Everyone knows what its like to love some you can't have, but even worse to fall in love with someone who is willing to let you have them and willing to let you love them, and more than willing to take everything you are, but they never love you back. No matter how much you cry for it, they will never love you back.
Chapter 4"What are you doing?" said a voice behind him. Nabulung jumped slightly, he did not realize that someone was behind him. Usually he would have been able to sense the creature, but this occasion he didn't.
Nabulung stood and turned around to find a newly groomed and bathed Youko Kurama. His hair shimmered in the sun and his pants, that were no longer pink, reflected the light. "I was making the fire, like you told me too."
Kurama laughed. "You're performing it all wrong Nabulung." He looked at the young fox that glanced but turned his gaze to the unlit fire. Kurama ran his fingers threw his hair and pulled out bright red seed. "Watch and learn kit." He went to the fire and moved some branches aside to toss the seed in the middle of the sticks. Placing the sticks back in place he took a few steps back and watched his seed come to life.
The red seed started to release burgundy smoke that surrounded all the sticks and nothing more. The smoke became so think that one could not see the firewood or the seed. It started to take the shape of the way the wood was arranged and then they heard a sound.
White sparks could now be seen on the lumber, making little flames on the wood. Eventually, and after several minuets, all of the wood was engulfed in fire. "A very slow combustion, but it works well enough." The red smoke cleared and revealing a well lit fire.
Nabulung face was of pure amusement. "Could you…" He started, glanced at the fire then looked at Kurama. "…teach me how to do that?" Kurama ignored his words and proceed into the wooded area. He walked around till he found two Y shaped sticks and a long one. He didn't want to bother to make some and waste Ki again; he had done that enough today as it is. Killing fish and starting fires where not tiring tasks, but it was still a waste.
Youko Kurama stabbed the two y shaped sticks on opposite ends of the fire. Then he prodded the cleaned fish into the stick and set it over the fire. He stood there for several moments watching the fish cook; Nabulung sat crossed legged now near the fire, also watching it cook. He looked up at Kurama, unable to read his thoughts, he asked again. "Will you teach me that trick?"
"Trick?" Kurama looked directly at him. What Kurama did wasn't a "trick", it was a skill! Something that took him years to master and Nabulung wanted to learn it?
Nabulung shrugged. "Ya know that thing you did with the seed to get the fire to start? Trick is just a word I use." The fish started to turn a whitish color, with streaks of silver along the lines of where the bones used to be. Kurama walked over and picked up the stick clasping the meat. He looked at it then poked it gently with his finger, satisfied with the examination; he tossed it over to Nabulung. "AH! HOT!" Apparently he had caught the fish, and apparently it was still hot. Nabulung was grasping the fish meat by the stick where it had been cooked.
"No." Kurama said suddenly. "I'm not going to teach you a technique that took me years to learn. Go learn by yourself." He looked at Nabulung who stared in disbelief back at him.
"Why not?" He asked taking a large bite of the white meat. Kurama kneeled by the fire and poked it with a near by stick. He looked into it for a few moments then turned his face to Nabulung.
"Your young, go find training elsewhere." He made a dismissing motion with his hand. "I don't have time to deal with inexperienced Youkos." Kurama heard Nabulung swallow. He aggressively took another bite of the delicious fish really not taking into account what Kurama had said, the fish just tasted so good, and he was so hungry.
Kurama laughed a little at Nabulungs actions. "I didn't realize you where starving, if I had I would have gone fishing earlier." He watched the young youko eat, not really taking an ounce for himself.
Nabulung devoured the hate fish meat within the next few minuets and at long last looked full. He let his head relax alongside the hard rock, his back was against it. "Not starving anymore?" Kurama asked as he rose and sat next to the fox.
Nabulung shook his head. "No… not hungry." Why did he feel so tired suddenly? Usually after he ate he was bursting with energy but not this time. Then again it he has never ate hate fish before. His eye lids started to get heavy and slowly closed and opened but eventually stayed closed. His head slumped over to his shoulder as he began to sleep.
"Stupid. He should have known better than to have eaten a fish that had a torn in it. Especially if it dissolved like it did. So immature, so in dire need of intellect." Kurama leaned over and kissed Nabulung gently on the lips. He stood up and picked up Nabulung, holding him his in his arms he ran to the den. Setting him on the bed he placed a red silk blanket he has gained from one of his thefts over the sleeping fox.
"I suppose just this once I'll take care of you."
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