Disclaimer: You know, if I owned Yu Yu Hakusho, I'd probably have the
entire collection, instead of only three of them (and maybe the money to
get every other manga I need to get).
A/N: Hey thanks for the reviews guys, you're all so NICE!! I've been getting all sorts of compliments for the story. I luv you guys so much!!! ::hands out YYH plushies:: You've made meh story happy too
Alone: I FEEL SO LOVED!!!
Kiki: The fic's talking, folks! Scary..ne? Enjoy! Now let us end this Author's Note before my scary muse shows up...
Saya: Oh Kiki-chan...
Kiki: AH, RUN!!
'thoughts'
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Hiei's eyes seemed to glaze with disinterest as he flicked through the channels (he had figured out the "remote control" about ten minutes before). "Hn...ningen idiocy," he finally sighed.
"--back to Day-Break news! Today's story: Yuki Eiri, famous novelist and Shindou Shuichi of Bad Luck caught in a delicate situation? Here we ha-- " (1)
Click.
"Anyone who really plays Go would never say anything so excusable!"
"Uh...Akira-san? Are you--?"
"Let's play a game right now.--"(2)
Click.
"I know what you did, Seto! You killed the CEO of Kaiba Corperation! You overtook the company and drove the CEO, your own father, to commit suicide!!" (3)
This time, he flicked the power button instead, causing the room to darken radically and silence to ensue.
'What..am I doing back here...?'
He leaned back into Yusuke's couch, the remote falling beside him. He sighed loudly.
He had spent two years training relentlessly in the Makai...two. Fucking. Years. Two years of what every youkai endured just to even glimpse the power they wanted so badly.. what he had wanted from the beginning of his life as a demon, as the feared Forbidden Child. But...
Just as he was chasing those ambitions, long, long ago, Kurama and Gouki came, and they chased after the Dark Artifacts together...and though Gouki was defeated first, Hiei became friends with the red-haired demon traitor. He was so...so understanding...the only one Hiei could ever call his friend...the only one he WOULD call his friend...
...it was because of Kurama that Hiei had even wanted to give up his life as a feared demon traitor...and maybe live in the ningen world with his teammates...
...his friends...
Hiei snorted. Feh. What a waste.
He had spent the two years away in the Makai killing youkai on a daily basis. He wielded his katana until each movement was flawless. He had pushed his limits. He had SURPASSED his limits. He had used his anger to build his power until even Yusuke-kun couldn't even defeat him...
...and it was all..out of rage for Kurama...
..the one he had called his best friend...
Even the weakest of youkai were immune to the disgusting ningen emotions, like affection. Demons were not meant to trust; A comrade was only a comrade until the job was done; By then it was only natural to kill each other, like they were only enemies, and had only been enemies. Friendship did not exist. Love did not exist...
Demons were damned to hate forever...
What angered Hiei even now is that, even for a demon traitor, Kurama had felt these..these emotions. He had become piteously ningen like the rest of them. Even though the youko had fallen for another youkai, it was still wrong.
He just...
Well, Hiei had proved himself to be a real youkai; While Kurama wallowed in his disgusting ningen ways, Hiei had trained more rigorously in the Makai than he had ever imagined. He had proved himself to be strong, and proved Kurama to be a weak ningen-wanna be.
That day...two years ago..
-"Ai shiteru, Hiei..."-
He had leaned in so close...Hiei had felt Kurama's breath over his face...
And Kurama's eyes...so green and close...
Hands running over Hiei's... his hands were so warm...
...
He could still feel Kurama's touch, even when he strained so hard to train, to rid himself of the feeling, the sensation...even now, after two years, it was fresh, and his hands still so warm and soft...
Even the toughest of youkai, though never admittedly, would wonder what love was, what peace in the heart was ... why ningens were willing to die such insignificant deaths for their lovers...
Although Hiei would never admit it, that day so long ago when Kurama whispered those words softly to Hiei, a kind of fear had risen in him...Hiei, of all people, to fear. It wasn't right...
