Ah, here I am, writing, posting, and back! Yugijouoh returns (proud
supporter of Kurama/Hiei and the Oxford comma)!
Now before I start this off, let me just say that updates may not come as quickly as they have been recently. This is due to my brain.... Well, what I mean to say is, I've been watching a lot of television and reading more lately, LOL. But I'll try, I'll try.
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, Kurama, Hiei, a starfish, or a giant slingshot. :D But enjoy the fic anyway!
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Chapter One: To be followed.
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He gasped silently, squinting his eyes at the deep-red blood trickling down his unconscious comrade's arm and shoulder. But he quickly got over it and began to clean it up, and work on cleaning out all his partner's wounds. Truly, Kurama was lucky to be alive after the attack.
I should have acted sooner, Hiei thought to himself, as he silently strained to treat the injuries he could have prevented.
Why did he even come if not to prevent this sort of thing from happening? There was no other reason. He had accepted to grant a favor to Kurama and he failed. That was all there was to it. So Hiei concluded that the only thing to do at this point was clean up. And he did.
Hiei couldn't help but note how truly wrong Kurama looked covered with bruises and cuts. His flawless face now dripping blood, his hands showing all the signs of his struggle... Hiei averted his glance away from Kurama for a moment, then breathed in, sighed, and continued.
Just as Hiei gently touched Kurama's largest and most serious of wounds, the youko in human form's nose twitched just the slightest bit. But that soon lead to his eyes shooting open, his head lunging forward, and a small cry of pain escaping his lips. No other sound was heard after, as Kurama again shut his eyes and slowly rested his head back down on the grass. Hiei knew the pain must have been nearly unbearable.
"You should be able to move by tomorrow," Hiei commented, expecting no response whatsoever from Kurama. "But for now, you should just remain here."
"That doesn't sound... very safe, Hiei..." Kurama forced out with a shaky voice.
"I'll keep an eye or three out. Just rest," Hiei ordered in what he considered a 'nice way', and continued to fix up his friend.
Kurama tried desperately to relax, of course, that wasn't a very easy thing to accomplish when in dire pain, and not to mention when a persistent little fire demon insists on rubbing, washing, and wrapping every inch of your bloody, bruised carcass, which seemed to do no good whatsoever and instead was done with the sole intent to make you scream in agony. But Kurama knew better than that and suppressed his cries anyway.
"Thank you..." Kurama muttered, panting heavily.
"Stop talking and rest."
Kurama would have laughed if his ribs weren't broken.
Hiei shook his head and sighed when seeing Kurama crack a smile. What did he have to be so happy about? He nearly died! That was nothing to smile at. Or was it?
Meh, just happy to be breathing...
Hiei worked for a good couple of hours, tending to every wound, including those that were only minor scrapes. He was feeling guilty. Could he have only stood by and watched as Kurama was attacked? Why couldn't he have come to his aid sooner? A small cut felt just as painful to Hiei as the biggest gash.
The guilt-ridden half koorime gently turned the sleeping Kurama onto his side, and tentatively covered him with a blanket. Hiei then moved just a few feet away to a nearby tree. He took his seat, cleared his mind, and kept watch for anything that might be lurking around that night.
He remained that way for a good five hours, but ultimately ended up fading off to sleep, still clutching onto his sword and seeming alert in everyway—aside from being asleep, that is.
Later that morning, after the sun came up and the former youko thief awakened, he found himself feeling particularly chipper, and in an immense amount of pain, but still chipper nonetheless. It had puzzled even himself for a while, because obviously it hadn't been the best night.
He remained in his position, awake, unable to move much without the side effects the sheering pain of sprains, gashes, and countless bruises might have. But still, too happy to care.
Kurama was alive, and Hiei had decided to join him on his little quest after all.
Kurama bit his lip as he drifted into deep thought. He had to be careful. As soon as he healed they had to get back out. There wasn't much time and a setback like this could ruin the plan in its entirety.
