When I first saw Kurama, I knew he was special. Not because he was the first person whom I saw, but because he was me.

I loved him because I knew him, and because he was me.

As he watched, in his green eyes a surprised look, I continued to have a mind of myself. And to have a physical body that was a barrier of our minds and soul, and he was intrigued, to say the least, by me.

"Hello." My first word.

"Uh…?"

"You are Kurama?"

"How do you know!" He tensed, ready to attack. Seeing an exact replica of himself who was able to read his mind was not believable for him.

"Because… I am you."

"Huh…?"

"I don’t know how I came here, how I got created, but I know for sure that I love you, because you are me and I am you." I said, without deceit in my voice, and let my emotions tell the rest.

"But… Your eyes are pink."

"Yours are green."

"I know. What’s your name?"

"I don’t have one."

He thought for a while, and said, smiling his angelic smile, "Sakura! Your eyes are like that of cherry blossoms…"

"… I kinda like that." I smiled back. "Sakura…"

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I decided not to let my presence ruin his life or make a difference in his life, and went to stay in a cave far away.

Everyday I would sing the song "Clover". I have never heard of it before, but it came to me naturally and it was my favorite song.

One day, I felt his presence and ran to meet him. He was tired, and hurt, and scared, and was running towards my attention. I ran forwards to meet him, and he attacked me, for he was badly hurt and had a vision of 0.1. I knocked him unconscious, and he fainted in my arms.

With super speed I ran carrying him, to my cave, going on in a path which the bushes of roses would only give way for me. Whoever was hunting him would never find him there, I reasoned.

He woke up and saw me. "Sakura…!"

"Long time no see, Kurama." I took a herb which acted as antiseptic and gave it to him. He ate it without thinking, and I sensed that he trusted me more than anybody. I felt sort of flattered.

However, I also knew that partly it was because he felt that I would never hurt him.

When he found out how to gain access to my home, he insisted on frequent visits. I was reluctant at first, but he insisted so I relented.

At first it was just showing of my territory and how we exchange skills, but later we began to chit chat and his visits became more frequent. We talked, and I would comment on his topics.

One of the subjects that caught my attention was this story which he intended to write. There was this person named Pierce Taylor, an American human being who was a chief captain of this starship named "Sizzler". He was of course a good captain, and his future was bright, showing promise. One day, they decided to upgrade Sizzler, and send it to Neptune, for the first time. They had sent ships to Jupiter before, and judging by Neptune’s orbits they could get close to it and get into orbit for ten human years. Pierce brought his children along, what was left of his family. But then, somehow, because of some radiation by Neptune that was triggered by their spaceship, Pierce’s children—Pop and Lucifer , and Lucifer’s favorite guy, Randalle Hurst, got into some sort of serious trouble because they were… young and curious. As Kurama said, well, sort of.

And there was another idea that God emailed him into his computer up there. It was about this person who mutated into some sort of weird thing in his long slumber. As a result he had to capture spirits and consume them or he would suffer long and painful spasms before his body paralyzed bit by bit and, finally his brain would be left to suffer. However, to make things complicated, he would not die. And he had a kind heart, for he had a sad past. Things began to get complicated then, but not until he met this normal high school lady. God knows what happens next.

I like his stories, really. Though just rough images. The scenes flood my brain as he told of them. Stories that tell like it happened, sometime, some place, in another dimension, that seem realistic even though they would not, in a typical human being’s mind.

But most of all is this story, a real story about this fire youkai named Hiei. Hiei was a red eyed demon, with a Jyagan engraved on his forehead. He was not very good tempered, but he could be tolerant if he wanted to be. Kurama met him when he was making a stroll down his territory where he seldom was about, but he was almost sure that no youkais would ever try to go into his territory. However, Hiei was there, and attacked him. He got invited into Hiei’s house, and soon they never left each other.

Kurama spoke with such happiness that I thought that Kurama loved him in the romantic way. I said so, to Kurama, and he was startled. Obviously he had never thought of it that way, but I know what I said was true. He asked how I knew, and I reminded him that I was him. He began blushing and changed the topic.

I would talk to him about how he felt about everything, so that he would understand himself more and more. He was fascinated at how much I knew him, and occasionally I would give him advice on how he should clear things. Though I knew that he could do very well without me, I still gave my opinions.

But sometime later he stopped visiting. Sometimes, at night, I would dream about terrible things like Kurama being chased by some secret society.

However, one night, I dreamt of Hiei being killed, and Kurama exchanging his life for Hiei’s. I woke up in cold sweat.

The next day, I heard this song "Clover" and Kurama’s voice: "Sorry... I can’t fulfil my wish of Hiei taking me to a true elsewhere... Please take care of him for me…"

I felt this emptiness in my heart and cried.

My dream had come true.

I had continued to live, but I could not get over Kurama’s death.

A few months later, I met him. Hiei.

I was singing "Clover" over and over again, because… actually, there was no reason. I sang because I wanted to. Suddenly a blade cut into my shoulder and he paused. "Who are you?"

"Ouch…" I prepared to use my weapons. "Is this how you usually greet people?"

"Sort of…" He grinned foolishly, showing one of his little fangs. "Sorry."

"Hiei?"

"Yeah… How do you know?"

"You look familiar."

"I see." He dragged me into his house and tended to my wounds.

Finally, when he was done, I asked him why did he attack me in the first place, and then help me.

"...Sorry. It was because at first I thought you were one of my enemies. But later, when I was able to see clearly, I realized that you are familiar."

"How so?"

"You remind me of a person whom I loved."

"I see…"

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Hiei treated me very well, and I was happy with him, though enemies attacked us occasionally and soon we had to run. But somehow, our enemy caught us at the place where Kurama died—the playground. I watched as some asshole impaled a sword in Hiei’s heart. I could not stop them, for I was occupied myself. But Hiei died trying to stop someone from impaling that into mine. I flew into a rage, and a tornado of sadness. I let vines take care of the enemy, and I watched as Hiei slowly lost his life.

I pulled out his sword and stuck my sword into my heart, saying a prayer to my merciful God. To exchange my life for his…

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I watched through Kurama’s eyes—because I am Kurama—as that dumb Hiei took my sword and committed suicide. He approached me, and realized one thing—Sakura is Kurama.

Kurama is happy, so I am happy. But it still hurts to know that Kurama is the only one whom he’ll ever love for eternity…

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