Kurama had leaned into him, to pull him into an embrace, and had neared his face to Hiei's...in what they called it...a keess, he thought. Hiei ...hadn't moved.
He had almost allowed Kurama to embrace him, to taste him like that. Then it had dawned on him.
"Ai...shiteru..." ...Kurama...loved him...he loved Hiei...
Someone loved the Forbidden Child...
He was afraid to be loved. To love.
But Kurama's warmth...
Wonder filled him, wonder of what it would be like, to love Kurama, to be loved by him...to be in peace, to be wanted...
To be needed...
No. It was all wrong. Demons...were meant to hate!! To kill!
...weren't they?
When he had heard Koto's voice calling the Urameshi-gumi back to the stadium, movement finally filled his limbs, and he ran...he left Kurama behind, left his touch behind, left his words...his head seemed to clear, repeating the same words over in his mind, each time more firmly:
'I refuse to love Kurama...I refuse to love Kurama...I refuse...' It was his shadow...it would always be there to remind him.
He wanted to forget it. He needed to forget it.
...and yet..he had come back...and Kurama still loved him, after all this time...
It wasn't right. A demon was alone, and would always be alone. It was meant to be that way. He knew it.
Yet...when Kurama came to him again, just this night...and leaned into him again...
-"I could...show you..."-
Green eyes fading into darkness...
He had almost given in again to Kurama's touch again.
A pair of soft footsteps sounded, and, slowly, Hiei drifted from his thoughts, back into reality. He lifted his head, peering into the dark hallway. A surprised, yet sleepy Keiko peered back. He huffed slightly and looked away.
"Hiei-san...you're still up?"
The jaganshi blinked boredly. "Sleep is a waste of my time."
"...I see."
"Why are you up?" Hiei asked, not knowing why.
Keiko seemed a little more lively to answer that. "I can't stand those boys' snoring! I can hear them, even in another room. I thought I'd watch some TV..." She picked up the remote, flicking the TV on. Fuzz responded.
"Oh...Yusuke'll have to look at that in the morning..." she sighed.
The thought of Yusuke and Keiko in the hall flooded the jaganshi's mind.
He...wanted to know...
"...Keiko."
"Hai?" the brunette turned to him.
He looked away, embarrassment flushing in his cheeks. "What does ... one of those ningen-mouth things feel like...?" He stammered over the words... and he called himself strong.
"Ningen-what?"
"I think Kurama called it a 'keess' or something like that ..."
"Oh..." she replied softly. "You mean a kiss..."
"Aa."
"Well...I guess...it would be...warm..."
"Like blood?" Hiei replied rather quickly.
Keiko greeted him with a strange look. "N-no, Hiei-san...it's not like that...it's just ...soft...and really warm...a kind of warmth you ....lose yourself in..." She blushed madly at the last words.
Hiei raised an eyebrow. 'Ningens make no sense.'
Keiko turned away quickly. "I-it's hard to explain Hiei-san..." The said jaganshi remained quiet. Seeing that he didn't respond, the young schoolgirl left rather quickly, an unhealthy blush on her cheeks.
The room became silent once more. Hiei rested his head on his hands.
'Why..did I come back...? Why...am I ... here?'
Hiei drifted into thought once more. When he finally came back to reality, dawn had begun to spread itself across the horizon.
He stood, having had come to a decision.
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Kurama cracked an evergreen eye open slightly, slightly irritated at the ringing of his phone. "Damn..." he cussed quietly, finally pulling himself out of his bed and grabbing the phone before the machine answered.
A stifled yawn. "Moshi moshi...?"
"He left. Hiei did," Yusuke was quick to reply.
Evergreen eyes widened. Everything seemed to merely...stop...
His hand, which had been pushing mussed red hair out of his tired eyes, dropped limply to the ground.
"He...what...?" came the small whimper.
