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The Art of Loving Oneself	By : Megallica Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hiei/Kurama Views: 4288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The world has ended, so why do I still live? Why do I continue to wander this desolate place, searching endlessly, fruitlessly for signs of those who I once knew? Figures stretch along the periphery of my vision, taunting me with their familiarity but disappear when I try to get a better look.

A flicker of orange and then black. I can almost hear voices. If I strain my ears, the silence takes on a less oppressive sound. The nothingness presses in on my brain. I am alone.

I am alone here.

Kurama knew the moment he woke up that something was wrong. The alarm clock beside his bed had awoken him to nothing but static. Normally, the morning news blared into his ear moments after he woke. Instead, Kurama had woken to the sound of dead-air.

It was odd, but Kurama tried to write it off as an electrical malfunction at the radio station and he shut off his alarm. He stood, gathering his towel and clothing for the day, not totally registering the lack of background noise.

Kurama made breakfast, packed his lunch, and headed into the living room, content to get his morning news from the television. Unfortunately, he experienced the same perplexing dead air he’d gotten from his radio. None of the television stations were working. Was his cable out? He knew he’d paid his bill so why didn’t any of the channels have anything other than a blank, black screen and the same abnormally high-pitched whistling noise playing in the background?

It defied logic. But Kurama wasn’t going to stick around and question it. He had to get to work. In a way, it was refreshing to have such a dull, normal job. Accountants rarely had to save the world. Kurama had never met another accountant who had experience fighting paranormal creatures. He smiled softly as he exited his apartment to head for the train that would take him to work.

His satisfaction was short-lived, however. The moment Kurama stepped out of his apartment, he knew something was horribly, horribly wrong. There were cars stopped in the middle of the road, one or two still running but most apparently dead or out of gas. All the stores were vacant of people even though the 24 hour convenience store still had all its lights on and the doors unlocked. As Kurama walked, he began to feel an edge of panic. Where was everyone?

It didn’t look at all right. Kurama walked past the house where he knew a large dog lived, waiting for it to bark but he heard nothing. Not the sound of morning commuters or stray cats. No radios or televisions playing from inside houses, not even the wind seemed to be blowing.

Not that Kurama was expecting the trains to still be running, he still headed to the station and was shocked when one arrived. It was just as empty as the rest of the city. Evidence of people was everywhere, backpacks, briefcases, cell phones, jewelry all littered the train but their owners had apparently left them there.

Kurama didn’t get off at his usual stop. He kept going, kept riding the train to where Kuwabara still lived with his family. He didn’t know what he was expecting. So far, he hadn’t met up with anyone, although the longer he was awake, the more he felt like he was being watched somehow. The Kuwabara home looked the same as it ever had apart from the fact that no one greeted him at the door. Kurama knocked and waited, not listening to the voice in the back of his mind shouting that he’d be able to feel reiki if there were humans nearby. After almost twenty minutes, Kurama let himself inside.

Seeing Kuwabara’s house, exactly as he remembered it but with a complete lack of any living creature inside, made Kurama’s heart sink. Where had they gone? Not even Kuwabara’s six cats were about, their litter box was clean, food dish and water dish full.

Kurama left Kuwabara’s house and headed down a few blocks to where Yuusuke lived. He found the same scene there The television was on in the living room, but there was nothing playing except the black screen and the high-pitched sound of dead air. Kurama turned it off. That sound made his hair stand on end.

Kurama moved the afghan draped over the arm and sat down on Yuusuke’s couch. Maybe if he waited, the Mazoku would return? By now, Kurama realized it was pointless. Whatever had happened in the night to have caused every living creature in the city to disappear had taken Yuusuke and Kuwabara along.

“Where is everyone?” Kurama called into the silence. He cringed at the way his voice sounded. Dull, lacking in substance. He knew it had reached no one’s ears. It should have echoed in the emptiness. Why didn’t his voice echo?

Run, run, run, run. He has to be here! If I keep running, I’ll find him. The scene changes. Now I’m in a cave, staring at a horrifying scene. I can barely even see it. It scares me. Is it a monster? Is it simply a tree? Why is there a tree in this cave? Why am I approaching it? It frightens me. I turn around and see Yuusuke. Oh, thank goodness, there’s someone else here. But I’m not surprised to see him. I speak in a voice not my own. “What happened?” I’m angry. I am unbelievably angry. I want to burn that monster but I can’t. It’ll kill him. He’ll DIE if I do. What should I do with my rage? Find the bastard that did this and kill him. Kill him brutally. Slowly rip his tendons from the bone. Bleed him until he nearly passes out. String his entrails from this very cave and burn them to ashes.

“I don’t know,” Yuusuke replies. He looks scared too. That just makes me angrier.

“You don’t know?!” I demand. “You don’t KNOW how this happened?! What good are you then? You’re just as useless as the humans.” Useless, stupid humans. That’s why he’s in this mess. That’s why he’s--

“Hiei, calm down. We have to figure this out.”

“Be silent.” I scowl at Yuusuke. “I’m already trying.”

Hiei turns around. Now he’s looking at me. “Kurama?” His voice reaches me from far away. I walk toward him. He is a welcome sight.

When Kurama woke up, he was still on Yuusuke’s couch, having drifted off while he wondered what to do next. He was disoriented. “A dream...” he muttered into the emptiness, pinching himself now to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming. “What a cruel dream...”

Kurama stood. Maybe Hiei was calling him? Maybe Hiei and Yuusuke were still alive. That cave, where had he seen that cave before? Was it Makai? Kurama threw the afghan away and headed toward Makai, already certain it was useless to check, but he had to.

It was easy enough to get through the portal. Too easy, actually. Kurama was disheartened when he arrived in Alaric and wasn’t accosted by Hiei’s guards. He tried not to let it bother him. Instead, he ran toward the jungle, terrified of the silence around him. Even the plants, which should know him didn’t respond to his touch. There were no sounds. In a way, this was eerier than Sarayashiki. The silence seemed bigger here. He was alone in the jungle and for the first time in a long while he was afraid.

A cave was up ahead, Kurama thought it looked like it might be the cave in his dream. He entered. “Hiei?” he called. Again, his voice didn’t echo. “Yuusuke? Hiei?” Kurama kept walking, his pace faster now. He was running moments later. “Hiei?! Hiei, where are you!?” Why wasn’t Hiei coming to rescue him? Hiei always came when Kurama needed him. “Hiei! Help!”

He was alone.
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