Disclaimer- Ummm YYH I owned it for a hour then I woke up. So it is no longer mine

Summary- time passes season

A refreshing cool breeze tickles the tongues of the talkers and whistles softly in the ears of those ordained to listen. A gentleman short on stature but mighty in presence makes his way through the crowded streets. His black cloak drawn in tightly around his neck as if not to let the simple diseases he calls the human race to penetrate his aura.

POV HIEI

"Hn" I scowl at the nearest homosapian. Three years past and still humans are the same, far to plentiful, annoying and their shrill voices all but make my ears want to bleed.

"Why am I even here?" I ask no one.

"That's why." No one answers.

I stop in my tracks. My breathing quickens and my heart starts to race. It's him. As I stood there at that moment it donned on me I never called his name in the past. He just always came, he was just always right there when I needed him. I open my mouth to cry out his name, but my throat won't produce a sound. I am forced to stand and watch him hoping he would sense me.

"Shuichi....Shuichi." A voice sings. "How sweet you waited for me. How long were you here?"

"Not long." He answers with a smile. "For you I would wait forever."

I would wait forever. I would wait forever. The words just tap danced with titantium cleats around in my mind. Each syllable tormenting me. What about me? I want to scream whilst I beat the shit out of him. Try as I might I couldn't control my emotions and my ki skyrockets. He spins around and our eyes meet for a split second. Before he can utter my name I am gone. I duck into an maintenance alley. He has all but forgotten me. I am no long in his mind. I am no longer in his heart. To him I am no more than a stupid conquest.

"Yoko you shall rue the day you carved my name in your headboard, I swear it." I say through grit teeth as my nails dig into my clenching fist.

Perfectly paced footsteps draw closer and soon the owner of said gait is in view.

"Kurama." I whisper to myself as I pull myself deeper into the shadows of the alley to allow my id gives my ego a superb mental lashing. I slide down the metal door into a grand heap. Throwing my head back a few times letting it slam against the cool steel. The hum and vibration flow through my skull like a demented lullaby.

"Damn. Damn. Damn. " I hiss in chorus.

I shake my head to dissipate the harmonious ringing in my brain. Reaching for the handle to steady myself, the door swings open knocking me forward. Without missing a single beat I am back on my feet and on the verge of killing what ever knocked me down.

"Tee Heee haaa, weeee" squeals the newly made platinum blonde as she swings from the door handle like a disorientated squirrel monkey. I straighten out my cloak and shake my head. I look beyond the young women who hasn't figured out the best way to leave is to actually let go of the handle.

"Fool" I mumble as I step around her and into a dimly lit room. It is filled with small square tables surrounded by chairs. The majority of the light seems to be coming from the center where one man is mixing and pouring bottles of liquid into very very small glasses. The place it self smelled pleasant, well as pleasant as any human filled place could smell, but the patrons reeked of fermented grains and fruits. I walked up the man I assumed who was in charge of the place just as I am about to sit down I see a small illumined sign that glowed in a sickly green letters 'Tavern'.

"What can I get ya fella" says a burly man sporting a white shirt that seemed to be wishing it was two sizes larger. I just stare. He turns around and cracks open a bottle filled with a brownish carmel colored liquid and pours it into a glass.

"Here," he says slamming down the glass in front of me, "You look like you need this."

I simply pick the glass up and sniff the contents. Once my nose stop burning from the smell I down the whole glass in one swig. 'Hot damn what the hell was that.' I scream mentally but mange utter a somber, "Hn."

I slam the glass back down and the stranger refills my glass. For a minute I debate whether or not I should drink........Five glasses later I was less bitter about my situation and heading out the door to Kurama house.

I stand in front of his residence looking in a dark bedroom window, he is not home yet. I shrug and attempt the window it is open. I see old habits are very hard to break. I slip in take off my boots and set my sword and cloak in the corner. I sit on the bed to wait for him. Unfortunately boredom strike me full force and I end up casually looking around inside his desk drawer. I happen to come across a stockpile of letters addressed to him, the faint aroma of perfume bellows through the stack. I read the first few tossing the others on the desk. After two minutes, I am unable to stomach page after page of love declarations, I pitch the whole mass into the trash.

"Hn little girl, the Fox shall be mine." I say as I reclaim my spot on his bed. "One way or another."

Id- in the mind there are three 'levels'. Ego, superego and id. Without going into detail right now (mainly because I can remember all of them) If the ego says, "I think I can fly if I just had the right equipment." then the superego would say, "I guarantee I can fly with the proper equipment no doubt."of course the ids reponse would be, "Why do I need equipment, hell I can fly right now."