InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of the Night ❯ Night CLXXXV: Those Sweet Lies ( Chapter 27 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kurai Mori 
What did it mean when you could ignore the ache of missing someone?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.19.2010 | Updated On: 05.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 675 | Status: Work In Progress
What did it mean when you could ignore the ache of missing someone?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.19.2010 | Updated On: 05.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 675 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Night CLXXXV: Those Sweet Lies
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yuu Yuu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Warning(s): Light angst
For the first time, she did not haunt him as she had in times past. He could not hear her voice full of longing. Her scent did not taunt him as he roamed the city. Nor did her tearful face and forlorn blue eyes invade the moments he did sleep.
For the first time, he felt like the cold-hearted asshole he had been before the debacle that had landed him in Reikai clutches. As if he would attempt taking over the Ningenkai again.
Even though he outran her memory and hold this time, he did miss her. It was not an all-consuming pain that distracted him from everything around him like before. Instead it settled into the pit of his soul and was a subtle ache he could pretend did not exist until the darkness of night set in. He missed sleeping next to her, he missed her childish sayings, and he missed the way she would run her fingers through his hair. Yet he only missed it at night. He blamed it on the way she had been pushing him away. And he blamed it on the season: it was getting too similar to the night they had first crossed paths.
He could outrun her in his mind, but it was fruitless. He could never escape her, nor could he let her go entirely. Months ago, he had sought to leave his mark on her and he knew he had succeeded, but while he had not been paying attention, she had done the same to him.
After a week of contemplating his decision with Kurama, and they had let those who had needed to know about their decision, he returned. To the familiar branches of Goshinboku, the halcyon aura the permeated the shrine air, and her. It circled around him, gripping him and pulling him under. It would have been too easy to fall back into their normal routine and forget all about the danger that was so close at hand. He, much like Kurama, had things to take care of. But he could not stay like the fox, not when he could be so easily tracked down and Kagome put into such danger. So he tried to resist; he reminded himself that he was a powerful and feared youkai, too much of one to be kept by a miko. Not until he had taken care of this.
Just when he felt the purity and love threatening to suffocate him and make him succumb to the way things had been before, she opened her window. Kagome still smiled her smile for him, but her eyes were guarded. They told him all he needed to know: she was swimming in the same feelings as he.
Though he still could not put his finger on what had changed or figure out what the infernal woman wanted, he knew it had its beginnings with her. She had been shutting him out little-by-little, and he did not know how to stop it. He had never been in such a situation before, but past experiences with other people taught him that he should do the same. If she wanted him out, then he would do the same to her. Experience had never led him astray before; why would it now?
"Is something wrong?" There was that tone of hers again. He was tired of hearing it, that indignant under-current. As if he had done anything wrong to keep hearing it ever since that night he revealed he had kept information from her.
He narrowed his eyes, knowing she could see him despite the night around them and his perch in Goshinboku. "Is something?"
She crossed her arms. "No."
"Another inane question, then."
"I'm not the one who disappeared for a week."
Hiei inched forward, trying to read the confused jumble of her emotions. "I do have other obligations to take care of."
She looked away, her posture emitting dejection. "You could have said something... I didn't know what happened to you, and I know you're powerful and all that, but with that Makai still around." She sighed and shook her head before looking back at him. "I just didn't know what to think."
He made the small jump to her windowsill, coming inside when she moved back. He brushed one of his fingers against her cheek. He had missed that, and he knew he would all the more in a few weeks. She smiled and touched his arm, and whatever he had been meaning to say or do disappeared. All that came out, instead, was "Idiot." He spoke the term as if it was an endearment. They both knew he did and did not mean it for so many reasons. And, once again, it was just enough for them both to overlook the faults of the other for another night longer.
Tomorrow night would be different, the next month would be different, he was more than sure. For now, he did not want to focus on it. Especially since he knew that he would never be able to say goodbye or offer her any promises.
Edited 19 May 2010.
Word count: 867
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yuu Yuu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Warning(s): Light angst
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For the first time in months, Hiei broke away from the predictable without letting her know.For the first time, she did not haunt him as she had in times past. He could not hear her voice full of longing. Her scent did not taunt him as he roamed the city. Nor did her tearful face and forlorn blue eyes invade the moments he did sleep.
For the first time, he felt like the cold-hearted asshole he had been before the debacle that had landed him in Reikai clutches. As if he would attempt taking over the Ningenkai again.
Even though he outran her memory and hold this time, he did miss her. It was not an all-consuming pain that distracted him from everything around him like before. Instead it settled into the pit of his soul and was a subtle ache he could pretend did not exist until the darkness of night set in. He missed sleeping next to her, he missed her childish sayings, and he missed the way she would run her fingers through his hair. Yet he only missed it at night. He blamed it on the way she had been pushing him away. And he blamed it on the season: it was getting too similar to the night they had first crossed paths.
He could outrun her in his mind, but it was fruitless. He could never escape her, nor could he let her go entirely. Months ago, he had sought to leave his mark on her and he knew he had succeeded, but while he had not been paying attention, she had done the same to him.
After a week of contemplating his decision with Kurama, and they had let those who had needed to know about their decision, he returned. To the familiar branches of Goshinboku, the halcyon aura the permeated the shrine air, and her. It circled around him, gripping him and pulling him under. It would have been too easy to fall back into their normal routine and forget all about the danger that was so close at hand. He, much like Kurama, had things to take care of. But he could not stay like the fox, not when he could be so easily tracked down and Kagome put into such danger. So he tried to resist; he reminded himself that he was a powerful and feared youkai, too much of one to be kept by a miko. Not until he had taken care of this.
Just when he felt the purity and love threatening to suffocate him and make him succumb to the way things had been before, she opened her window. Kagome still smiled her smile for him, but her eyes were guarded. They told him all he needed to know: she was swimming in the same feelings as he.
Though he still could not put his finger on what had changed or figure out what the infernal woman wanted, he knew it had its beginnings with her. She had been shutting him out little-by-little, and he did not know how to stop it. He had never been in such a situation before, but past experiences with other people taught him that he should do the same. If she wanted him out, then he would do the same to her. Experience had never led him astray before; why would it now?
"Is something wrong?" There was that tone of hers again. He was tired of hearing it, that indignant under-current. As if he had done anything wrong to keep hearing it ever since that night he revealed he had kept information from her.
He narrowed his eyes, knowing she could see him despite the night around them and his perch in Goshinboku. "Is something?"
She crossed her arms. "No."
"Another inane question, then."
"I'm not the one who disappeared for a week."
Hiei inched forward, trying to read the confused jumble of her emotions. "I do have other obligations to take care of."
She looked away, her posture emitting dejection. "You could have said something... I didn't know what happened to you, and I know you're powerful and all that, but with that Makai still around." She sighed and shook her head before looking back at him. "I just didn't know what to think."
He made the small jump to her windowsill, coming inside when she moved back. He brushed one of his fingers against her cheek. He had missed that, and he knew he would all the more in a few weeks. She smiled and touched his arm, and whatever he had been meaning to say or do disappeared. All that came out, instead, was "Idiot." He spoke the term as if it was an endearment. They both knew he did and did not mean it for so many reasons. And, once again, it was just enough for them both to overlook the faults of the other for another night longer.
Tomorrow night would be different, the next month would be different, he was more than sure. For now, he did not want to focus on it. Especially since he knew that he would never be able to say goodbye or offer her any promises.
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A version of this chapter was posted to the livejournal community 30_Nights for their theme #012. Your love is suffocating me.Edited 19 May 2010.
Word count: 867