Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. And sadly...::cries:: Hiei is not mine either!! WAAAAAAAAAAH!! I DEMAND TO OWN HIEI!!
A/N: Wow...I'm surprised how my last chapter affected people...hopefully it was all for good tho...Even I was getting a little teary-eyed when I finished it...but, then again, I HAD been cutting onions right before I wrote it ;;
Enjoy the new chapter! And leave lovely reviews!
"No..." Kurama was left numb, save for the shudders making themselves known all over his body...and everything was so cold...
He was...gone...
"Hiei!!" he screamed, voice breaking under the weight of his sadness...of his shock...
Hiei couldn't die...He couldn't die, dammit! He couldn't leave Kurama behind when everything was finally going right...!
When they both had finally found happiness...
"Hiei..." he could barely speak, but the name found it's way across his lips...like saying the name would bring his koi back...like his need for the jaganshi would keep him alive...
...but it couldn't...Hiei was...Hiei was...
Empty tears found themselves trailing down his pale cheeks.
The moment had seemed to freeze as Hiei was thrown to the waters...to his death...and Kurama saw it just before he had hit the water...
Hiei smiled to him. They had locked eyes...and as Kurama sat, shocked, afraid to comprehend the situation, a small, unimaginably beautiful smile found Hiei's lips...those gorgeous crimson eyes softened, reassuring the youko...speaking all on their own...
'It's okay...'
And then it was over. It washed over him like a bucket of cold water being dumped on him.
Hiei was gone. Dead.
Left to rot at the bottom of the Shinbi like a piece of discarded trash...
"No!!" The youko scrambled to his feet, running to the lake. Hiei was more than that...! He was his! He was everything...needed...
Kurama found himself staring into the face of a triumphant Akujin.
"Looking for something...?" he spat maliciously, eyeing Kurama. The youko responded by narrowing his eyes in unreadable rage.
'I hate you...' his inner voice spat venomously...he no longer knew emotion...
Akujin had killed Hiei...
Kurama would kill him.
"Get the hell out of my way, bastard!!" Hiei was first...he'd get him out of there...
He would not rot like a some other, worthless demon!!
His pale hands grasped the demon before him, pushing him aside. "Out of my way!" he repeated, more angrily this time. Akujin's own hand took grasp of the offending one, meeting Kurama's evergreen eyes with a bitter, frozen glare.
"Don't ever fucking touch me..." Akujin fell back, stepping back to throw his blade at him once more. Pain seared through Kurama's hands, which grasped the blade, splattering more blood over the stained dirt. A defiant smile formed on his lips.
"Heh..." He wrenched his hands suddenly, pulling the katana out of Akujin's hands and facing it to his owner..
"Dammit!!" Akujin screamed, arousing echoes into the black woods. He bolted at the red-head, grasping his face thickly and ramming Kurama to the ground. Nimble hands grasped their katana, before meeting Kurama with a sadistic glare.
"Hunh...?" Kurama managed to grunt, attempting to fully open his eyes.
"Feh...feel this pain, scum," remarked a snide Akujin.
"Nani--?!" The blade swung down.
"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGGGGGGGH!!!" Kurama all but withstood, as the metal crashed down through his arm, spilling blood over his clothes and staining them even more, if it was possible. Upon calming himself he panted loudly, though nothing could ease the damned pain...
Akujin took hold of the handle and wrenched it, earning another scream from his opponent. He watched in almost perverse glee as the flesh spurted only more blood as it was torn and destroyed with each hard turn and wrench. He allowed Kurama a moment's rest, as he stood back, admiring his handiwork after many minutes of dull torture.
Kurama felt himself fading into the pain...giving in...
'Damn...'
He was so weak...he wanted to fight, to win and pull Hiei from the water... like he so deserved to be...but he couldn't...
He had betrayed him...
He could just see the jaganshi's beautiful face, a dull blue from the waters around him, surrounding by death, rotting flesh and dust...
A gem amongst the trash....an angel amongst the demons...
Kurama's unusually dull green eyes seemed to blank at this sight, this horrid vision in his mind... And then it happened; He watched it in his mind, seeing Hiei's skin fade, his lovely features corrupt into dust, a skeleton, and he was just like the rest. Dead. Trash. Forgotten. Uncared for.
Never wanted in the first place...
