Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dream Weaver ❯ Amin ear lle e’ ho kaimels ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: *looks around the room* sorry.. I don't see any YYH characters in here… must mean I don't own them… Goodness, go figure!

SM: *crushes a cigarette out* Vedui' again folks ^_^ I am SO happy to see people interested in this fic of mine!

TheBoy: Huh… who knew.

SM: Oh shut up. No one asked for your opinion. I want to thank you guys who reviewed for me! Makes my little heart get all fluttery just thinking about it… *smirk*

I honestly didn't think this fic would pick up any fans AT ALL… but that's just the negative attitude showing through I suppose…

Anyway, here's your next chapter! I worked hard into the night to get this outta my system, and I'm sorry if it really blows… Forgive me please!

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Hiei snarled, striking the familiar tree with his sword over and over again, trying desperately to alleviate his anger. When he had returned to the park, he had fully expected to see the Dream Weaver again. Why he had thought this, he didn't know. It was a stupid deduction; a foolish wish. Unless this being was completely idiotic, she would know that there were others after her, just waiting to return her to her eternal prison. Why would she be that nonsensical? Why was he that brainless to believe she would surface in the same place twice?

A roar of anger ripped from his throat as he struck the ancient tree once more.

This was getting him no where. He should be calm, he should concentrate on the problem at hand. He needed to find the damn creature and demand that she acquit him of the spell she had placed upon him. Hiei stopped for a moment, catching his breath, and he faintly wondered if she had done anything to him at all. His dream last night had been disturbing to say the least… but, somehow, for reasons he couldn't totally fathom, he really couldn't remember all that much of it. He remembered… hands… soft touches, warm breath… barely audible whispers through the darkness… Hiei squinted his eyes, trying desperately to remember what exactly was said in the dream, but his memories slipped away from him. Falling like sand from his fingertips.

Growling, he sheathed his sword and jumped up to his tree branch. Maybe, if he was lucky, the Dream Weaver would return to this place, despite the stupidity of the possible error. What else did he have to lose? Besides, it wasn't as though she knew he was one of those ordered to capture her.

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Kurama sighed heavily as he adjusted his hold on the paper shopping bags he balanced in his arms. His Kasaan had sweetly asked him to go pick up a few last minute essentials for her. And he, being the gentleman that he was, agreed. Though he greatly disliked the monotony of such a chore, he was grateful for the time given to think. One could concentrate quite a bit while walking home alone; especially during the twilight when no one was around. Most people retreated to their homes around sun down, and wouldn't surface until moonrise. It was the perfect opportunity to debate the newest mission.

Adjusting his hold once more, Kurama chuckled softly of the memory of earlier that day, after returning from Koenma's office. No one seemed to know what they were up against. Big surprise there. The Godling had a habit of only giving them half the information on their cases, if any at all. Most of the time he only told them the bare minimum of what they needed to know, leaving the rest up to them. It seemed he derived a sick pleasure from watching them squirm, facing foes they knew slim to none about. Leave it to a God to put lives in danger for his own amusement.

Turning a corner, Kurama's gaze quickly flitted to the opposite side of the street, and his eyes narrowed. He had stumbled upon a robbery in progress it seemed. He had turned the corner just in time to see two dark figures approaching a slender woman with dark hair, hitting her rather hard at the back of the head, successfully dropping her to her knees.

"Tanya awra!" she screamed, hands cupped around her injured skull. The men laughed evilly before reaching down to her shoulder and pulling a small satchel from her grip. Then they bolted down the street into the darkness of an ally.

"Nadorhuanrim!" she shouted at their retreating forms, shaking a fist at them. Shaking her head to rid herself of the dizziness, she stood herself up and brushed off the front of her skirt in an exasperated way.

"Are you alright?" came a gentle voice. The woman looked up into a pair of bright green eyes. Her attention flickered down to his hand, where her satchel was held in a firm grip. She tiled her head to look over his shoulder, finding her attackers incapacitated on the sidewalk a few feet away. A small smirk turned the corner of her mouth.

