Love and Hatred

ce:...

Scottie: Say something.

ce: Rot in hell.

Scottie: *rolls eyes* I meant to your readers.

ce: *looks* *smiles slightly* Hey. Glad you decided to read this. *looks at cousin* *glares*

Scottie: *rolls eyes again* Would you stop that?!? I said it was the only way to wake you up!

ce: I've said it before, I'll say it again: Rot. In. Hell.

Scottie: *rolls eyes a third time* I went to her house this morning and poured water on her to wake her up. She's been in a bitchy mood towards me all day. *snickers* It was pretty funny, though. *snickers again*

ce: *glares* *looks at readers* *smiles* I'll warn you now. This chapter is pretty short, but if you read, and review, I'll extend the next chapter to make it a little longer. But, if no one reviews, I'll go ahead and remove this story and chapter. Or I might just post the second chapter for the hell of it. It doesn't really matter. But please, you shouldn't judge a story on the first chapter alone. Sometimes, the story just gets better from that point, even if the first chapter's not that good. Those are just my crappy thoughts. Maybe no one else thinks like that, but hey, if you do...well...I don't really know. Oh well. On with the chapter!

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Disclaimer: I'm poor. He's poor. I'm an idiot. He's a loon. Do ya really think we could own a damn thing? I think not.

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One figure...one, lonely figure...

...he stood...no...swayed...swayed in the wind.

The boy was about 5' 9". Very slender and small, but strong, build. Striking, emerald-green eyes. Beautiful, blood-red locks, about mid-back. He had very sharp, handsome features. He had many, faithful, loyal, and reliable friends. He was wanted and lusted after by nearly every man, woman, and demon in the three worlds. And he had a wonderful, picture-perfect, family. What more could you ask for?

He was the type of person, many would say, that had an absolutely, relaxed, luxurious life, with nothing to worry about, and able to do what, or who, he pleased. (a/n: Don't think I'm weird for putting that comment in there. It's a hentai fic, after all.)

He stepped coleser to the edge of the cliff.(a/n: Yeah, yeah. The lonkheaded cousin and I couldn't think of any other place to put him...although I could think of one place I want him. Scottie: *mutters* Perverted, hell-raising, bitch. ce: *mutters* Dipwadded asshole.)

He didn't know why he was there. Just that he couldn't take any more of his so-called perfect life.

He had thought about returning to the Makai. But ruled against it. If he went back there, he would have to work for Yomi again. Yomi would just use him to warm his bed nearly every night. Like some wanton whore.

He had also decided against going up to Spirit World. If he told Koenma he wished to stop helping the detective, Yusuke Urameshi, he might imprison him once more.

Of course, staying in the Nigenkai was out of the question.

He had no choice. No other option. This was the only way he could assure himself no more pain.

There was nothing he could do. He had tried hiding his feelings...and had been...for so long it hurt.

Everytime he felt something other than pain, guilt, hate, or remorse, he had to push it away.

Just...lock it up...so no one knew of his feelings.

He couldn't take it. He wouldn't.

He just wanted...no...needed... it all to end.

He was Youko Kurama.

He could not fall in love. He wasn't supposed to.

Yet...he had.

Unfortunately, the one he had fallen for, could never return his own feelings.

'How foolish could I be?' the demon asked himself. 'He could never return such feelings. He was not meant for them. But...even if he could, they would not be for me. I have betrayed him far too many times in our past, for him to even think of me as more than a friend, if that.' he reasoned. 'He must hate to see me every day. He hates me.' he thought sadly.

/Oh yeah? Then why does he always go to you when he is wounded?/ questioned his inner voice. /You know he would never admit to anyone, other than you, that he needs help, of any sort./ it said.

He felt a strong gust of wind around him, and a small wetness on his cheek. At first, he thought he was crying. But, then realized that it was raining. Kurama looked up at the sky. It had turned a dark, gloomy gray. Kurama smiled sadly. It seemed that the Kami-sama was feeling what he was at that moment. It was strange. The weather had always taken on a color similar to his mood. He shook his head.

'It doesn't matter.' the fox thought. 'It still hurts. I just...can't take it. It is too painful.' he thought, stepping closer to the edge of the cliff.

"I love you...Hiei." were the last words Kurama said, before falling...falling into the dark abyss.

(ce: We were thinking of ending it here... Scottie: ...but, we decided, we might as well get this part done, too.)
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Hiei sat in his favorite tree.

Thinking. Just thinking.

About what, you ask?