"He left, Kurama-kun," Yusuke repeated, oblivious to Kurama's reaction. "He was gone as soon as I woke up."
"Huh...?" the youko was at a loss for words, though his voice cracked...and down his cheeks fell...
Tears...just like last time...when he turned his back on Kurama and left without a word...
Turned his back on everything Kurama had said...
Tears had flowed so freely then, and Kurama cursed himself for it...men weren't meant to cry but...
Hiei was gone...he was really gone...
The first time he had come back, Kurama secretly knew it was because Hiei thought he could live without the youko lusting after him, that Kurama, after two years without the jaganshi, he would have given up on his emotions for him...and now he knew, he knew Kurama would never lose his need for him...
Why would he ever come back again now?
"Kurama-kun..." Yusuke began, voice sounding more concerned, "you okay, man?"
"H-hai." Kurama wiped away his tears in embarrassment. "Yusuke- kun...Hiei has to pass through the dimensions to get to the Ningenkai...where--?"
"Botan-chan once showed me and Kuwabara one in a warehouse in my town...but..wait, you're not planning to stop him are you?! You won't make it. He's probably passing through now--"
A slight crick in the line noted to Yusuke that the youko had hung up. Yusuke followed suite.
"Huh..." he remarked to himself. "I never thought--" He sighed. "You really do have something for Hiei, huh, Kurama-kun...?"
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"Hn. Here it is," Hiei muttered to himself, kicking over a block of cement and staring down and the spiraling darkness that was the dimension rip. "It was hidden well..."
Warmth...
He didn't bother to rid himself the sensation, instead he stared profoundly down. "Demons are...meant to hate...to kill." He stated to himself. It was a fact. It was.
He would make sure of it.
The inside of the warehouse was dark and musty, dirty...
It was the last he would see of this damned place. It was better this way.
The darkness was disturbed, though.
"Uh...?!" Hiei turned his head sharply, seeing a silhouette form in the light of the open door, which was quickly closed, revealing..
"Kurama...?!" Hiei fully turned around, facing the youko.
"H-Hiei..." Kurama panted. A light grin made its way across his lips. "You're still here... I'm not too late..."
Hiei took a step back, nearing the portal.
Kurama was quick to respond; Running down the stairs quickly he threw his arms around Hiei, falling to his knees desperately in the process.
"What the hell--?!" Kurama heard him shout angrily.
"Onegai...Hiei..." he murmured, though his words reached Hiei clearly. "Don't leave me again..."
"You don't know what you're saying, baka!" He grabbed at Kurama, attempting to push him away. He succeeded in only pulling Kurama's face away from his waist.
He froze.
Kurama was crying.
All sounds in the warehouse ceased, as Hiei stared down at him, almost too bewildered to speak. Another, silky crystal tear made its way down the red-hed's cheek, before he opened his pale lips and spoke:
"Hiei...tell me...don't you ever wonder what love is...?" his cracked voiced managed to whisper.
Hiei continued his dumbfounded gaze upon Kurama as the words filtered over him; Understanding them, his crimson eyes hardened.
"..no. Never."
Kurama's eyes softened.
'Don't lie to me Hiei...'
"Then...then...let me show you..." Hiei's eyes widened as he leaned in.
He didn't get away this time.
Everything became vague and unfocused...all he could see was Kurama's closed eyes in the darkness..
Warmth met his lips.
'Kurama...' Warm hands raked through his raven locks, causing him to shudder lightly. He closed his eyes unknowingly, and surrendered to Kurama.
The warmth....the heat...
He pulled his trembling hands up, daring to touch Kurama, to hold him like Kurama did Hiei. Kurama held him tighter, welcoming the embrace as Hiei wrapped his arms around Kurama's back. The kiss deepened, and Hiei moaned lightly into his partner.
