FireChibi: Okay, chapter two is up. Forgive me for any names I
spelled wrong. I think I got most of them fixed. I naturally have bad
grammar, I had bad teachers when I was younger I guess. I usually have
someone pre- read my fics before I post them, but she has kind of
disappeared lately. Things start to get moving a little in this chapter.
Thanks for reading. Review please, and no flames, I've gotten a couple
really awful ones on other stories.
The wind whistled threw the trees, moving black tendrils of soft hair as they swung in mid air. Red eyes examined the ground beneath it, the hard concrete that seemed to cover the ningenkai. Small cars raced across the ground. Darting back and forth in a seemingly random pattern.
Hiei hung from the banister of the balcony he and Kurama shared. He was bored, he needed something to do, but Yukina was off somewhere with the Baka, and Kurama was at the hospital saving other peoples lives. He snorted at the thought of the once infamous thief Youko Kurama saving lives instead of taking them. "What am I thinking? He is not Youko any more. He's Shuichi."
"You say that like you resent him for it." The voice was like a whisper on the wind. The small korime jumped, turning a full back flip he landed on the floor of the balcony. A red glare turned on the intruder. The young girl stood before him, her long dark hair and purple eyes watched him with a seductive gleam.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here." Hiei yelled his deep voice ringing threw the previous silence. The girl merely smiled at him, two long fangs grew from her mouth and came to lie over her lower lip.
"Oh I am just a friend." She laughed quietly. She began to chant in a sing songy tone. "Cast out you were, and sent into a hell. I shall send you back to that hell. The hell of childhood that waits you, Hiei. For the murder of my family. Your sentence is death! But first you will suffer!" She called razing her hands about her head and pointing her fingers to the sky. Deep black clouds covered the sky; heavy drops began to pour down upon them. Hiei looked down at the red stains that now covered his pale hands. It was blood. The sky was raining blood. A thick Crimson mist surrounded him; he choked, finding himself unable to breath.
Small hands reached down to pick up the small bundle that lay on the ground. Purple eyes gazed, at the small child with soft spiky black hair that lay sleeping in her arms. "This Hiei is your punishment for killing the ones I love."
Green eyes gazed longingly at the elevator. He wished it would hurry up; it had been a long day. There had been a drug shooting down town and several young children had been brought in, that had been caught in the crossfire. He had spent all day giving children from the ages of 2-10 chest tubes and pulling out bullets. Finally the doors came open and he stepped inside, pushing the button for the 28th floor.
Walking down the hall, he paused suddenly when he saw something lying in front of his door. He stepped forward cautiously, expecting it to be some kind of trap, but there was nothing. It appeared to be simply a bundled up blanket. He knelt slowly gathering it into his arms, when a startled cry emanated from within the blanket. Kurama started, green eyes growing wide, he unwrapped the blanket, to reveal a small baby. Its deep Crimson red eyes looked up at him curiously. A note toppled out, from the folds of the soft fabric. Kurama opened it slowly and read.
Kurama
The one you love, trapped in the past, but make heist for it will not last. Death is his fate, in three days. For when the third day's sun is spent, forever will he remain, a child no longer. You will bury your love, six feet under.
Kurama stared at the letter for an instant, then looked back at the baby that lay in his arms. "It can't be, this can't be Hiei. It just isn't possible?" Small red eyes were watching him, head slightly tipped to one side. The red head sighed heavily to himself and walked into the house. Setting his things down on the counter in the kitchen he walked threw the house slowly, preying to find his lover.
Finally resting heavily on the couch, Kurama looked back at the baby he was still carrying. "It can't be, it just can't be possible." A little hand reached out grabbing hold of a lock of his hair, and pulled. Kurama cried out, as a sharp pain shot threw his skull. He glared down at the baby, who was giggling happily.
Kurama sighed again." I guess, I better call the others and take you to Koenma." The baby paused in its laughter and looked up at him. His red eyes grew dark, and began to water. The small child let out a wale that could have silenced the tortured prisoners of hell. Kurama jumped, not quite knowing what to do. He rocked the baby gently, but it just wouldn't stop screaming. He rolled his eyes, "I bet your hungry." He walked over to the counter and pulled out bottle, that Keiko had left over about a week ago. (She and Yuske had, had their first child a couple months ago.) He filled the bottle with milk, sweetened it with sugar and gave it to the screeching child.
The second the bottle touched the babies lips; he latched onto it and began to drink it, like he hadn't eaten in a month. The red head smiled softly down at the baby as it drank. He had been thinking about adopting a baby for while, but was having trouble bringing the concept up to Hiei, because the baby would be ningen.
