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Yu Yu Hakusho is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shonen Jump
Weekly, Fuji TV and Studio Pierrot
Keshiki, Kurai, Fuyu & Minora are mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiei gazed down at Kurama's ningen apartment. Judging from the youko's steady, but low ki, he knew that the fox was already asleep. The fire demon masked hi youki all the same and flitted down to the redhead's window. Kurama was lying on the bed with his back against the window. The fire demon slowly opened his jagan, making sure that Kurama was deeply sleeping before he would decide on entering the room. The fire demon quietly stepped inside, closing the windowpane after him. He exhaled softly and knelt before the fox's bed. He peered at the beautiful sleeping youko and an involuntary smile crept on his tired face. So lovely and so delicate and yet so strong and so needed. Hiei settled on the cold floor beside the bed and positioned his katana at his disposal. *************** Kurama sat up abruptly and stared wide-eyed at his dark, cold room. The kitsune adjusted his eyes to the gloom until his eyes settled on the bedside clock. It was only 3 a.m. The redhead noticed that his window was open and frowned at himself. He must have forgotten to close it. Kurama sighed and padded over to the windowsill, shutting the windowpane gently. The youko then settled back on the bed, shivering. He had awakened from a bad dream. He saw himself walking aimlessly in the makai forest, feeling confused and defenseless. It had struck him that he had forgotten the names and faces of his friends, what he was, or where he came from. Then out of nowhere, a dense fog had encompassed the area where he stood. He sensed someone or something moving behind him and caught a glimpse of sharp fangs, laughing mockingly. He perceived the sounds of flapping wings and incessant painful moaning. He curled his right fist tightly, preparing for any attack and felt a sharp, stinging pain on the palm. When he looked down at his hands, he was staggered to find a very sharp, pointed knife stuck deeply on his right palm. He had closed his fist on it , the hand bleeding profusely. It was then that the mysterious creature attacked. Kurama acted on instinct and struck it with the knife on his palm. He took a step back as the faceless figure fell on his feet, and so did a dozen or more dark, round and shiny stones. He had awakened then, too bothered by the sight of those bloody, dark tear gems.
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