Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Child of Bliss and Doom ❯ The Snow Angel ( Chapter 3 )

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Sorry for not updating so soon. School is *sooo* frustrating. . . But I'm sure you all heard *that* before.

Anyways, on to the chapter!!

Chapter Three: The Snow Angel

"Natïm………" The redhead whispered to himself as his hands toyed with the cup of coffee his lover made for him not so long ago.

"Kit?" The fire demon asked after staring at Kurama muttering the same word over and over ever since they got the child back to their Nigenkai apartment, which had been almost an hour ago.

The other looked up, "Huh?"

"What does it mean?"

He tilted his head to the side, "What does what mean?"

Hiei rolled his eyes, "*Only* the word that you were muttering about in the last FIFTY MINUTES."

"Oh! You meant `Natïm?'"

He involuntarily rolled his eyes again. "No, I meant `culture.'"

The kitsune frowned, "That word came from an ancient language……… Very ancient. It is said that once the trees and plants controlled the land of Maikai, they could talk and even move around! This was the language they spoke of." He paused to take a sip from his cup. "However, youkais grew numerous and the age of the trees died, all the trees lost their ability to talk and walk……… Well, all except one."

"And?" the Koorime urged him to go on.

"It's just a legend, Hiei. We don't even know if it's real."

Then it clicked.

"Was it the tree that we spent our night under?"

Kurama glanced up, "How do you know?"

Hiei ignored the kitsune's question, "What's the legend, Kit?"

"The locals call it the Miracle Tree," he recalled, thinking hard. The youko hated to admit it, but he lost most of his memories from his youko days; it was simply too long ago, after all come on, it's been centuries……… or was it millennias?

"What about the word……… Um, `Natïm?'"

"I studied this language when I first learned to control plants, and if I'm not mistaken, it should mean-" He sucked in a breath, "*Father*."

"She said that?"

"Yeah………" the redhead recalled the exact events as they happened, "She looked in my direction and whispered, `Natïm.' Then she fell."

"………" Hiei thought about what his boyfriend had told him so far then he said thoughtfully, "I think I heard the legend before, too." He turned his gaze to the green-eyed teen, "If the couple spend night under in a full moon night, they get a child with an imperfection, right?"

Kurama nodded then he stood up with his empty cup to wash it in the sink. "I will go check on her."

In a flash Hiei was next to him, washing his cup as well. "Okay, Kit, I'll be there as soon as I finish washing the cups."

The other demon hugged him from behind, "You're such a dear, Dragon."

Hiei snorted but snuggled closer to his fox, "Hn. Only because you taught me."

They stayed like that for a while before Kurama broke away to check on the child.

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I opened my eyes to find myself lying in a comfortable room and in a comfortable soft bed. I sensed someone was watching me so I turned my head slightly to the left, and came eye-to-eye to a pair of concerned emerald orbs.

"Are you alright?" The possessor of the orbs asked, his voice was soothing and somehow I relaxed a bit.

`Perhaps the Tree was right; maybe I *will* receive the Ultimate Gift after all-`

"Are you alright?"

I once again turned my attention to those grass green orbs, he must be my……… "Natïm?" If what the Tree said was true, then he should………

"Shâ sâlug â tsumï?"

My eyes widened in surprise as I embraced him in a thing the Tree called `hug,' he said I should do that to express my supposed `joy,' after all my parents are supposed to figure out my imperfection on their own anyways. I could tell the redhead was enjoying the embrace, something I wished *I* was capable of………

`Stop.' I told myself sternly, `If what He said was right, then I will experience it someday. . .' I was sure of it. . . right?

Now, it's time for me to speak his language.

"Where am I?" I looked around the room, it looked nice enough, but one can never be too careful. . . Something I learned early in my existence. The room was not big, smaller than half of the Tree's roots, but the space well used, making it looked comfy and elegant at the same time. The walls were painted a very light pink, which reminded me a lot of the cherry blossoms in the Spring. There was a picture painted on the ceiling, a silver fox playing in a field of crimson roses while a black dragon lingered protectively near the fox, as of it was afraid of its safety. Two different doors leading to two different places, judging from the opened one to my left, it leaded to the restroom. The other, however, was closed but I guessed it leaded to the other rooms of this place. . . Unless, of course, they live in a one room hut and enters though the window directly opposite of me in the chamber. A voice spoke and I snapped my attention back to him.

