Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
Warnings: As stated before, H/B
Other: Flashfic; again, not a lot of fluff; more like Botan's thoughts on the gang. She just kinda centers on Hiei, for no particular reason (wink wink nudge nudge)
Knight
She couldn't remember much of her life as a human. She remembered lots of flowers, and she remembered many dolls. Thankfully, she couldn't remember her death.
Of all the dolls she could recall, the only one that held her interest was a rather beaten-up one. He had long blond hair and two blue beads for eyes, the perfect white knight. But that was just the thing— she never put him in white armor.
She could faintly recall making armor for him, and while the craftsmanship was obviously poor, she hadn't cared. She had put him in every set of armor she made, and giggled as she enacted adventures with him.
When she met Yusuke, she remembered the knight in red armor. Red, the color of blood, the color that she associated with death, but also with life. Red, like a rose.
Kurama, she reasoned, was sure to be green. Perhaps silver, but probably green. She was wrong on both counts. For him, the knight was decked out in blue, the color of water. When she thought of it, she supposed it made sense; Kurama was slippery and always able to escape through the cracks, so of course his would be blue. Blue, like the sky.
Kuwabara was the Green Knight. He held everyone together with his vines, reaching towards Kurama the sky and nurturing Yusuke the rose. He was the color of nature, wild but beautiful, tempered but strong. Green, like spring leaves.
If there was anyone who she would put in black, it would be Hiei. He was darkness, he was hate, he was vengeance, he was fury and anger and scorn, he was the thing that went bump in the night and slaughtered people in their sleep.
But he was loyalty, and he was honor. He was a silent guardian, and if he killed someone in their sleep, they most likely deserved it. He was the kind of guy who would kill a thousand demons for his sister and apologize for the stench. He was the one who watched them all while they slept, making sure that the other things that went bump in the night knew not to so much as twitch near his companions.
And while he slept, she watched him, and knew that his armor was grey. Grey, like twilight's shadows.