This will be the last chapter… no poems here.
Kurama and Hiei stood at the end of a fresh grave, The others had left, and all that remained was a torn-up fire deamon and his friend.
"She showed me her whole life Kurama, everything. That man she was living with, he used her, raped her. She got her powers when she carried her child, then she had to kill it, still unborn. Her parents abandoned her because of her curse when she killed her father by accident. We're not... that different."
"Except that you're alive."
"In a way, but I'm also dead."
"Indeed"
"Kurama"
"Yes Hiei?"
"The human world is no better than Deamon world."
"Worse, in some ways."
"Why?"
"Nothing is fair, ever."
"I suppose not."
"We'd better go."
"Go ahead, I want to stay here a while longer. I want to say goodbye. Alone, like we lived."
"Alright." Kurama walked away, looking back only once. Hiei was kneeling. Kurama turned, and walked away.
"Aaya, I want to tell you what I couldn't say before. I love you. I was going to follow you but…" Hiei put his hand over his heart and smiled "I've decided to live for you instead. Goodbye, love." Hiei stood, turned, and walked away. Not once did he turn back, he just kept walking forward, always staring straight ahead.