"My apartment," he answered, "Well, actually it's *our* apartment." He put an arm around the black-clothed figure shoulders, whom stood next to him. . . When did he get there?

"Hn."

An uncomfortable silence stretched between us.

The redhead broke the silence, "I'm Kurama, and this is Hiei."

"Hn."

"And I'm Kiko." I said, bowing a little.

Silence.

I noticed their gaze at the section of my body that was covered with the white bed sheet somebody covered me with. Ah. . . So they are wondering about it, just like *He* said, damn that Tree for getting everything right. . . I might as well tell them before they hurt their pretty little heads trying to figure it out.

"I am neither."

"Pardon?" Kurama looked truly confused.

"I am neither." I repeated.

"You're neither what?"

My patience was running out, but somehow I suppressed my annoyance. `First impressions are important, first impressions are important, first impressions are important, first. . .' I repeated over and over in my head, while I explained it to the couple.

"As you may noticed when you transported me from the forest, Natïm, I have no reproductive organ," I paused, making sure the information fully sank in, "That is because I am neither a male or a female. I have yet to choose."

"Choose?" It was the first word I heard from Hiei besides `hn.'

"Yes, choose, Natïm. Though I'm not sure when or how, but I `choose' nevertheless."

I yawned; I was indeed bored of all the explanations.

Kurama took the hint, "I guess you are tired. Rest well. Good night."

`Good night?' I thought, `What does that mean? Oh yeah. . . He said it was the nigens' way of greeting at night. . . Strange, indeed, those nigens.'

"Soswa, Natïm."

He turned to me and smiled warmly, "Just Tïmme would surfice, Tsumï," he was exiting the room when he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, what's your nickname, Tsumï?"

My gaze fell to my lap, where a pair of childish looking hands rested. I never truly had the chance to think of one in my previous life before I was killed. . . And when I did have time, which was after I emerged with the Tree, I spent all of it on watching couple after couple receive their so-called perfect child, by accident or not. . . And almost all of them were punished in the end. . . Pity, really. . . But it's not like I *have* any to give them. Oh well. "I don't have one." I said, trying to sound casual.

He looked unaffected, "Do you have one in mind, then?"

He *asked* which name *I* want?! I thought parents just *give* you one! At least that's what my parents did. . . But they weren't exactly nice people, after all, if they were, I wouldn't have killed them. . . Or I would like to think so. I raised my head and realized that he was still waiting for an answer, "N-no. . . I haven't thought about it."

"Well. . ." he tilted his chin so he could stare at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts, "How about-"

"Snow Angel."

We both turned our attention to Hiei. He just shrugged casually.

"It fits, doesn't it? You have hair and eyes the color of snow, and I believe the stupid kit standing over there would like to think about you as a gift from Inari; you know, a fallen angel." I turned to my redhead Tïmmï, his emerald eyes sparkled and his lips curved upward to a huge silly grin, it was so big that I thought his face was going to split.

Then he did something that surprised both Hiei and me.

He squealed.

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I snorted as Kurama squealed and wrapped his long arms around my shoulders and said to Kiko, "Didn't I tell you he's a stupid fox?" The child only stared wide-eyed at the kit hugging me, still having to recover from Kurama's display of. . . whatever it was.

"That was so poetic, Dragon." He whispered into my ear, causing me shiver, and placed a gentle kiss on my Jagan.

The child, now got over the youko's squeal, stared at the both us with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Rest, Snow Angel." Kurama said with a smile, then he whispered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like `love' and `name'. . . "We'll go buy you some clothes tomorrow." He waved to the silver-haired child as he pulled the both of us out of her room, down the hall, and into ours.

Shutting the door gently behind him, he turned to me with a wicked smirk on his fair features.

"Are you in a playful mood today, Dragon?" he whispered into my ear then licked it, once again sending pleasant sensations through out my body and straight to the place between my legs. I shrugged, trying hard not to look too eager.

"Depends."

He pulled back, giving me a funny look. "Depends on what?"

I let a smirk rest on the corner of my lip, as I closed our distance to which I could feel his soft breathes on my face. The kitsune looked both excited and anxious.

"Depends on how many times will you scream for me."

~Chapter Three End~

Here are the translations for the `Ancient Language'

â my; mine

shâ sâlug â tsumï? Yes, my daughter?

natïm father

soswa greeting (used both in hello and goodbye)

tïmmï daddy

tsumï daughter

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