight was scarce this night, not allowing a single shard of its glow in the window. The clock flashed its red numbers: 2:57 AM.
It had to have been a dream. But still...He touched his fingers gently to his lips. How can a dream feel so real...?Pulling his hand from his face, he glanced at the window. For the third night in a row it was untouched by Hiei's hands, without his face peering in.
Dreams weren't real. Dreams didn't happen in real life, they were wild and undisturbed by the bitterness of reality. But if dreams weren't real, why had Hiei seemed to have vanished from Kurama's life altogether?
Falling back onto the soft pillows he sighed, and the cool air washed over him.
Such soft lips...
Since that day on the street, everything had seemed like a dream to Kurama. Koenma had called on the gang for a new mission, one of which involved repelling a few demons that had entered the Ningenkai. Kurama, of course, supplied himself with a rose and arrived with the group. To his dismay, Hiei never showed.
For almost a week, in the dark hours of night, Hiei had visited Kurama with nothing more to do but talk. For three days now his nights had been undisturbed and peaceful. Shiori hadn't had to worry about the nightly conversations to her relief, but to Kurama it was silent torture.
His eyes closing, the last moment with Hiei played again, foggy, but true, tearing at him.
-"Kurama...are you okay?"-
-"Hiei..."-
-The passion flared in his heart, he was so close to Hiei...closer than he'd ever dreamed...leaning forward his lips met with Hiei's. His eyes closed and he let the warmth expand to his heart...-
Kurama bit his lip, hating the memory, wishing that one moment of warmth and passion had lasted forever.
-Hiei pulled away suddenly, and Kurama stared at him pleadingly, begging him to pull back into the embrace.-
-"No...no..."-
The memory itself seemed to fade as Kurama drifted into sleep, leaving its sour remnants of pain in his heart.
Hiei's eyes opened slowly, grogginess reflecting clearly through them. "So that's sleep," he muttered, shaking off his drowsiness. "It sucks."
His night had been still, but torturous, haunted by what they called 'dreams'. He hated those as well.
-"Hiei..." the familiar voice pleaded.
Hiei growled, "Get out of my head!"
-Green eyes like the ningen trees, so close it wasn't possible, half- closed...-
"Why...I don't like him! How...can this be happening?!"
Hiei's door opened, and Yukina, in her usual blue kimono, entered, her soft face troubled. "Hiei," she began softly, "I heard you shouting, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"A-are you sure?"
"I'm fine, Yukina. Thanks for the concern." He smiled slightly.
"If you say so, onisan." She smiled as well, and left the room.
Hiei, pulling the smile off quickly, pulled on the usual black shirt, slumping onto the futon again. "Why can't I get this out of my head...?"
Pulling himself up, he walked downstairs. Yukina stood in the kitchen, frying eggs. Next to her stood...
Hiei frowned. "What is HE doing here?"
Yukina smiled pretty, unaware of the situation. "I invited him over for breakfast! I thought it'd be fun, since you two are such good friends."
Hiei turned away stubbornly. "I'm leaving."
"Hiei!" Yukina cried.
Walking out, he slammed the door.
"I don't understand," Yukina said quietly, placing her spatula on the stove, "Hiei's been so strange lately, ever since that picnic we had a couple days ago..."
Kurama remained silent.
"You must know what's wrong with him!" Yukina said, turning to him. "You're his friend, you must know."
Kurama turned to her, his evergreen eyes solemn. "It ... it's a long story, Yukina..."
"You must tell me."
Kurama sighed. "Very well then."
This is bullshit.
Hiei steered himself into a restaurant, seating himself. A waitress came over with some tea shortly after.
Just bullshit. Yukina has good intentions but she doesn't realize the situation. Kurama...how dare he come back to my house after that.
He leaned back.
But still...He grimaced. He won't get out of my head! I ... I can't stop...thinking about him... NO. I won't allow these thoughts to cross my mind...I don't like Kurama. I refuse to like Kurama...I ...
The thought of the warm kiss replayed, more clearly than ever.
I won't ... but .. I can't...I won't fall in love with Kurama. Love is a ningen softness. I am a demon, free of these pitiful emotions...but somehow...I feel...like that's changing.What...what if...I do...fall in love with him...what if...what if I am...?
Sighing, he threw down a thousand yen and left his untouched tea, walking out the door.
To be continued
A/N: Wow, Hiei in a restaurant, with money???? OOCNESS GALORE!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Hahaha, I wish I could revise this and make it better, but...NOSTALGIA ...GETTING BETTER OF ME....::chokes and dies:: Strange tho...Hiei and Yukina have a house in this...::thinks random incest thoughts:: no, NO!! Think..think happy thoughts!! ....NOT THOSE HAPPY THOUGHTS!!! arrgh!
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rebekah - Thanks! I will, unless my teachers are mean and give me homework.
Kitsune Kit - Ano...arigatou? ::hides from capitalized letters:: Eep...0.o;
DarkangelWings - Yesh, it is a lil fast ne? Annoying old story... EEP!! ::nostalgia tortures her slowly:: Hai, sap is good with angst leading up to it and vice versa, in fact, my very favorite story on this website is an example of such...though I could never write as well as that ::cries:: thanks for the review!!
Ja!
A/N: Wow...ppl actually like this ancient fic of mine...I'm surprised. Compared to the fics I write now I can't say I like this fic, it went fast and wasn't very well planned, since I had originally wanted it to be shorter than it ended up...Oh well. Thanks for the reviews. (More...? ::hopes::
thoughts
A dream.
