Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Love Lost ❯ Hello, Stranger. ( Chapter 5 )

“Oi, Kogoe!” Kuwabara grinned as the thirteen year old girl scowled and ignored him in favor of knocking Yuusuke's feet out from under him.

 

Kuwabara's wife of three years, Yukina, walked over to Keiko, who had married Yuusuke about three months ago, and convinced her to go window shopping with her… or something.

 

Kuwabara forcefully hauled Kogoe from her cross-legged position on the grinning detective's chest.

 

“What'd you do this time, Urameshi?”

 

“Called her cute.”

 

At that, Kogoe wrenched out of Kuwabara's hold and sneered. “You alright, Kogoe?”

 

“Hn.”

 

Yuusuke stood, brushing off his clothes, and said, “Kurama's asleep. I was bored. Had to do something to get the little kit to fight me. Although I'd forgotten how easily she could kick my ass.”

 

Kuwabara laughed, then choked as he found two fingers pressed slightly into his throat.

 

“You don't want to do that.”

 

He held up his hands. “Geesh. Grouchy today?”

 

“… Kura made pancakes.”

 

Kuwabara and Yuusuke simultaneously turned green.

 

“God. Sorry.”

 

“S'okay. I'm just… not feeling too well.” She swayed on her feet, then laughed at Kuwabara's shocked face. “Oh, now really. I'm not invincible. I do get sick. You bakas just never happen to be around.”

 

She quieted suddenly. “You never come to visit. Dad misses you. Maybe not as much as his Hiei, but he does miss you.”

 

Yuusuke frowned. “Sorry, kid. Without Kurama, it's been really busy.”

 

She shrugged. “Yeah, well. He hasn't been feeling too well either.”

 

Kuwabara nodded, then looked at the watch and muttered something about anniversary and window shopping, then ran off. Yuusuke gave her a hug.

 

“Gotta go, kiddo. I'll come back soon, though. Promise.”

 

She turned her head away. “Hn.”

 

Yuusuke ran off. “Bye kid!”

 

Kogoe sat down silently, staring at the ground. Then, furious, she smashed her fist into the concrete, over and over, until her hand was bloody and there was a dent in the sidewalk.

 

“Damnit, Shiori,” She murmured, not noticing that she had spoken aloud. “Why'd you have to go and die on us? You knew Kurama was sick. He's not gonna last much longer…” She trailed off and picked a rose off of a nearby bush, then tore a petal off and threw it.

 

The wind picked it up and it was gone.

 

Suddenly she stood, and said, “You can come out now, stranger.”

 

A dark, short man, a bit taller than the young girl, appeared. “Hn.”

 

She nodded slightly, answering in kind.

 

They watched each other for a few seconds, just observing.

 

 

((((((((Kogoe's point of view))))))))

 

Wow. He's almost as short as me. He almost looks like that Hiei that Kura keeps telling me about. Black spiky hair, red eyes, short, wearing black… with a headband. Yep. Definitely looks like him.

 

 

((((((((Hiei's point of view))))))))

 

She's shorter than me. That's not normal. I wonder how old she is. Why was she talking about Kurama…?

 

 

((((((((Normal Point of view))))))))

 

They looked at each other, and, as though they had discussed it, flew at each other. Within seconds he was on the ground, holding her neck, with her fingers threatening to choke him.

 

He slowly let go.

 

She moved her fingers back.

 

They stood, brushed off their clothes. He asked, “Kurama?”

 

“Hiei?”

 

He nodded. “So he's talked about me.”

 

She snorted in a most undignified manner and tossed her hair out of her face. “It's not that he won't talk about you. It's that it's as if he's just waiting for someone to bring up the subject.” She glared at him.

 

“You really chose a shitty time to pull a disappearing act, Hiei.”

 

He blinked.

 

She shook her head. “Idiot. Kurama was sick. He waited three months for you, sitting on his bed, not moving unless he was feeding me. Shiori told me this,” she added as an after-thought. “Anyways. He just got sicker. And sicker. Damn it, if he wasn't still mourning your loss, I'd kill you now and hang you out on the front porch to dry.”

 

She turned and started walking. “Follow me.”

 

They reached a small field of rose bushes, which surrounded a small house. Kogoe led him inside, to a large room, where a silver-haired man lay sleeping peacefully on a large bed.

 

“Why is his hair…”

 

“Silver? He almost reverted back to the killing machine that was Yoko Kurama. He didn't fully come back.”

 

Small ears twitched as Kurama sat up. “Kogoe?”

 

With surprising tenderness, Kogoe climbed onto the bed and embraced the man.

 

They both still looked so young. Kurama and Hiei, that is.

 

“Kura, there's someone here to see you…”

 

There was a flash of color in Hiei's mind, coming from Kurama. Red, blue, purple, and yellow. Anger, pain, confusion, and joy.

 

Kurama looked slowly at the doorway. “H… Hiei?”

 

“Hello, Fox.”