Blink* blink* Kurama opened his eyes, expecting to meet Botan on her
oar, telling him he was dead, and all was over. Instead, a white metal bed
greeted him, smelling all sterile and clean. He rubbed his tired eyes and
blinked fast. The hospital? How'd he get here? A small vase of flowers
rested by his bed, and a few get well cards as well. How long had he laid
here, this large bandage across his chest?
"Get well my son." He read out loud from a card. Mother. His stomach tightened. What was everyone's reaction? Him sneaking out in the middle of the night, ending up with a huge hole blown out of his body. He shook his head.
"Awake are we?" A nurse greeted him as she redressed his bandages. "Tsk. Tsk. That's a nasty wound there. Remember how you got it?"
"Um, long story. How long have I been in here?" Kurama asked her.
"A week or so." An intercom interrupted them, and she went to pick it up. Coming back, she stared at him with an amused grin.
"What?"
"Funny. No one's ever allowed to visit the intensive care unit, but that was the doctor, saying let this guy in." She opened the door.
Kurama arched his neck to see who would enter, for he was so heavily injured, he couldn't bend his back. No one appeared at the doorway. All that was there was a package, wrapped in black cloth.
"What is this junk?" The nurse grumbled disapprovingly. "It's so unsanitary. I'm sorry, you can't touch it, for it surely belongs in the trash." She lifted a corner up, revealing a black cloak that Kurama recognized so well. Hiei! He reached for it, but the motherly nurse shook her head. "No way. You'll get infected for sure. What a lousy joke to play on you." She muttered as she disposed of it.
"Hiei. You didn't even bother coming to see me." Kurama whispered, his face shiny with tears. Soon, he fell asleep, comforted by his own sorrows, dreaming of when they'd meet again. Part of him was furious at Hiei, for not even caring, when he tried so hard to find him. Then, another part of him wondered what he was doing in Ningenkai that night. Could he have been searching for Kurama?
A figure slid into room, past the nurse, past everything with his incredible speed. Kurama stirred slightly, rubbing his cheek with his hand. Had it been his imagination, or did he feel a fiery hot kiss planted there. Forcing himself awake, he opened his eyes quickly. No one there. Yet he was sure he felt those soft lips, cool upon his burning flesh, yet leaving a flaming sensation. The spot still tingled, and he smiled, his hand still upon his cheek. Hiei had come.
Near the window, behind the heavy curtains, Hiei rested in the branches of the familiar tree, where he had sat for the past week, hoping Kurama would recover. Once he saw that his love was conscious once again, he sent his regards, as quickly as possible. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. If only he had remained on guard duty in Makai that night.
"Silly Kurama, why did you have to go search for me? Could it be that you weren't so turned down by my rudeness?" Hiei muttered to himself, throwing sticks and rocks at the humans below. He had returned to Makai, heavy hearted, not having seen a trace of Kurama. Mukuro waited for him as usual, yet with a grim face.
"Your friend was here." She mumbled, not looking him in the face.
"Hn?" Hiei wondered what she could be talking about.
"You know. The red haired one."
"Kurama?"
"Yeah."
"Where is he now?" Hiei demanded, annoyed at her reluctance.
"Oh maybe still by the border." Mukuro seemed nervous.
"Let's go get him woman!" Hiei nearly flew to the border. Something red, very red caught his eye. On the ground, lay his lovely Kurama, his hair red, his whole body soaked red from his blood.
"What happened Mukuro?" Hiei grabbed her throat, well aware that she was much stronger than he.
She didn't fight back, just sighed, "I don't know."
"Don't lie to me!" Hiei snarled angrily. Fear flashed in Mukuro's eyes.
"I thought he was an idiot walking into Makai, it was not until it was too late that I realized it was him." She lied.
"Y-y-you!" Hiei gritted his teeth, but didn't say anything else.
"Are you all right?" Mukuro asked gently, noticing the tears in his eyes.
"No! Go!" Hiei didn't turn around as he pointed for her to leave. Sensing something, she hurried away.
"Kurama." Hiei stroked the bloody hair of his best friend. "I'll save you yet."
In Ningenkai, Hiei was greeted with odd stares as he carried the battered Kurama into the hospital. Short in stature, and irritated at face, it appeared odd for him to be carrying a sword.
"Um, how did this wound come to be, sir?" The receptionist asked timidly.
"I don't know. Just cure him the human way, ok?" He snapped back, ready to leave.
"And you are?"
"Just a friend."
Sniff* Kurama took a long whiff of fresh air. Finally allowed to rest in a regular room, he opened the windows and enjoyed everything. Still wondering how he got in the hospital, but he suspected Mukuro brought him here, for she could not let him just die on her hands.
"Oh Shuuichi!" Shiori entered the room, her arms outstretched. She embraced Kurama tenderly, making sure not to touch his wounds.
"Mother!" Kurama grinned.
"Oh darling, how did this happen to you? What were you doing out in the middle of the night?" Shiori asked.
