Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Waiting To Live Again ❯ Part 1: Remembering ( Chapter 1 )
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By: sociallyretarded55 
Kurama remembers the first time he knew... waxes poetic about autumn.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 980 | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed
Kurama remembers the first time he knew... waxes poetic about autumn.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 980 | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed
A/N: I like this. I was deep without even realising it. Just one of those days when the words just flow from your fingertips without you even really thinking about it. Yes, this is Hiei/Kurama, if you didn't know. If you don't like shounen-ai, then beat it. If you DO, then by all means, enjoy. Oh, this one is kind of an 'inspiration only' type deal. Meaning I can't and won't write on demand. This one is just for people to contemplate, especially me. I'm gonna play with this one for a while. ^_~
PART 1: REMEMBERING
A soft wind blows through the open window. I sigh and my deep green eyes settle on nothing in particular. Despite the coolness of the shadow, and the glare of the sun, it's been a fitfull morning. My mind has been rolling with abstract thoughts; memories that seem to collide with one another, not related, but random peices of a puzzle that was never finished.
I sigh again. I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. I can see ruby eyes glancing at me from the shade of the tree outside my bedroom window, in the upper branches. Rather than do a double take, I continue to stare into those heavenly eyes until they recede like a ghost fading into nothingness. I wish he was here now, and I remember.
A small yet stoic figure blocks the light of the setting sun from my window. Cast in an orange and purple glow, he seems almost a dream. A gust of wind, and the window breathes, inhaling him into the room to land gracefully on the rug in front of me. Crimson eyes sparkle with unforeseen depth. I never knew him to look so beautiful before. It's simply a wonder I haven't either jumped him or confessed my undying love to him yet. I foolishly wait, in hopes he might do one or the other.
"Hn." It is his usual greeting. I should have expected no more, no less. Despite my dissapointment, I smile anyway, not forcing it. I really am glad to see him after all.
"Hello Hiei." My voice is silky smooth, like his hair. I touched it once while he was sleeping. His having no other place to go but here during bad weather had proved to be a fortunate opportunity for me to get closer to him. Physically, if not emotionally.
"Kurama," he says, with a slight nod, "what are you doing?" I struggle to regain my concentration. He is looking at the papers on my desk. A few of them have math problems scrawled accross them, and one is a Literature assignment, but dominating the desk are drawings, random sketches. Some are of various demons we had fought recently, some of my own imaginings, but most are of the fire youkai standing not two feet away from me. I hastily attempt to move those to the bottom of the pile of papers.
"Just homework." I say it calmly enough, but it seems he is not fooled. Just as I am about to succeed in hiding the multiple Hiei's staring out at me from the pages, he has taken them from me, and is now standing just out of reach. He is always just out of reach.
"Some homework," he says, but it seems he is not yet done. He walks toward me at a normal speed. Unusual for him; he sees no need not to make things as quick as possible. He shoves the papers under my nose, pointing to a sketch of himself staring out a window. One could see the trees outside, but the focus of the picture is clearly the man. He is pointing, specifically, to the eyes.
"They're not dark enough."
"Suuichi!" a voice drifts up from somewhere downstairs. My eyes refocus, the bark of the tree gaining detail along with the the yellow and gold leaves as the blur fades.
"Yes, mother?!"
"Come help me with the groceries, please!"
Sighing, I stand from the bed. As I shut the door to my room, some of the memories seem to gush out with the air being expelled into the otherwise empty hallway. The house is cool and smells like home, and I make my way down the stairs to help my mother.
***
I like autumn. Despite what one may think about it, it being the season in which most things die, it is extraordinarily beautiful. The colors are warm, and the air crisp. The gold of the trees makes it seem magical, and though I know what true magic is, it is to me. I have always loved plants, whether they be used for medicinal purposes, or are just pretty to look at, they sooth me. Nature is my home. It may be quite puzzling as to how something that is dying can increase in beauty. I am not one to solve such a delicate mystery; just let it be, and get lost in the mad beauty.
