Title: Peace
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama x Hiei
Authoress: Ladyfiction
Themes: #008 Ball game, #019 Rest one's head on a person's lap, #041 The falling of cherry blossoms.
Rating: T
AN/Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Peace-
Kurama searched for peace. He longed for serenity and yet found none. His mother was cooking incessantly, preparing a course meal, one to impress each one of her guests while his stepfather ran around the house and cleaned. They were having a dinner party, amongst adults. That meant no Shuuichi, nor his half brother, venturing downstairs amid the gathering. Their options were, stay silent in your room or vacate. Shiori never would have pushed her children out the door but this meant a lot to the man she married and as a devoted wife, she would do all she could.
His sibling chose the latter and headed for a friend's house for the night. Kurama was undecided. A voyage to Yusuke's house would not satisfy his thirst for placidity. At that domain, he expected more noise then his own house would create. He wanted to leave, so his mother need not worry but where could he go for the night? Every option led his nowhere and his headache grew stronger. He needed to leave after his hectic day. The demon opted for a walk to clear his thoughts. A park nearby, around suppertime would more then likely be empty.
How wrong he was. The large field was riddled with athletic teams, cheering themselves on against their opposition. He sighed. The bleachers looked empty enough; all their parents were behind the respective benches. On the last row, in the corner, he took a seat upon the plank of wood and leaned back, letting out all his frustration in a relieving exhale. He watched, only mildly interested in the game of baseball. Players ran for bases, others caught the ball; to him it did not prove interesting.
He closed hi emerald eyes and blocked out the world around him. For now, he would just sit back and relax, without any disturbance, whatsoever. What a shame he did not know what a foul ball was like. The umpire cried out foul as it was hit high and above the fence. He did not know it was headed in his direction. Kurama thought to himself, how much lighter his mood felt until a loud crash of the white sphere onto the wood but a few feet beside him made him jump out of his mortal skin.
The crowd all gazed at him as a hand held his chest above his heart as if its beating would burst out of his ribcage and after a minute, he managed to calm himself. However, he knew he could not stay there any longer as his temples throbbed so he fetched the ball and tossed it back to the coach. He left the park, edgier then he arrived and searched anew for a quiet space. Why was it so hard to find?
The last place he knew of, a haven he retreated to during lunch hours was his next destination. If there as well, was not silent enough for a nap, he would give up and head home for bed. Suddenly, he felt something, in the back of his thoughts, this familiar vibe as he walked down the street and nearer to the forest. He shrugged it off as nothing and ran his fingers through his long locks.
He prayed for peace and so far, so good as he approached the cherry blossoms, blooming and loosing their soft petals to the wind. It was a beautiful part of town, as jade as his eyes and tranquil, nature at its best. He began to walk through the wooded area, the vines and plants dispersing as they felt the demons energy. Then, he realized what had been nagging at him. He felt another presence, in the clearing, one he knew when he stepped out into the open.
''Kurama?'' The small demon, a fire apparition looked at him curiously.
The petals floated in the breeze as the fox stood there, in awe. The faint light of the sun pierced through the foliage, illuminating spots on the grassy earth and shone on the cherry blossoms, falling to the ground. This was what he needed. This was heaven.
''Oh, Hiei, kiss me so I know I'm not dreaming.''
Ruby orbs blinked, and then blinked again until warm lips pressed into his cheek that quickly flushed a bright red. Kurama ran to the tree he was leaned against, in his normal fashion, catching a quick doze in the human realm and dropped his to knees, encircling his arms around the smaller frame.
Hiei looked startled and shocked at the odd behavior his friend displayed, especially when a head of crimson locks rested itself upon his lap. Then, curled up like the kitsune he was at heart, Kurama let himself fall into a slumber, a reverie where he did not need to dream of the soothing because, the atmosphere enveloping him was perfect.
The koorime decided to let this outburst slide figure it out when his companion would wake. He much rather sleep then try to rouse the dormant animal, no matter how odd or strangely he acted. Rest sounded much more appealing anyway and less dangerous. Whatever the case, he shut his eyes and drifted away, after sparing the eased guest, a last look.
-EndE-