Kurama pulled back, soft green eyes staring pleadingly into Hiei's. It didn't matter what he said now...but...gods, he hoped...His arms remained tightly placed around his beloved jaganshi's waist, as Hiei gazed down at him, dazed, hands lightly placed on Kurama's shoulders.
"Hiei..." Kurama whispered.
He took a shuddery breath in response, boot clicking against the pavement as he took another step back towards the portal.
Kurama's eyes widened, though he couldn't speak anymore...it couldn't be though....even after all this Hiei was going to leave him...
He was going to turn away from him again....
"Hiei...don't, please..."
"So that's..." Hiei began, and Kurama watched him vaguely, "...a keess or whatever...it's called..." Another foot neared itself to the portal. "It..."
'It is ...warm and soft...just like Keiko said...' He couldn't rid the sensation from his lips.
"Hiei...please don't leave me here again...please..."
He only took another step back in response. In a slow motion he fell back, his black hair falling in his face and his eyes solemn, dazed...Kurama was motionless...but one thought passed clearly through his mind as Hiei fell:
'He's so beautiful...'
There was a soft gust of wind, and Hiei was swallowed by the portal, leaving Kurama alone again.
"Don't..." Kurama murmured, head hanging down as he stared blankly at the concrete floor. 'Hiei...' His eyes, wide and emotionless, drew tears, that fell freely, pattering over the cement.
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1) The tv shows are quotes (not direct ones, sadly) from some of meh favorite mangas! First one, from Gravitation volume 6!
2) A scene from Hikaru no Go volume 1!
3) A scene from the latest manga I got, Yu-Gi-Oh! volume 4! Mwahaha, useless information, but do I care? No...
A/N: Even though I'm not fond of this story (now that I've read it again), I quite like this chapter. It has elements of angst...I'm obsessed with angst...I like the idea of it as well...not to mention I revised at bit...ok more than a bit, but..I like it a lot more now.. what do you guys think? Review please.
REVIEW CORNER: What2CallMyself - Um...here, I updated! Lol. I really like this chapter, I hope you will, too.
Lady-of-the-Dragon-Flame - Wow...thankies! I didn't think it was all that good..
A/N: Hey thanks for the reviews guys, you're all so NICE!! I've been getting all sorts of compliments for the story. I luv you guys so much!!! ::hands out YYH plushies:: You've made meh story happy too
Alone: I FEEL SO LOVED!!!
Kiki: The fic's talking, folks! Scary..ne? Enjoy! Now let us end this Author's Note before my scary muse shows up...
Saya: Oh Kiki-chan...
Kiki: AH, RUN!!
'thoughts'
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Hiei's eyes seemed to glaze with disinterest as he flicked through the channels (he had figured out the "remote control" about ten minutes before). "Hn...ningen idiocy," he finally sighed.
"--back to Day-Break news! Today's story: Yuki Eiri, famous novelist and Shindou Shuichi of Bad Luck caught in a delicate situation? Here we ha-- " (1)
Click.
"Anyone who really plays Go would never say anything so excusable!"
"Uh...Akira-san? Are you--?"
"Let's play a game right now.--"(2)
Click.
"I know what you did, Seto! You killed the CEO of Kaiba Corperation! You overtook the company and drove the CEO, your own father, to commit suicide!!" (3)
This time, he flicked the power button instead, causing the room to darken radically and silence to ensue.
'What..am I doing back here...?'
He leaned back into Yusuke's couch, the remote falling beside him. He sighed loudly.
He had spent two years training relentlessly in the Makai...two. Fucking. Years. Two years of what every youkai endured just to even glimpse the power they wanted so badly.. what he had wanted from the beginning of his life as a demon, as the feared Forbidden Child. But...
Just as he was chasing those ambitions, long, long ago, Kurama and Gouki came, and they chased after the Dark Artifacts together...and though Gouki was defeated first, Hiei became friends with the red-haired demon traitor. He was so...so understanding...the only one Hiei could ever call his friend...the only one he WOULD call his friend...