The others could get to it first.
"Kurama...?" he heard Hiei call, along with his footsteps approaching.
Kurama turned and greeted Hiei with a smile.
"You're not dead.... That's good," Hiei commented, sitting down beside Kurama.
The redhead struggled to sit up, and after a very straining and nearly exhausting thirty seconds was able to be at eyelevel with Hiei—even a small accomplishment was good, though.
"It is. I really am feeling a lot better so I hope to get back on the move... tomorrow," Kurama said, checking himself over quickly as if he were weighing his statement's likeliness.
"You're still going after that-- ...well, whatever it is you're look for?"
"Yes," Kurama answered politely, gently tossing the blanket aside.
"But you're not going to try standing, right?"
Kurama contemplated for a moment.
"I guess I better not..." he answered sadly, shaking his head.
"Just take today easy, Kurama. Don't try any fancy, miraculous recoveries," Hiei ordered sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest as he shook his head in disapproval of Kurama's eager attitude.
He was disregarding his health, how odd. And Hiei only had the slightest inkling as to why: Kurama was looking for something. And that's all Hiei knew of it.
"Heh, you're not just going to sit around all day with me, are you Hiei?" Kurama asked curiously, aiming a look at his friend.
"No. I'm going to find a better place for us to stay while you're useless... and somewhere to wash your blood of my hands," Hiei muttered as he stood up and started off. "Oh, and if some demon comes around, just holler for me, I'll be nearby."
Kurama smiled to himself again.
Why is it Hiei can only be nice to me when I'm hurt...?
Kurama closed his eyes as he laid back down, greatly comforted in knowing that the rustle in the tress on that windless day, and that blur of black in the snow, really was Hiei, waiting to help, to aid, to protect... He was always following close behind, watching over him like a guardian.
And even after Hiei claimed to leave, he swore he could still feel his eyes watching...
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I apologize for this chapter's shortness... But please review! It's so encouraging and it really gets an author into a writing mood. cheesy smile
Now before I start this off, let me just say that updates may not come as quickly as they have been recently. This is due to my brain.... Well, what I mean to say is, I've been watching a lot of television and reading more lately, LOL. But I'll try, I'll try.
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, Kurama, Hiei, a starfish, or a giant slingshot. :D But enjoy the fic anyway!
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Chapter One: To be followed.
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He gasped silently, squinting his eyes at the deep-red blood trickling down his unconscious comrade's arm and shoulder. But he quickly got over it and began to clean it up, and work on cleaning out all his partner's wounds. Truly, Kurama was lucky to be alive after the attack.
I should have acted sooner, Hiei thought to himself, as he silently strained to treat the injuries he could have prevented.
Why did he even come if not to prevent this sort of thing from happening? There was no other reason. He had accepted to grant a favor to Kurama and he failed. That was all there was to it. So Hiei concluded that the only thing to do at this point was clean up. And he did.
Hiei couldn't help but note how truly wrong Kurama looked covered with bruises and cuts. His flawless face now dripping blood, his hands showing all the signs of his struggle... Hiei averted his glance away from Kurama for a moment, then breathed in, sighed, and continued.
Just as Hiei gently touched Kurama's largest and most serious of wounds, the youko in human form's nose twitched just the slightest bit. But that soon lead to his eyes shooting open, his head lunging forward, and a small cry of pain escaping his lips. No other sound was heard after, as Kurama again shut his eyes and slowly rested his head back down on the grass. Hiei knew the pain must have been nearly unbearable.
"You should be able to move by tomorrow," Hiei commented, expecting no response whatsoever from Kurama. "But for now, you should just remain here."
"That doesn't sound... very safe, Hiei..." Kurama forced out with a shaky voice.
"I'll keep an eye or three out. Just rest," Hiei ordered in what he considered a 'nice way', and continued to fix up his friend.
