Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Cry For Me ❯ Chapter V: Miracle ( Chapter 5 )

Cry for Me - Chapter V: Miracle

 

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“Yukina...” I whispered, tears falling down my face, “I'm so glad this is real...”

 

“Why wouldn't it be real?” Her voice. I heard it, without echoes reflecting of dream walls. I heard it through my ears and not my head. Cautiously, I opened my eyes to shining orbs of crimson light. Her smile filled me with hope, causing my lips to curve upward as well. Yet, the tears never stopped flowing. Tears of joy.

 

Only after noticing the strain on her face did I realize I was still leaning in her arms. I quickly stood up and turned away, blocking my face from her view. Why was I so embarrassed? Kina would understand why I fell into her grasp. Still, for those few moments, I felt safe - warm…like a child with his mother, except…different. I know I wasn't making sense. I wish I was, then I'd be able to tell what this meant.

 

Footsteps at my left indicated that she was climbing down from the once-eerie building. Soon she had reached Jin's side, anxiously deliberating whether or not there was anything she could do to help. Following in her steps, I opened my mouth to speak, but the words refused to come. Why did this have to be one of the few times abashment comes down upon me…Although, it was probably for the better. The risk of saying another foolish statement was too high to not be wary of. In retrospect, I couldn't even believe I said that.

 

At one time, Hiei admonished me to never allow my emotions surpass logical thinking. If I had followed his warning, I would be classifying him hypocritical instead of calling myself irrational. Hiei…Thank the stars above that it was only quarter of 11. If we hurried, we might be able to return within the “hour or so” time limit that I gave Yusuke. Despite such motivation, my body took its time in scooping up the Forlorn Hope and stowing it away in my coat pocket. Turning to the right, I decided it was time for me to finally speak.

 

“I'll drive the car around so no one will be suspicious,” I informed Yukina, carefully choosing my words before they exited my mouth. Without bothering to rotate my head around to ascertain whether or not she nodded, I walked off in the direction of my mother's vehicle. This time when I passed what was left of the on-looking crowd, they stared in amazement and wonder at my contented appearance.

 

Let them stare. Everything was okay now - everything plus one. I humbly let them stare, not caring at all in my for-once serene state of mind, as I unlocked the car door, climbed in, and drove around to the back of the Church. For once, the roads placed in graveyards were actually put to use.

 

Stepping out of the car, I saw Yukina by Jin's side, calmly awaiting my return. Thus, I approached the two demons. I still could not look in her eyes, even though, at this moment, a desire of mine was to even steal a glance at her face one more time. Placing my hands under his unconscious body, I tried to lift Jin off the ground. Tried being the key word.

 

“Lord, he's heavy,” I mumbled - apparently louder than I thought, for she giggled. I felt my cheeks warming again as she reached under him in order to assist me. For a brief second our fingertips met, sending through me the same sensation I had felt earlier when in her arms. Together, we carried Jin to the car and laid him in the middle row of seats. I chivalrously opened the passenger door for her before climbing in the front seat.

 

The entire drive she stared out the window - absorbing the smells and taking in all the sights she had missed during in her time in the Spirit World. Occasionally she would mutter observances such as “So this is Hirosaki…” or “What a quaint little store” or, my favorite, “Oh, look at those beautiful horses!”

 

“You like horses?” I asked, speaking for the first time since we left the Church. She turned to face me, destroying any chance I had of averting her gaze. However, this time her playful smile removed my fear of embarrassment instead of provoking it.

 

“Well, you don't see much of them in Sarayashiki,” she answered truthfully, nodding slightly. Slowly, we both turned our heads back to their previous positions. The rest of the ride was uneventful, if one calls siting next to a perfect ice koorime uneventful. Perfect? No, no one's perfect. But some are pretty close. Surprisingly, the question here was not How but Why. Why did I think she's perfect.

 

Simple; because she is. Hiei and Kuwabara would most definitely agree. The latter would probably have spilled his heart out to be in a situation like this. Kuwabara...His expression will be priceless once he sees who I've brought home. Yes, this is home, Kina. Here with us.

 

Luckily and fortunately, my reliable memory prevented me from loosing my way on the way back. At precisely 11:07, we entered the humble abode I call home. With Yukina's help and simultaneously muttering “Where to put him, where to put him…”, I brought Jin upstairs to the guest bedroom, where I carefully placed him down on the bed. If you were to ask why neither Hiei nor I put this spare room to use, I suppose I would emphasize my worry for him.

 

“Are you hungry?” I asked her, once we were both downstairs again. She nodded affirmatively and smiled.