"Miss? Are you alright?" Kurama repeated, his concern clear in his voice. The woman shook her head, smirk still planted, and waved her hand in dismissal.

"Amin tereva. Diola lle."

Kurama's eyes widened in confusion. What language was this woman speaking?

"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, handing her satchel back. The woman pulled the bag over her shoulder, seemingly not hearing his question.

"Do you need help?" he asked a little louder, catching her off guard as she turned to look into his face, her brows narrowed in thought. Suddenly, she smiled brightly, her eyes full of awe.

"Ronyo en' i'-Naur Raukos!" she practically squealed, jumped at him and enveloping him in a tight hug.

"Ronyo, Ronyo, Ronyo." she repeated, swaying their bodies in a happy manner. Kurama was completely confused, and he itched to back away from her grip.

"Do I know you?"

Finally she stepped back, cupping Kurama's cheeks in her hands, her eyes shimmering with tears of the utmost joy.

"Amin ear lle e' ho kaimels!"

"I'm sorry… I do not understand you."

The woman laughed softly, again shaking her head, and she patted his cheek.

"E' luume', Ronyo. E' lumme'." with that, she stood on her toes and placed a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose. A wash of lightness clouded Kurama's vision, and he swayed on his feet. He closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, the strange woman was gone, and he was left with the feeling that he should be aware of something… something very important. Shaking his head one more time, he headed home, wondering if perhaps he should mention this to his teammates.

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Hiei sighed heavily as he watched the moon make its journey across the midnight sky. He had been sitting in this tree for hours now, with no sign of the Dream Weaver. He again swore at his own stupidity, and was just about to close his eyes for sleep when he felt a familiar ki approaching his position. Sitting up fully, he turned his gaze towards the entrance of the old park, and his breath caught.

There was Kurama… the real Kurama, long silver hair spilling down his back, shining in the moonlight. Delicately slanted, amber eyes seemed to search the grounds, casting sweeping glances from left to right. That tall, strongly built body stood firm, one hand absently twirling a lock of his hair between long fingers. Hiei sat perfectly still, watching this beauty of unnaturality stalk its way through the tall grass, in search of something. He swallowed hard, realization dawning on him as the bewitching Demon came closer to his tree.

He's looking for me… but why? And why in this form?

"Hiei, where are you? Why have you left me?" came a soft, almost saddened voice. Kurama turned in a full circle, his movements slow and deliberate, as he watched for the small Fire Demon. Hiei felt a longing inside of himself as those cheerless eyes searched in vain for him. Against his own will, he spoke.

"Kurama?"

But the silver Fox didn't seem to hear him. He only continued his slow circles. Each time his face came into site, Hiei felt some dark knife twisting in his gut.

"Kurama! I'm right here, you idiot Fox!"

"Hiei… please come back to me."

The knife twisted hard this time, and Hiei almost doubled over from the sudden pain. It felt as though someone was ripping his insides completely out.

"Come back to me Hiei… please."

Hiei leapt to the ground, and ran to wrap his arms around the mournful Fox before him, but he touched nothing. Arms and body went through Kurama, as though he wasn't even there; like he was a ghost. Hiei turned sharply, again trying to catch the silver beauty before him, but all he touched was air. Kurama fell to his knees, hands covering eyes as silver tears of the purest pain dripped between his fingers. The most painful sobs Hiei had ever bore witness too filled his ears. He backed away, terrified of the site before him. Eyes wide with panic, he wished to flee, to run, anything to stop the twisting agony inside himself. But there was suddenly a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned, to look into the haunting eyes of the Dream Weaver.

"He loves you, elle Rauko. Can you not see his pain?"

Hiei's mouth opened and closed, unable to speak.

"Hear his screams, Hiei. Hear his weeping. Hear his heart calling out to you."

Hiei turned slowly to face the Fox once more, his chest tightening as Kurama fell forward, his body heaving with the power of his sobs, one fist slamming into the ground in utter defeat.