"I-I." Kurama didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her the truth, not did he wish to lie to her. "I went looking for someone, and I got attacked on the way." That was the closest to the truth he could say.
"Oh dear, don't ever run from my side again." As they talked, Hiei, looked on from out the window.
"Damn it. I know that fool will stay forever in Ningenkai now." A rogue tear escaped from his eyes.
"Bye Shuuichi." Shiori patted his head, and gazed lovingly at his sleeping figure.
Again Kurama felt the hot kiss upon his cheek, this time it was done more passionately, as if it were the last time. He woke up in a flash and left his bedside. Sensing Hiei's spirit, he slipped out the window, ignoring the pain in his chest. The bandages, poorly wrapped, unraveled to reveal a still bloody gash. Hiei noticed all this, yet said nothing. He watched as Kurama stumbled around, in his hospital robes, looking for him. He strained against walking up to Kurama and saying, "Here I am." He knew Kurama's decision and didn't want to interfere.
"Kurama, that was my good-bye." Hiei whispered and shook his head. In Makai, when he carried Kurama to the hospital, he told him that he loved him forever.
"Kurama, eien ni aisiteiru.itsumademo." Hiei repeated those words to himself, and added. "Arigatou."
"Hiei?" Kurama whirled around, his senses still quite sharp.
Hiei sped away to the top of another building, hiding. He felt a twinge in his heart as Kurama scoured the streets, searching for someone who wished not to be found.
"Are you okay?" A man asked Kurama, noticing the large gash on his chest.
"I'm fine." Kurama sputtered back. In reality, the pain was killing him, but the ache in his heart hurt more.
"Good bye Kurama." Hiei whispered as he left for good.
"H-hiei? Wh-where are you?" Kurama staggered and collapsed, his breathing heavy, his bandages all unraveled. "Watashi wa anata wo aisiteiru!" He fell, and struggled to stand. "Do you hear me Hiei?" He yelled with all his remaining strength. "I know you are there."
"I heard." Hiei jumped back down, as Kurama lapsed into unconsciousness again. He covered the poor kitsune with hot kisses and bathed him in his salty tears. "But I have to leave. You know I do. And you have your own place in this world too."
"Mm." Kurama stirred as Hiei left, trying not to look back.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this." Hiei shook his head.
He could imagine Kurama, intelligent, reasonable, and calm in his head. "Hiei, it was great while it lasted. Not everything is forever, but we are. Remember that. Forever in my heart, there'll be a section reserved for that sarcastic, cynical fire demon. Even if I love someone else, I'll never love him or her as much as you. You know that."
"I do. I agree." Hiei found no other words to say.
"Get well my son." He read out loud from a card. Mother. His stomach tightened. What was everyone's reaction? Him sneaking out in the middle of the night, ending up with a huge hole blown out of his body. He shook his head.
"Awake are we?" A nurse greeted him as she redressed his bandages. "Tsk. Tsk. That's a nasty wound there. Remember how you got it?"
"Um, long story. How long have I been in here?" Kurama asked her.
"A week or so." An intercom interrupted them, and she went to pick it up. Coming back, she stared at him with an amused grin.
"What?"
"Funny. No one's ever allowed to visit the intensive care unit, but that was the doctor, saying let this guy in." She opened the door.
Kurama arched his neck to see who would enter, for he was so heavily injured, he couldn't bend his back. No one appeared at the doorway. All that was there was a package, wrapped in black cloth.
"What is this junk?" The nurse grumbled disapprovingly. "It's so unsanitary. I'm sorry, you can't touch it, for it surely belongs in the trash." She lifted a corner up, revealing a black cloak that Kurama recognized so well. Hiei! He reached for it, but the motherly nurse shook her head. "No way. You'll get infected for sure. What a lousy joke to play on you." She muttered as she disposed of it.
"Hiei. You didn't even bother coming to see me." Kurama whispered, his face shiny with tears. Soon, he fell asleep, comforted by his own sorrows, dreaming of when they'd meet again. Part of him was furious at Hiei, for not even caring, when he tried so hard to find him. Then, another part of him wondered what he was doing in Ningenkai that night. Could he have been searching for Kurama?
A figure slid into room, past the nurse, past everything with his incredible speed. Kurama stirred slightly, rubbing his cheek with his hand. Had it been his imagination, or did he feel a fiery hot kiss planted there. Forcing himself awake, he opened his eyes quickly. No one there. Yet he was sure he felt those soft lips, cool upon his burning flesh, yet leaving a flaming sensation. The spot still tingled, and he smiled, his hand still upon his cheek. Hiei had come.
Near the window, behind the heavy curtains, Hiei rested in the branches of the familiar tree, where he had sat for the past week, hoping Kurama would recover. Once he saw that his love was conscious once again, he sent his regards, as quickly as possible. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. If only he had remained on guard duty in Makai that night.
