Disclaimer: The same disclaimer still applies from Part I.
A/N: I should be doing my homework, but I keep thinking of this fanfic and I can't concentrate! I hope to keep posting more throughout the week, but as it's Homecoming week it'll be very busy! .
PART II: In My Dreams
(Kurama)
The whole night before I tossed and turned in my bed, wondering what I would say to Hiei when he arrived. It had been quite some time since I last talked with him. He would show up, and what if an uncomfortable silence filled the room? Or what if he was angry for interrupting him? It HAD been a long time since I last saw him.
During school the same ideas, and horrible scenes flashed through my mind. I couldn't concentrate on the lessons or listen to what the teacher was saying. My hands would shake and my skin took on a paler complexion that usual. At lunch time, I signed myself out of school saying that I felt extremely ill, which wasn't too much of a lie.
"Shuichi, are you all right? Did I give whatever illness I had to you?" asked my mother when I walked in. She rushed over to feel my forehead and lead me upstairs to my bedroom.
"I don't know, mother. I'm fine except I feel hot and then cold, but I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Don't worry too much; I just needed to come home to rest a little bit."
Sighing she said, "You overwork yourself, Shuichi. You could have what I had yesterday, but just promise me that you'll take it easy."
"Yes, mother. I will, thank you."
And she went off to make me soup.
Again, I was left with my thoughts. Doubt consumed my heart and I felt ready to throw up. I carefully slipped out of bed to look at my reflection in the mirror, and I wasn't surprised by what I saw.
My pale skin looked a little bit chalky, and my eyes looked a little weary, but there was a smallest trace of fear if you looked closely enough. My long red hair was a little from just lying on the pillow, but other than that I looked normal enough. To most people, I would look the same as always.
I could hear footsteps nearing the stairs, so I silently crawled back underneath my covers. As soon as I was settled Shiori lightly knocked and entered. The door slowly swung open as the picked up the tray of soup off of the ground from when she set it down to knock.
Steam rose from the bowl and the delicious aroma of miso soup gently wafted towards me and my stomach felt slightly less nauseous.
Shiori offered words of encouragement in hopes that I would continue eating. I had no objections; my stomach was settling. The warmth was getting to me and as the next spoonful of soup came closer I wearily closed my eyes and shook my head. I did not want anything more to eat.
She set down the tray on my dresser and told me that she would be back later before returning downstairs.
Just like the times before, my fears came to haunt me again. I feebly tried pushing them aside by remembering Hiei and I being together and fighting side by side.
Although my stomach ache had subsided, my heart ache grew stronger. I could not live without my pretty fire demon by my side. I needed his strong presence to make me feel secure or to send shivers up excitement up and down my spine. I wanted to stare into those dark crimson eyes and confess to him my love. But he could never accept it… So cold. So unemotional. So unlike myself.
I fell asleep with worry lines etching my face. His presence even haunted me in my dreams.
A/N: I should be doing my homework, but I keep thinking of this fanfic and I can't concentrate! I hope to keep posting more throughout the week, but as it's Homecoming week it'll be very busy! .
PART II: In My Dreams
(Kurama)
The whole night before I tossed and turned in my bed, wondering what I would say to Hiei when he arrived. It had been quite some time since I last talked with him. He would show up, and what if an uncomfortable silence filled the room? Or what if he was angry for interrupting him? It HAD been a long time since I last saw him.
During school the same ideas, and horrible scenes flashed through my mind. I couldn't concentrate on the lessons or listen to what the teacher was saying. My hands would shake and my skin took on a paler complexion that usual. At lunch time, I signed myself out of school saying that I felt extremely ill, which wasn't too much of a lie.
"Shuichi, are you all right? Did I give whatever illness I had to you?" asked my mother when I walked in. She rushed over to feel my forehead and lead me upstairs to my bedroom.
"I don't know, mother. I'm fine except I feel hot and then cold, but I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Don't worry too much; I just needed to come home to rest a little bit."
Sighing she said, "You overwork yourself, Shuichi. You could have what I had yesterday, but just promise me that you'll take it easy."
"Yes, mother. I will, thank you."
And she went off to make me soup.
Again, I was left with my thoughts. Doubt consumed my heart and I felt ready to throw up. I carefully slipped out of bed to look at my reflection in the mirror, and I wasn't surprised by what I saw.
My pale skin looked a little bit chalky, and my eyes looked a little weary, but there was a smallest trace of fear if you looked closely enough. My long red hair was a little from just lying on the pillow, but other than that I looked normal enough. To most people, I would look the same as always.
I could hear footsteps nearing the stairs, so I silently crawled back underneath my covers. As soon as I was settled Shiori lightly knocked and entered. The door slowly swung open as the picked up the tray of soup off of the ground from when she set it down to knock.
Steam rose from the bowl and the delicious aroma of miso soup gently wafted towards me and my stomach felt slightly less nauseous.
Shiori offered words of encouragement in hopes that I would continue eating. I had no objections; my stomach was settling. The warmth was getting to me and as the next spoonful of soup came closer I wearily closed my eyes and shook my head. I did not want anything more to eat.
She set down the tray on my dresser and told me that she would be back later before returning downstairs.
Just like the times before, my fears came to haunt me again. I feebly tried pushing them aside by remembering Hiei and I being together and fighting side by side.
Although my stomach ache had subsided, my heart ache grew stronger. I could not live without my pretty fire demon by my side. I needed his strong presence to make me feel secure or to send shivers up excitement up and down my spine. I wanted to stare into those dark crimson eyes and confess to him my love. But he could never accept it… So cold. So unemotional. So unlike myself.
I fell asleep with worry lines etching my face. His presence even haunted me in my dreams.