You'd be surprised.

~Damn fox. Why the hell doesn't he give up. He knows he cannot resist me for long.~he smirked inwardly, keeping his outward expression neutral. Even if there was no one around, he couldn't be seen looking as if he were talking to himself, could he? ~Hn. Stupid fox. It does him no good to hide his feelings from one who must hide their own.~

A strong gust of wind blew through his short, spiked, black-and-white streaked hair. His ruby eyes closed briefly, resting them. A drop of rain hit his face. He shivered, and unconsciously pulled his black cloak, closer to his lithe, yet, muscular form. A frown raced over his sharp feautures.

~Why does the fox not want me to know of his feelings?~ he questioned himself.

~~Why else?~~ a voice countered. ~~You are the Forbidden One. He thinks you could never return his feelings of deep care. It is only natural to think.~~

Hiei's dark eyes narrowed, and he growled, deeply.

~Who are you?!?~ he demanded. The koorime hated not being in control of all his surroundings, and this, was not an exception.

~~I am you.~~ it replied.

~What the hell are you talking about?!?~

~~I am your inner voice...conscience...if you will.~~ it said back. (a/n: Sorry if we spelled that wrong.)

~Get out of...~ the fire demon's thoughts trailed off, as he saw someone on the cliff above the valley. He cocked his head to the side, wondering who in their right mind, would have the guts to do it. He sniffed the air, trying to find out if it was a demon, or a ningen, (a/n: Is that spelled right?) but couldn't tell, because the wind had not let up, yet.

Hiei narrowed his eyes again, trying to find an energy source from, whoever, or whatever, it was, but it appeared that, too, would be unsuccessful. The figure had somehow hidden his ki.~It must be a demon. No ningen could hide their energy source from me.~

Hiei stared at the figure, trying to watch it, through the rain, that continued to fall.

~~Aren't you going to see who it is?~~the annoying voice asked.

~Why should I?~

He heard a sigh. (a/n: That would be weird, ne? Hearing a sigh from a voice in your head? Scottie: *opens mouth to say something* ce: *glares* Dont. Even. Think. About. It. Scottie: *shrugs* ~~You are hopeless. And you wonder why so many think of you as a cold, heartless demon.~~it drawled, lazily.

Hiei scowled, and looked back at the cliff-top, seeing the figure step closer to the edge. He heard it say something, and then...

...it jumped...

...lightning flashed, showing blood-red locks...

Hiei's heart jumped to his throat. He looked down. Directly below the cliff, there were sharp, jagged rocks. ~Fox...~ he thought, before jumping down from his tree.

He ran.

He ran as fast as his body would allow.

He leapt on one of the jagged rocks, and went higher.

Higher.

Higher.

The lightning flashed again. He saw the kitsune's body slam into a sharp, protruding rock.

Hiei's eyes widened. He reached out his arms, grabbing onto the fox's pink-ish uniform, and pulled him into his strong arms.

He looked down, seeing that he was about ten feet above the rocks, and leapt over a fraction of an inch. Just enough to land them onto the ground safley, without harming either of them. Hiei landed gracefully, and collasped onto the ground beneath them, lied the youko down, and looked him over.

The kitsune had gotten quite a bit of damage, just by that one hit. The side of his face had a long, slender gash upon it. His right sleeve had been torn, and below it, was a deeper gash, than the one on his face. On his side, just below the rib-cage, was a side-long slash, that enabled you to see a small portion of his ribs, that Hiei knew, would be needed to be treated before it was infected. The rest of his torso was covered in small scratches, not really anything to be worried about. He had also passed out sometime during the fall. (a/n: Okay, I don't really know if you can get that much damage from hitting one sharp, rock, but that's how it works out in this story.)

~~Well, are you just going to sit there and let him die?~~ the irritating voice asked him.

Hiei snarled, and picked up the limp body. ~He will not die.~ he snapped and launched himself to the direction of Genkai's temple.


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ce: Okay. So it's not long either, and we know that Kurama is outta character. And Hiei. But, please,please tell us what you think.

Scottie: It'll really, really encourage us to continue this.

ce: We already have most of the third chapter typed, we just need a few more ideas. If you have any ideas, tell us in your review.

Scottie: If you don't review, you won't get another chapter.

ce: Please review!!!! *pouts* Please? *whines*

Scottie: *smirks* You're desperate.

ce: For reviews anyway.

Scottie: *shakes head in amusement* Crazy girl. PEACE OUT, PEOPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!