The green in his eyes faded, replaced by an enraged red...like a blinding crimson light in the back of his head was shining...His free arm flung over to grasp the sword's hilt, ripping it from his ruined limb...freeing himself.
Akujin's smirk was quick to be relinquished at this action. 'What the hell...?' This demon traitor...was too weak to go on...like a ningen. Yet he was standing... the pools of black that were Akujin's eyes narrowed intensely.
"Get the fuck back on the ground!!" he screamed, approaching Kurama in a flash beyond perception. His hands were fisted...one punch was enough to end this...
His fist contacted...
...though no response ensued. A confused expression made itself known to his face.
"N-nani yo...?!!"
The youko stood there strongly, eyes, now a blazing red, staring almost profoundly to the ground. Akujin's fist had sunk into his face, true, but Kurama showed no weakness, submitted to no pain. A trail of thick red blood wandered down his pale lips and chin. Finally, he looked up, locking eye contact.
"Don't touch me," he whispered in a voice not entirely his own. His crimson hair began to whip around, as though from some inner wind. Reiki burned strongly around him, making itself visible...it burned Akujin's fist to merely touch him...
So the ningen wanna-be wanted to play, eh...? Akujin smirked maliciously. He could play...
No one could defeat him, anyway. He had defeated the Forbidden Child.
"I said..." he continued, the reiki only glowing more strongly about him, "not to touch me...!" Slender, pale fingers grasped Akujin's neck, holding him in the air like a toy.
...a toy that would be broken...shattered...destroyed.
"Auuggh!!" Akujin cried out. His touch burnt... it seared him like fire, and every sense in his body could only feel the reiki's heat...so unbearable...Akujin tried to see, to grasp Kurama's arm, to rip it away from his neck, but he couldn't; His arms flailed uselessly, finally resting to his sides and twitching with the rest of him. "S-STOP!!" he tried to reason.
"Stop...?" Kurama's voice was deeper, more collected, more demonic...he glanced up to the tortured kageoni before him, eyes now a narrowed golden hue.
'Youko Kurama...?! The great kitsune demon...!'
"You never stopped in your plan to kill Hiei..." Kurama continued, voice cracking, breaking his cool. "You killed him...you killed him..." he repeated, as though trying to convince himself of the fact.
Akujin laughed harshly. "I KILLED HIM...!" he agreed. "I KILLED THE DAMN FORBIDDEN CHILD! I DID IT!" The pain had clearly crumbled his sanity. He laughed maniacally. "I AM THE GREATEST DEMON ALIVE!! I CRUSHED HIM LIKE A BUG!! AND THE GREAT YOUKO IS TOO NINGEN TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!"
Kurama's hand clenched itself into a fist over his neck. He watched, with golden eyes contorted in unspeakable rage, as the crimson-haired head toppled off its shoulders, and the body collapsed under it. Warm blood spurted much like a fountain over his pale hand, though he paid it no mind.
Golden eyes widened, returning to their beautiful evergreen hue, saddened, but intense, raking over the mutilated body before him. He lifted an outstretched palm, feeling reiki gather there. He spoke but one word:
"Insect." A final reiki blast sounded...and then Akujin was no more.
The pain of his destroyed arm had made itself known to him again, searing and throbbing. He paid it no mind.
He had lost all sense of feeling...of emotion. All he knew was the image of his discarded angel, thrown amongst the blue waters of the Shinbi.
He felt nothing anymore, his heart had seemingly vanished. He couldn't feel the frigid waters of the Shinbi wash over him as he dived in, no singe in his eyes as the blood and dust clouded his vision.
He couldn't even feel a throb of pain as he saw his love there, amongst the dust and decay. It was as though he had entered a dream...one he wanted to awake so badly from.
He didn't want to feel pain anymore...he didn't want to cry again...
He didn't want to lose Hiei again...
He just wanted to wake up...maybe to find himself in another of Yusuke's missions. To be back in his old life...happy...carefree...admiring Hiei from afar...
...Hiei not knowing...living his own complicated life, daring not to show visible trust to his comrades, flashing that occasional, sincere smile that let the youko know that, underneath it all, he was happy...
Everything was so much better that way.
Kurama trudged through the wasted of the Makai, aching limbs holding his limp love in his arms. He had taken him from the Shinbi...he was not trash.
