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Chapter 6 mistake
Two weeks had passed. Two weeks with out my fox. Two weeks without his voice...or his touch. I felt so alone. More alone than I ever felt before, yet the time, had giving me a false sense of calm, and control. It created the idea that maybe Kurama would forget all this, and when I came back it would be just like before. I almost hoped that it was all a joke, and that none of it was true. I hoped that maybe none of it had happened.
Kurama would be back to his senses. Surely, when I came back he would never mention any of it, and we could be friends again. Nothing more. I crossed my arms tightly against my chest trying to smother the feelings in my heart.
I didn't want it to be forgotten. I didn't want it all to be fake. What I wanted was to be with him again, and most of all for him to LOVE me. My heart just couldn't cope with the fact that that could never happen.
Today the air hung heavily in the air, making it hard to draw into your lungs. I coughed lightly trying to get rid of the suffocating feeling. Then I felt a familiar chi enter my senses.
"Detective," I said after jumping down from my tree, and landing right in front of him.
For a second he seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to tell me, then frowned with remembrance.
"Hiei I know you're not the type to care, but Yukina said you would want to know. This morning they brought Kurama to the hospital-"
I cut him off with my hand. The air seemed even thicker than before, making it hard to use my voice.
"What happened? Did he...Did he hurt himself ?" My voice was panicked, and full of fear. I could tell from Yusuke's surprised expression that he was not expecting my reaction.
"Yeah, but how did you know?"
"Damn that fox!" My tone had changed to almost a yell.
I was gone with out him even saying another sentence. My figure disappeared into a blur of black, and literally in a matter of seconds I found myself in the kitsune's room.
It was clean, and spotless, just like he always kept it. I glanced around. Nothing even seemed out of place. I crossed the room, and entered his bathroom. It was clean here too, but I could distinctly detect the smell of blood.
My hand trembled slightly, as I untied the bandana from my forehead, which was emitting a faint glow.
Instantly scenes began to enter my head.
A vision of Kurama distraught, and confused focused itself, and started to play like a movie.
He was standing by the counter, fingering a razor blade in his shaking hands. His red hair veiled most of his face from view. Still I saw tears drop down onto his hands, and the shiny metallic object he held. The salty liquid refracted the light from a light fixture on the ceiling.
He gave a rather loud sob, and mumbled something under his breath. I barely caught the words.
"I...I hurt him. Never again."
Fumbling with the blade he brought it to the juncture between his forearm, and bicep. Along the same line he had used before.
My throat constricted tightly.
The sharp edge bit into his skin, and now my fox, was sobbing continuously, none the less he pushed it in deeper.
Blood trickled down his arm, and dripped onto the tiled floor.
Soon the flow was heavier, and a sickening spattering noise met my ears. With one more jagged motion, with all his resolve, he yanked down so the major vein in his arm was severed.
More blood stained his skin, and light blue dress shirt.
He sank to the floor, one of his pant legs absorbing the scarlet puddle on the floor, and his head swung back. His hair swept off his face. The wonderful green eyes I loved so much were shut yielding to the death that was sure to come for him. His lips were slightly parted in a silent scream of mental torment.
I watched as the color drained from his face, and he fell side ways, to lie motionless on the floor. Still his life force faded even more.
When it was looking most dire for him the door opened with a small swoosh of air.
"Shuuichi?" His mother asked, her voice trailing off in a panicked whisper.
"Oh my god!" She screamed tears spilling down her cheeks. "No Shuichi! Don- Don't die on me! Help! Some one please help!"
Finally coming to some kind of sense she rushed out of the room, and returned with the phone in her hands. Clumsily she dialed three digits on its face, and began talking in a tear soaked voice.
More images crossed before me. The paramedics. Kurama getting taken to the ambulance on a stretcher. One holding a crying Shirori. Another cleaning the blood off the floor...
I didn't know where I was going. I could only follow Kurama's faint chi, and run faster. I didn't care about the stunned people I ran past, or the security guard I floored as I sprinted up the stairs to the third level of the hospital.
Then I came to his room. I knew it was his I could sense his chi just on the other side of the door. I froze I couldn't move. Not to go in, or to even back away.
"Hiei?" came a quiet feminine voice; Yukina
I turned to look at her, unable to keep my face devoid of the emotions coursing through me.
"Is he all right?" I asked hoarsely.
"He'll live, but he lost allot of blood before his mother found him..."
I turned back towards the door. I had to see him.
"Hiei do you love him?" Her voice had the same soothing quality I loved so much about Kurama's.
I didn't look at her, but I gave a feeble nod, before gathering my resolve, and entering the room.
