~Third Person Omniscient~
Kurama kissed his mother goodbye, knowing that it was the last time he'd see her, knowing that she'd survive fine without him. He'd only caused heartache for her anyways. He knelt by his half-brother's bedside, taking his soft features all in. These people, his family, the ones who raised him and loved him, he was abandoning them for a silly quest to find Hiei. Hiei. He didn't even show care or love for Kurama. "Why did I even bother?" Kurama wondered. "At least I'm going to try. I'm willing to give up everything, just to see his ornery face again."
Walking down the streets of Ningenkai, Hiei felt crosser and colder than ever. He hated the sight of happy people strolling leisurely on the same sidewalk as him, and he despised the sight of lovers exchanging kisses even more. "Hn." He sneered as he pushed a couple aside. Every time he glanced a pair exchanging affections for each other, he touched his own lips, imagining how they would feel against someone else's. He stared at his own hands, wondering if they had been in good use all this time, or had they been wasted on killing. He sighed to himself, pulling his black cloak closer to his body, sinking further away from the humans, lonely and longing for something.
Determined to find Hiei and declare his heart, Kurama crossed the border between Makai and Nigenkai, hoping to catch Hiei on the patrol. Unfortunately, Hiei was in Ningenkai, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kurama. The only person on patrol was Mukuro, who wasn't very fond of ningens, or Kurama for that matter. Spotting him, she immediately thought he was a human, yet his features were oddly familiar to her. Seeing that this was the kitsune that caused her Hiei so much stress, and heartache, she attacked him. Unaware and unprepared, Kurama took the Youki blast with his chest. It nearly blew a hole through his handsome body, but his love and stubbornness kept him alive.
"P-please, M-m-Mukuro, w-w-where's Hiei?" He sputtered blood as he struggled to speak. Mukuro, although cruel sometimes, felt her cold heart touched as well.
"He's not here." She finally responded, quickly glancing at the faint half-demon lying on the ground.
"W-where is he?" Kurama whispered, each word exerted too much energy.
"In Ningenkai." Mukuro swung around and left.
"W-why?" Kurama muttered again, his eyes closed, not noticing that Mukuro had already left.
"You there!" A man waved a stick at Hiei. "You look suspicious! What are you little thing doing out here in the middle of the night?"
"Hn. Dumb ass. Wouldn't you like to know." Hiei sneered and turned to continue walking.
"Don't give me that sass young man!" The patronizing adult called again, only to be struck down by Hiei's harsh words.
"My best friend is gone! I have to find him, so if you don't want to see me here, I'll gladly take out your eyes." Hiei snapped as the man retreated. "Why did I just tell him that?" He wondered to himself.
Hours passed. Kurama's condition worsened. He was delirious, imagining things that weren't there. He called out in his subconscious state crazy things, yet no one heard him.
"Shoiri! I s-should h-have l-listened to you. I'm sorry." Tears flowed down Kurama's eyes, as he squeezed them tight. "Hiei, wherever you are, I miss you, good-bye." He sighed wearily. 'Twas the end.
The shops closed their bright lights, and the people on the streets dwindled, however, our fire demon still remained. He scanned the surroundings speedily, nothing escaping his eagle eyes. Zooming about, he searched every inch of the town, not finding what he was looking for.
"Where are you Kurama?" He threw his hands up in the air, giving up.
Kurama kissed his mother goodbye, knowing that it was the last time he'd see her, knowing that she'd survive fine without him. He'd only caused heartache for her anyways. He knelt by his half-brother's bedside, taking his soft features all in. These people, his family, the ones who raised him and loved him, he was abandoning them for a silly quest to find Hiei. Hiei. He didn't even show care or love for Kurama. "Why did I even bother?" Kurama wondered. "At least I'm going to try. I'm willing to give up everything, just to see his ornery face again."
Walking down the streets of Ningenkai, Hiei felt crosser and colder than ever. He hated the sight of happy people strolling leisurely on the same sidewalk as him, and he despised the sight of lovers exchanging kisses even more. "Hn." He sneered as he pushed a couple aside. Every time he glanced a pair exchanging affections for each other, he touched his own lips, imagining how they would feel against someone else's. He stared at his own hands, wondering if they had been in good use all this time, or had they been wasted on killing. He sighed to himself, pulling his black cloak closer to his body, sinking further away from the humans, lonely and longing for something.
Determined to find Hiei and declare his heart, Kurama crossed the border between Makai and Nigenkai, hoping to catch Hiei on the patrol. Unfortunately, Hiei was in Ningenkai, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kurama. The only person on patrol was Mukuro, who wasn't very fond of ningens, or Kurama for that matter. Spotting him, she immediately thought he was a human, yet his features were oddly familiar to her. Seeing that this was the kitsune that caused her Hiei so much stress, and heartache, she attacked him. Unaware and unprepared, Kurama took the Youki blast with his chest. It nearly blew a hole through his handsome body, but his love and stubbornness kept him alive.
"P-please, M-m-Mukuro, w-w-where's Hiei?" He sputtered blood as he struggled to speak. Mukuro, although cruel sometimes, felt her cold heart touched as well.
"He's not here." She finally responded, quickly glancing at the faint half-demon lying on the ground.
"W-where is he?" Kurama whispered, each word exerted too much energy.
"In Ningenkai." Mukuro swung around and left.
"W-why?" Kurama muttered again, his eyes closed, not noticing that Mukuro had already left.
"You there!" A man waved a stick at Hiei. "You look suspicious! What are you little thing doing out here in the middle of the night?"
"Hn. Dumb ass. Wouldn't you like to know." Hiei sneered and turned to continue walking.
"Don't give me that sass young man!" The patronizing adult called again, only to be struck down by Hiei's harsh words.
"My best friend is gone! I have to find him, so if you don't want to see me here, I'll gladly take out your eyes." Hiei snapped as the man retreated. "Why did I just tell him that?" He wondered to himself.
Hours passed. Kurama's condition worsened. He was delirious, imagining things that weren't there. He called out in his subconscious state crazy things, yet no one heard him.
"Shoiri! I s-should h-have l-listened to you. I'm sorry." Tears flowed down Kurama's eyes, as he squeezed them tight. "Hiei, wherever you are, I miss you, good-bye." He sighed wearily. 'Twas the end.
The shops closed their bright lights, and the people on the streets dwindled, however, our fire demon still remained. He scanned the surroundings speedily, nothing escaping his eagle eyes. Zooming about, he searched every inch of the town, not finding what he was looking for.
"Where are you Kurama?" He threw his hands up in the air, giving up.