...what now?
He wanted to take him somewhere...to his house. To lay him on the warm couch, to dry him. To smooth his mussed hair, to gaze over his beautiful face one last time.
...What would it mean...?
Hiei was dead.
...Dead.
He stumbled over his own feet, falling to his knees. Hiei rustled limply in his arms, and Kurama's face fell over his, evergreen eyes grazing over his flawless features.
Hiei was so...cold...
He had never been so cold. Kurama knew it; He had felt the jaganshi's inviting warmth only hours ago, before they had entered the Demon plane...he had felt him, tasted him..
His bad arm, twinging greatly, reached a hand over to Hiei's, grasping it.
Hiei was never so cold...
The ice his skin hosted seemed to tear Kurama apart. Hiei couldn't die...! He could never...!
He lowered his face, resting his cheek on Hiei's. Ice...ice ice ice...
This was...no dream.
The unusual stoic demeanor gave way to emotions. Warm tears drifted down Kurama's cheeks, pattering over Hiei.
Hiei was... dead..
This emptiness...this cold nightmare that had surrounded Kurama...
He would never wake up from it.
A/N: I'm sorry if that was kind of a weird chapter ending...heh...I've mad a bad chapter anyway, especially the Kurama vs. Akujin part. I'm not meant to write fight scenes...I hope you enjoyed this story so far, I've worked really hard to revise it and make it longer, even though maybe my work doesn't show for it...;; Arggh...I've been all depressed lately now, cos I've had to wallow in all this angst while I've been writing this...! Though it probably isn't that bad to the rest of you...
Anyway, I'm really trying here. How can you tell? Because this story was originally only seven chapters long, and since you can see I'm still going...well...yeah. Please leave lots of reviews, they inspire me!!
Review Corner:
Bishounenlvr: Yay! I'm glad you liked. Here is the loveleh killing chapter for you. And surprisingly, I'm still continuing from here! I hope you enjoy those too!
jalee: NO! Don't kill yourself! It's only a fanfic! It's only a fanfic! Is the angst really that bad?? I'M SO SORRY!!!
jus Kita: Hey...are you going to be okay...? ::in a small voice:: Did I disappoint you...? ::cries:: I'm sorry...
A/N: Wow...I'm surprised how my last chapter affected people...hopefully it was all for good tho...Even I was getting a little teary-eyed when I finished it...but, then again, I HAD been cutting onions right before I wrote it ;;
Enjoy the new chapter! And leave lovely reviews!
"No..." Kurama was left numb, save for the shudders making themselves known all over his body...and everything was so cold...
He was...gone...
"Hiei!!" he screamed, voice breaking under the weight of his sadness...of his shock...
Hiei couldn't die...He couldn't die, dammit! He couldn't leave Kurama behind when everything was finally going right...!
When they both had finally found happiness...
"Hiei..." he could barely speak, but the name found it's way across his lips...like saying the name would bring his koi back...like his need for the jaganshi would keep him alive...
...but it couldn't...Hiei was...Hiei was...
Empty tears found themselves trailing down his pale cheeks.
The moment had seemed to freeze as Hiei was thrown to the waters...to his death...and Kurama saw it just before he had hit the water...
Hiei smiled to him. They had locked eyes...and as Kurama sat, shocked, afraid to comprehend the situation, a small, unimaginably beautiful smile found Hiei's lips...those gorgeous crimson eyes softened, reassuring the youko...speaking all on their own...
'It's okay...'
And then it was over. It washed over him like a bucket of cold water being dumped on him.
Hiei was gone. Dead.
Left to rot at the bottom of the Shinbi like a piece of discarded trash...
"No!!" The youko scrambled to his feet, running to the lake. Hiei was more than that...! He was his! He was everything...needed...
Kurama found himself staring into the face of a triumphant Akujin.
"Looking for something...?" he spat maliciously, eyeing Kurama. The youko responded by narrowing his eyes in unreadable rage.
'I hate you...' his inner voice spat venomously...he no longer knew emotion...
Akujin had killed Hiei...
Kurama would kill him.
"Get the hell out of my way, bastard!!" Hiei was first...he'd get him out of there...
He would not rot like a some other, worthless demon!!