"Silly Kurama, why did you have to go search for me? Could it be that you weren't so turned down by my rudeness?" Hiei muttered to himself, throwing sticks and rocks at the humans below. He had returned to Makai, heavy hearted, not having seen a trace of Kurama. Mukuro waited for him as usual, yet with a grim face.
"Your friend was here." She mumbled, not looking him in the face.
"Hn?" Hiei wondered what she could be talking about.
"You know. The red haired one."
"Kurama?"
"Yeah."
"Where is he now?" Hiei demanded, annoyed at her reluctance.
"Oh maybe still by the border." Mukuro seemed nervous.
"Let's go get him woman!" Hiei nearly flew to the border. Something red, very red caught his eye. On the ground, lay his lovely Kurama, his hair red, his whole body soaked red from his blood.
"What happened Mukuro?" Hiei grabbed her throat, well aware that she was much stronger than he.
She didn't fight back, just sighed, "I don't know."
"Don't lie to me!" Hiei snarled angrily. Fear flashed in Mukuro's eyes.
"I thought he was an idiot walking into Makai, it was not until it was too late that I realized it was him." She lied.
"Y-y-you!" Hiei gritted his teeth, but didn't say anything else.
"Are you all right?" Mukuro asked gently, noticing the tears in his eyes.
"No! Go!" Hiei didn't turn around as he pointed for her to leave. Sensing something, she hurried away.
"Kurama." Hiei stroked the bloody hair of his best friend. "I'll save you yet."
In Ningenkai, Hiei was greeted with odd stares as he carried the battered Kurama into the hospital. Short in stature, and irritated at face, it appeared odd for him to be carrying a sword.
"Um, how did this wound come to be, sir?" The receptionist asked timidly.
"I don't know. Just cure him the human way, ok?" He snapped back, ready to leave.
"And you are?"
"Just a friend."
Sniff* Kurama took a long whiff of fresh air. Finally allowed to rest in a regular room, he opened the windows and enjoyed everything. Still wondering how he got in the hospital, but he suspected Mukuro brought him here, for she could not let him just die on her hands.
"Oh Shuuichi!" Shiori entered the room, her arms outstretched. She embraced Kurama tenderly, making sure not to touch his wounds.
"Mother!" Kurama grinned.
"Oh darling, how did this happen to you? What were you doing out in the middle of the night?" Shiori asked.
"I-I." Kurama didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her the truth, not did he wish to lie to her. "I went looking for someone, and I got attacked on the way." That was the closest to the truth he could say.
"Oh dear, don't ever run from my side again." As they talked, Hiei, looked on from out the window.
"Damn it. I know that fool will stay forever in Ningenkai now." A rogue tear escaped from his eyes.
"Bye Shuuichi." Shiori patted his head, and gazed lovingly at his sleeping figure.
Again Kurama felt the hot kiss upon his cheek, this time it was done more passionately, as if it were the last time. He woke up in a flash and left his bedside. Sensing Hiei's spirit, he slipped out the window, ignoring the pain in his chest. The bandages, poorly wrapped, unraveled to reveal a still bloody gash. Hiei noticed all this, yet said nothing. He watched as Kurama stumbled around, in his hospital robes, looking for him. He strained against walking up to Kurama and saying, "Here I am." He knew Kurama's decision and didn't want to interfere.
"Kurama, that was my good-bye." Hiei whispered and shook his head. In Makai, when he carried Kurama to the hospital, he told him that he loved him forever.
"Kurama, eien ni aisiteiru.itsumademo." Hiei repeated those words to himself, and added. "Arigatou."
"Hiei?" Kurama whirled around, his senses still quite sharp.
Hiei sped away to the top of another building, hiding. He felt a twinge in his heart as Kurama scoured the streets, searching for someone who wished not to be found.
"Are you okay?" A man asked Kurama, noticing the large gash on his chest.
"I'm fine." Kurama sputtered back. In reality, the pain was killing him, but the ache in his heart hurt more.
"Good bye Kurama." Hiei whispered as he left for good.
"H-hiei? Wh-where are you?" Kurama staggered and collapsed, his breathing heavy, his bandages all unraveled. "Watashi wa anata wo aisiteiru!" He fell, and struggled to stand. "Do you hear me Hiei?" He yelled with all his remaining strength. "I know you are there."
"I heard." Hiei jumped back down, as Kurama lapsed into unconsciousness again. He covered the poor kitsune with hot kisses and bathed him in his salty tears. "But I have to leave. You know I do. And you have your own place in this world too."
"Mm." Kurama stirred as Hiei left, trying not to look back.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this." Hiei shook his head.
He could imagine Kurama, intelligent, reasonable, and calm in his head. "Hiei, it was great while it lasted. Not everything is forever, but we are. Remember that. Forever in my heart, there'll be a section reserved for that sarcastic, cynical fire demon. Even if I love someone else, I'll never love him or her as much as you. You know that."
"I do. I agree." Hiei found no other words to say.