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Part
2: Making decisions
Standard
YYH disclaimer
Note:
This fic is yaoi. So if you don't like that, stay away from this fic.
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3
years...
Hiei
stared out the window in his bedroom. 3 years of never seeing Kurama, the youko
that had captured his heart and soul. Ever since he left the Ningenkai, he had
been training in Mukuro's palace. Keeping himself preoccupied.
A
day never went by without Hiei obsessing over the fox. What would have happened
if he had never left Kurama that night?
He
sighed as he gazed up at the sky. He should be seeing stars but the fog was so
thick that it blocked any view of the bright stars.
The
fire demon wondered briefly if Kurama was gazing up at the sky too. Thinking of
him. But it had been too long. The fox may have already found someone. His
heart clenched at the thought. He deserved it. The fox was offering him love,
love that he'd been longing for ever since he was casted away from the floating
island of the Koorime.
He
stood up from his seat on the window and walked over to the rarely used full
length mirror that Mukuro insisted on placing in the room. His crimson eyes
stared at his reflection in the mirror.
For
the past three years his body had changed. His facial features grew sharper,
more mature, but innocence still showed through. His hair had grown longer,
reaching to his shoulders. And he was no longer the shrimp Kuwabara always
called him. As he stared at himself he must say that he was as tall as the body
of Minamino Shuuichi.
Back to Kurama again. He smiled faintly. And I've grown softer too. He still kept
his face impassive, but he wasn't as rotten-tempered as before as the kitsune
called him.
His eyes
landed on a white scarf that was hanging on the mirror's leg. He took it and
stared at the clear stitch marks. He remembered when this same scarf got torn
on one of their missions and Kurama offered to fix it for him even if he had
lots of other scarfs. But this one, he rubbed the soft material along his
cheek, was the scarf he treasured the most. He would never let any of the
servants wash it except him.
He
met eyes with his reflection. Was it time to go back? Was Kurama still waiting
in the Ningenkai for him?
With
a sigh, he lay down on the large bed and closed his eyes. Hoping that he would
dream about a certain kitsune and hopefully come to a decision if it was time
to go back.
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End of Part two