...it was because of Kurama that Hiei had even wanted to give up his life as a feared demon traitor...and maybe live in the ningen world with his teammates...
...his friends...
Hiei snorted. Feh. What a waste.
He had spent the two years away in the Makai killing youkai on a daily basis. He wielded his katana until each movement was flawless. He had pushed his limits. He had SURPASSED his limits. He had used his anger to build his power until even Yusuke-kun couldn't even defeat him...
...and it was all..out of rage for Kurama...
..the one he had called his best friend...
Even the weakest of youkai were immune to the disgusting ningen emotions, like affection. Demons were not meant to trust; A comrade was only a comrade until the job was done; By then it was only natural to kill each other, like they were only enemies, and had only been enemies. Friendship did not exist. Love did not exist...
Demons were damned to hate forever...
What angered Hiei even now is that, even for a demon traitor, Kurama had felt these..these emotions. He had become piteously ningen like the rest of them. Even though the youko had fallen for another youkai, it was still wrong.
He just...
Well, Hiei had proved himself to be a real youkai; While Kurama wallowed in his disgusting ningen ways, Hiei had trained more rigorously in the Makai than he had ever imagined. He had proved himself to be strong, and proved Kurama to be a weak ningen-wanna be.
That day...two years ago..
-"Ai shiteru, Hiei..."-
He had leaned in so close...Hiei had felt Kurama's breath over his face...
And Kurama's eyes...so green and close...
Hands running over Hiei's... his hands were so warm...
...
He could still feel Kurama's touch, even when he strained so hard to train, to rid himself of the feeling, the sensation...even now, after two years, it was fresh, and his hands still so warm and soft...
Even the toughest of youkai, though never admittedly, would wonder what love was, what peace in the heart was ... why ningens were willing to die such insignificant deaths for their lovers...
Although Hiei would never admit it, that day so long ago when Kurama whispered those words softly to Hiei, a kind of fear had risen in him...Hiei, of all people, to fear. It wasn't right...
Kurama had leaned into him, to pull him into an embrace, and had neared his face to Hiei's...in what they called it...a keess, he thought. Hiei ...hadn't moved.
He had almost allowed Kurama to embrace him, to taste him like that. Then it had dawned on him.
"Ai...shiteru..." ...Kurama...loved him...he loved Hiei...
Someone loved the Forbidden Child...
He was afraid to be loved. To love.
But Kurama's warmth...
Wonder filled him, wonder of what it would be like, to love Kurama, to be loved by him...to be in peace, to be wanted...
To be needed...
No. It was all wrong. Demons...were meant to hate!! To kill!
...weren't they?
When he had heard Koto's voice calling the Urameshi-gumi back to the stadium, movement finally filled his limbs, and he ran...he left Kurama behind, left his touch behind, left his words...his head seemed to clear, repeating the same words over in his mind, each time more firmly:
'I refuse to love Kurama...I refuse to love Kurama...I refuse...' It was his shadow...it would always be there to remind him.
He wanted to forget it. He needed to forget it.
...and yet..he had come back...and Kurama still loved him, after all this time...
It wasn't right. A demon was alone, and would always be alone. It was meant to be that way. He knew it.
Yet...when Kurama came to him again, just this night...and leaned into him again...
-"I could...show you..."-
Green eyes fading into darkness...
He had almost given in again to Kurama's touch again.
A pair of soft footsteps sounded, and, slowly, Hiei drifted from his thoughts, back into reality. He lifted his head, peering into the dark hallway. A surprised, yet sleepy Keiko peered back. He huffed slightly and looked away.
"Hiei-san...you're still up?"
The jaganshi blinked boredly. "Sleep is a waste of my time."
"...I see."
"Why are you up?" Hiei asked, not knowing why.
Keiko seemed a little more lively to answer that. "I can't stand those boys' snoring! I can hear them, even in another room. I thought I'd watch some TV..." She picked up the remote, flicking the TV on. Fuzz responded.
