Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Between Brother and Sister ❯ Heart To Heart ( Chapter 4 )
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By: restinpieces 
Why is there a lingering sadness hidden in Yukina's eyes?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.15.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 355 | Status: Work In Progress
Why is there a lingering sadness hidden in Yukina's eyes?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.15.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 355 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4: Heart to Heart
Hiei sat in the kitchen, watching his sister prepare lunch for the three of the temple’s inhabitants. He had given up leaving last week and had, for the time being, given in to his sister’s silent plea for him to stay.
The Makai-Ningenkai border would be safe enough without him, and Mukuro had told him that he was free to go almost an entire year ago.
He could use a vacation anyway.
He refused to take his eyes from Yukina’s form, soaking in his sister’s appearance.
She looked good: healthy, pretty happy - especially with the huge smile she had on.
She did, however, seem to contain an underlying sadness in her eyes and Hiei wanted to know the cause.
He had seen it several days ago and had been watching her ever since, doing his best to find the cause of his sister’s suffering.
He would kill the person who had caused it. Such beauty, such innocence, did not deserve to feel lingering pain; depression should be unknown territory.
“Lunch is ready, Hiei-san,” Yukina chimed as she set his plate on the low table and took her place next to him. Genkai would eat when she returned from the shrine.
Hiei sat down next to her and picked up his chopsticks, prepared to eat another of the koorime’s delicious meals. But he hesitated a moment before he could pick up a piece of the succulent fish he had been smelling earlier and placed his chopsticks down.
“What is wrong?”
“Eh?” Yukina asked in confusion, “Nothing is wrong, Hiei-san. Why?”
“You are sad,” he pushed.
He had yet to bring his gaze from his quickly cooling plate to his sister’s bewildered stare, but he knew she was looking at him.
“What would make you say that? I have nothing to make me sad,” she argued quickly.
“It is an underlying sadness,” he told her, “A pain that won’t leave your eyes.”
Yukina gasped and stared at the fire demon next to her in shock. How had he been able to read her like that? She stood up and turned away from him before he could see the watery sheen that had blurred her vision; and before he could tell her that he could smell the salty liquid, she walked out of the room.
“I’m surprised she hasn’t done this sooner,” Genkai said from the door to the kitchen as she brought her plate into the dining room.
“What is it?”
Genkai looked at Hiei curiously before asking, “You don’t know? You are the one that caused it.”
Hiei glared at the aging woman in defiance, “I would never hurt her.”
“But you have,” she replied sagely, “You broke a part of her heart when you told her that her brother was as good as dead all those years ago. She tried to be so strong about it when you left, but she broke down and finally gave in a week or so later. She no longer holds any hope that she will see him again, which I am sure makes you happy, but she has lost quite a bit of what makes Yukina, Yukina: her hope, her joy, her innocence and purity of mind, her optimistic outlook. Each of those things has diminished since then.”
“Where is she?” Hiei asked haltingly.
He had known it would hurt his sister when he told her she should give up on looking for her brother, but he had not expected the pain to last so long. He was not allowed to tell her at the time, but even if he could have he would not have told her the truth. His sister was a pure, perfect jewel that would only become tainted by his confession. She could never accept a murdering thief as her brother. Not when she would not even allow harm to fall on her captors and torturers.
“In the garden,” Genkai answered shortly as she lit a cigarette.
“She always works her pain off in the garden.”
Hiei stood up and picked up both his and Yukina’s plates before walking out after his sister.
Genkai smiled as she took a puff of her cigarette.
Maybe this was what it took for Hiei to realize how important he was to Yukina.
And maybe this was what it took for Hiei to finally let someone in.
A coughing fit overwhelmed her and the old fighter put out her cigarette as she held her other hand to her chest, trying to overcome the coughs and wheezes; when she finally settled back down she looked down at the meal and realized she had no appetite.
----
Hiei stood at the entrance to the garden, a plate of food in each hand, as he watched his sister dutifully tend to the myriad of flowering plants that bloomed year round.