A strong sent of disinfectant entered my senses as I did so. Everything was white, and overly cleaned as to be sterile. In the center of the room was a metal bed. He lay there, as pale as the sheets that covered him. My poor fox. How could I let you do this to yourself?
I walked over to his side, and peered down at his ashen features. His eyelashes were closed against his soft cheeks, and red wisps of hairs fluttered across his face. The bright contrast made him look even whiter. I brushed my fingertips against his hand with the IV drip in it.
The other arm I could see was wrapped in gauze. my sweet fox...why?
Carefully I lifted myself onto the bed besides him. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, and held his hand in my own. I would not leave him this time. I would be there when he awoke.
"I love you fox." I whispered tenderly.
I listened to his calm breathing for some time. Being this close, I could smell the scent of roses, just like his bed. It made my heart relax a little.
I began to drift in and out of consciousness, when I heard the door open.
It was Yusuke.
"Yukina said you were in here."
I didn't care that he saw me like this weak and clinging to Kurama. I wouldn't leave...I promised...
"Hiei do you know why Kurama did this?"
I ignored his words. I was blaming myself, but I wouldn't let him know that.
"You knew he was ...having problems. I know you did. I saw the look on your face at the park. What did he tell you?" His voice was determined, and I knew I would have to tell him something to get him to leave.
"He was depressed...I was supposed to help him through it, but...It was too much for me to...I left him."
He stared at me a moment then left without another word. I snuggled closer to Kurama. It was my fault...
Other people may have come to visit. I didn't know. I slept most of the day, and night by my kitsune. Hoping he would wake up. The nurse tried to make me leave, but apparently his mother convinced her to leave me alone. Now upon awakening I knew the others must have been in here. There were flowers everywhere, and get-well cards. Some I knew must have come from his fan club at school. They probably didn't know why he was in the hospital though.
The room was dark, and the only window in the room was curtained. I shifter a bit and looked at Kurama. He was still sleeping. I could barely see, but better than any ningen. It pleased me to see that his cheeks had gained back some of their color. He would be all right.
Giving into myself I leaned forward, and brushed my lips on his. He made a soft noise that almost sounded like a whimper, but he didn't wake.
After that I didn't sleep. I couldn't. I just watched him.
Sad! I hate poor Kurama being in the hospital! I think I should give him a kiss...or maybe more... Oh well I'm pretty sure this story will have a happy ending.
Two weeks had passed. Two weeks with out my fox. Two weeks without his voice...or his touch. I felt so alone. More alone than I ever felt before, yet the time, had giving me a false sense of calm, and control. It created the idea that maybe Kurama would forget all this, and when I came back it would be just like before. I almost hoped that it was all a joke, and that none of it was true. I hoped that maybe none of it had happened.
Kurama would be back to his senses. Surely, when I came back he would never mention any of it, and we could be friends again. Nothing more. I crossed my arms tightly against my chest trying to smother the feelings in my heart.
I didn't want it to be forgotten. I didn't want it all to be fake. What I wanted was to be with him again, and most of all for him to LOVE me. My heart just couldn't cope with the fact that that could never happen.
Today the air hung heavily in the air, making it hard to draw into your lungs. I coughed lightly trying to get rid of the suffocating feeling. Then I felt a familiar chi enter my senses.
"Detective," I said after jumping down from my tree, and landing right in front of him.
For a second he seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to tell me, then frowned with remembrance.
"Hiei I know you're not the type to care, but Yukina said you would want to know. This morning they brought Kurama to the hospital-"
I cut him off with my hand. The air seemed even thicker than before, making it hard to use my voice.
"What happened? Did he...Did he hurt himself ?" My voice was panicked, and full of fear. I could tell from Yusuke's surprised expression that he was not expecting my reaction.
"Yeah, but how did you know?"
"Damn that fox!" My tone had changed to almost a yell.
I was gone with out him even saying another sentence. My figure disappeared into a blur of black, and literally in a matter of seconds I found myself in the kitsune's room.
It was clean, and spotless, just like he always kept it. I glanced around. Nothing even seemed out of place. I crossed the room, and entered his bathroom. It was clean here too, but I could distinctly detect the smell of blood.
My hand trembled slightly, as I untied the bandana from my forehead, which was emitting a faint glow.
Instantly scenes began to enter my head.
A vision of Kurama distraught, and confused focused itself, and started to play like a movie.
He was standing by the counter, fingering a razor blade in his shaking hands. His red hair veiled most of his face from view. Still I saw tears drop down onto his hands, and the shiny metallic object he held. The salty liquid refracted the light from a light fixture on the ceiling.
He gave a rather loud sob, and mumbled something under his breath. I barely caught the words.
