Hey! This is somewhat like Season II of He Never Understood. Some OC-or
whatever you call them- characters are introduced and more heart wrenching
moments. Enjoy!
Once again Kurama opened his eyes to a blurry white, sterile world. In the hospital again? He wondered groggily, still drugged and confused. The nightstand by his side had yet more cards piled upon it, wishing him a swift recovery.
"How long have I been here?" He muttered to himself, browsing through the cards and reading the messages of concern inside.
"Awake are we?" The plump-faced nurse smiled. "We've been worried about you, leaving the hospital like that." She shook her head. "Then we found you on the streets, unconscious, tears streaming down your cheeks. Strange. Well, I'm glad you're awake after these past two weeks. Your mother would be very happy this visit."
"She's coming to visit?"
"She's come everyday for two weeks now, for the same sorry hour, praying for a miracle to save her son." The nurse drew up the blinds. "It's almost time for her daily visit."
Kurama closed his eyes, his thick lashes fringed with tears. He didn't want to see Shiori, he knew seeing her would make him feel guilty again, guilty for being so weak and dependent on her, when he should be the strong one. He cursed the tears that wouldn't stop and vowed to seem perfectly happy during his time with his mother. He needed to stay strong for her, for the only reason he was needed in this sorry world. He sighed deeply, the ache in his throbbing heart overcoming the physical pain of his poorly attended wound. Struggling to stay awake for Shiori, Kurama found his eyelids heavy and his view hazy as he drifted off to sleep again. He had fought for quite some while, trying to keep his strength, to be strong again and push away those human needs, but he couldn't
Shiori entered the room minutes after Kurama dozed off. The nurse in the hallway had told her of a surprise, but upon seeing her slumbering son, the hopeful smile vanished off her face.
"Oh Shuuichi!" She cried as she rushed over to his side. She placed her face in his pale hand and sobbed. The noise and movements made Kurama shift and open his eyes. He glanced down at his mother, the poor woman he had caused so much trouble and was determined to make her happy again. There was nothing else to live for.
He squeezed her hand gently with all his remaining strength. As she lifted her teary eyes to meet his, he smiled, attempting to seem strong again.
"Hey." He forced his exhausted human body to sit up, pleasing Shiori tremendously. "Shuuichi!" She started to embrace him, then stopped. "You might be too weak."
"No mother, it's alright, I'm feeling much stronger now." He tried his hardest to smile like nothing was wrong. His mother, simple in her human ways pressed him tightly to herself.
"Oh Shuuichi, I'm so glad you're okay. Don't ever run from me again like that." She sighed contentedly and smoothed his tangled hair.
"I'll always protect you." He whispered.
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing." Kurama grinned nervously. Why did I say that? He wondered. It was true, but Shiori should never know that. He sighed again and tried to stay awake, listening to his excited mother talk about the happenings of the town.
"Bye! See you tomorrow, my son." Shiori blew him a kiss. "I love you!"
After she left, Kurama snuggled down into his covers to rest his worn out body. All that was on his mind was Hiei. He couldn't remember hearing him say good-bye, but his heart knew it was true. Perhaps it was time to move on, he thought. Perhaps I should stop blaming ourselves and concentrate on protecting the happiness of his mother. He touched his heart, where the wound was deepest, both emotionally and physically. He breathed many times, trying to retain the composure he was known for.
"With this life that I have left, with this power of mine that remains, I will protect you, Shiori." He muttered and wiped his eyes. No tears this time. "I won't succumb to pain anymore, I will take it all in. I won't run from the inevitable, I won't hope for the impossible. I will live in today, and live for today. No longer will I lament about what could have been, I will be content with my place in this world." He allowed one last solitary tear to fall from his handsome face.
"Perhaps I can divert this love, this pain in my heart towards something else, and make it into strength. I can forget and move on." He whispered to himself as he fell asleep again.
Season II! This one is going to cause some er, "uproar" in the readers. Grins evilly*
But don't worry; I love Kurama and Hiei together, so together they'll stay. But not in the way most people think.
