Chapter 3 of A Tribute. This one's to Hiei.
I labeled the characters as "ours" because as we write about them, we don't mean to, but we mold them. In no way do I own the characters, I am just saying "ours" to the characters we have created based off of the Togashi-sensei's.
A Tribute
OUR HIEIS
With a slash of the sword he came into our lives.
The petite figure cloaked in black with an unreadable expression who seemed to shut out the world with his icy glare. It was that glare and glow from his third eye that drew us in. It was his quiet, cold demeanor that made us question him.
He came to us a broken soul from a terrible, horrible, lonely past that makes us cry and with no thought for the future but the moment he lived. It was up to us to shape him, mold him to give him what he didn't know he was missing. We gave him friends.
We followed him on journeys he was forced to take, searching for teargems and a sister, helping him on his way to see what he was looking for in his soul. We thought we could only help him, guiding him on his travels with our pens and computers. But it was our path as well.
We peeled his layers of hate, just to see what we could find. But never could find what we were looking for. We continued to peel, digging further and further until we found his core. We found emotions we thought he couldn't have, feelings that seemed impossible to him. We gave him a tree and a branch to sit in and contemplate these things and settle his soul. But it never settled.
We threw a special fox boy in his path, which led him to a detective and idiot, we hoped they could draw out the feelings we could not. We bombarded him with insults and jokes for his short stature and Evil Eye, and gave him tears and laughter he didn't know possible. We allowed his new friends to bring him from the dark he had strayed so far into.
We gave him Our Yusukes and Our Kuwabaras and Our Kuramas to tease and laugh at him. And just when we thought he couldn't take it anymore we let him escape to his little tree only until Our Botans would call him back with her whistle. We let him be angry, letting it only show in his eyes and fist. We let him be arrogant, with only a smirk and a 'hn'. We let his rage for what he believed in him consume and blind him only to lead to his victory.
We know how he suffered, how his thoughts clouded his mind and we cried for him when he could not. We felt his pain and wounds, yet still stood by him to cheer him on. We rejoiced for every injury and slash he caused with his faithful katana.
He still continued to confuse us and dare us with his crimson eyes to try and see into his soul. We took his challenge. He brought us happiness in a simple way when he admitted the others as friends. He was our work, our joy, our everything imagined. He was ours and not. He was his own and we allowed it. We envied his strength he wasn't afraid to show and his weakness he tried to hide.
When we knew the pressure was too much, we fought it off for him and with him. When he broke inside we cried for him and the tears he wouldn't shed. When he smirked, we smiled back. He took us for a rollarcoaster for power when he realized the only thing he needed he had right in front of him.
But before we could tell him "ha, we told you so" he vanished in a black blur.
Thanks badass.
If I get some nice reviews, next one's Kurama