Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ so vivid ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Kikirini 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 977 | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 977 | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu Yu Hakusho...it wouldn't be nearly as popular as it was in Japan and as it is now in America. One, being my extreme laziness when it comes to making a manga, and two being my lack of creativity...::sighs::
This chapter is immensely pathetic. 'Nuff said. However, I promise, I make up for it in every chapter afterward. Enjoy, if you're able.
Kurama leaned his head into the seat in the car, sighing heavily. His hands, a faded tan from training days gone past, were planted firmly on the steering wheel, his foot lightly on the gas pedal...eyes staring unfocused into the night before him...
There was something mystical about the night, something relaxing and calm that he would wait for all day...such stillness and serenity...it was soothing after a long day...yet it was his pain as well...
Memories are so vivid in the dark.
"Leaving already?" Yusuke had said groggily when he caught sight of Kurama hoisting his duffle-bag over his shoulder.
To the young detective, the kitsune seemed merely quiet, his eyes were merely tired. That's why they drooped so.
Unbeknownst to him, it was sadness he saw, cleverly hidden.
Kurama had spoken as best as he could, though his voice remained shaky...
"Hai...I-I just realized I have work in the morning," he said quietly, a few strands of red hair conveniently falling into his face, hiding his eyes...shielding him...
Kurama wasn't one to lie.
Yusuke nodded, pushing loose bangs of dark colour out of the way. He punched Kurama playfully on the shoulder, grinning. "Visit soon...and bring a youkai for me to hurt."
The naivety in Yusuke had battled its way through the long two years that his team had been torn apart, standing proudly as they spoke.
Kurama couldn't have been more thankful.
The youko had uttered a barely audible chuckle, before he set out the door.
Pale hands grasped the steering wheel into a turn, before settling again, and Kurama drifted unhealthily away into his thoughts again...
A beautiful jaganshi face contorted with anger...crimson eyes alit...lovely jet black hair falling into his face lightly, contrasting against the white bandana kept to hide a certain Jagan Eye...
-"I don't love you, Kurama. I never have, and I never will."-
Damn...
'Two years of waiting...hoping...for nothing...'
Now he understood what Shiori had always told him in a new way: You couldn't always have what you wanted. Ningen children couldn't always get the toy they pined for; Youkai couldn't always get the power they wanted. Kurama...Kurama couldn't have Hiei....
It was almost scary how much he needed Hiei...
But the jaganshi was not supposed to be needed; He was the Forbidden Child.
Kurama should have known...
"Oniisan, where are you going?" Yukina asked, surprising Hiei more than she had intended.
The said demon wheeled around, his crimson eyes wide in surprise, the dim light of the dawn spilling onto his face and bare chest (A/N: WOOT!! ::drools::). His arms, entangled in the black shirt they had been trying to pull on paused.
"Y-Yukina?" The look of surprise remained on his face as he voiced the words, an unhealthily innocent look for a feared demon traitor. "You're up?"
"I'm making breakfast for everyone!" She held up a batter-smeared spoon in emphasis.
"Yukina, it's barely sunrise."
"But I'd like it to be ready!"
Hiei allowed a slight smile to form on his lips. 'Yukina....I'll never understand your heart...'
"So. Where are you going?" Yukina continued, a smile on her lovely face.
Hiei paused. "Training."
This reached Yukina as common as the response of 'walking'. "Okay. Breakfast will be ready in a few hours!"
"Hn." The door creaked as it was opened, allowing Hiei to vanish into the crisp morning air.
Hiei's surroundings whirred passed him as he sped by. He halted into forest. Wrapping his calloused hand around his katana's hilt, he pulled it out. Crimson eyes focused over his target.
It was a majestic old tree, standing proudly before him, wrapped in age and coated by moss and other small plants, each beautifully green and submerged in light.
Hiei's eyes narrowed, forcing himself to think of the towering tree as a youkai...
...heartless, like youkai should be...
"DIE!!" he roared, and in speed untouched by man he bolted toward it, katana skillfully held toward it.
-"Hiei!" Kurama called, lifting his hand slightly, his eyes holding a painful truth...-
"Kurama--?!" came the stifled gasp. A sickening crack followed, as well as the crunch of the soil as blade was flung into it.
Hard breathing was all Hiei could muster. He looked up.
The tree stood there still, around a foot of bark chipped off, revealing its yellow flesh. Behind him, sun shone blindingly off the discarded blade.
'Why...is he ... in my head...?'
The ground crunched as Hiei stood, and another sounded as he pulled his katana from soil.