"I...I hurt him. Never again."
Fumbling with the blade he brought it to the juncture between his forearm, and bicep. Along the same line he had used before.
My throat constricted tightly.
The sharp edge bit into his skin, and now my fox, was sobbing continuously, none the less he pushed it in deeper.
Blood trickled down his arm, and dripped onto the tiled floor.
Soon the flow was heavier, and a sickening spattering noise met my ears. With one more jagged motion, with all his resolve, he yanked down so the major vein in his arm was severed.
More blood stained his skin, and light blue dress shirt.
He sank to the floor, one of his pant legs absorbing the scarlet puddle on the floor, and his head swung back. His hair swept off his face. The wonderful green eyes I loved so much were shut yielding to the death that was sure to come for him. His lips were slightly parted in a silent scream of mental torment.
I watched as the color drained from his face, and he fell side ways, to lie motionless on the floor. Still his life force faded even more.
When it was looking most dire for him the door opened with a small swoosh of air.
"Shuuichi?" His mother asked, her voice trailing off in a panicked whisper.
"Oh my god!" She screamed tears spilling down her cheeks. "No Shuichi! Don- Don't die on me! Help! Some one please help!"
Finally coming to some kind of sense she rushed out of the room, and returned with the phone in her hands. Clumsily she dialed three digits on its face, and began talking in a tear soaked voice.
More images crossed before me. The paramedics. Kurama getting taken to the ambulance on a stretcher. One holding a crying Shirori. Another cleaning the blood off the floor...
I didn't know where I was going. I could only follow Kurama's faint chi, and run faster. I didn't care about the stunned people I ran past, or the security guard I floored as I sprinted up the stairs to the third level of the hospital.
Then I came to his room. I knew it was his I could sense his chi just on the other side of the door. I froze I couldn't move. Not to go in, or to even back away.
"Hiei?" came a quiet feminine voice; Yukina
I turned to look at her, unable to keep my face devoid of the emotions coursing through me.
"Is he all right?" I asked hoarsely.
"He'll live, but he lost allot of blood before his mother found him..."
I turned back towards the door. I had to see him.
"Hiei do you love him?" Her voice had the same soothing quality I loved so much about Kurama's.
I didn't look at her, but I gave a feeble nod, before gathering my resolve, and entering the room.
A strong sent of disinfectant entered my senses as I did so. Everything was white, and overly cleaned as to be sterile. In the center of the room was a metal bed. He lay there, as pale as the sheets that covered him. My poor fox. How could I let you do this to yourself?
I walked over to his side, and peered down at his ashen features. His eyelashes were closed against his soft cheeks, and red wisps of hairs fluttered across his face. The bright contrast made him look even whiter. I brushed my fingertips against his hand with the IV drip in it.
The other arm I could see was wrapped in gauze. my sweet fox...why?
Carefully I lifted myself onto the bed besides him. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, and held his hand in my own. I would not leave him this time. I would be there when he awoke.
"I love you fox." I whispered tenderly.
I listened to his calm breathing for some time. Being this close, I could smell the scent of roses, just like his bed. It made my heart relax a little.
I began to drift in and out of consciousness, when I heard the door open.
It was Yusuke.
"Yukina said you were in here."
I didn't care that he saw me like this weak and clinging to Kurama. I wouldn't leave...I promised...
"Hiei do you know why Kurama did this?"
I ignored his words. I was blaming myself, but I wouldn't let him know that.
"You knew he was ...having problems. I know you did. I saw the look on your face at the park. What did he tell you?" His voice was determined, and I knew I would have to tell him something to get him to leave.
"He was depressed...I was supposed to help him through it, but...It was too much for me to...I left him."
He stared at me a moment then left without another word. I snuggled closer to Kurama. It was my fault...
Other people may have come to visit. I didn't know. I slept most of the day, and night by my kitsune. Hoping he would wake up. The nurse tried to make me leave, but apparently his mother convinced her to leave me alone. Now upon awakening I knew the others must have been in here. There were flowers everywhere, and get-well cards. Some I knew must have come from his fan club at school. They probably didn't know why he was in the hospital though.
The room was dark, and the only window in the room was curtained. I shifter a bit and looked at Kurama. He was still sleeping. I could barely see, but better than any ningen. It pleased me to see that his cheeks had gained back some of their color. He would be all right.
Giving into myself I leaned forward, and brushed my lips on his. He made a soft noise that almost sounded like a whimper, but he didn't wake.
After that I didn't sleep. I couldn't. I just watched him.
Sad! I hate poor Kurama being in the hospital! I think I should give him a kiss...or maybe more... Oh well I'm pretty sure this story will have a happy ending.