*smiles like crazy*

     Arigato Gozaimasu! Thankies (or in my literature teacher’s words, “Shangkies”)to all the people who sent me mail about “Everything I Own” and that they liked it! *dances about madly* So happy! I’m so happy I wrote a sad fic!

     .......*sweatdrop*

     Uhm, that doesn’t sound so logical...!

     Oh whatever!

     Yu Yu Hakusho belongs to Togashi-sama, and I don’t intend to harm them, physically anyway.

     And this fic is YAOI. Nothing graphic (Can’t write a lemon. Darn) but still Yaoi. So for those who don't like it, don’t read it. Okay? Repeat after me, No like, no read, no hate mail, no problems. Hai?

     For those who don’t recognize the title, the explanation is at the end.

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Your House

Fic By : Helios

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     It was a house.

     Just a house.

     Looking out of place of the very Japanese street, the house was a model of western architecture and good taste.

     But it was just a house.

     It was just a house, except for *him*.

     To him it was now a forbidden territory. Forbidden to a forbidden child like him.

     But once, once it was his sanctuary, his calm in the midst of the storm he called life, it was his home. Iie, his home belonged to the heart of the youko who now lived in a human body who in turn lived in that house.

     Once…

     But now, it was just a house.

     Yet, he now stood in front of the door, eyeing the keys in his hand, wondering why he came here, why did he risk breaking his heart once again, why he risked the pain of remembering, by using the way that Kurama had taught him to enter, why did he hope when all had been sure. Hoping that Kurama was still waiting for him.

     But what would the youko wait for? It wasn’t as if he had given the youko the morsel of love that he deserved for taking care of him. For loving him. It wasn’t as if he had given the youko a hint of the deep feelings that he had, feelings that he longed to show, yet found no way to do so without breaking his precious walls.

     Those walls, those damn walls! If he had treated Kurama as delicately as he had treated those walls, shattering all that he had constructed all those years of pain that he called his childhood. But truth was, he was still afraid. Afraid that his feelings would not be returned. Afraid that he would bumble and instead earn the youko’s undying hatred. Afraid for Kurama, lest he get hurt. And afraid OF Kurama, lest He himself might get hurt. He was so afraid to move, so Kurama moved on. And Hiei moved on to Makai.

     It had been five years. Yukina had sent word to him about her wedding to the foo...to Kuwabara-kun and he found an excuse to shake off Mukuro’s vice-like grip. The moment he stepped into the Ningenkai he knew a lot of things had changed. But before he faced the pain/pleasure of seeing his sister happy, he would first face the pleasure/pain of facing Kurama.

     As he entered the house, he realized that he had not sensed Kurama’s presence from the outside. Kurama was not home. Muttering a vague curse Hiei turned around to go out.

     And stopped.

     He smelt something. It was something familiar, cloying, yet in a way, comforting and hurting. Almost hypnotized, he followed the scent, down the hall, up the stairs, down another hall until...

     No.

     NO!

     The last place he wanted to be, the one place he had always been.

     Kurama’s bedroom.

     He stood in front of the door, shivering slightly, afraid of opening the door and letting lose the onslaught of unwelcome feelings that he had thought he had killed or buried during the last five years.

     Or so he thought.

     And with a jerking motion he reached for the door, touching the knob...

     And stopped.

     And cursed.

     And turned around to go back down the hall, down the stairs and down the hall and out the door, never to return again.

     And stopped.

     And turned around.

     And froze.

     The door opened on its own accord.

     Hiei shivered with almost violent waves of emotion as he realized what the scent was.

     It was Kurama’s roses.

     He had stayed so long in Makai, he had forgotten how beautiful the roses looked, smelled, felt. It was because, to him, it looked, smelled, felt like Kurama.

     Without him realizing it, he had sat on the bed, looking around the meticulously clean room. It was as if all those five years had never passed. It was as if he was just sitting on the bed. Waiting for Kurama to come up from greeting his mother. Waiting for Kurama. Waiting...

     What was he to wait for? If Kurama was to come home, it would be a little later, after Yukina’s party...

     Oh damn!

     Hiei stood up, cursing himself for being so stupid. He would be late for Yukina’s party! His own sister’s party. Damn. Damn!

     He moved towards the door and in his haste, bumped unto a desk that had not been there five years ago. Something fell from the desk and Hiei cursed, picking it up to put it back.

     And stopped.

     And froze.

     He had been in Ningenkai long enough to be taught the basics of reading, when Kurama wasn’t busy that is. Slowly but surely, they had worked together, until Hiei could read basic words, names...

     It was Kurama’s name that caught his eye. Or rather Shuuichi’s.

     He could understand the whole letter, written in a feminine hand. He understood it all.

 

Shuuichi,

     Hello, Love.

I know that you’ll be at your friend’s party but I have a meeting that I have to go to. But I’ll be there at Midnight. Don’t forget to invite them to our wedding dearest. I do so want to meet all your friends. I hope that they’ll all like me.

     Meet me at midnight, love

     I Love You So, Love.

                                                     Karra

 

     Hiei held the paper in his hands, wanting to burn it, to watch it disappear into a cloud of smoke, to hear the crackling of the burning paper, to smell the smoky residue in the air…

     Instead he put it down.

     And went down the hall.

     And went down the stairs.

     And went down the hall.

     And went out of the door.

     And went out of the house.

     Besides, it was just a house.

     A western looking house in the middle of a Japanese looking street.

     Nothing more than a house.

*** Owari***

 

*sighs*

Okay, for those who don’t recognize the title, it’s one of Alanis Morisette’s songs named “Your House”. It’s the acapella thing on her “Jagged Little Pill” Album. My friend introduced me to Alanis and the song and I’ve loved them ever since. This song is one of the most heart wrenching songs I’ve ever heard.

 

So anyway, if you’d like to comment or what, send it over to me at [email protected] Ja, Everyone!