DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANYTHING! I'm a poor eighth grade student, for crying out loud! The songs belong to Clay Aiken and the Rascal Flatts, and the characters belong to the Japanese people that came up with them.
Author's Note: Excuse the shortness of the chapters and such. It's my first shounen-ai ever, as well as the first thing I've ever written without my sister's help, so be nice, okay? And I do accept flames, but if you send me one, you may very well find it thrown back in your face very publicly. Enjoy!
Invisible
Whatcha' doin' tonight?
I wish I could be a fly on your wall.
Are you really alone?
Who's stealin' your dreams?
Why can't I bring you into my life?
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive?
Hiei perched on the limb outside Kurama's apartment, huddled against the late November chill, peering inside, waiting for Kurama to make an appearance. He'd been sitting there for at least an hour now, and Kurama had yet to enter his bedroom. He was always there by now, in his room, doing his always-present pile of high school homework. Usually, he got there by eight and was usually up until after midnight, meticulously writing, going over, correcting, and rewriting his papers. But it was past eleven now, and Kurama had just up and disappeared. WHERE WAS HE?
If I was invisible,
Then I could just watch you in your room.
If I was invincible,
I'd make you mine tonight.
If hearts were unbreakable,
Then I could just tell you where I stand.
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible...
(Wait...I already am.)
Hiei had no real idea of how he had come to be here, perched on a limb outside Kurama's window, in the middle of the night, in freezing weather, peering into an empty bedroom. He was equally unsure of the reason he was so desperate to glimpse Kurama. But he was sure of one thing: he wouldn't leave until he was sure Kurama was safe in his room.
Saw your face in the crowd.
I call out your name.
You don't hear a sound.
I keep tracing your steps,
Each move that you make.
Wish I could read what goes through your mind.
Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life.
Why was he worried, anyway? Sure, Kurama had enemies, but he could take care of himself, as he had proven on many occasions. Besides, he didn't care about people enough to be worried for them. So what sense did it make for him to be anywhere near this place? But he didn't leave. For reasons completely unknown to himself, he stayed, and watched, and waited.
If I was invisible,
Then I could just watch you in your room.
If I was invincible,
I'd make you mine tonight.
If hearts were unbreakable,
Then I could just tell you where I stand.
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible...
(Wait...I already am.)
It began to rain. Hiei hated rain. He hated being wet. Wet meant cold, and cold meant shivering, and shivering meant vulnerability. Hiei hated feeling vulnerable above all other things. So why didn't he get up and leave??? WHY DID HE JUST SIT THERE AND FREEZE???
He had no idea. Unless...no way...he couldn't be...He dismissed the thought firmly, telling it angrily not to return.
I reach out,
But you don't even see me.
Even when I scream out,
Baby, you don't hear me.
I am nothing without you.
Just a shadow passing through...
…There was just no way. He could not be developing feelings for Kurama. There were just so many reasons it was impossible. For one thing, Hiei Jaganshi did not fall in love. It was just something that didn't happen, like eating dinner without ice cream for dessert. For another, he was sure he was straight. And he and Kurama had known each other for so long! Surely he would have known before if he'd really liked Kurama.
No, it just wasn't possible...but he couldn't chase the thought away now that it had weaseled its way into his head, and he was forced to let it stay while he sat out in the rain, waiting for Inari knew what.
If I was invisible,
Then I could just watch you in your room.
If I was invincible,
I'd make you mine tonight.
If hearts were unbreakable,
Then I could just tell you where I stand.
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible...
(Wait...I already am.)
The door to Kurama's room opened suddenly, and the redhead walked in. He looked exhausted. His eyes were half-closed, his hair was unusually messy, and his clothes were rumpled and unkempt. He also looked very...sad. He went over to his desk and pulled the stack of textbooks toward him, yawning. But he didn't do anything after that. He just stared at the wall, his eyes empty.
After about ten or fifteen minutes of this silent staring, he sighed visibly and pushed all the work away, got up, and fell into bed fully clothed. He buried his face in his pillow, and his shoulders began to shake.
Hiei stared in disbelief. Kurama was crying? But Kurama never cried! What had happened to make him fall apart like this? Hiei wanted to jump in and find out, but...he was scared. Ridiculous, yes, but there it was. And so he just watched, until Kurama got up, wiped his eyes, and went into the adjoining bathroom next to his bedroom. Then Hiei snapped out of his trance, jumped out of the tree, and left.
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
Well? Continue? Quit? What do you think? R&R, people!
Hiei: What's with you people making me into a stalker? I'm not that creepy!
Kender: Yes, you are.
Hiei: HEY!
Kurama: And why am I crying? What happened to me? Did someone take my brush? DID SOMEONE TAKE MY BRUSH NAMED FRED???
Hiei and Kender: …