Maybe it is because of the knowledge that all things return, eventually. The dead make way for the living, nurturing the earth so that it may grow and flourish. Autumn, and winter, in this sense, are only periods of hibernation. In this way, nothing ever really dies, it is simply waiting to live again. Part of me wonders if the same can be said for love. Does it die, fade away into the distance, only to come back later, refreshed and healthy once more?
I'm afraid only time will tell...
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PART 1: REMEMBERING
A soft wind blows through the open window. I sigh and my deep green eyes settle on nothing in particular. Despite the coolness of the shadow, and the glare of the sun, it's been a fitfull morning. My mind has been rolling with abstract thoughts; memories that seem to collide with one another, not related, but random peices of a puzzle that was never finished.
I sigh again. I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. I can see ruby eyes glancing at me from the shade of the tree outside my bedroom window, in the upper branches. Rather than do a double take, I continue to stare into those heavenly eyes until they recede like a ghost fading into nothingness. I wish he was here now, and I remember.
A small yet stoic figure blocks the light of the setting sun from my window. Cast in an orange and purple glow, he seems almost a dream. A gust of wind, and the window breathes, inhaling him into the room to land gracefully on the rug in front of me. Crimson eyes sparkle with unforeseen depth. I never knew him to look so beautiful before. It's simply a wonder I haven't either jumped him or confessed my undying love to him yet. I foolishly wait, in hopes he might do one or the other.
"Hn." It is his usual greeting. I should have expected no more, no less. Despite my dissapointment, I smile anyway, not forcing it. I really am glad to see him after all.
"Hello Hiei." My voice is silky smooth, like his hair. I touched it once while he was sleeping. His having no other place to go but here during bad weather had proved to be a fortunate opportunity for me to get closer to him. Physically, if not emotionally.
"Kurama," he says, with a slight nod, "what are you doing?" I struggle to regain my concentration. He is looking at the papers on my desk. A few of them have math problems scrawled accross them, and one is a Literature assignment, but dominating the desk are drawings, random sketches. Some are of various demons we had fought recently, some of my own imaginings, but most are of the fire youkai standing not two feet away from me. I hastily attempt to move those to the bottom of the pile of papers.
"Just homework." I say it calmly enough, but it seems he is not fooled. Just as I am about to succeed in hiding the multiple Hiei's staring out at me from the pages, he has taken them from me, and is now standing just out of reach. He is always just out of reach.
"Some homework," he says, but it seems he is not yet done. He walks toward me at a normal speed. Unusual for him; he sees no need not to make things as quick as possible. He shoves the papers under my nose, pointing to a sketch of himself staring out a window. One could see the trees outside, but the focus of the picture is clearly the man. He is pointing, specifically, to the eyes.
"They're not dark enough."
"Suuichi!" a voice drifts up from somewhere downstairs. My eyes refocus, the bark of the tree gaining detail along with the the yellow and gold leaves as the blur fades.
"Yes, mother?!"
"Come help me with the groceries, please!"
Sighing, I stand from the bed. As I shut the door to my room, some of the memories seem to gush out with the air being expelled into the otherwise empty hallway. The house is cool and smells like home, and I make my way down the stairs to help my mother.
***
I like autumn. Despite what one may think about it, it being the season in which most things die, it is extraordinarily beautiful. The colors are warm, and the air crisp. The gold of the trees makes it seem magical, and though I know what true magic is, it is to me. I have always loved plants, whether they be used for medicinal purposes, or are just pretty to look at, they sooth me. Nature is my home. It may be quite puzzling as to how something that is dying can increase in beauty. I am not one to solve such a delicate mystery; just let it be, and get lost in the mad beauty.
Maybe it is because of the knowledge that all things return, eventually. The dead make way for the living, nurturing the earth so that it may grow and flourish. Autumn, and winter, in this sense, are only periods of hibernation. In this way, nothing ever really dies, it is simply waiting to live again. Part of me wonders if the same can be said for love. Does it die, fade away into the distance, only to come back later, refreshed and healthy once more?
I'm afraid only time will tell...
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