The Wind
by Rogelio Ocampo
A fic for all the fans of Kurama and Hiei:
The Wind
Here I am sat down at the beach trying to imagine what there were really among us in the past. Perhaps that wind has brought me that memory, he is very similar to the same wind of the day of its death. How many years did happen ever since? Ten, twenty... that doesn't really matter, what matters it is that you are not here, more I cannot play it. I try to convince me that my tears are made of the sand that the wind played in my eyes, but nor the more the men's fool would be convinced of that.
Yes, the more the men's fool, Kuwabara, perhaps? I remind when he and Yukina got married and mainly of the expression of Hiei, its eyes that you/they tried to emit hate to Kuwabara, but that wanted the best for the couple in the fund, because he knew that Kuwabara would defend Yukina of who wants that went and I know that in the fund, Kuwabara knew about that. In the day that Hiei died I could see in its eyes a deep sadness, after all who would pick now on him it? Everything there was been lost. It is the wind it blew about on us of a small body without life. Tears dropped as rain and thunders pointed in the sky. It was the announcement of a storm, perhaps inside of all us, but that was reflected in the time. We could feel the wind as hitting us and a fight that lasted years expiring. I come back from the daydream when a colder breeze reaches my face, practically a pail of water frozen to wake up. Then I notice that it was with the shut hands, holding a handful of sand that insisted in fleeing, to vanish, to disappear... he/she could see that as the image of Hiei and its life escaping for my fingers. Curse, because everything that I see my lover's image, each atom that I see myself contemplates he/she reminds that small demon. Perhaps is that the secret, the love. Will it be to love something that terrible? I remember when it was to its side in its last moments, when he pulled me for the arm in direction its mouth. He meant me a thing kept in its deeper one intimate, but it could not. Us two knew what he meant, but none of the two got, and so little it was precise. A last glance denounced everything the whole presents in the moment: Kuwabara, Yusuke, Yukina, Genkai and Keiko. Drug Hiei, because you didn't tell me ' I love you', I needed that, since you cou ld not forever have, he/she would have its soul. But the wind took it before I could seize it and this was everything that remained me, wind. Always him, present in every moment of misfortune.
Do I begin wondering that wind the culprit it would not be for my loss and did I begin to scream so that he faced, but as to fight with something what don't you see, does he/she only sit down and nevertheless, cannot he/she play it? This, in compensation began to whistle, as if of that laughter of my challenge, because he/she knew that he was invincible and immortal, but above all, untouchable. More tears were slippery for my face and the wind carefully was about to pull up each drop and to take for the infinite, as if seeking a place in specific.
Yes, I was wrong, the wind was just a witness, perhaps the more companion of whole, after all he never abandoned you and I knew that he took my tears where Hiei it was. A curtain of sand went smoothly by my face as if, the wind, that doesn't possess a body, it was using it to caress me and to comfort me, perhaps even to excuse for everything that had happened, same not being its blame. It was wrong its respect, I thought that he was the villainous largest of the history, but I noticed that this era a history that didn't have villains or heroes, culprit or innocent, winner or losing, there were only me and Hiei, our love and the wind, our confidant. Now I am calmer, because I know that when it arrives my hour, you will take me to my lover so that we can live together eternally. Thank you wind, without you nothing of that history would have happened. Then, I open my fist and I leave the sand to fly for far away, because I know that shortly, this will be my destiny, and the wind will be my witness, where he/she wants me to be, any that is the time, until the end...