Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Ties ❯ The Memories We Leave Behind ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four

Blood Ties: The Memories We Leave Behind

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Hiei sat in the empty window sill. It was nice out today, though not as hot as the last few days. August always brought with it the promise of winter. Something he had come to enjoy in his years in the Ningenkai. Mukuro had passed leadership onto him many years ago, but he found he went back to the Makai as little as possible anymore. It seemed to him that his days there were numbered. In reality, they really were. There would always be some idiot wanting to fight for the throne. Some day’s he wondered why he didn’t just give in…and it suddenly hit him like a rush of cold water. Koenma trusted him to keep the Makai in order. That same trust had been given to Yusuke as well.

He wasn’t really disappointed in the way things had turned out for them. It had taken years, and despite Keiko’s shallow threats about not waiting for Yusuke anymore they had both built strong foundations with strong allies and people who would give their lives for them. The Makai was finally in order, as it should have been centuries ago. It was what afforded them the luxury to go and do as they please. In Yusuke’s case, marry and have a child. Something Hiei found he was secretly envious of. At his age, he was beginning to wonder what a family would be like. He had had his share of lovers in the past; women he used as he pleased.

But there was admittedly something about this one girl that was different. He snorted, obviously different. He was a life taker and she was a life saver. How could she ever come to –dare he say it? - love someone like him? Of all the things he learned in life it was that it was nothing if not perplex. All he could do was laugh about it…after he got over the irony of course.

He thought back to the card Kurama had helped him write. It sounded so corny to him, but Kurama assured him it would make her forgive him. Of course, he wanted so say those things to her, along those lines…but who was he kidding? Words were not his forte. Outside, the sun was beginning to set and the breeze brought with it the subtle smell of pine needles…and chicken. It was about damn time Kuwabara finished dinner. Ten years ago he could honestly say that the orange haired oaf did nothing but frustrate and annoy him…the same thing could not be said now. They had become quite close in spite of their very real differences and Hiei was glad he could say it had nothing to do with Kuwabara marrying his only sibling

At six thirty he had given up all hopes of Sunari calling him and taking up his offer. He could only take that to mean she was still very angry with him and it was unsettling. Ignoring the prelude to a very saddening thought he chuckled, swinging himself off the edge of the window sill. He would have her, one way or another.


Sunari groaned in defeat. After having her cell phone stolen from her and being forced to sit and have ‘happy drinks’ with her sister, there was really no other place to go but down. Kyllian shut Sunari’s phone off, sticking it in her pocket. “There’s something to be said about clingy girls, Sunari; they’re the ones that call a man the day he gives them his number.”

Sunari sipped on her fuzzy navel in quiet contemplation. Sometimes pretending to listen to her sister was better than trying to argue with her. Hiei’s note had asked for a date tonight. Not tomorrow, or the day after, but tonight. Kyllian would hear none of it, and after her fourth drink Sunari no longer cared to dwell on it.

“Tell me about mom’s business? How’s it going since you took it over?”

Kyllian didn’t look at her sister. Of all the subjects she wanted to avoid it was this one. Kyllian was not Sunari; something she had accepted late in life. Sunari was a go-getter that much was true. Once she had a goal in sight she did everything in her power to possess it. Kyllian had to face the facts. That was not her, nor would it ever be. And when mom died and left her the business what else could she do but try? At that point, she and Sunari hadn’t spoken in fifteen years. Asking for her help seemed wrong on more levels than one. After a few months of trial and error, Kyllian finally gave up. The business setting was not the setting for her. She chose to live her life in music and art. Her ideals held no place in business management. So she sold the business to someone more qualified than she. Telling Sunari the truth would be the make or break of their relationship.

They had spent most of their ‘childhood’ in the little wedding boutique. “I sold the business, Sunari.” Instantly, she wished she had lied.

Her sister was quiet. Sunari had drunk in her sister’s words, an anger developing and quickly being replaced by sadness. Than anger again…and such was the cycle. Sunari was no longer sipping her drink, but sucking it in like it was water and she had been dehydrated for days. Who was Kyllian to deny her the act? Sunari’s gaze never reached her sister’s longing face. A face of intense begging; pleading for her sister to say anything. Something to let her know she still loved her. Sunari stood to her feet, a blank expression written on her face. In her hands, the glass bottle shattered and blood flowed and dripped to the wooden floor in tiny rivulets.

In her heart she was grateful that her sister had at least done one good thing. Her anger was mainly at herself for leaving Seattle in the first place. If she had stayed mom would have given her the business and it would still be standing. But better it be standing under someone else’s ownership than in ruins because her sister was too arrogant to admit she had taken on an endeavor much bigger than herself. If anything, Sunari was proud of her sister; the only thing bigger than her ego was her pride, and she had seen beyond it.

And Kyllian gazed at her, wondering what was going on inside of her. Identical twins were supposed to feel each other’s sadness or happiness. In this case, Kyllian felt emptiness in her sister; a void that had already been cracked but was left wide open. For all she was worth Sunari couldn’t bring herself to forgive her sister. Not yet. Not tonight. No, that would come later. She took her leave than, closing her bedroom door behind her. Yes, anger had a place. It lived right next to envy and hatred.

And as far as Sunari was concerned, vengeance is always better when there is someone left suffering in its wake. Even if said person was her sister.