I hate this chapter. I should have nixed it. I remember I wrote this at my mother's house (my parents are divorced). Her house = NO CREATIVITY ZONE. And at that point in time I still went insane if I didn't update within 48 hours. ::hits past self:: Review!!
This chapter is immensely pathetic. 'Nuff said. However, I promise, I make up for it in every chapter afterward. Enjoy, if you're able.
Kurama leaned his head into the seat in the car, sighing heavily. His hands, a faded tan from training days gone past, were planted firmly on the steering wheel, his foot lightly on the gas pedal...eyes staring unfocused into the night before him...
There was something mystical about the night, something relaxing and calm that he would wait for all day...such stillness and serenity...it was soothing after a long day...yet it was his pain as well...
Memories are so vivid in the dark.
"Leaving already?" Yusuke had said groggily when he caught sight of Kurama hoisting his duffle-bag over his shoulder.
To the young detective, the kitsune seemed merely quiet, his eyes were merely tired. That's why they drooped so.
Unbeknownst to him, it was sadness he saw, cleverly hidden.
Kurama had spoken as best as he could, though his voice remained shaky...
"Hai...I-I just realized I have work in the morning," he said quietly, a few strands of red hair conveniently falling into his face, hiding his eyes...shielding him...
Kurama wasn't one to lie.
Yusuke nodded, pushing loose bangs of dark colour out of the way. He punched Kurama playfully on the shoulder, grinning. "Visit soon...and bring a youkai for me to hurt."
The naivety in Yusuke had battled its way through the long two years that his team had been torn apart, standing proudly as they spoke.
Kurama couldn't have been more thankful.
The youko had uttered a barely audible chuckle, before he set out the door.
Pale hands grasped the steering wheel into a turn, before settling again, and Kurama drifted unhealthily away into his thoughts again...
A beautiful jaganshi face contorted with anger...crimson eyes alit...lovely jet black hair falling into his face lightly, contrasting against the white bandana kept to hide a certain Jagan Eye...
-"I don't love you, Kurama. I never have, and I never will."-
Damn...
'Two years of waiting...hoping...for nothing...'
Now he understood what Shiori had always told him in a new way: You couldn't always have what you wanted. Ningen children couldn't always get the toy they pined for; Youkai couldn't always get the power they wanted. Kurama...Kurama couldn't have Hiei....
It was almost scary how much he needed Hiei...
But the jaganshi was not supposed to be needed; He was the Forbidden Child.
Kurama should have known...
"Oniisan, where are you going?" Yukina asked, surprising Hiei more than she had intended.
The said demon wheeled around, his crimson eyes wide in surprise, the dim light of the dawn spilling onto his face and bare chest (A/N: WOOT!! ::drools::). His arms, entangled in the black shirt they had been trying to pull on paused.
"Y-Yukina?" The look of surprise remained on his face as he voiced the words, an unhealthily innocent look for a feared demon traitor. "You're up?"
"I'm making breakfast for everyone!" She held up a batter-smeared spoon in emphasis.
"Yukina, it's barely sunrise."
"But I'd like it to be ready!"
Hiei allowed a slight smile to form on his lips. 'Yukina....I'll never understand your heart...'
"So. Where are you going?" Yukina continued, a smile on her lovely face.
Hiei paused. "Training."
This reached Yukina as common as the response of 'walking'. "Okay. Breakfast will be ready in a few hours!"
"Hn." The door creaked as it was opened, allowing Hiei to vanish into the crisp morning air.
Hiei's surroundings whirred passed him as he sped by. He halted into forest. Wrapping his calloused hand around his katana's hilt, he pulled it out. Crimson eyes focused over his target.
It was a majestic old tree, standing proudly before him, wrapped in age and coated by moss and other small plants, each beautifully green and submerged in light.
Hiei's eyes narrowed, forcing himself to think of the towering tree as a youkai...
...heartless, like youkai should be...
"DIE!!" he roared, and in speed untouched by man he bolted toward it, katana skillfully held toward it.
-"Hiei!" Kurama called, lifting his hand slightly, his eyes holding a painful truth...-
"Kurama--?!" came the stifled gasp. A sickening crack followed, as well as the crunch of the soil as blade was flung into it.
Hard breathing was all Hiei could muster. He looked up.
The tree stood there still, around a foot of bark chipped off, revealing its yellow flesh. Behind him, sun shone blindingly off the discarded blade.
'Why...is he ... in my head...?'
The ground crunched as Hiei stood, and another sounded as he pulled his katana from soil.
I hate this chapter. I should have nixed it. I remember I wrote this at my mother's house (my parents are divorced). Her house = NO CREATIVITY ZONE. And at that point in time I still went insane if I didn't update within 48 hours. ::hits past self:: Review!!