Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Rose with Thorns and the Lavender of No Scent ❯ The Agony of Love ( Chapter 1 )
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By: CHEAP_luff 
In which you meet the stalker... and some pretty roses.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 12.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 282 | Status: Completed
In which you meet the stalker... and some pretty roses.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 12.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 282 | Status: Completed
The Rose With Thorns and the Lavender of No Scent
by CHEAP LUFF
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho doesn't belong to me. Never will. Thank you.
The Agony of Love
Days continue and follow, I hardly know where I am now. Ever since I left no town or place holds a significant difference. As the wind blows no one notices me.
I don't care, the only one person I want to see me is not here, I cannot see him yet. The one with the rose red hair and forest green eyes.
He's the one. But, like I said, he is not here to see me. I know if I met him anyway he would not know I'm there unless I waved a hand in front of him.
It is because of what I am, and what happened to me. I care not to explain stranger, you can find it for yourself. Oh my beautiful youkai of roses, you cannot catch my scent of lavender can you?
No... I thought not, for there you are, like everyone else, standing there so beautifully, you cannot be touched, and you cannot see... at least not me.
Oh, there is your friend, the one of the black roaring flames. I see it in his eyes, his crimson eyes like blood, that he cannot see me either.
I sigh in misery.
You would not know my pain, to be there yet not be seen. To be feeling yet not be felt for. It is not physical pain that can tear the heart to shreds. Those modern doctors, those surgeons, they can pull the heart apart, but it never hurts, not like that of the broken heart when you have an unrequited love buried deep within your breast. The agony tears at me, like a raging beast seeking to feast upon my burning flesh.
I sigh once more and turn away. I can't bear to watch you any longer. I will wait until you are on the move again and continue my quest to follow you.
I could never stop trailing after you like your fragrant garden scent does, like it I will never cease my existence, but only hide until I feel I can truly be seen.
I damn this mortal skin I must where that hides my scent. Love, capture my lavenders and remember me! See me and know I will never stop, but to shelter you.
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A short man standing next to the lovely one with rosy hair turns his head and sniff in the air delicately, as though he knows something the other does not.
He growls, smelling something that displeases him and glares in the general direction it came from. His spiked midnight hair wavers in the breeze, tickling beneath the other's nose and making them sneeze, distracting the shorter from his growling.
"You smell it again?" the emerald eyed man asks, rubbing his nose gingerly. The shorter one nods. "I don't know who or what it is, but they've been following us ever since we left that Ami-ri-ca place." he growls in a husky voice, ruby eyes flashing.
The taller one sighs, his own longish rose colored hair swishing in the slight breeze. "Hiei, I'm sure if they were a threat they would have attacked by now." he replies, admonishing the other in a light flowing voice, that even had a creamy sort of feel to it.
The other, Hiei, scowls his ever present scowl and snorts, turning away. "You're too lenient Kurama." he hisses back, crossing his arms over a black garbed muscular chest.
Kurama sighs. "And you're too tense." he replied turning away as well and looking through the window of a shop they were passing. "Oh look, what a beautiful thing." he said in a bit of surprise.
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I'm surprised too, love. Humans are so clumsy, but the things they make, sometimes they can be most marvelous. I glance at the beauty again and smile.
No wonder you liked it, my rose. It was a flower shop you looked into. A rose flower shop.
Many white roses were mixed together with those sun-kissed roses of yellow and pink, like the morning's dawn. In the center was a deep blood red rose, not unlike your hair, that was perfectly bloomed. What a lovely bouquet. Maybe I should buy it for you.
I wait for you to pass and ignore my presence as usual. Your friend, Hiei, he noticed me that once and now seems to follow my scent that is barely there. His nose is sharper than yours love, and I marvel at that.
I step into the shop and smile politely at the middle aged man behind the counter. "Good day sir." I say kindly, "That bouquet in the window, how much is it?"
He smiles back at me, somewhat knowingly. "It's $50. My daughter worked on it for a day and night. It was hard for her to give it up."
I smiled once more, this time with warmth and understanding. "An artist I'll say. She made it perfectly. I'll take it." I replied, pulling out the necessary money. "You may keep the change, I believe that growing artists or ones that are even done growing need a little extra tip once in a awhile."
The man grinned and let out a laugh, taking the money. "Would you like to keep it as it is or have it delivered somewhere?" he asked. I pulled out a card and wrote a simple note on it for you to find, love.
I gently clipped it to the red rose and then wrote down your address. "Send it here please." I said and then walked out the door without so much as another word, just a simple smile.
I looked a little ways to see you had trekked far with your fire youkai friend. I gave a weary, pained smile and began to trail after you, hoping I could catch up without losing you.
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Kurama sighed wistfully. "I still wish you would have let me get that rose assemble." he said disappointedly, his emerald eyes wilting sadly.
Hiei rolled his eyes. "Hn." he simply said as though it didn't matter. I know what would have happened though.
Those delightful flowers would have greeted you like a lover, crawling all over you and welcoming you as though you hadn't come back for years. Oh, how jealous I get over plants!
Hiei's eyes narrowed and he turns his head around, looking for the source of my scent in vain. Then he spits disgustedly onto the sidewalk and turns away in defeat, though he won't admit it.
Prideful little youkai.
Kurama glances curiously at him and then shrugs it off. Most likely because he knows his friend is frustrated with himself. You two have been friends for so long, you know each other better than you know yourselves.
I wish I could have known someone like that, someone who knew how I would feel about some thing, who knew what I would say, before I myself knew.
Now I'm jealous of that prideful little fire youkai. I sigh and think, 'What have I come to for love?'