Kurama sat quietly in his darkened room, awaiting the dawn. Moonlight was scarce this night, not allowing a single shard of its glow in the window. The clock flashed its red numbers: 2:57 AM.
It had to have been a dream. But still...He touched his fingers gently to his lips. How can a dream feel so real...?Pulling his hand from his face, he glanced at the window. For the third night in a row it was untouched by Hiei's hands, without his face peering in.
Dreams weren't real. Dreams didn't happen in real life, they were wild and undisturbed by the bitterness of reality. But if dreams weren't real, why had Hiei seemed to have vanished from Kurama's life altogether?
Falling back onto the soft pillows he sighed, and the cool air washed over him.
Such soft lips...
Since that day on the street, everything had seemed like a dream to Kurama. Koenma had called on the gang for a new mission, one of which involved repelling a few demons that had entered the Ningenkai. Kurama, of course, supplied himself with a rose and arrived with the group. To his dismay, Hiei never showed.
For almost a week, in the dark hours of night, Hiei had visited Kurama with nothing more to do but talk. For three days now his nights had been undisturbed and peaceful. Shiori hadn't had to worry about the nightly conversations to her relief, but to Kurama it was silent torture.
His eyes closing, the last moment with Hiei played again, foggy, but true, tearing at him.
-"Kurama...are you okay?"-
-"Hiei..."-
-The passion flared in his heart, he was so close to Hiei...closer than he'd ever dreamed...leaning forward his lips met with Hiei's. His eyes closed and he let the warmth expand to his heart...-
Kurama bit his lip, hating the memory, wishing that one moment of warmth and passion had lasted forever.
-Hiei pulled away suddenly, and Kurama stared at him pleadingly, begging him to pull back into the embrace.-
-"No...no..."-
The memory itself seemed to fade as Kurama drifted into sleep, leaving its sour remnants of pain in his heart.
Hiei's eyes opened slowly, grogginess reflecting clearly through them. "So that's sleep," he muttered, shaking off his drowsiness. "It sucks."
His night had been still, but torturous, haunted by what they called 'dreams'. He hated those as well.
-"Hiei..." the familiar voice pleaded.
Hiei growled, "Get out of my head!"
-Green eyes like the ningen trees, so close it wasn't possible, half- closed...-
"Why...I don't like him! How...can this be happening?!"
Hiei's door opened, and Yukina, in her usual blue kimono, entered, her soft face troubled. "Hiei," she began softly, "I heard you shouting, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"A-are you sure?"
"I'm fine, Yukina. Thanks for the concern." He smiled slightly.
"If you say so, onisan." She smiled as well, and left the room.
Hiei, pulling the smile off quickly, pulled on the usual black shirt, slumping onto the futon again. "Why can't I get this out of my head...?"
Pulling himself up, he walked downstairs. Yukina stood in the kitchen, frying eggs. Next to her stood...
Hiei frowned. "What is HE doing here?"
Yukina smiled pretty, unaware of the situation. "I invited him over for breakfast! I thought it'd be fun, since you two are such good friends."
Hiei turned away stubbornly. "I'm leaving."
"Hiei!" Yukina cried.
Walking out, he slammed the door.
"I don't understand," Yukina said quietly, placing her spatula on the stove, "Hiei's been so strange lately, ever since that picnic we had a couple days ago..."
Kurama remained silent.
"You must know what's wrong with him!" Yukina said, turning to him. "You're his friend, you must know."
Kurama turned to her, his evergreen eyes solemn. "It ... it's a long story, Yukina..."
"You must tell me."
Kurama sighed. "Very well then."
This is bullshit.
Hiei steered himself into a restaurant, seating himself. A waitress came over with some tea shortly after.
Just bullshit. Yukina has good intentions but she doesn't realize the situation. Kurama...how dare he come back to my house after that.
He leaned back.
But still...He grimaced. He won't get out of my head! I ... I can't stop...thinking about him... NO. I won't allow these thoughts to cross my mind...I don't like Kurama. I refuse to like Kurama...I ...
The thought of the warm kiss replayed, more clearly than ever.
I won't ... but .. I can't...I won't fall in love with Kurama. Love is a ningen softness. I am a demon, free of these pitiful emotions...but somehow...I feel...like that's changing.What...what if...I do...fall in love with him...what if...what if I am...?
Sighing, he threw down a thousand yen and left his untouched tea, walking out the door.
To be continued
A/N: Wow, Hiei in a restaurant, with money???? OOCNESS GALORE!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Hahaha, I wish I could revise this and make it better, but...NOSTALGIA ...GETTING BETTER OF ME....::chokes and dies:: Strange tho...Hiei and Yukina have a house in this...::thinks random incest thoughts:: no, NO!! Think..think happy thoughts!! ....NOT THOSE HAPPY THOUGHTS!!! arrgh!
REVIEW CORNER
rebekah - Thanks! I will, unless my teachers are mean and give me homework.
Kitsune Kit - Ano...arigatou? ::hides from capitalized letters:: Eep...0.o;
DarkangelWings - Yesh, it is a lil fast ne? Annoying old story... EEP!! ::nostalgia tortures her slowly:: Hai, sap is good with angst leading up to it and vice versa, in fact, my very favorite story on this website is an example of such...though I could never write as well as that ::cries:: thanks for the review!!
Ja!