 

“Starving!” Perfectly understandable. After all, she hadn't eaten since Monday morning. Suddenly, I felt salty water stinging my eyes. Lord, why did I have to remind myself of that dreadful moment? It's all over now…a Miracle had been born. Reaching into the fridge, I pulled out a canister of strawberry yogurt and tossed it to Yukina. She almost didn't catch it - being too busy staring at me with a surprised appearance. Of course. No one expects their entire list of likes and dislikes to be memorized by anyone. Expect the unexpected, Kina…

 

Once she was comfortably sited at the table, I slide her a spoon across the smooth surface. For myself, I decided to snack on a vegetable dish my mother had left untouched. I took a seat near where I stood, after grabbing the cordless phone of its hook.

 

“Hello…Yusuke?” I asked, this time recognizing the sound of his voice.

 

“Kurama!” he replied emphatically. “I take it your back?” I opened my mouth to answer affirmatively, but he continued before I could. “Great! Hiei's been driving me nuts - My mom ate the last box of Mac and Cheese for dinner last night.” I couldn't help but emit a short chuckle at this interesting complication in the fire apparition's visit.

 

“Remind him we bought some at the grocery store,” I advised. “Listen, could you bring Hiei back? I'm it a bit of a situation…” So it was somewhat of a lie. Yet, it was also somewhat of a truth. I simply could not just relay her condition to everyone else without some sort of occasion or celebration. She deserved more than that.

 

“Uh…I guess.”

 

“Thanks, Yusuke. Oh, and could you also invite Kuwabara, Shizuru, and Keiko to come along as well?” At this request he perked up, deducting that he could ask Shizuru to drive them over. (A/N: To heck whether or not Shizuru has a car!)

 

“Will do, Kurama.” We said our good-byes, thus ending the conversation. As I clicked the glowing “talk” button on the receiver to turn off the phone, I felt Yukina's eyes on me once again. I slowly turned to gaze at her gorgeous face.

 

“Care to explain?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow. Her spoon hung halfway out her mouth, a hand grasping loosely on to the free end. Evidently, a mix of surprise and confusion caught her in between bites. Surprisingly, I didn't find this the least bit uncouth. Even so, she quickly removed the utensil and stuck it back into the yogurt container.

 

“Of course, please excuse my carelessness,” I immediately apologized. Then, I concisely recounted the story of our exploits; How Hiei had come to sleeping at my house, how I sent him over to Yusuke's during my trip to Hirosaki. How now everyone is coming over to see a Miracle. My saddened face provoked by the gloomy tale brought forth from her a look of pity. For what seemed like eternity, we sat in heavy silence, both of us staring at the table. Finally, I heard the sweet melody of her voice.

 

“I saw you crying for me,” she stated, barely audible. “Thank you.” I righted my head to see a small but sincere smile dancing on her lips. The thick air around us instantly disintegrated. By this time, I was full of broccoli and carrots, so I put the dish back in the refrigerator where it belonged. Courteously, I took care of her empty container as well, throwing it in the trash barrel under the sink.

 

The closing of the cabinet door echoed the sound of an opening car door coming from before my house. `Yusuke must be here,' I thought; somewhat surprised at his fast arrival. Urgently thinking up a clever plan to announce her return, I directed Yukina to stay silent and where she sat until I said for her to come forth. With a comfortingly smile in her direction, I hurried into the living room. I flung myself over the side of the couch as to reach the cushions sooner. Then, I grabbed the nearest piece of reading material, which happened to be last week's newspaper.

 

There I sat for the few tense minutes it took for Yusuke and the others to open my front door. Once they did, I looked up from my paper to see Kuwabara's distraught face staring at the ground; Yusuke raising an eyebrow at me in confusion… Shizuru calmly smoking away at her cigarette; Keiko biting her lip and holding on to the Spirit Detective's arm… Hiei stealing a seat on the end table by the door without hesitation. The last mentioned buried himself in his cloak, concealing his expression.

 

“So, Kurama, what's this all about?” Yusuke finally asked. I lifted the paper in front of my face again in order to hide an oncoming smile. Little did he - or any of them - know of the secret that awaited them in the near future. I decided to get right to the point and beckon Kina forth. After all, I could hardly contain my excitement. Soon I would show them anyway that I was holding a secret, even if to display the truth was against my wishes.

 

“You may come out now,” I offered without turning my head towards the kitchen. Why bother? It seems more inconspicuous this way. A chair slid back, footsteps clinked against vinyl flooring. By now, even Kuwabara's attention had been earned, with right. They and I angled our heads upward together as she walked in - them staring speechless in surprise, I with a smile.

 

Yes, I am very thankful for her return. Certainly a gift from Heaven.