He could only imagine what it would look like come spring.
“Even demons must eat,” he said as he walked up behind her.
Yukina cried out in surprise as she looked up into Hiei’s face, “I-I was not hungry, Hiei-san, that is all. I ate quite a bit for breakfast.”
Hiei was not fooled. How could he be when he could still smell the slightly salty scent of tears over the freshly turned soil and could see the pain in her eyes under her façade of happiness.
“Lying does not suit you,” he told her as he set her plate down next to her.
“I am fine,” she shrugged his worry off, “Really, Hiei-san.”
Hiei refused to respond to her, refused to continue the argument. Instead, he sat down next to Yukina and leaned his back against the wall she was working near.
Several moments of silence ensued before Hiei dare bring up the painful topic that both needed to discuss.
“Why do you care so much for someone you have never met nor know anything about?”
Yukina kept her gaze on the weeds she was pulling out of the ground and refused to answer.
“Why do you care so much for a brother who has never come for you? How do you even know if he cares for you? Or even knows you exist?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Yukina began softly as she patted a clump of luxurious top soil over the hole she had just made, “All that stuff doesn’t matter.”
“A brother is a brother, whether he looks at me as a sister or not,” she continued as she placed her hands in her lap, her eyes still refusing to meet Hiei’s gaze, “And if he does not know I exist, then what better way to find out?”
“He could be a thief . Or a murderer,” Hiei continued his argument, “That is how most demons live. He could be like me.”
“A person’s actions don’t always define who they are,” Yukina rebutted, “If most demons live in violence, then it would be understandable if my brother had to live similarly to survive. Plus, I have already said that I would hope my brother would be like Hiei-san.”
The koorime quickly wiped her eyes so as to keep the tears from falling, accidentally leaving a dirt smudge across her cheek.
“But all this does not matter anymore, does it?” she asked as she turned to meet Hiei’s gaze, “It’s not like I’ll ever meet him anyway - whether he wanted to meet me or not.”
Hiei did not reply. How could he reply?
Instead, he did what he did best: he stood up and walked away, leaving Yukina sitting lost in the garden with both of their untouched meals.
Hiei sat in the kitchen, watching his sister prepare lunch for the three of the temple’s inhabitants. He had given up leaving last week and had, for the time being, given in to his sister’s silent plea for him to stay.
The Makai-Ningenkai border would be safe enough without him, and Mukuro had told him that he was free to go almost an entire year ago.
He could use a vacation anyway.
He refused to take his eyes from Yukina’s form, soaking in his sister’s appearance.
She looked good: healthy, pretty happy - especially with the huge smile she had on.
She did, however, seem to contain an underlying sadness in her eyes and Hiei wanted to know the cause.
He had seen it several days ago and had been watching her ever since, doing his best to find the cause of his sister’s suffering.
He would kill the person who had caused it. Such beauty, such innocence, did not deserve to feel lingering pain; depression should be unknown territory.
“Lunch is ready, Hiei-san,” Yukina chimed as she set his plate on the low table and took her place next to him. Genkai would eat when she returned from the shrine.
Hiei sat down next to her and picked up his chopsticks, prepared to eat another of the koorime’s delicious meals. But he hesitated a moment before he could pick up a piece of the succulent fish he had been smelling earlier and placed his chopsticks down.
“What is wrong?”
“Eh?” Yukina asked in confusion, “Nothing is wrong, Hiei-san. Why?”
“You are sad,” he pushed.
He had yet to bring his gaze from his quickly cooling plate to his sister’s bewildered stare, but he knew she was looking at him.
“What would make you say that? I have nothing to make me sad,” she argued quickly.
“It is an underlying sadness,” he told her, “A pain that won’t leave your eyes.”
Yukina gasped and stared at the fire demon next to her in shock. How had he been able to read her like that? She stood up and turned away from him before he could see the watery sheen that had blurred her vision; and before he could tell her that he could smell the salty liquid, she walked out of the room.