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A/N:
This will be my first time writing a fanfic on the Yuyu Gang so if any of the characters are a bit OOC I'd appreciate it if you told me. Thanks.
by CHEAP LUFF
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho doesn't belong to me. Never will. Thank you.
The Agony of Love
Days continue and follow, I hardly know where I am now. Ever since I left no town or place holds a significant difference. As the wind blows no one notices me.
I don't care, the only one person I want to see me is not here, I cannot see him yet. The one with the rose red hair and forest green eyes.
He's the one. But, like I said, he is not here to see me. I know if I met him anyway he would not know I'm there unless I waved a hand in front of him.
It is because of what I am, and what happened to me. I care not to explain stranger, you can find it for yourself. Oh my beautiful youkai of roses, you cannot catch my scent of lavender can you?
No... I thought not, for there you are, like everyone else, standing there so beautifully, you cannot be touched, and you cannot see... at least not me.
Oh, there is your friend, the one of the black roaring flames. I see it in his eyes, his crimson eyes like blood, that he cannot see me either.
I sigh in misery.
You would not know my pain, to be there yet not be seen. To be feeling yet not be felt for. It is not physical pain that can tear the heart to shreds. Those modern doctors, those surgeons, they can pull the heart apart, but it never hurts, not like that of the broken heart when you have an unrequited love buried deep within your breast. The agony tears at me, like a raging beast seeking to feast upon my burning flesh.
I sigh once more and turn away. I can't bear to watch you any longer. I will wait until you are on the move again and continue my quest to follow you.
I could never stop trailing after you like your fragrant garden scent does, like it I will never cease my existence, but only hide until I feel I can truly be seen.
I damn this mortal skin I must where that hides my scent. Love, capture my lavenders and remember me! See me and know I will never stop, but to shelter you.
-------
A short man standing next to the lovely one with rosy hair turns his head and sniff in the air delicately, as though he knows something the other does not.
He growls, smelling something that displeases him and glares in the general direction it came from. His spiked midnight hair wavers in the breeze, tickling beneath the other's nose and making them sneeze, distracting the shorter from his growling.
"You smell it again?" the emerald eyed man asks, rubbing his nose gingerly. The shorter one nods. "I don't know who or what it is, but they've been following us ever since we left that Ami-ri-ca place." he growls in a husky voice, ruby eyes flashing.
The taller one sighs, his own longish rose colored hair swishing in the slight breeze. "Hiei, I'm sure if they were a threat they would have attacked by now." he replies, admonishing the other in a light flowing voice, that even had a creamy sort of feel to it.
The other, Hiei, scowls his ever present scowl and snorts, turning away. "You're too lenient Kurama." he hisses back, crossing his arms over a black garbed muscular chest.
Kurama sighs. "And you're too tense." he replied turning away as well and looking through the window of a shop they were passing. "Oh look, what a beautiful thing." he said in a bit of surprise.
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I'm surprised too, love. Humans are so clumsy, but the things they make, sometimes they can be most marvelous. I glance at the beauty again and smile.
No wonder you liked it, my rose. It was a flower shop you looked into. A rose flower shop.
Many white roses were mixed together with those sun-kissed roses of yellow and pink, like the morning's dawn. In the center was a deep blood red rose, not unlike your hair, that was perfectly bloomed. What a lovely bouquet. Maybe I should buy it for you.
I wait for you to pass and ignore my presence as usual. Your friend, Hiei, he noticed me that once and now seems to follow my scent that is barely there. His nose is sharper than yours love, and I marvel at that.
I step into the shop and smile politely at the middle aged man behind the counter. "Good day sir." I say kindly, "That bouquet in the window, how much is it?"
He smiles back at me, somewhat knowingly. "It's $50. My daughter worked on it for a day and night. It was hard for her to give it up."
I smiled once more, this time with warmth and understanding. "An artist I'll say. She made it perfectly. I'll take it." I replied, pulling out the necessary money. "You may keep the change, I believe that growing artists or ones that are even done growing need a little extra tip once in a awhile."
The man grinned and let out a laugh, taking the money. "Would you like to keep it as it is or have it delivered somewhere?" he asked. I pulled out a card and wrote a simple note on it for you to find, love.
I gently clipped it to the red rose and then wrote down your address. "Send it here please." I said and then walked out the door without so much as another word, just a simple smile.
I looked a little ways to see you had trekked far with your fire youkai friend. I gave a weary, pained smile and began to trail after you, hoping I could catch up without losing you.
-------
Kurama sighed wistfully. "I still wish you would have let me get that rose assemble." he said disappointedly, his emerald eyes wilting sadly.
Hiei rolled his eyes. "Hn." he simply said as though it didn't matter. I know what would have happened though.
Those delightful flowers would have greeted you like a lover, crawling all over you and welcoming you as though you hadn't come back for years. Oh, how jealous I get over plants!
Hiei's eyes narrowed and he turns his head around, looking for the source of my scent in vain. Then he spits disgustedly onto the sidewalk and turns away in defeat, though he won't admit it.
Prideful little youkai.
Kurama glances curiously at him and then shrugs it off. Most likely because he knows his friend is frustrated with himself. You two have been friends for so long, you know each other better than you know yourselves.
I wish I could have known someone like that, someone who knew how I would feel about some thing, who knew what I would say, before I myself knew.
Now I'm jealous of that prideful little fire youkai. I sigh and think, 'What have I come to for love?'
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A/N:
This will be my first time writing a fanfic on the Yuyu Gang so if any of the characters are a bit OOC I'd appreciate it if you told me. Thanks.