A/N: I don't own Yu-Yu Hakusho, I don't own Mortal Kombat, but it is one of my favorite games though. If any of you have any questions about this or any of my stories, e-mail me at , I'm always happy to answer questions. This is in the Point Of View of Hiei.
Chapter Two
Love's Demise
"Hey, mom, it's me, Suiichi. Just wanting to say I'm going to the arcade after school with my friends, I'll be back before dark. Bye," Kurama said into the phone.
"Good, we'll meet you in the foyer, near the last table-"Yusuke began; he was interrupted by the bell to warn them to hurry to their next class. "Well, see you later."
Byes were passed to everyone. I couldn't look at Kurama, not with this odd feeling I had. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was more a feeling of nervousness, but I don't get nervous around people, I just don't understand. It almost felt like all I wanted in the world was for Kurama to accept me, and I would die if I couldn't be with him, I couldn't explain it.
As everyone else walked to his or her next class I slid into the darkness so no one could see me, it wasn't very hard. I found what I was looking for, a sight that was my only haven, the red haired fox demon.
For the rest of that day I followed him from class to class. In no time at all the final bell rang and Kurama was walking toward the foyer. I saw Yusuke and Keiko already waiting there.
"Hey, Kurama over here," Yusuke said, not even caring that we spotted him first. I slipped out of the shadows, away from Kurama so he wouldn't know that I had been following him, and took a seat on the table. "We're just waiting for Yukina and Kuwabara to show up, who knows what they're doing."
"Yusuke!" Keiko almost screamed.
"I didn't say anything," Yusuke said on the defensive. Kurama let out a small laugh; it was a fake one. "Ah, there they are. About time! Where were you two?"
"Yukina wanted to see my locker, so we had to make a pit stop," Kuwabara explained lamely.
"Yeah, right," Yusuke said, rolling his eyes. "Let's get moving."
As a group we began walking to the arcade, it wasn't very far. When we walked into the building, many people left. It seemed like Yusuke's and Kuwabara's individuality precedes them. We all headed over toward the counter to get tickets.
The man who was at the desk handed us the tickets and said something that resembled "no charge." We headed over towards the games, and then we split up. I stayed close to Kurama, I had to find away to tell him how I felt, and this feeling was killing me.
Kurama had headed over to some type of fighting game called Mortal Kombat, it seemed to be gory, my type of style.
"Can I join you?" I asked in an 'I don't care' kind of voice.
"Um, of course, here you place the ticket in this slot and you begin. This button here is jump, this one is to move your character around," he pointed to the joystick. "This one here is to kick, and this one is to punch." It seemed as if he forgot how I reacted earlier today. "Let's begin, I'll go easy on you to start off with."
"I don't need your pity..." I said, coldly, I quickly shook my head, knowing that that was my first mistake. "I came here to talk to you." I couldn't bring myself to say why, though.
After a long pause, Kurama asked, "Why do you need to talk to me?" His voice was calm and un-judgmental.
"I don't know how to explain it," I lowered my voice so only he could hear. "I have this odd feeling about you. All I want is to be near you then nothing evil can happen..." Kurama seemed to be listening intently, so I tried to continue. "I don't know what it is, but I feel as if life itself has been destroyed if I don't see you, and if I know that you are in danger..." I didn't want to continue; I couldn't continue because Kurama began to smile, I felt like a fool.
"That explains it," Kurama said, half to himself. "It's called love, Hiei. You feel love towards me." Kurama turned to me, ignoring the game. It didn't matter anyways; he was winning. I didn't say anything. "I feel-"
A loud explosion, one that involved spirit energy, emitted to the right of Kurama. We were flung backwards. I turned to Kurama to make sure he was all right, blood was pouring out of his ears. I turned back to the explosion and that's when I saw him...
Hell itself could not feel or look so evil, so hating. The creature stood up into the dust that was created from the explosion. The stench of pure hatred came from him. He turned to face Kurama and me. He seemed to only want to create pain and destruction. He began to walk toward us. The dust settled around his malicious corpse, the long black hair, the dark, unruly clothing, it could only belong to one type of evil, Karasu.
A/N: What did you think? The next chapter will be called Death's Presumption.