His pale hands grasped the demon before him, pushing him aside. "Out of my way!" he repeated, more angrily this time. Akujin's own hand took grasp of the offending one, meeting Kurama's evergreen eyes with a bitter, frozen glare.
"Don't ever fucking touch me..." Akujin fell back, stepping back to throw his blade at him once more. Pain seared through Kurama's hands, which grasped the blade, splattering more blood over the stained dirt. A defiant smile formed on his lips.
"Heh..." He wrenched his hands suddenly, pulling the katana out of Akujin's hands and facing it to his owner..
"Dammit!!" Akujin screamed, arousing echoes into the black woods. He bolted at the red-head, grasping his face thickly and ramming Kurama to the ground. Nimble hands grasped their katana, before meeting Kurama with a sadistic glare.
"Hunh...?" Kurama managed to grunt, attempting to fully open his eyes.
"Feh...feel this pain, scum," remarked a snide Akujin.
"Nani--?!" The blade swung down.
"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGGGGGGGH!!!" Kurama all but withstood, as the metal crashed down through his arm, spilling blood over his clothes and staining them even more, if it was possible. Upon calming himself he panted loudly, though nothing could ease the damned pain...
Akujin took hold of the handle and wrenched it, earning another scream from his opponent. He watched in almost perverse glee as the flesh spurted only more blood as it was torn and destroyed with each hard turn and wrench. He allowed Kurama a moment's rest, as he stood back, admiring his handiwork after many minutes of dull torture.
Kurama felt himself fading into the pain...giving in...
'Damn...'
He was so weak...he wanted to fight, to win and pull Hiei from the water... like he so deserved to be...but he couldn't...
He had betrayed him...
He could just see the jaganshi's beautiful face, a dull blue from the waters around him, surrounding by death, rotting flesh and dust...
A gem amongst the trash....an angel amongst the demons...
Kurama's unusually dull green eyes seemed to blank at this sight, this horrid vision in his mind... And then it happened; He watched it in his mind, seeing Hiei's skin fade, his lovely features corrupt into dust, a skeleton, and he was just like the rest. Dead. Trash. Forgotten. Uncared for.
Never wanted in the first place...
The green in his eyes faded, replaced by an enraged red...like a blinding crimson light in the back of his head was shining...His free arm flung over to grasp the sword's hilt, ripping it from his ruined limb...freeing himself.
Akujin's smirk was quick to be relinquished at this action. 'What the hell...?' This demon traitor...was too weak to go on...like a ningen. Yet he was standing... the pools of black that were Akujin's eyes narrowed intensely.
"Get the fuck back on the ground!!" he screamed, approaching Kurama in a flash beyond perception. His hands were fisted...one punch was enough to end this...
His fist contacted...
...though no response ensued. A confused expression made itself known to his face.
"N-nani yo...?!!"
The youko stood there strongly, eyes, now a blazing red, staring almost profoundly to the ground. Akujin's fist had sunk into his face, true, but Kurama showed no weakness, submitted to no pain. A trail of thick red blood wandered down his pale lips and chin. Finally, he looked up, locking eye contact.
"Don't touch me," he whispered in a voice not entirely his own. His crimson hair began to whip around, as though from some inner wind. Reiki burned strongly around him, making itself visible...it burned Akujin's fist to merely touch him...
So the ningen wanna-be wanted to play, eh...? Akujin smirked maliciously. He could play...
No one could defeat him, anyway. He had defeated the Forbidden Child.
"I said..." he continued, the reiki only glowing more strongly about him, "not to touch me...!" Slender, pale fingers grasped Akujin's neck, holding him in the air like a toy.
...a toy that would be broken...shattered...destroyed.
"Auuggh!!" Akujin cried out. His touch burnt... it seared him like fire, and every sense in his body could only feel the reiki's heat...so unbearable...Akujin tried to see, to grasp Kurama's arm, to rip it away from his neck, but he couldn't; His arms flailed uselessly, finally resting to his sides and twitching with the rest of him. "S-STOP!!" he tried to reason.
"Stop...?" Kurama's voice was deeper, more collected, more demonic...he glanced up to the tortured kageoni before him, eyes now a narrowed golden hue.
'Youko Kurama...?! The great kitsune demon...!'
"You never stopped in your plan to kill Hiei..." Kurama continued, voice cracking, breaking his cool. "You killed him...you killed him..." he repeated, as though trying to convince himself of the fact.
