Dear Kuronue,
It's strange, in a way. At this point, the life we once had is only a distant memory, for me. I have a new appearance, a new family, new friends, and even a new lover. I have an entirely new life. And yet, I still find myself writing you this letter. Perhaps I am not as new and different as I would like to believe...
Or, maybe this piece of paper is a product of my wishful thinking. Despite it having been nearly 300 years since you left this world, sometimes I still find myself wishing for you. Being caged in a human body is not easy, for someone like me, and I sometimes find myself longing for the freedom we had. When I see silly little trinkets in ningen shops that are so much like the things we used to steal for fun, I can't help but be reminded of you.
My lover Hiei and I live a very content life now. To be honest, I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, since I'm not sure if you would be overjoyed or angered, if you knew. Somehow, though, I believe that knowing this would make you happy. I believe you would understand.
Despite this, I still occasionally find myself reminiscing about you. It's...shameful, in a way. I know that I should not cling to the past in the way that I do. I try to hide it away, I really do, but somehow what has happened always seems to come back into my thoughts. No other time was worse, though, than when a God of Meikai pretended to be you. His words twisted my heart in such a way that I felt I would suffocate in the horrible things that I had done. He told me that "you" were angry with me. That "you" believed that it was my fault you died. I know now that he was nothing but an impostor, but I can't help wondering if you feel the same way that he said you did.
If you do, let me just say this- you sacrificed yourself to let me live, and I am both eternally sorry and forever grateful for that. I may have Hiei now, and I will not hesitate to say that we are happy together, but there will always be a place in my heart reserved only for you.
To be honest, Kuronue, I am writing this more for my own consolation than yours. I know that you will never read this letter. This situation almost reminds me of the letters that small ningen children write to Santa Clause, letters that, only when they are older, will they know were never read. I am quite old enough, and I know that you will never know what this letter says, but I still take solace from what I have written here.
I need to forget about you, Kuronue. I don't want to brood over the past, and I have a feeling that you wouldn't want me to either. Nevertheless, your place in my heart cannot be completely erased. I can and will move on with my life, but I wanted you to know that I will never truly forget you.
Goodbye, Kuronue.
Love,
Kurama