52Disclaimer: ~hugging Yus-chan~ Please don't make me say it! Please! I beg of you! Don't make me say I don't own him or any other character! Don't- Ah SH*T! I've said it.
Author's note: Oooh! Look at that! I've decided to continue the fic! Well actually, I had already decided I wanted to continue it and then I got me3gogi review and so I thought 'Hmm... I got a review to continue, so I will!' And thus chapter 2! So if I get more reviews (hinty hinty!) I'll continue writing this! (Well, I will whether you want me to or not, but some reviews would be really nice...) So go read the fic and review it for all you're worth! Ok, so go read it!
Thoughts of My Mind- Discussion and Confessions
By Lilas
With a swift movement of his hand, the black haired boy closed his journal, his eyes radiating a sadness that didn't seem to belong in their depths. With a deep sigh, he slowly stood up and walked towards the door of the apartment, quickly glimpsing towards the bathroom, his mind picturing the razor he had mentioned several times in his secret book.
He shook his head and opened the door, a fake smile on his face. As he expected, in front of him stood his red head friend, a smile on his face as well. His pink reddish uniform clung casually down his frame and followed his every movement as he stepped inside the apartment, nodding his head to his friend.
"Hello Yusuke. How are you this fine Friday afternoon?" he asked casually as he strode in and seated himself on the sofa.
"I've been better..." he mumbled under his breath as he sat down in the chair, hoping that had been enough for the red head beauty now sitting in front of him.
The boy titled his head to the side, examining his black haired friend with a skeptical eye. His hands rested casually on his laps as he moved his gaze around the house, assessing the disorder and calculating how long his friend had been by himself.
"'Kasaan hasn't been here for a week," he spoke, his voice edged with hatred but worry all the same.
"I see... How have you been getting the money to eat?" the other boy asked, looking towards the spotless kitchen...
"I manage," was the short, simple reply he gave, his eyes never looking at the red head.
He didn't need to know he was close to having no money at all to feed himself... He didn't have to know he hadn't been eating right for the last week or so. He didn't have to know his mother was trying her best to get the money for food while paying for the school as well. It had crossed his mind already to drop school so he could help with the finances, but his mother wouldn't let him and ended the discussion before it even started.
"I see..." the soft voice answered back, shattering his thoughts.
An awkward silence fell on both boys as they stared around the house but at each other. Yusuke's eyes slowly trailed back towards the bathroom, his mind screaming for him to look away right then... But he couldn't... As hard as he was trying, he seemed unable to rip his mind away from that small, shiny object sitting on his sink.
"Yusuke?" the small voice asked as a hand fell on his shoulder.
Involuntarily, the boy started and he looked up, his eyes wide as he stared at the boy now merely inches away from him. As soon as his gaze locked on the emerald eyes of his friend, he found himself drowning in them and instantly scolded himself for even thinking that!
"Is there something you need from the bathroom?" he asked again when the other boy had failed to answer him.
'Yeah, there is! I wanna go kill myself and throw my life back at Koenma's face!'
"No... There's nothing there... I was just lookin'," he replied, his eyes breaking the contact as they once again gazed at the floor.
"Yusuke, I wanna talk about something different this time," the boy replied as he sat down next to his friend, his hand never leaving his shoulder.
"Huh? What do you mean Kurama?"
"I don't want to talk about Hiei with you this time..." He paused, waiting for a reply and continuing once he'd not gotten one. "I wanna talk about you. About you and your problems... You never tell me anything anymore," he continued, sadness hinted at the back of his voice.
"Problems? I... I don't-"
"Don't give me that! You've been looking so down lately... And I'm worried. I'm not the only one either," the red head cut him off, his hand tightening on his shoulder.
"Who else?" the boy asked, a small hint of pleading in his voice as he unconsciously leaned forward.
"Well, Kuwabara for one has been constantly asking me if I know what's wrong with you and-"
"There's nothing wrong with me!" the boy snapped, suddenly standing up and clenching his fists next to his body.
"Then what's wrong? You're more spaced out then ever and it's just so not you..." his friend questioned looking up at fiery chocolate brown eyes.
"I... I'm just frustrated..." he spat out, turning around and punching the wall behind him with his right fist, a small dent creating under the pressure.
"At what?"
"Couldn't she at least call me?! Just to tell me where she is?!" he shouted out, clenching his right fist even tighter and bringing it to his face, watching the small droplets of blood splash onto the ground. "I get worried too..." he continued, lowering his arm and staring at the floor.
"Yusuke..." the red head murmured, slowly getting up and wrapping his hand on the bruised knuckles. "Let's go take care of this first," he continued, leading the smaller boy to the bathroom and getting the first aid kit.
All the while, the black haired youth only concentrated on the various feelings running through him as Kurama's body heat traveled up and down his spine, filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt for what seemed to him could be eternity. All he wished for was that he wasn't dreaming, that his secret love was indeed holding his hand and taking care of it... That-
"There, all done," his soft voice spoke out, shattering once again the other boy's thoughts.
"Arigatou, Kurama-kun," he whispered, looking down at his now bandaged hand.
"She's fine Yusuke... You know she's a strong woman. She wouldn't let anyone do anything to her..." the boy whispered, once again placing his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I know... But I'm not worried about what others will do to her... I'm scared about what she'll do to herself..."
A short silence, followed by a soft sigh and a stronger grip on his shoulder made the black haired boy look up to the emerald eyes of his friend. With a small nod, he made his understanding of his unspoken words known and pushed the hand squeezing his shoulder away so he could make his way out of the bathroom.
"Anything else you want to talk about?" he persisted as he followed his friend back to the living room.
"No... We can talk about Hiei now..." the other one replied, titling his head backwards and grinning as he saw the now upside down red head blush.
"Well... I... Are you sure you don't mind me going on and on about him? I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable with all this sappy talking and-"
"No!" the younger boy interrupted him raising his hands up. "I love hearing you talk," he finished, his voice low and soft.
"Well... If you feel that way... Domo Arigatou Yusuke-kun... For listening to my problems..." the red head replied, bowing slightly and quickly.
"No problem, Kurama... And don't bow. You know it make me all queasy..." the boy replied smiling as he friend blushed yet again.
"Hai... I know... It's fun to make you get that way..."
"Kurama!" A small silence and then, in a small, irritated voice, "What did he do this time?"
"Oh Yusuke... What am I to do?" the boy next to him wined, placing both hands on his face as small, hot tears made their way down his cheeks.