"Oh...Yusuke'll have to look at that in the morning..." she sighed.
The thought of Yusuke and Keiko in the hall flooded the jaganshi's mind.
He...wanted to know...
"...Keiko."
"Hai?" the brunette turned to him.
He looked away, embarrassment flushing in his cheeks. "What does ... one of those ningen-mouth things feel like...?" He stammered over the words... and he called himself strong.
"Ningen-what?"
"I think Kurama called it a 'keess' or something like that ..."
"Oh..." she replied softly. "You mean a kiss..."
"Aa."
"Well...I guess...it would be...warm..."
"Like blood?" Hiei replied rather quickly.
Keiko greeted him with a strange look. "N-no, Hiei-san...it's not like that...it's just ...soft...and really warm...a kind of warmth you ....lose yourself in..." She blushed madly at the last words.
Hiei raised an eyebrow. 'Ningens make no sense.'
Keiko turned away quickly. "I-it's hard to explain Hiei-san..." The said jaganshi remained quiet. Seeing that he didn't respond, the young schoolgirl left rather quickly, an unhealthy blush on her cheeks.
The room became silent once more. Hiei rested his head on his hands.
'Why..did I come back...? Why...am I ... here?'
Hiei drifted into thought once more. When he finally came back to reality, dawn had begun to spread itself across the horizon.
He stood, having had come to a decision.
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Kurama cracked an evergreen eye open slightly, slightly irritated at the ringing of his phone. "Damn..." he cussed quietly, finally pulling himself out of his bed and grabbing the phone before the machine answered.
A stifled yawn. "Moshi moshi...?"
"He left. Hiei did," Yusuke was quick to reply.
Evergreen eyes widened. Everything seemed to merely...stop...
His hand, which had been pushing mussed red hair out of his tired eyes, dropped limply to the ground.
"He...what...?" came the small whimper.
"He left, Kurama-kun," Yusuke repeated, oblivious to Kurama's reaction. "He was gone as soon as I woke up."
"Huh...?" the youko was at a loss for words, though his voice cracked...and down his cheeks fell...
Tears...just like last time...when he turned his back on Kurama and left without a word...
Turned his back on everything Kurama had said...
Tears had flowed so freely then, and Kurama cursed himself for it...men weren't meant to cry but...
Hiei was gone...he was really gone...
The first time he had come back, Kurama secretly knew it was because Hiei thought he could live without the youko lusting after him, that Kurama, after two years without the jaganshi, he would have given up on his emotions for him...and now he knew, he knew Kurama would never lose his need for him...
Why would he ever come back again now?
"Kurama-kun..." Yusuke began, voice sounding more concerned, "you okay, man?"
"H-hai." Kurama wiped away his tears in embarrassment. "Yusuke- kun...Hiei has to pass through the dimensions to get to the Ningenkai...where--?"
"Botan-chan once showed me and Kuwabara one in a warehouse in my town...but..wait, you're not planning to stop him are you?! You won't make it. He's probably passing through now--"
A slight crick in the line noted to Yusuke that the youko had hung up. Yusuke followed suite.
"Huh..." he remarked to himself. "I never thought--" He sighed. "You really do have something for Hiei, huh, Kurama-kun...?"
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"Hn. Here it is," Hiei muttered to himself, kicking over a block of cement and staring down and the spiraling darkness that was the dimension rip. "It was hidden well..."
Warmth...
He didn't bother to rid himself the sensation, instead he stared profoundly down. "Demons are...meant to hate...to kill." He stated to himself. It was a fact. It was.
He would make sure of it.
The inside of the warehouse was dark and musty, dirty...
It was the last he would see of this damned place. It was better this way.
The darkness was disturbed, though.
"Uh...?!" Hiei turned his head sharply, seeing a silhouette form in the light of the open door, which was quickly closed, revealing..
"Kurama...?!" Hiei fully turned around, facing the youko.
