My memories grow clearer as time goes on for I have time to reflect upon them. I have perfected their voices and the feelings that I felt so that now I can tell the story perfectly. Now the story flows through my mind without hesitation or flaw.

Kurama was there when I awoke and so was Hiei, only he was off in the corner flipping through what looked like a photo album. I looked up and he smiled down at me causing a small twinge of guilt to poke at my heart…my slap mark was still there. "I'm glad your awake, I was beginning to worry you had gotten hurt or something." I felt him brush some of my hair out of my face and rub a spot on my head. "You took quite a fall, I didn't manage to catch you either, sorry." I shook my head and tried my best to smile at him, "No it's okay you tried and that's what counts."

"Why he would even try is beyond me. I would have let you dropped 20 ft and not done a thing after the way you've been whining."

Hiei was now standing next to Kurama looking down on me with disdain; it was obvious he didn't like me. Kurama looked up at him and playfully flicked his arm.

"No you wouldn't I know you better."

"Hn."

Color returned to my face as I recalled my latest discovery. They were in love with each other…

"Umm I hate to interrupt but about my last comment…uh…is it…you know?"

Kurama smiled at me with his sweet smile, and Hiei just blushed and walked over to the window. Talking wasn't his thing, I could tell, especially when it concerned personal matters.

"Yes Michi it's true. That's another thing I wish I had told you sooner."

"Oh I'm sorry. It's just that I really wanted to find out and-"

"You should be sorry! He's the one apologizing and you're the one snooping around his house and scaring the shit out of everybody."

Hiei was back next to Kurama; obviously ready to hand out some more guilt. I sighed then looked over to Kurama who was unknowingly rubbing his hand that was bandaged. I remembered hearing the glasses shatter in the kitchen. I suppose he had cut himself on the glass when he heard me scream. Yeah I was guilty now. I didn't realize at first that Kurama was talking to me, I was to busy thinking about how a nice guy would like Hiei.

"Michi!"

"Huh? What? Sorry I was a tad zoned."

He sighed and shook his head smiling like he always did.

"I said you promise to keep this secret?"

I looked at him in surprise. How could he doubt that I wouldn't stay true? Despite all we had been through just some little thing about being a demon wasn't going to change my mind. Though maybe little wasn't the best word to describe the situation…

"Of course I'll keep it Shu- er Kurama. I promise I'll stay true blue."

His eyes softened and he seemed to relax as he sat back into his chair, Hiei on the other hand was still eyeing me suspiciously.

"I won't tell Hiei," I repeated looking him straight on, "I'm better then that."

He looked me over and nodded his head, "Your something I'll say that."

As time goes on a person tends to revisit the past through memories they have held tight to them with an undying strength. When returning to the world of yesterday you find yourself wishing you had done something different said one thing, done another, the pattern goes on. But, if you are ever truly happy with a memory and find no change needed then at that moment in history you were living to your happiest moment, living in complete confidence of whom you are. If you can remember this moment know that you are very lucky.

Weeks went on and I kept the secret. Hiei hung around and went back to that earlier routine of following me when Kurama was busy. That was a hard part as well, Kurama. I was still new to the name but sometimes I found myself switching between them, for example: One day I was at school in the science lab when I accidently said, "Kurama would you pass the beaker please?" He gave me a very weary look and my hand went up to my mouth. Oops. Later at his house I was doing just fine in calling him Shuichi when as Ka-saan was giving us our drinks I messed up again. As she was about to leave I let out something stupid saying, "What about Hiei?" I could tell Hiei was about to wring my neck and Kurama was mentally slapping himself on the forehead. Other then that things went well and Hiei started to like me more. Now instead of calling me "annoying bitch," or, "little wench," he started calling me "stupid girl." He was becoming such a regular part of my life that I even caught myself referring to him as my friend, I didn't tell him though. That would've really bothered him.

My world had been perfect, but alas nothing lasts forever. It was a beautiful Friday and Kurama's parents had gone to visit relatives so he had the house all to himself. I was going to come over to his house after school and Hiei would come later (Koenma had a small job for him to do so he would show up around 6) and then after dinner we would do whatever we could think of. On the way home from school we walked slowly me watching the sky, Kurama thinking yet stopping me from walking into anything. Pretty soon we were at his house and we walked in. Kurama went upstairs after I volunteered to do the tea, as a way to make up for him cutting his hand last time he tried to.

I remember hunting through the closet and finding a box of tea bags that had a rosey smell. I pulled the box out and breathed in the aroma, it really was a beautiful smell. I then looked through the cupoard and pulled out a pale green teapot. I began to fill the pot with water, thinking about something silly like school or books, when the house suddenly grew very cold. A weird kind of cold though, not like the kind where you simply pull on a coat and light a fire, but a kind that pierced through your entire body. A kind of cold that made you think of death, lonlieness, tears. One that made you think you would never be happy again. I dropped the teapot as I fell to the ground, letting the cold darkness take me over.

I awoke some hours later to find the evening sky stretching over the city. I blinked then realized I was lying on Kurama's kitchen floor looking out the bay window. Slowly I sat up giving a small cry of pain when my back throbbed with aching pains. 'How hard did I fall?' I asked myself as I carefully pulled myself up to stand. 'Maybe Kurama can take a look at this…' then the thought ocrrured and I hit myself over the head for being so stupid. What about Kurama? Was he okay? Did he feel that gust of heart wrenching cold like I had? I began to call out to him, "Kurama! Are you here? Kurama!" I summoned my strength and my way up the stairs holding onto the handrail for dear life.

After what seemed like an eternity I finally made it up the stairs. From there I could see his door looking like it always did nothing out of the ordinary…but the house was so quiet. No music, no scratching of pens on paper, no soft humming of tunes I had never heard, just eerie quiet. The quiet that said I was all alone.

I couldn't take it! I forgot about my pain and my hurt and ran to the door, flinging it open to see a scene that even now scares me. Blood. Broken glass. And no Kurama. The large window in his room was shattered into millions of pieces, his school books were lying ripped and torn on the floor and there were blood stains on the floor. My knees began shaking and suddenly I felt my heart stop. What had happened? Where was he? Tears came to my eyes gently dripping down my face and swiftly falling to the ground. Kurama…my friend… my best friend… I fell to my knees as sobs wracked my body. I was so distraught I didn't even notice the shard of glass digging into my knee. The evening sun began to set and with it came my cries for Kurama.