"Kurama…"

"Take your time to understand, Rauko. Take your time."

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Hiei opened his eyes quickly, sitting up in his branch and looking around. There was no Dream Weaver… no Silver Fox, crying his little heart out. He almost chuckled at his own stupidity. It was just a dream. A stupid, silly dream. Kurama didn't love him, wouldn't love him. It was just stress… ya, that was it. He was letting the entire idea of being possessed by a Dream Weavers magic get to him. No one was in control, but him. He wouldn't allow it to be any other way.

Making himself comfortable again, Hiei allowed sleep to claim him once more. He didn't see the sly smile and the glowing eyes hidden in the darkness beyond his site, as a pair of hands clapped together in self appreciation.

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"Now that's weird. You said she was just spouting out some foreign language, kissed you, then disappeared?" Kuwabara asked for about the fifth time since Kurama had told his teammates the story of what happened last night. The Fox Demon shook his head in exasperation.

"Yes, Kuwabara, that's exactly what happened. Would you like me to write it down for you?"

Yuuske snickered and clapped a hand on Kuwabara's back.

"So you think that she might be this Dream Weaver we're after?"

"Perhaps, though I am not certain."

"Well why didn't you just grab her!? Didn't you recognize her right away?" Kuwabara practically shouted, disgusted by this show of stupidity. He would never have made such a mistake.

"If you were a fugitive from the law, you're picture on file at Koenma's, with the powers she possesses, would you have left your appearance as it was?"

The dull silence gave Kurama a satisfied feeling.

"So we're back to square one then." Yuuske sighed and dropped to his bedroom floor, legs crossed and head bowed.

"Not necessarily, Yuuske. I can follow her aura signature as it was last night, unless she has changed herself again."

"And the chances of that happening are…?"

All three sighed. They knew the answer to that question.

"Well, that's all we have to go on. I say we do it." Kuwabara said with a soft voice, recognizing the feeling of defeat all around him.

"Well, I suggest we get started." Kurama said, pushing away from the dresser he had been leaning against. The other two stood and followed him out of the house, when there was suddenly an enraged shout from Kuwabara.

"You rotten little shrimp! What did you do that for!?" he screamed, holding the back of his now very sore head. Hiei smirked at the gorilla of a Ningen, then turned to his other teammates.

"Have you found anything out?"

"Not really. Kurama thinks that he had a little run in with her last night though."

Hiei blinked and turned nervous eyes towards the Fox Demon. His ears started to ring, those painful howls of suffering echoing through his head. No. No. He was not going to let this stupid dreaming affect him. Kurama did not, would not ever do such a thing. Ever. He was sure of it.

He loves you, elle Rauko. Can you not see his pain?

"Are you certain?"

"No, but nothing in these three worlds is ever certain, ne?" Kurama answered with an amused smile on his face. Hiei scowled at him and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"We're hoping that her aura hasn't changed since last night, so we can follow her." Yuuske interrupted the two, hoping to avoid any bickering.

"So be it."

Kurama closed his eyes, focusing for the aura he wished to find. A small smile played on his lips, and he turned to the East.

"She is in that direction."

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"Oh ya Kurama. She should be easy to find in this mess." Yuuske whined. Kurama had led them to one of the busier parts of town. The streets were literally packed with people in their comings and goings, most too busy to notice the bumping and pushing they were doing or receiving from those they passed. You were lucky if there was even enough space for a breath of air between the bodies.

"Do not be bitter, Yuuske. She is here. Can you not feel her, Kuwabara?"

The Ningen in question currently had that look on his face.

"I'm getting that tickle feeling again-"

"Would you please shut up about that stupid "tickle" you get, and just give us a direction?" Hiei growled at him. Kuwabara glared, then pointed down the street.

"I suggest we split up." with those words barely spoken, Hiei was off, flitting between the people with no more than the smallest glimpse of black. His teammates shook their heads and followed as best they could.