Akujin laughed harshly. "I KILLED HIM...!" he agreed. "I KILLED THE DAMN FORBIDDEN CHILD! I DID IT!" The pain had clearly crumbled his sanity. He laughed maniacally. "I AM THE GREATEST DEMON ALIVE!! I CRUSHED HIM LIKE A BUG!! AND THE GREAT YOUKO IS TOO NINGEN TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!"
Kurama's hand clenched itself into a fist over his neck. He watched, with golden eyes contorted in unspeakable rage, as the crimson-haired head toppled off its shoulders, and the body collapsed under it. Warm blood spurted much like a fountain over his pale hand, though he paid it no mind.
Golden eyes widened, returning to their beautiful evergreen hue, saddened, but intense, raking over the mutilated body before him. He lifted an outstretched palm, feeling reiki gather there. He spoke but one word:
"Insect." A final reiki blast sounded...and then Akujin was no more.
The pain of his destroyed arm had made itself known to him again, searing and throbbing. He paid it no mind.
He had lost all sense of feeling...of emotion. All he knew was the image of his discarded angel, thrown amongst the blue waters of the Shinbi.
He felt nothing anymore, his heart had seemingly vanished. He couldn't feel the frigid waters of the Shinbi wash over him as he dived in, no singe in his eyes as the blood and dust clouded his vision.
He couldn't even feel a throb of pain as he saw his love there, amongst the dust and decay. It was as though he had entered a dream...one he wanted to awake so badly from.
He didn't want to feel pain anymore...he didn't want to cry again...
He didn't want to lose Hiei again...
He just wanted to wake up...maybe to find himself in another of Yusuke's missions. To be back in his old life...happy...carefree...admiring Hiei from afar...
...Hiei not knowing...living his own complicated life, daring not to show visible trust to his comrades, flashing that occasional, sincere smile that let the youko know that, underneath it all, he was happy...
Everything was so much better that way.
Kurama trudged through the wasted of the Makai, aching limbs holding his limp love in his arms. He had taken him from the Shinbi...he was not trash.
...what now?
He wanted to take him somewhere...to his house. To lay him on the warm couch, to dry him. To smooth his mussed hair, to gaze over his beautiful face one last time.
...What would it mean...?
Hiei was dead.
...Dead.
He stumbled over his own feet, falling to his knees. Hiei rustled limply in his arms, and Kurama's face fell over his, evergreen eyes grazing over his flawless features.
Hiei was so...cold...
He had never been so cold. Kurama knew it; He had felt the jaganshi's inviting warmth only hours ago, before they had entered the Demon plane...he had felt him, tasted him..
His bad arm, twinging greatly, reached a hand over to Hiei's, grasping it.
Hiei was never so cold...
The ice his skin hosted seemed to tear Kurama apart. Hiei couldn't die...! He could never...!
He lowered his face, resting his cheek on Hiei's. Ice...ice ice ice...
This was...no dream.
The unusual stoic demeanor gave way to emotions. Warm tears drifted down Kurama's cheeks, pattering over Hiei.
Hiei was... dead..
This emptiness...this cold nightmare that had surrounded Kurama...
He would never wake up from it.
A/N: I'm sorry if that was kind of a weird chapter ending...heh...I've mad a bad chapter anyway, especially the Kurama vs. Akujin part. I'm not meant to write fight scenes...I hope you enjoyed this story so far, I've worked really hard to revise it and make it longer, even though maybe my work doesn't show for it...;; Arggh...I've been all depressed lately now, cos I've had to wallow in all this angst while I've been writing this...! Though it probably isn't that bad to the rest of you...
Anyway, I'm really trying here. How can you tell? Because this story was originally only seven chapters long, and since you can see I'm still going...well...yeah. Please leave lots of reviews, they inspire me!!
Review Corner:
Bishounenlvr: Yay! I'm glad you liked. Here is the loveleh killing chapter for you. And surprisingly, I'm still continuing from here! I hope you enjoy those too!
jalee: NO! Don't kill yourself! It's only a fanfic! It's only a fanfic! Is the angst really that bad?? I'M SO SORRY!!!
jus Kita: Hey...are you going to be okay...? ::in a small voice:: Did I disappoint you...? ::cries:: I'm sorry...