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Of Life and Love	By : LuciferDragon Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 2765 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Theme 16: Weakness

Time: During “Bonds of Life”

Pairing: Hiei x Sha (sorry yet again. Been watching my DVDs, and a voice over for the preview of the one that shows Hiei’s past made me think of this one. And he’s just such a fun character to play around with ^^;)

Nightmare

“He’s a monster, cast him off the cloud.”
“No! I won’t let you kill my son!”
“When you seek your vengeance, I ask you to kill me first.”
“I do not operate on just anyone.”
A drill, a deafening sound of screams. Blood, lots of blood. And then utter darkness.
“She killed herself not long after.”
“He will never belong anywhere!”
Hiei woke with a start, feeling a cold sweat start to envelop him. The dreams again. The memories… He carefully sat up in his bed, not wanting to wake his bedmate for something as trivial as this. He was unsuccessful though, as he pulled his legs to his chest and rested his head on his knees.
“You were groaning in your sleep, in a painful way.” Sha hadn’t yet rolled onto her other side to look at him, and he was grateful for that. “Your own demons are catching up to you again, aren’t they?”
“You know nothing of what I’m feeling, so don’t even try to sympathize with me.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“I know so.” He got out of bed and left her room, feeling like he wasn’t right where he was anymore.
“And where do you think you’re going?” She lifted herself up on her elbows, looking out the open door to the living room, where he had disappeared to in the dark. When she got no answer, she growled and cursed in Dracish. She pulled herself away from her pillows and straightened out the oversized T-shirt she had gone to bed in. He wasn’t in the living room, when she went out to investigate, nor was he in the kitchen. That left only the balcony. She found him there, leaning against the cool steel bars.
“What do you want?”
She took a hesitant step back. She was used to hearing him lace his words with venom to other people, but not to her. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? You were fine a few hours ago.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“If you don’t talk about it, it will eventually eat you alive.”
“It hasn’t yet, so why should I care now?”
“Because I care, isn’t that reason enough?”
He finally turned to look at her, seeing she had planted her hands on her hips and had a nasty look on her face, more than likely due to his words. “You won’t understand.”
“Try me.”
He shook his head. “You know the beginning of the story. That’s all you need to know.”
“No, it’s not. You put this damn ring on my finger for a reason. A few, really. One of those reasons is that you trust me.” She stared him in the eye. “Am I wrong?”
“You’re not wrong. But you still won’t understand why I have these memories.”
“You think that. Do you forget what I told you about my existence?”
“What about it?”
“I’m not supposed to exist. I was a child created out of sin and treachery. When I was old enough to understand it all, what the jeers were about, dragons executed my mother while my father was away, and cast me away from the Dragon Lands.”
He looked back out at the streets lined with still-active demons.
“I was raised by a group of thieves that had another dragon of a different species with them, around my age. We pillaged and plundered, the older men raped and murdered, and we were happy. Then, after I mated with the other dragon, the others in the group started being plucked off. Until it was the two of us.”
He closed his eyes, but still didn’t say anything.
“He was killed too. I vowed then I wouldn’t stop killing, until his murderer was slain. You have no idea how much blood has stained my hands, and how many souls have stained my own.” Her intent gaze never wavered. “Still think I don’t understand?”
“I was thinking and speaking out of anger. For that, I’m sorry.” He allowed her to step closer, reveling in the feel of her putting her arms around his bared waist and having her weight against his back. “I hate being weak. I always have.”
“No one enjoys feeling helpless. But you’re not weak.”
“I show signs of it.” He heard her laugh through her nose slightly. “What’s amusing about that?”
“We all show signs of faltering, at some point in time. At least once. When we dream, we’re at our most vulnerable point. Barriers we erect during the day crumble, and things we hate to remember claim our attention.”
“That still doesn’t help me figure out how to not be weakened by them.”
“You can’t be, easy as that.” She moved away to stand next to him. “Not if you let it keep eating you alive.”
“What about you? Don’t you have your weak moments?”
“I do. Though for one, no one is around to see it, and two, I’ve come to terms with most of my past so it doesn’t harass me as often anymore.”
“Come to terms…? That would help?” She nodded. “How?”
“By talking to someone, you dried up well of emotions.” Sha placed a small punch to his arm, more playful than anything.
“You make it seem so easy. I have no one to talk to about it all.”
“You forget who you share a bed with.”
“All right, let me rephrase that: I have never had the desire to talk to anyone about it at all.”
A small smile appeared on her face as she took hold of his arm lightly. “If you come back to bed with me and tell me everything, I’ll be sure to make it up to you.”
With his curiosity struck, he allowed her to lead him back inside, where he’d soon forget all about the nightmares that ruined his sleep for the night.
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