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'Bame: Neither Peach nor I own Yuu Yuu Hakusho. Sad, isn't it?
X x original idea: Peach x X x writing: 'Bame x X
"Oh, look at the flowers! Your roses are always so lovely, Shuuichi." Kurama's mother bent down to cup her hands around a particularly striking one. "So romantic. . . Well, I'm off to lunch with Rina-chan and Sayuri-chan." She stood back up, smiling upwards at her son and twirling about so the skirt of her outfit spun slightly outward. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful." Kissing his mother's cheek, he waved as she turned and left. The summer sun blazed on his back, already causing him to sweat uncomfortably. He simply rolled up the sleeves of his dark green shirt, by now very used to this weather. He set out to work, giving his beloved flowers their day's worth of love and care.
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Hiei was annoyed when the fox-demon wasn't in his bedroom. This meant he had to make a trip from the windowsill to the tree near Kurama's garden, re-exposing himself to the unrelenting heat. This displeased him greatly. He made the trip anyway.
The Jaganshi was a creature that preferred dark over light, being hidden over being noticed. This fact about him was very true as he watched his friend tend flowers through the tree's leaves.
It seemed that Kurama had taken to making shapes and designs of his plants. He crafted a heart of light pink roses in midair, then sighed, and shot it through with fern leaves.
Kurama seemed melancholy today, Hiei decided. Something in his face seemed unhappy as he quietly spoke to a rose. It was dying, Hiei realized.
It was fascinating to Kurama that although it was nearly dead, the shattered rose in his palm maintained its color still. Beauty through tragedy.
A rustling in the tree overlooking his garden caught his attention, though he did not give any indication of it outwardly. Smiling slightly, he whispered to his rose, "Don't I wish I could give you to him. . ."
From up in his tree branch, Hiei wondered why Kurama was blushing as he spoke to the plant. Perhaps it was simply the heat.
Kurama straightened and looked directly at where he knew Hiei hid in his tree, sighing amusedly to himself. "I'm well aware of your presence, Hiei."
There went Hiei's cover. He leapt down nonchalantly, hands in his pants pockets. "Kurama."
The red-haired teenager softly acknowledged his partner over the top of his favorite rose bush. Hiei took that as an invitation to sit down on the garden bench, so he did. He was greeted by a red rose in his face which had grown an exceptionally long stem. It poked his nose.
"Hn."
Kurama laughed, willing others to join the rose in pestering Hiei. Meanwhile, Hiei was having a hard time deciding between letting the flowers live and being annoyed or burning them and being freed of them. . . and Kurama's smile.
"What are you doing?"
The smile on Kurama's lips grew wider still. "Playing."
"Hn!"
Kurama released him from the torture of his flowers. "So. . . How's the weather been in Makai?"
"Cold."
"I take it there's none of this?" Kurama gestured to the magnificence around himself.
"No time to notice flowers in Makai."
Kurama scoffed at this. "Roses are meant to be admired."
Hiei wondered at his companion, watching in fascination as eyes of emerald and hair of ruby shone in the brilliant afternoon sun. Yes, roses were meant to be admired. Perhaps best from a distance.