Kurama tried desperately to relax, of course, that wasn't a very easy thing to accomplish when in dire pain, and not to mention when a persistent little fire demon insists on rubbing, washing, and wrapping every inch of your bloody, bruised carcass, which seemed to do no good whatsoever and instead was done with the sole intent to make you scream in agony. But Kurama knew better than that and suppressed his cries anyway.
"Thank you..." Kurama muttered, panting heavily.
"Stop talking and rest."
Kurama would have laughed if his ribs weren't broken.
Hiei shook his head and sighed when seeing Kurama crack a smile. What did he have to be so happy about? He nearly died! That was nothing to smile at. Or was it?
Meh, just happy to be breathing...
Hiei worked for a good couple of hours, tending to every wound, including those that were only minor scrapes. He was feeling guilty. Could he have only stood by and watched as Kurama was attacked? Why couldn't he have come to his aid sooner? A small cut felt just as painful to Hiei as the biggest gash.
The guilt-ridden half koorime gently turned the sleeping Kurama onto his side, and tentatively covered him with a blanket. Hiei then moved just a few feet away to a nearby tree. He took his seat, cleared his mind, and kept watch for anything that might be lurking around that night.
He remained that way for a good five hours, but ultimately ended up fading off to sleep, still clutching onto his sword and seeming alert in everyway—aside from being asleep, that is.
Later that morning, after the sun came up and the former youko thief awakened, he found himself feeling particularly chipper, and in an immense amount of pain, but still chipper nonetheless. It had puzzled even himself for a while, because obviously it hadn't been the best night.
He remained in his position, awake, unable to move much without the side effects the sheering pain of sprains, gashes, and countless bruises might have. But still, too happy to care.
Kurama was alive, and Hiei had decided to join him on his little quest after all.
Kurama bit his lip as he drifted into deep thought. He had to be careful. As soon as he healed they had to get back out. There wasn't much time and a setback like this could ruin the plan in its entirety.
The others could get to it first.
"Kurama...?" he heard Hiei call, along with his footsteps approaching.
Kurama turned and greeted Hiei with a smile.
"You're not dead.... That's good," Hiei commented, sitting down beside Kurama.
The redhead struggled to sit up, and after a very straining and nearly exhausting thirty seconds was able to be at eyelevel with Hiei—even a small accomplishment was good, though.
"It is. I really am feeling a lot better so I hope to get back on the move... tomorrow," Kurama said, checking himself over quickly as if he were weighing his statement's likeliness.
"You're still going after that-- ...well, whatever it is you're look for?"
"Yes," Kurama answered politely, gently tossing the blanket aside.
"But you're not going to try standing, right?"
Kurama contemplated for a moment.
"I guess I better not..." he answered sadly, shaking his head.
"Just take today easy, Kurama. Don't try any fancy, miraculous recoveries," Hiei ordered sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest as he shook his head in disapproval of Kurama's eager attitude.
He was disregarding his health, how odd. And Hiei only had the slightest inkling as to why: Kurama was looking for something. And that's all Hiei knew of it.
"Heh, you're not just going to sit around all day with me, are you Hiei?" Kurama asked curiously, aiming a look at his friend.
"No. I'm going to find a better place for us to stay while you're useless... and somewhere to wash your blood of my hands," Hiei muttered as he stood up and started off. "Oh, and if some demon comes around, just holler for me, I'll be nearby."
Kurama smiled to himself again.
Why is it Hiei can only be nice to me when I'm hurt...?
Kurama closed his eyes as he laid back down, greatly comforted in knowing that the rustle in the tress on that windless day, and that blur of black in the snow, really was Hiei, waiting to help, to aid, to protect... He was always following close behind, watching over him like a guardian.
And even after Hiei claimed to leave, he swore he could still feel his eyes watching...
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I apologize for this chapter's shortness... But please review! It's so encouraging and it really gets an author into a writing mood. cheesy smile