June 21, 1895; Human Realm
Dearest Hiei,
I have found a way to amuse myself whilst you travel to the ends of every realm searching for your sister Yukina. And, in it, a use for the ningens in this wretched realm.
Here is what I do: I call all the cats that are within the boundaries I can reach and lead them wherever I feel like going. I then make the plants grow at an explosive rate around the place I am 'attacking.' I knock on a door, step back, and when someone opens it, they find plants growing so fast they seem to dance, and cats mewling and howling all over the place. And me, standing there laughing like a maniac.
Other than that, I have found that humans fascinate me. They try so very hard to make something of the pathetic fifty years they have here, even knowing a demon—such as you or myself—could come end it prematurely in less than a second. I love the fear it breeds. Ha ha.
Of course, it breeds a different kind of fear in me. I fear that I am developing my brother's homicidal tendencies. I cannot stand the thought of being more like my brother than I already am. The very idea kills me inside. I have never met a crueler individual than he. And I never thought I might be like him that way, too. Especially since I have the ability to truly love someone. He could never accomplish that. Not in a million years. Never, if he lives for all eternity. And I hate him for it. I want to kill him for it.
I think it would be fun to introduce you to my brother. See what he would do. Probably kill us both, but whatever. At least we would be together at the end.
I love you so much.
Your fratricidal forest child,
Moriko
Yusuke still lay sprawled across the floor from the shock he had received. Therefore Kurama read the letter aloud, knowing it was necessary to get through them as quickly as was possible.
He rolled his eyes at the petty things Moriko did to amuse herself. Then he reached the fourth paragraph. "Of course, it breeds a different kind of fear in me. I fear that I am developing my brother's homicidal tendencies. I cannot stand the thought of being more like my brother than I already am. The very idea kills me inside." Kurama's voice cracked and he could no longer continue.
"Kurama?" Yusuke asked, worried. "Are you okay?"
"No. No. She hates me. She hates me that much. No." He was moaning. A few tears dripped down his cheeks. Yusuke got up and shook his shoulders, but to no avail. He seemed completely oblivious to his friend's presence.
"Kurama! Snap out of it! This happened a hundred years ago!" Yusuke finally shouted.
Kurama looked up, seeming surprised at where he was and that Yusuke was with him. He picked up the letter and finished reading it, his voice toneless, completely devoid of any emotion, as if he was imagining that he didn't know the person writing the letter.
"Kurama? You gonna be okay?" Yusuke asked.
"Yes. It's just… I cared about her—not like I love Shiori—but she never understood that. And she hated me. She wanted me dead. And she wanted to make me that way herself. I suppose I can understand why. I probably deserved it. But I'll never forgive myself for allowing her to hate me like she did. Like she probably still does."
"She's still alive?" Yusuke asked. He had been under the impression that she had died.
"As far as I know. She was still alive sixteen years ago. How many letters are there left? Two?"
"Uhhh, yeah. How'd you know?"
"Because it was on the last day of July in 1895 that I unknowingly and unintentionally ruined Hiei's life."
dun dun dun... yay! only two letters left! But that won't be the end of the story... just the end of the snooping part. Anyway, i should probably get on w/ the reason for this author's note... the DISCLAIMER!!!!
I only own Moriko. Everyone else belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi.