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Chapter One: Poems

Kurama ran into his room, he walked over to his desk and began sortin through papers. 'I know it's here somewhere!' He thought, pushing some papers aside. He smiled at a picture of his friends; Yusuke and Kuwabara were smiling, while Hiei had his usual grumpy look plastered across his face. He picked up the framed picture and turned it over, opening the frame he pulled out a smaller picture. This one had only Hiei on it. Hiei was smiling happily and the sun was setting behind him. Kurama closed the frame and put the picture back onto his desk.

"Where did I put that damn poem!" Kurama exclaimed, " I need that thing for tomorrow!" Frustrated, he threw the papers onto the ground and sat down. "Great...Now I have to write a new one!" Kurama pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil, then he began to re-write what he remembered of the poem he had written. As he continued to write things on the paper he recited them in his head hoping it would make sence.

"Fox!" Kurama jumped at the sudden noise.

"Hello Hiei" Kurama turned to look at the little fire demon. Hiei was staring down at the paper infront of Kurama.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the sheet of paper.

"I have to write a poem...It's worth quite alot of marks and I'm having trouble writting it" Kurama replied sighing.

Tell me what a poem is...Maybe I can help" Kurama looked at Hiei oddle, but did as he had asked. "I see... It seems a bit complicated..."

Kurama laughed, "It's not complicated, but it can be hard to do" Hiei smirked.

Well that means that this might be a challenge... Ok, I'm helping whether you like it or not" Hiei stated firmly.

"Ok," Kurama smiled, "Let's start then!" Kurama took out another piece of paper and began to think, Hiei muttered something under his breath, "What was that?"

"I turn my head without a choice..." hiei repeated, "to the sound of my fathers voice"

Kurama looked at Hiei and smiled happily, "That's perfect for the first line! Thanks Hiei"

"Hn" Kurama laughed and quickly jotted down what Hiei had said.

Kurama sat in class the next day, carefuly listening to his classmates' poems. As he listened to one written by a girl named: Emerald, he began to think of Hiei. He smiled and appauded her once she was finished.

"Shuuichi, it's your turn" Kurama nodded towards his teacher and walked to the front of the class. The girls stared at him dreamily, while the guys fiddled with thier erasers or pencils. Kurama sighed then began.

"I turn my head without a choice..." Kurama began remembering the way Hiei had said it, "To the sound of my father's voice" he looked around the room and noticed a boy in the back looking his way. "With a shock of pain, I start to hear the rain. As tears stream down my face, I begin to feel unwelcome in this place. I move from my seating, to run from my beating."He smiled slightly, remembering how all these words had com out of Hiei's mouth. "i reach the upper floors, and flee to the outdoors. Late at night, I can see the moon's light. Standing in it's gloomy rays, I decide to part ways. A person gives me a hateful glare, as I pull a rose out of my hair.I stare at it's gogeous petals, it's beauty overthrowing that of precious metals. As my story is being written, I fear I may still be smitten, and my ears may continue to ring, but hopefully not because of my fathers venemous sting." The class was silent as he took his seat.

Kurama opened his locker at the end of the day. 'What's this?' he thought pulling a red tose out of his locker; a small piece of paper was tied to the stem by a black ribbon, removing the ribbon he read what was written on the paper.

Shuuichi,
I love the way you great me
'Cause you always do it sweetly
I can picture your green eyes
As I look to the skies
When I see your red hair
I can't help but stare
Here I stand, ready to say
Words that have tormented me day by day
To my heart I must be true
Shuuichi, I love you
?

Kurama looked around half expecting to see a girl standing beside or behind him, but no one was there. He shrugged and put the poem in his pocket. Carrying the rose and his books, he began his walk home.

Kurama opened the door to the apartment he had recently bought. He entered the small house and closed the door behind him. As he walked into the kitchen he took out a tall, thin vase to put the rose in; he carried it into his room and placed it on his desk, he then put the poem in the top drawer.

Kurama awoke the next morning, he sat up in bed and looked out the window. A smile played upon his lips; it was snowing. Kurama left his bedroom and walked into the bathroom; he started up the shower, then stripped down and got in.

As Kurama took his shower Hiei entered the apartment. He took Kurama's keys from the table and left the apartment; he slowly walked down the stairs to Kurama's mailbox, he opened it up and took out a small amount of letters. Hiei grunted at the sight of a letter fromKurama's mother. He sighed and went back up the stairs into the apartment. He threw the letters onto the table, he then felt around inside his pocket, he pulled out a small envelope; hesitating slightly he put it on the table with all the other letters.

Kurama turned off the water to his shower; wrapping a towel around his waist, he let his foot touch the cold tiled floor. He looked at the fogged up mirror; wiping the mirror with his hand, Kurama was able to tel that his hair was going to be hell to brush. He sighed and left the bathroom; walking into his bedroom,Kurama began to get clothes out. Once he had finished that, he quickly brushed his hair, then went out into the kitchen.

Kurama jumped back in surprise, "Hiei...I didn't think you'd be here" he blinked a couple times just to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

"Hn" Hiei looked at him. "I brought you your mail, but there's something from your mother..." Kurama's eyes lit up, Christma was closing in fast and his mother would most likely want him to visit.

He picked up the pile of envelopes and went through them, "Hm...What's this?" Kurama plucked a specific letter from the pile; there was no address on it, all it said on it was: 'To Shuuichi Minamino' Kurama turned the letter over and opened it. AS he began to read the neatly pronted words his face took on an expression of confusion.

Dear Shuuichi
When I'm near you
My emotions try to break through
Whenever I hear your voice
I have to make aquick choice
I force my emotions back
So that my voice won't crack
I constantly try
Not to cry
For my emotions are ture
And my heart is singing for you
I really wish we could be
But youdon't love me
As the darkness enters the sky
I'll have to say good-bye
To all my emotion
before the comoton
Of love takes control
So while I'm on my stroll
I'll throw my emotions to the sky
And say good-bye
Love from?

Kurama sighed and sat down; he had no idea who that person could be! Little did he know; his poet was the little fire demon sat infront of him.