Now here I am, managing to drag my lazy self up to update...geh, not in a talkative mood today...
Anyways, italics are flashbacks as usual.
Standard disclaimers apply because I'm too tired to protest the fact that I own it...not.
Foundations
Chapter 2: Nothing
Kurama jerked to reality with a horrified yelp. It took him a few minutes to realize that he is still in his own dwelling in Makai. Beside him, Hiei woke up and looked at Kurama with an annoyed but questioning and concerned look.
Silence reigned for a while, excluding the soft pants of him trying to calm his raging heart. As Kurama's fear and panic slowly wore off, so did Hiei's patience.
"Well?"
Kurama looked up, with his near composed mask back in place.
"Nothing. Nothing of importance."
Then, exhausted once more, he slumped back onto the makeshift bed and thankfully, fell into dreamless slumber.
Hiei however, stayed awake, looking at down at the slumbering fox human. Crimson tresses fell in silky waves across his face and past his shoulders. He looked exactly the same as he did years ago. Due to his demonic powers, Minamino Shuiichi's body and looks had been preserved to look exactly as he did at the age of 20. Previously smooth round cheeks had softly sharpened to give a more masculine look. His eyes still held most light, excluding the slight darkness that had been there since the day Shiori died.
It had been a quick, fast death. A deep stab into the heart and she fell. The youkai that killed her slumped onto the floor bare seconds later, an indiscernible mass of blood and bones. Then silence. A soft whine, and in a flash of silver, a silver fox was seen running off into the veils of darkening evening. Frantic, the rest had searched for him the entire night without much success.
It was Hiei who found him, soaked and miserable huddling at the root of the sakura tree beside his house.
"Hiei" Wet emeralds and crystalline moisture flowed down a broken face.
Despite himself, Hiei felt himself soften.
"Hn. Everyone's worried about you."
Kurama looked down, shoulders in a defeated miserable posture.
"I'm sorry."
An odd flush of sympathy washed over him and in an extremely rare display of emotion, Hiei pulled Kurama gently into a soft embrace.
Kurama remained unresponsive in his arms like a broken marionette, tears flowing unchecked, and seemingly unstoppable.
"I failed her."
Blinking, Hiei realized that his fingers were buried within Kurama's hair, feeling the softness of ruby strands. Kurama stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently, but never woke.
Once again, Hiei felt a soft flutter within his heart. He shook his head slightly, unable to comprehend it. Pushing away that foreign feeling and fear, he frowned at the possibility that it could have been love.
"Hiei…still awake?"
"Hn," he replied gruffly "How can I go back to sleep after being woken so abruptly?"
Kurama flushed and mumbled an apology.
"I'll just sleep outside tonight then."
He stood up and started to walk out when a callused hand grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back down. Losing his balance totally, Kurama fell and landed on top of Hiei. Lips pressed together as eyes widened, softened and closed.
Well...how was that? Boring? I'm trying to get to the point asap ok? A few more chappies and there'll be more action...hopefully.
Now...comment.