Alphabet Meme - C - Yu-Yu Hakusho - Hiei-centric
Title: Colors
Rating: G
Warnings: Um.
Words: 358
Series: Yu-Yu Hakusho
Pairings/Characters: Hiei & Kurama
He hated colors. His entire life had been black and white, good and bad, dead or alive. There were no gray areas, no room for argument or discussion. Everything was this or that, and objections were quickly eliminated. Colors allowed for those uncertain gray areas to grow and become full ideas, things to counter what his entire life had been centered around. Color, for him, represented some kind of opposition he detested.
Out of everyone he had ever met, no one had lacked a sense of leeway as much as he did. He was the merciless sort. The only color he could identify with would be red, but not in the way most human children would ogle at. No…it was a morbid identification, and was the only variable he had known that strayed from his black and white standard.
“Hiei, everyone’s waiting for you to come back inside.”
Gleaming crimson eyes didn’t give the man behind him a glance. “Those fools can wait.” he snapped.
He could feel the green behind him soften. “It’s getting cold.”
“Your point?”
“Perhaps it’s time you stop brooding in the cold and do it on the window sill inside where it’s warm.” A teasing voice, light and the sort of red tint human children ogled over in their younger days.
Not amused, Hiei glared at his friend over his shoulder. “And perhaps it’s time you stop being such a nuisance to me.”
The chuckle was yellow. “We both know that’s not true. I’ll leave the door open for you, just be sure to close it when you come inside. I’m sure Yusuke would throw a fit if all the cold air was allowed in.”
Calm blue left him, then, and returned to the captivity of the hotel room. He scoffed, turning back to staring up at the moon, half-assed as it was. No one could reach him from his perch atop a tree limb; it was much too high, much too fragile.
He hated how the world around him was no longer as easy as black and white; it now had the complications of filling in the lines with colors he loathed.
Rating: G
Warnings: Um.
Words: 358
Series: Yu-Yu Hakusho
Pairings/Characters: Hiei & Kurama
He hated colors. His entire life had been black and white, good and bad, dead or alive. There were no gray areas, no room for argument or discussion. Everything was this or that, and objections were quickly eliminated. Colors allowed for those uncertain gray areas to grow and become full ideas, things to counter what his entire life had been centered around. Color, for him, represented some kind of opposition he detested.
Out of everyone he had ever met, no one had lacked a sense of leeway as much as he did. He was the merciless sort. The only color he could identify with would be red, but not in the way most human children would ogle at. No…it was a morbid identification, and was the only variable he had known that strayed from his black and white standard.
“Hiei, everyone’s waiting for you to come back inside.”
Gleaming crimson eyes didn’t give the man behind him a glance. “Those fools can wait.” he snapped.
He could feel the green behind him soften. “It’s getting cold.”
“Your point?”
“Perhaps it’s time you stop brooding in the cold and do it on the window sill inside where it’s warm.” A teasing voice, light and the sort of red tint human children ogled over in their younger days.
Not amused, Hiei glared at his friend over his shoulder. “And perhaps it’s time you stop being such a nuisance to me.”
The chuckle was yellow. “We both know that’s not true. I’ll leave the door open for you, just be sure to close it when you come inside. I’m sure Yusuke would throw a fit if all the cold air was allowed in.”
Calm blue left him, then, and returned to the captivity of the hotel room. He scoffed, turning back to staring up at the moon, half-assed as it was. No one could reach him from his perch atop a tree limb; it was much too high, much too fragile.
He hated how the world around him was no longer as easy as black and white; it now had the complications of filling in the lines with colors he loathed.