"H-Hiei..." Kurama panted. A light grin made its way across his lips. "You're still here... I'm not too late..."
Hiei took a step back, nearing the portal.
Kurama was quick to respond; Running down the stairs quickly he threw his arms around Hiei, falling to his knees desperately in the process.
"What the hell--?!" Kurama heard him shout angrily.
"Onegai...Hiei..." he murmured, though his words reached Hiei clearly. "Don't leave me again..."
"You don't know what you're saying, baka!" He grabbed at Kurama, attempting to push him away. He succeeded in only pulling Kurama's face away from his waist.
He froze.
Kurama was crying.
All sounds in the warehouse ceased, as Hiei stared down at him, almost too bewildered to speak. Another, silky crystal tear made its way down the red-hed's cheek, before he opened his pale lips and spoke:
"Hiei...tell me...don't you ever wonder what love is...?" his cracked voiced managed to whisper.
Hiei continued his dumbfounded gaze upon Kurama as the words filtered over him; Understanding them, his crimson eyes hardened.
"..no. Never."
Kurama's eyes softened.
'Don't lie to me Hiei...'
"Then...then...let me show you..." Hiei's eyes widened as he leaned in.
He didn't get away this time.
Everything became vague and unfocused...all he could see was Kurama's closed eyes in the darkness..
Warmth met his lips.
'Kurama...' Warm hands raked through his raven locks, causing him to shudder lightly. He closed his eyes unknowingly, and surrendered to Kurama.
The warmth....the heat...
He pulled his trembling hands up, daring to touch Kurama, to hold him like Kurama did Hiei. Kurama held him tighter, welcoming the embrace as Hiei wrapped his arms around Kurama's back. The kiss deepened, and Hiei moaned lightly into his partner.
Kurama pulled back, soft green eyes staring pleadingly into Hiei's. It didn't matter what he said now...but...gods, he hoped...His arms remained tightly placed around his beloved jaganshi's waist, as Hiei gazed down at him, dazed, hands lightly placed on Kurama's shoulders.
"Hiei..." Kurama whispered.
He took a shuddery breath in response, boot clicking against the pavement as he took another step back towards the portal.
Kurama's eyes widened, though he couldn't speak anymore...it couldn't be though....even after all this Hiei was going to leave him...
He was going to turn away from him again....
"Hiei...don't, please..."
"So that's..." Hiei began, and Kurama watched him vaguely, "...a keess or whatever...it's called..." Another foot neared itself to the portal. "It..."
'It is ...warm and soft...just like Keiko said...' He couldn't rid the sensation from his lips.
"Hiei...please don't leave me here again...please..."
He only took another step back in response. In a slow motion he fell back, his black hair falling in his face and his eyes solemn, dazed...Kurama was motionless...but one thought passed clearly through his mind as Hiei fell:
'He's so beautiful...'
There was a soft gust of wind, and Hiei was swallowed by the portal, leaving Kurama alone again.
"Don't..." Kurama murmured, head hanging down as he stared blankly at the concrete floor. 'Hiei...' His eyes, wide and emotionless, drew tears, that fell freely, pattering over the cement.
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1) The tv shows are quotes (not direct ones, sadly) from some of meh favorite mangas! First one, from Gravitation volume 6!
2) A scene from Hikaru no Go volume 1!
3) A scene from the latest manga I got, Yu-Gi-Oh! volume 4! Mwahaha, useless information, but do I care? No...
A/N: Even though I'm not fond of this story (now that I've read it again), I quite like this chapter. It has elements of angst...I'm obsessed with angst...I like the idea of it as well...not to mention I revised at bit...ok more than a bit, but..I like it a lot more now.. what do you guys think? Review please.
REVIEW CORNER: What2CallMyself - Um...here, I updated! Lol. I really like this chapter, I hope you will, too.
Lady-of-the-Dragon-Flame - Wow...thankies! I didn't think it was all that good..