Where are you, Dream Weaver? Where, where, where… Hiei repeated in his mind, eyes searching frantically for the devious being he was hunting. Ningens, Ningens everywhere. Everywhere he looked there was a stinking freaking Ningen! They all looked so much alike, going about their pointless business, not even seeing him as he skittered between, around, and above them. Absently, he voiced the colors that streamed past his vision as he went, in his mind.

Black, black, brown, black, auburn, red, orange, black, blonde, black… hey!

"Rauko!" came a chipper, almost ecstatic voice from behind him. Hiei stopped short, one foot already raised in the air in midstep, his eyes wide. No… it couldn't be!

"Rauko? Lle tyava quel?" that voice asked, sounding worried as a warm hand touched his shoulder. Hiei spun and faced her, his eyes wide and angry.

"Rauko, mani naa ta?"

"Hey, Hiei!" came a shout from a few feet down the street. The Dream Weaver turned quickly, a small squeak of fear escaping her. Before Hiei could do anything, she ran into the crowd.

"Imbecile! You scared her off!" Hiei screamed at Yuuske, before giving chase once more. Yuuske stared after him, completely confused. He hadn't seen anyone…

Hiei followed as fast as he could, his eyes trained on the long, flowing blonde hair. He inwardly smirked; this was far too easy. She stuck out of a crowd horribly. How could she expect to escape like this? She broke out of the crowd, heading down an alley, but before she could make it even halfway down, Hiei appeared before her. She squeaked as she slammed into him at full force, and fell to the ground.

"Yee! Uuma gorgamin!" she practically screamed, pushing her now tangled hair away from her eyes. Hiei stared down at her, his decision in conflict. She looked so helpless down there. Sighing heavily, he held out a hand to help her to her feet.

The Dream Weaver stood and brushed off her behind, mumbling in that strange language. He was certain she was cursing at him, or at least about him. He wondered briefly why he suddenly felt so guilty.

"You need to come with me."

"Mani?"

He snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Please. Drop the innocence. I know you can speak my language."

The Dream Weaver smiled and crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one foot as she examined him.

"And you understand mine. Where is the problem?"

Hiei blinked. Did she just…

"Been sleeping well, Rauko?"

Hiei could not help the step back he took. Her eyes were flashing… almost glowing… a reflecting light shining through them. Suddenly, her taller form was looming over him, and he could not move. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he wished it, he could not move.

"Dur ho naike. Dur lle, Rauko."

Hiei fell to his knees, his body and mind writhing with a terrible force. His hands clamped over his ears as those echoing sobs floated through his memory… Kurama…

He loves you, elle Rauko. Can you not feel his pain?

Screaming… Weeping… Heat… warm breaths… hands.. Hands where everywhere…

"Hiei!"

Aishiteru, Hiei…

"Kurama! Get over here!"

Hear his screams, Hiei. Hear his weeping. Hear his heart calling out to you.

"Oh Kami, Hiei!"

Aishiteru…

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SM: *lights up another cigarette, inhaling deeply and exhaling through her nose* Well now.. What is my mischievous little Dream Weaver up to? Seems she knows a lot more than she lets on… *blows a few smoke rings*

TheBoy: Will you knock that off please? You're really starting to get on my nerves.

SM: That's what little sisters are for, don't ya know?

Again, PLEASE review ^_^ I still hope you guys are interested in this story… I have lovely little plans for it, and I'd really like opinions.

TheBoy: Well-

SM: NOT from you. From them. My lovely readers. Not meanie head Demon brother's like you!

TheBoy: Meanie head? Jeez… would you believe this woman is 20 years old? I sure as hell don't…

SM: One of the many enigmas of life, dear brother.

Anywho, I'd also like to say that if you DO pick up mistakes (which I know at least one of you did) would you mind e-mailing me and pointing them out? As it is, I write these around 2 in the morning, and I can't always catch my errors.

So, until next time!

*muwah!*