The child finished off the bottle, and Kurama burped. Yawning tiredly, the baby curled up in his arms. The red head smiled softly at the baby, carrying him into the living room he laid him on the couch. Red eyes darted up, to look at him again. They seemed to glare at him somewhat viciously. Kurama laughed. "Okay, so maybe you are Hiei." He draped a blanket over the child and placed a pillow beside him so that he wouldn't role off the couch.
The wind whistled threw the trees, moving black tendrils of soft hair as they swung in mid air. Red eyes examined the ground beneath it, the hard concrete that seemed to cover the ningenkai. Small cars raced across the ground. Darting back and forth in a seemingly random pattern.
Hiei hung from the banister of the balcony he and Kurama shared. He was bored, he needed something to do, but Yukina was off somewhere with the Baka, and Kurama was at the hospital saving other peoples lives. He snorted at the thought of the once infamous thief Youko Kurama saving lives instead of taking them. "What am I thinking? He is not Youko any more. He's Shuichi."
"You say that like you resent him for it." The voice was like a whisper on the wind. The small korime jumped, turning a full back flip he landed on the floor of the balcony. A red glare turned on the intruder. The young girl stood before him, her long dark hair and purple eyes watched him with a seductive gleam.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here." Hiei yelled his deep voice ringing threw the previous silence. The girl merely smiled at him, two long fangs grew from her mouth and came to lie over her lower lip.
"Oh I am just a friend." She laughed quietly. She began to chant in a sing songy tone. "Cast out you were, and sent into a hell. I shall send you back to that hell. The hell of childhood that waits you, Hiei. For the murder of my family. Your sentence is death! But first you will suffer!" She called razing her hands about her head and pointing her fingers to the sky. Deep black clouds covered the sky; heavy drops began to pour down upon them. Hiei looked down at the red stains that now covered his pale hands. It was blood. The sky was raining blood. A thick Crimson mist surrounded him; he choked, finding himself unable to breath.
Small hands reached down to pick up the small bundle that lay on the ground. Purple eyes gazed, at the small child with soft spiky black hair that lay sleeping in her arms. "This Hiei is your punishment for killing the ones I love."
Green eyes gazed longingly at the elevator. He wished it would hurry up; it had been a long day. There had been a drug shooting down town and several young children had been brought in, that had been caught in the crossfire. He had spent all day giving children from the ages of 2-10 chest tubes and pulling out bullets. Finally the doors came open and he stepped inside, pushing the button for the 28th floor.
Walking down the hall, he paused suddenly when he saw something lying in front of his door. He stepped forward cautiously, expecting it to be some kind of trap, but there was nothing. It appeared to be simply a bundled up blanket. He knelt slowly gathering it into his arms, when a startled cry emanated from within the blanket. Kurama started, green eyes growing wide, he unwrapped the blanket, to reveal a small baby. Its deep Crimson red eyes looked up at him curiously. A note toppled out, from the folds of the soft fabric. Kurama opened it slowly and read.
Kurama
The one you love, trapped in the past, but make heist for it will not last. Death is his fate, in three days. For when the third day's sun is spent, forever will he remain, a child no longer. You will bury your love, six feet under.
Kurama stared at the letter for an instant, then looked back at the baby that lay in his arms. "It can't be, this can't be Hiei. It just isn't possible?" Small red eyes were watching him, head slightly tipped to one side. The red head sighed heavily to himself and walked into the house. Setting his things down on the counter in the kitchen he walked threw the house slowly, preying to find his lover.
Finally resting heavily on the couch, Kurama looked back at the baby he was still carrying. "It can't be, it just can't be possible." A little hand reached out grabbing hold of a lock of his hair, and pulled. Kurama cried out, as a sharp pain shot threw his skull. He glared down at the baby, who was giggling happily.
Kurama sighed again." I guess, I better call the others and take you to Koenma." The baby paused in its laughter and looked up at him. His red eyes grew dark, and began to water. The small child let out a wale that could have silenced the tortured prisoners of hell. Kurama jumped, not quite knowing what to do. He rocked the baby gently, but it just wouldn't stop screaming. He rolled his eyes, "I bet your hungry." He walked over to the counter and pulled out bottle, that Keiko had left over about a week ago. (She and Yuske had, had their first child a couple months ago.) He filled the bottle with milk, sweetened it with sugar and gave it to the screeching child.
The second the bottle touched the babies lips; he latched onto it and began to drink it, like he hadn't eaten in a month. The red head smiled softly down at the baby as it drank. He had been thinking about adopting a baby for while, but was having trouble bringing the concept up to Hiei, because the baby would be ningen.
The child finished off the bottle, and Kurama burped. Yawning tiredly, the baby curled up in his arms. The red head smiled softly at the baby, carrying him into the living room he laid him on the couch. Red eyes darted up, to look at him again. They seemed to glare at him somewhat viciously. Kurama laughed. "Okay, so maybe you are Hiei." He draped a blanket over the child and placed a pillow beside him so that he wouldn't role off the couch.