Gabbi: *drooling profusely*
Kuroikami Kurama (black-haired Kurama): Inari, what is it?
Gabbi: looook…*shows him the TV guide*
Kurama: What? Who…?
Gabbi: Moron! That's Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, and Viggo Mortenson, TOTAL HOTTIES! Besides you, of course…
Kurama: I see…
Gabbi: …yessss…. ARGH! I am mad.
Kurama: What?
Gabbi: I despise all Mary Sue and CYOA fanfiction. Please join me as I oppose it by torturing Kurama, a bit of Hiei, and Frodo.
Kurama: Now, Gabbi, what had the Hobbits ever done to you?
Gabbi: Nothing. I will never post a CYOA or a Mary Sue fic for the rest of my life. NEVER!!!
Kurama: Reply to the reviews…
Gabbi: *hyperventelating* Before I finished, I figured I'd have at least a decent number of more chapters. This fic has not seemed to touch the subjects I really wanted to, as much as I love the way it is coming out. I love your reviews, you are keeping this fic up, not me. C-Kun said this should be the Epilogue but I said "No, C-Kun, this needs to get more into the subject before it can end." However, I think the ending shall be rather interesting.
Bleubell- Why you… I just e-mail you… screw it… but thanks for all your ideas!
Hiten-Chan- I am so sorry but my computer I a piece of crap that won't download them correctly =P maybe some other time I can see it… my mom got this Suncoast card now, so she will let me get more anime, maybe she'll let me get the anime… of course, this will be watched in Japanese for me XP
Princess Krystal01- I shall look into this song… wa!
Shaolin Zelda- Something told me I was to be hated by Hiei fangirls this chapter…
Yami's_Girl- I am glad that you enjoy this ^_^ I live to serve!
MoonGoddessKonoko- Why thank you ^_^ I enjoy the songs!
Kaya-Anna- *laughs* meh… I only did it twice within 14 days… lol… heheheheheheheh
Mocha cocoa- I really want to see you update! I love your fics A LOT! Anyways, thanks for the compliment! Finally, someone who can see the significance of Hiei's Death! Yay!
Kori- Meheheheheh… come now, I am getting sick of seeing the people kiss the dead bodies… Romeo and Juliet, multiple HieixKurama fanfics, Aragorn and Boromir… hold on, that was my Mom's idea ^^; you get the deal…
Dancer of Falling Rain- Aw, thank you so much! The mind of an angst author is so… depressed… meh…
Allie- lol, I love the Gothic Kurama myself… as for Karasu… I was considering him coming… but after awhile I thought "He's in almost every other YYH fic I wrote on accident… so maybe I won't…" so for the time being I don't think I'll put him in…
So that's it! W00t!
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Numb: I Can't Feel You There
Chapter 6: Metamorphosis, Paint it Black, Rolling Stones (Go British Invasion! =P)
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~*I see a red door and I want it painted black*~
Kurama stared at the dead body in his hands. He jumped up, scared to Death. Hiei was really dead. His temperature was already dropping. He stared at his hands and arms as if they were tainted. He ran.
He cried and ran harder. "What did I do?!" He clutched a tear gem Hiei had cried.
The whispers, the tears, the dying, the discovering, it all scared Kurama. This was something that had to be a permanent scar.
He stopped, staring at the doors of houses and windows; he wished them to be black.
Like his heart had become.
~*No colors anymore I want them to turn black*~
He didn't want this so-called 'hope'. He didn't want that word called 'sympathy'. He wanted to be 'alone'.
He wanted the world to be total darkness so he could finally breathe easy again.
~*I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes*~
Girls the age of his human form saw him and wanted to help him, but he ran. He ran as hard as he could. He wanted them to be black too.
He wanted to escape this world more than ever, but what Hiei said rang in his ears.
"I can't stand this…" Kurama whispered as he turned into an alley. He leaned against the brick wall.
"What's this?" a boy around 16 walked forward. "A Goth wanna-be?"
Kurama looked up. "Na…nani?"
"Hn," they grunted just like Hiei did. Kurama could see in the very little light that they were a full-fledge Goth. His hair was long and black with a few stray purple and green highlights. His fingers were stained with black paint, and they were noticeably sharp, like he took a pair of scissors and chopped off the sides of his nail. His clothes were very simple. He wore a loose-fitting black shirt that said in red letters "Shut Up" and long black pants that were very baggy. He wore big black army boots and black lipstick to finish his look.
~*I see a line of cars and they're all painted black*~
Kurama looked at the alley as an ambulance drove past. "Nothing gets passed you…"
"What's up with you? Just started to cut?"
Kurama stared at him. "How did you know?"
"Your cheek," he said. "Not many know that the wrist lets out the most blood when they first cut themselves. I'm Kuroibara."
"K…Kurama…" Kurama said, not thinking of his human name. "I'm sorry… I… a friend of mine just died in my arms and…"
"I see," Kuroibara said. "It's okay."
~*With flowers and my love both never to come back*~
Kurama felt through his hair and pulled a rose. It was black. He was a little shocked. "H-here…"
Kuroibara took the rose. "Why this?"