Next episode: Introducing Yanagi
Once again Kurama opened his eyes to a blurry white, sterile world. In the hospital again? He wondered groggily, still drugged and confused. The nightstand by his side had yet more cards piled upon it, wishing him a swift recovery.
"How long have I been here?" He muttered to himself, browsing through the cards and reading the messages of concern inside.
"Awake are we?" The plump-faced nurse smiled. "We've been worried about you, leaving the hospital like that." She shook her head. "Then we found you on the streets, unconscious, tears streaming down your cheeks. Strange. Well, I'm glad you're awake after these past two weeks. Your mother would be very happy this visit."
"She's coming to visit?"
"She's come everyday for two weeks now, for the same sorry hour, praying for a miracle to save her son." The nurse drew up the blinds. "It's almost time for her daily visit."
Kurama closed his eyes, his thick lashes fringed with tears. He didn't want to see Shiori, he knew seeing her would make him feel guilty again, guilty for being so weak and dependent on her, when he should be the strong one. He cursed the tears that wouldn't stop and vowed to seem perfectly happy during his time with his mother. He needed to stay strong for her, for the only reason he was needed in this sorry world. He sighed deeply, the ache in his throbbing heart overcoming the physical pain of his poorly attended wound. Struggling to stay awake for Shiori, Kurama found his eyelids heavy and his view hazy as he drifted off to sleep again. He had fought for quite some while, trying to keep his strength, to be strong again and push away those human needs, but he couldn't
Shiori entered the room minutes after Kurama dozed off. The nurse in the hallway had told her of a surprise, but upon seeing her slumbering son, the hopeful smile vanished off her face.
"Oh Shuuichi!" She cried as she rushed over to his side. She placed her face in his pale hand and sobbed. The noise and movements made Kurama shift and open his eyes. He glanced down at his mother, the poor woman he had caused so much trouble and was determined to make her happy again. There was nothing else to live for.
He squeezed her hand gently with all his remaining strength. As she lifted her teary eyes to meet his, he smiled, attempting to seem strong again.
"Hey." He forced his exhausted human body to sit up, pleasing Shiori tremendously. "Shuuichi!" She started to embrace him, then stopped. "You might be too weak."
"No mother, it's alright, I'm feeling much stronger now." He tried his hardest to smile like nothing was wrong. His mother, simple in her human ways pressed him tightly to herself.
"Oh Shuuichi, I'm so glad you're okay. Don't ever run from me again like that." She sighed contentedly and smoothed his tangled hair.
"I'll always protect you." He whispered.
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing." Kurama grinned nervously. Why did I say that? He wondered. It was true, but Shiori should never know that. He sighed again and tried to stay awake, listening to his excited mother talk about the happenings of the town.
"Bye! See you tomorrow, my son." Shiori blew him a kiss. "I love you!"
After she left, Kurama snuggled down into his covers to rest his worn out body. All that was on his mind was Hiei. He couldn't remember hearing him say good-bye, but his heart knew it was true. Perhaps it was time to move on, he thought. Perhaps I should stop blaming ourselves and concentrate on protecting the happiness of his mother. He touched his heart, where the wound was deepest, both emotionally and physically. He breathed many times, trying to retain the composure he was known for.
"With this life that I have left, with this power of mine that remains, I will protect you, Shiori." He muttered and wiped his eyes. No tears this time. "I won't succumb to pain anymore, I will take it all in. I won't run from the inevitable, I won't hope for the impossible. I will live in today, and live for today. No longer will I lament about what could have been, I will be content with my place in this world." He allowed one last solitary tear to fall from his handsome face.
"Perhaps I can divert this love, this pain in my heart towards something else, and make it into strength. I can forget and move on." He whispered to himself as he fell asleep again.
Season II! This one is going to cause some er, "uproar" in the readers. Grins evilly*
But don't worry; I love Kurama and Hiei together, so together they'll stay. But not in the way most people think.
Next episode: Introducing Yanagi