Sublime

I’ve decided to write another songfic. This one is sad…KuronueOC, so you can see why. Well read and enjoy! I hope you like it. This one, “My Light” and a lot of the other chapters coming up were written at school since I can only type Love and War at home. I’m getting behind on that fic…T.T

Disclaimer: This applies to all the chapters: I do not own YYH, though it’s a nice dream. (Hiei…-sigh-) And this applies to this chapter: I do not own the song “Sublime.” It belongs to Scott Stapp, the lead singer of Creed.

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“I have a bad feeling about this…” The female kitsune bit her lip. “Well, they promised to come home safe…” she stopped pacing the floor of her and Kuronue’s den. He and Youko were on a three-day heist to steal the Mirror of Truth, a priceless artifact worth unspeakable amounts, from one of the most well guarded strongholds in all of Makai.

“Please…get your chain fixed, Kuro-kun.” She whispered, fingering the blood-red ruby set into a pendant of silver strung onto the end. “What if it breaks during your heist?”

“Well, I said I’d never leave it behind…”Kuronue mused, but seeing the stern look on his beloved’s face made him relent. “Don’t worry, koishii.” He picked her up and twirled her around before planting a kiss on her lips. “Post proelia praemia remember? Our reward is that mirror.”

“But it’s the “battle” that worries me!”

“You worry too much, Suzume.” Youko laughed.

“And for good reason! Remember that ambush?” her lavender eyes flashed. Youko raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“Okay, okay, you got me.” He said with a chuckle.

“Suzume, don’t worry. The way we’re going about it, there won’t be much of a battle besides the traps.” Kuronue tilted her head up to look in her eyes. “I promise you we’ll come back safe.”

I will follow you through earth, heaven and time…

She began pacing again. This time the feeling was much stronger. She’d never felt such a sense of dread before. “Ah, I shouldn’t be worrying so much…” she chided herself. Truth was, she was afraid that if Kuronue’s chain did break, he’d be going back to get it. She’d given him that necklace soon after they’d gotten together and since then she’d never seen him without it.

Will you be there for me when I reach the end of the line…?

A light tug on her short, curly black hair made Suzume whirl around. “Whoa, what has you wound up so tight?” she relaxed. It was her friend, a wolf demon named Kazuya. He’d been recruited into Youko’s thief-band around the same time she had.

“Nothing…”she sighed. He stared at her.

“It’s about Kuronue, isn’t it?” he asked after a moment. Seeing her surprised look he added, “You only get this way when he’s involved, Suzume.” He grinned.

“I do not!” she protested. He gave her a look. “Well…maybe.”

“I never said it happened often.” He told her. “Now come on.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “If I don’t bring you down, then half the Lair will come to get you.” Suzume thought for a moment then shook her head.

“I’m fine. They’ve been gone for two days, I’m okay for one more night.” She gave him a soft smile. Kazuya looked at her for a moment then tweaked one ebony fox ear in a gesture of affection. “Suit yourself.” He turned and disappeared down the maze of halls.

So can you guarantee…?

For all eternity…

She sighed and flopped back on the bed of heavy furs. Maybe she should go down…get her mind off all of this. She was worrying too much…

She’d never met anyone quite like Kuronue…She’d been recruited into Youko’s gang almost 200 years ago and had instantly been charmed by Kuronue’s quirky personality. He too, had been as inexorably drawn to her as she had to him. She liked Youko too, but he had been a tad too flirty for her…

Sublime…sublime…

“Urg…” Suzume cracked open one lavender eye and scanned the room to find it empty. She must’ve fallen asleep a couple hours ago; her internal clock told her it was around midnight. One ebony fox ear twitched at the sound of oncoming footsteps and a familiar auburn head peeked through the cloths covering the entrance.

“Kazuya…?”

If we just carry on…

“Suzume…Youko just came back. The ookami-youkai said quietly.

“‘Kay…” she wasn’t awake enough to form actual sentences and realize the fact that the only name he mentioned was “Youko.” Kuronue loved to tease her about the fact that she wasn’t a morning person unless food was involved.

“Suzume…Kuro-” Kazuya was cut off when her brain finally registered the mournful look in his peridot eyes. In an instant she was wide-awake and she bolted to the main cavern.

We will find a way…

“Y-Youko…?” Suzume’s voice trembled as she approached the ragged silver fox. The mirror was in a vice-grip; it took three other people to finally coax it from his grasp without any damage. “Where’s…Kuronue?” He slowly lifted his head to look at her and the anguished look in his golden eyes told her what she feared most. Her breath began to quicken and she whirled around the cavern, desperately trying to seek out her beloved bat demon and prove to herself that it wasn’t true. She was hoping that he would appear behind her and scoop her up with a kiss as he always did afterwards, his dark blue eyes twinkling with the success of a good heist. “Kuro…nue?” When she received no response it finally hit her. Tears began to leak from her eyes and stained the stone floor before she turned and fled back to their den.

If it’s our destiny…

She didn’t know how long she stayed buried underneath that heavy fur blanket, but it felt like forever. She lost all sense of time until gentle hands unburied her and revealed a tear-streaked face.

It was Kazuya. “Suzume…you should see this.” He spoke softly. “Youko’s at…the death chamber…” he helped her up and escorted her down the maze of halls. He doubted that she could find the way herself even if she had been living there for almost 200 years. She was too disoriented to do anything right now. He pushed aside the cloths adorning the entrance for her and she saw Youko standing before a familiar figure lying on the velvet draped stone table.

Can you and me just be…?

Sublime…

“Kuronue…” she breathed, her voice choked with emotion.

“Kazuya and his group went back a few hours ago…” Youko murmured, his voice hollow. There was a pause as Suzume approached her beloved before he spoke again. “I…shouldn’t have left…I should have gone back to help him…!”

“No.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “If I know Kuro-kun the way I think I do, he didn’t care about his safety as much as yours. He wanted you to escape.” She gave him a sad smile.

“Forget about me Kurama! Go, run!”

Suzume leaned forward and gently placed her hand on Kuronue’s still face, tears still slowly streaking down her face. She gently caressed Kuronue’s cool cheeks, noting that his expression was that of peace. She pulled her gaze from his face only to see that numerous lacerations and punctures in his skin from what she could only guess was the enemies’ traps. At this moment Youko pulled something out from within his clothing and gently hooked it around her neck.

It was Kuronue’s necklace.

Hush now darling don’t you cry…

Every little thing’s gonna be alright…

Tears squeezed themselves from Suzume’s eyes once more and were soaked up into the plush velvet, but this time it was because she remembered a phrase he favored, something he believed in, since both were true. He always told her that he knew it was true when he met her.

Nec motem effugere quisquam nec amorem potest.

Can you an me just be…

No one is able to flee from death or love.

Sublime…

Owari

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Well there you go. I decided to use Latin, don’t ask me why. It took me forever to find the right phrase, and I think that I could have found a better one still…oh well; this one grew on me I guess. i think i could have done a better job with the ending though...the ending is always the hardest part. But it came out okay i guess.

Here’s the translation for Kuronue’s other Latin phrase:

Post proelia praemia- after the battle comes the rewards