"I… I want… to…"
"You looking for a friend or something? Cuz I can help you and help you out with the Goth thing…"
He took Kurama's hand. "C'mon… I live alone. My parents left me. C'mon…"
~*I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day*~
They passed a crowd, the crowd only whispered. It felt common already.
They went to a small apartment.
"This is my house… come…" he said as he lead Kurama to the bathroom.
"First, I'm going to fix out your hair," Kuroibara said. He quickly got out some dye and dyed Kurama hair. Kurama looked up a few minutes later. He saw a head of raven black hair. He felt his fingers slightly. His hand was slightly full of black gunk.
"Okay," Kuroibara said. "Here you go…"
He handed Kurama some lipstick. "Go ahead."
Kurama painted his lips, slightly scared.
He stared at his new image. This was going to take awhile to get used to…
"Gimme your hand," Kuroibara said.
Kurama handed his right hand. "Why are you doing this for me?"
"I feel like helping someone like you…" he said as he took his scissors and clipped half of Kurama's nail.
Kurama screamed as the blood spurted from his finger.
~*I look inside myself and see my heart is black*~
He closed his eyes and all he saw was how dark his heart had become.
Kuroibara sharpened his nails like a fox or a cat. "It scares people…" he said.
His fingers still bled, but he was still dreaming.
~*I see my red door and it has been painted black*~
He imagined the door he saw painted black.
How strangely good that felt.
~*Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black*~
He prayed that he'd just fade from the world. Maybe this boy could help him.
"So he died?" Kuroibara whispered.
"Yes. Right in my arms," Kurama whispered.
"I see…" Kuroibara said.
~*No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you*~
"I could never think that such a thing could happen to him… he died… " Kurama whispered. "I never thought that that would happen…"
~*If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes*~
"People never think that when the people they care dies…" Kuroibara said.
"I hoped it was just a stupid joke and that he'd wake up and laugh… we'd laugh together and all… but no…"
"That's pretty sad…" Kuroibara said.
"What school do you go to?" Kurama changed the subject.
"Meiou," he said. "I'm the one that had the black uniform."
Kurama stared at him. "Really?"
~*I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes*~
"Yeah," he said. "It's a school day tomorrow, right?"
"Yes," Kurama answered.
"Wanna stay at my house?" Kuroibara asked.
Kurama blushed. "W-well…"
"It's fine with me. You fine with it?"
Kurama nodded. "Sure."
"Great! We can paint the town black!" Kuroibara joked.
Kurama nodded. 'Just like my heart…'
~*Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted, painted black*~
Kurama stood up. "Let's do it. I want to see this town brought into pain. I want them to burn. Everyone."
Kuroibara laughed. "Don't take it out on people… take it out on yourself…"
Kuroibara showed his arms. They had jagged scars up and down his arms in designs at some point.
Kurama nodded. "May… maybe I better just do that…"
Kuroibara handed him a razor. "Go ahead…"
He took one himself. "To a new friendship…"
They slashed.
Kurama winced. He cut really deep. Deeper than ever.
Kuroibara smiled. "Not bad for a first time…"
Kurama watched the blood flow. "I… I feel dizy…"
"After one cut?" Kuroibara asked.
"I.., I did have a blood transfusion…" Kurama whispered.
"How did you do that?"
~*Black as night, black as coal*~
"I just… got hurt… that's all…" Kurama mumbled.
"Really?" Kuroibara said. He towered over Kurama.
"What… what are you doing…"
Kuroibara took Kurama's head.
"Let go!" Kurama pulled away.
"Sorry… that was not intentional… if you don't want me to touch you like that… I won't," Kuroibara's voice trailed off. "You better get that cleaned. Self mutilation is a release… not some Death thing…"
"That's what it is to you?" Kurama asked.
"Well… yeah… I am here to piss people off… that's why I never killed myself…"
Kurama faced him. He sat down and ripped open the wound more.
"What are you doing?"
"I WANT TO DIE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT HIEI SAID!"
Kuroibara pulled his arm away. "Stop."
Kurama began to cry. "Dammit… I am too predictable…"
Kuroibara sighed. "You are really depressed, aren't you?"
"Yes," Kurama snapped. He laid down and cried.
"I don't want you to."
"Why?"
"I know who you really are. Shuichi Minamino. That great student. You are so happy at school… I know what you do. I heard your poetry and stuff… that's another reason why I live, Shuichi. I live for your writing as well."
"If you are hitting on me…" Kurama got up."
~*I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky*~
"…I'll just go…"
"I am not," Kuroibara snapped. "I hear good stuff from you. If you died I wouldn't get to hear any more poems. 'Sides, I just think of a mother I never had when I hear them…"
Kurama sighed. "Fine then… if staying here makes you happy…"
The blood still leaked slightly from his wrist.
He crawled to the rug outside the door and lay there.
Kuroibara stared at him. "What are we going to do with you… what is it that will make you happy? What is it that will make you smile again?"
He took a blanket and threw it on Kurama, and decided to continue his homework.
"I just want a friend… but he wants a savior…"
~*I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!*~
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Sorry it took so long to update! My parents were not letting me on for no reason… but here it is!
NEXT SONG: It's probably going to be Three Days Grace's I hate Everything About You.
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