Chapter One: Pieces of a Poem

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and would hate to. I own the poems though! And the fic itself.

I sit here waiting for you

Thinking about how I used to love you.

Then you walk in late as always and I scold you.

Then you flash me that reassuring smile and I fall in love again.

When I'm with you, though I can't breathe, I feel safe.

The room was dimly lit with only a fireplace providing light for the big room creating a homey atmosphere. He hated it. Though he appreciated the semi-darkness in the room he felt that there should be a big happy family somewhere around here, but there was only him.

Many times he contemplated leaving this house that was obviously made for more than one. Every time he was ready to leave he was stopped by an annoying and strong force. He wished that it would disappear, but it kept tugging at his heart, forcing him to stay. He could and would not abandon this house.

He knew of the source. The tall, slender figure he had known for a long time. Lifelong friends now turned into something more. That tall figure was the reason for this unbearable force.

It could make him cry with worry. It could make him sigh with relief. It could make him scream in frustration. It could relieve him of stress. It could make him so angry, but it could also give him happiness. For these reasons it gave him nausea and also gave him comfort.

Once again, he got up to leave. Now he had the desire to kill. He got halfway to the door before it opened. The tall, beautiful figure walked in, trapping him in the house again. He stayed planted in his spot, making sure he kept a stern and angered look on his face.

"Where have you been?" he questioned demandingly.

"I got held up. I'm sorry. The boss wanted to talk to me," this figure answered guiltily. Then the figure started to get settled in.

"You couldn't have called?"

"I didn't know it was going to take so long. Why are you so worried?"

He sighed and walked away. The answer was known to both people, but some like to ask anyways. He was followed into the living room and the figure sat next to him. He kept the same annoyed look on his face. He was pulled into a passionate hug by the one who felt guilty.

"Hiei, you worry too much. I would never hurt you, you know that. I am the equivalent of Old Faithful."

"I don't know that for sure. Kitsunes aren't meant to be trusted," Hiei half joked half serious.

Yoko still laughed. He squeezed tighter hoping that Hiei would finally give in.

It worked as always. He could never stay mad at the clever kitsune. Such is the nature of a fox. He sank into Yoko's welcoming arms.

Yoko sighed and smiled. He rested his cheek on the spiky but soft tar colored hair of Hiei's and drifted into his own thoughts. He tried to imagine what his life if he didn't come home with Hiei waiting for him. He couldn't. After what had happened in the past he'd never let anything happen to Hiei. His faithfulness born from past tragedies. He never had the opportunity to get this close to Kuronue and this one would not slip away from him.

Hiei closed his eyes for a little while and concentrated on the warmth he always felt when he was with Yoko. Every time he tried to break free he would be pulled back in by the sensation. He was bound to Yoko now and always.

Yoko pushed some of Hiei's hair out of his face to admire the features. He couldn't think of more adorable, and he seemed so innocent with his eyes shut. Then he wished he could shut his eyes and leave this world (Which is called Harmony. Any questions, ask me.) Somewhere in some other realm with only Hiei there to keep him company. Yoko kissed the top of his head and stayed there.

Hiei now opened up his eyes. He gently tugged at Yoko's arm indicating freedom. Yoko reluctantly set him free from his grasp. Hiei got up and walked up the stairs absent-mindedly. Yoko sat there and watched him in silence.

Hiei walked into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed. He touched the top of the bedpost where the gold connected with the wood. He turned to the door where he had heard a knock. There stood that same tall, clever figure that he had known for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Yoko asked quietly. The concern on his face was unmistakable.

All he received was a nod and a forced smile. Somehow, that wasn't satisfactory. Yoko sat down next to Hiei with an attempted humble look.

"Hiei, if there's something on your mind you can talk to me."

He did not look at him, but stared at the floor instead. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, don't worry about it."

He let it go. Somehow he knew that if he kept pressuring it he would be pushed away. Yoko leaned towards him, wrapping one arm around the small waist and caressing his cheek with his other hand. At that moment, with his lips, he made the connection he longed to make, so softly. It was so perfect for the mood of the moment.

Now, with his eyes closed, Hiei grabbed the silver hair against Yoko's neck. The silver hair he had grown to adore. It was all so familiar.

I had to resubmit this chapter because I made the prologue. There are poems at the beginning of all the chapters. I like it.I like me poems. Later, I guess.