Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Time ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four: Dinner Date

Kurama took me to a small restaurant downtown. It was quaint and not too fancy, but it was nice and pretty. There were already many people there, but there were still some empty tables. A hostess seated Kurama and me at a table near the back. She handed us menus then left.

"Order whatever you wish. I'm paying," Kurama said. He looked a little nervous, but I couldn't figure out why. He even seemed to be having problems meeting my eyes.

"Okay," I said, unsure of what was going on exactly. I looked over the menu and decided to order the spaghetti with meatballs and a coke to drink.

I looked up at Kurama, wondering if he was ever going to explain his actions. He was one of my best friends and his actions worried me. I hoped that he wasn't sick or something. I had no clue what to do with him if he was sick. Kurama was very important to me. I cared about him a lot. Perhaps that was why I was so worried about him.

"Have you figured out what you're going to order yet, Kurama?" I asked, trying to get him to talk.

"The ruben sandwich sounds good," he said. "And you?" He was slowly beginning to relax, much to my relief.

"Spaghetti," I answered, then decided to change the subject. "So why did you ask me to have dinner with you?" I was very curious, and I was hoping that he'd tell me what was going on with his strange attitude.

"Because I wanted to," he answered, shrugging. He was pushing me away and I didn't like it. It was like he didn't want to talk to me... but then, why had he asked me out to dinner? It didn't make sense.

"Kurama, will you please tell me what's wrong? Sometimes you just clam up when I ask you something," I gave him a worried look. Surely he knew that I cared about him and would listen to whatever he wanted or needed to say. "Please... just talk to me." My eyes pleaded with him to tell me.

"It's nothing," he murmured, looking away from me. With one hand he twirled his fork. He had suddenly tensed up again.

That had hurt. I wanted Kurama to know that I was there for him, that I wanted to help him. Why wouldn't he talk to me? Had I done something to him... to make him hate me? I hoped not. Life without Kurama would be horrible. Had he taken me out to dinner to soften me up for something he was going to say later, like maybe how he never wanted to see me again?

Oh, no! If that happened, I... I... I'd feel so lonely.

That's when it hit me. I had fallen for Kurama. I was in love with him.

"Are you okay?" Kurama asked me, looking at me the same way I had been looking at him before: very worriedly. "You have a shocked expression on your face. Is there something wrong?"

"I don't think so," I answered, staring at Kurama. What had brought him out of his shell? Could it have been worry for me? Did he feel the same way about me as I did him? I wondered if it would be okay if I told him how I felt.

"Are you sure? You don't look so good. You're a little pale," Kurama commented.

"Don't worry about me," I said. "I'm fine."

I saw a waiter come over to our table. Both of us told him what we wanted. The waiter wrote it down then left. Kurama and I were alone again.