“I’m surprised she hasn’t done this sooner,” Genkai said from the door to the kitchen as she brought her plate into the dining room.
“What is it?”
Genkai looked at Hiei curiously before asking, “You don’t know? You are the one that caused it.”
Hiei glared at the aging woman in defiance, “I would never hurt her.”
“But you have,” she replied sagely, “You broke a part of her heart when you told her that her brother was as good as dead all those years ago. She tried to be so strong about it when you left, but she broke down and finally gave in a week or so later. She no longer holds any hope that she will see him again, which I am sure makes you happy, but she has lost quite a bit of what makes Yukina, Yukina: her hope, her joy, her innocence and purity of mind, her optimistic outlook. Each of those things has diminished since then.”
“Where is she?” Hiei asked haltingly.
He had known it would hurt his sister when he told her she should give up on looking for her brother, but he had not expected the pain to last so long. He was not allowed to tell her at the time, but even if he could have he would not have told her the truth. His sister was a pure, perfect jewel that would only become tainted by his confession. She could never accept a murdering thief as her brother. Not when she would not even allow harm to fall on her captors and torturers.
“In the garden,” Genkai answered shortly as she lit a cigarette.
“She always works her pain off in the garden.”
Hiei stood up and picked up both his and Yukina’s plates before walking out after his sister.
Genkai smiled as she took a puff of her cigarette.
Maybe this was what it took for Hiei to realize how important he was to Yukina.
And maybe this was what it took for Hiei to finally let someone in.
A coughing fit overwhelmed her and the old fighter put out her cigarette as she held her other hand to her chest, trying to overcome the coughs and wheezes; when she finally settled back down she looked down at the meal and realized she had no appetite.
----
Hiei stood at the entrance to the garden, a plate of food in each hand, as he watched his sister dutifully tend to the myriad of flowering plants that bloomed year round.
He could only imagine what it would look like come spring.
“Even demons must eat,” he said as he walked up behind her.
Yukina cried out in surprise as she looked up into Hiei’s face, “I-I was not hungry, Hiei-san, that is all. I ate quite a bit for breakfast.”
Hiei was not fooled. How could he be when he could still smell the slightly salty scent of tears over the freshly turned soil and could see the pain in her eyes under her façade of happiness.
“Lying does not suit you,” he told her as he set her plate down next to her.
“I am fine,” she shrugged his worry off, “Really, Hiei-san.”
Hiei refused to respond to her, refused to continue the argument. Instead, he sat down next to Yukina and leaned his back against the wall she was working near.
Several moments of silence ensued before Hiei dare bring up the painful topic that both needed to discuss.
“Why do you care so much for someone you have never met nor know anything about?”
Yukina kept her gaze on the weeds she was pulling out of the ground and refused to answer.
“Why do you care so much for a brother who has never come for you? How do you even know if he cares for you? Or even knows you exist?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Yukina began softly as she patted a clump of luxurious top soil over the hole she had just made, “All that stuff doesn’t matter.”
“A brother is a brother, whether he looks at me as a sister or not,” she continued as she placed her hands in her lap, her eyes still refusing to meet Hiei’s gaze, “And if he does not know I exist, then what better way to find out?”
“He could be a thief . Or a murderer,” Hiei continued his argument, “That is how most demons live. He could be like me.”
“A person’s actions don’t always define who they are,” Yukina rebutted, “If most demons live in violence, then it would be understandable if my brother had to live similarly to survive. Plus, I have already said that I would hope my brother would be like Hiei-san.”
The koorime quickly wiped her eyes so as to keep the tears from falling, accidentally leaving a dirt smudge across her cheek.
“But all this does not matter anymore, does it?” she asked as she turned to meet Hiei’s gaze, “It’s not like I’ll ever meet him anyway - whether he wanted to meet me or not.”
Hiei did not reply. How could he reply?
Instead, he did what he did best: he stood up and walked away, leaving Yukina sitting lost in the garden with both of their untouched meals.