Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
Warnings: Everything in here is H/B
Other: Flashfic; very little fluff compared to the others
Night
There were nights when he just couldn't sleep. If he had been human, he would be called a chronic insomniac. As a demon, he was called smart. After all, half the deaths in Demon World occurred when the victim was sleeping.
When it was one of those nights, he found that sitting or standing on a tree and looking up at the sky was inordinately calming. The gentle swaying of the leaves in a late-night breeze, the nearly-transparent clouds drifting through the dark sky, the moon glancing at him through branches... None of it was enough to send him back to sleep, but it was soothing.
Then he met his nightly terror, the one person who he knew could not, would not, die, the single being in three worlds that shattered his perspective so completely and then tried to help him pick up the pieces. He sought the silent solace of the swaying leaves and soothing sky, but no longer was it a safe haven.
Night was his time. In lieu of parents, shadows were his father and isolation his mother. He had thought that he would never need to forsake them...
But then she came, and infected his refuge with the smell of peonies and his dreams with color, and he never took night for granted again.