"My Angel" (Yu Yu Hakusho - Koenma and Viviana, #10)
Title: My Angel
Author/Artist:
one_of_dreams
Pairing/Character/etc: Koenma and Viviana(OC)
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Theme: (include the # and the theme): for
30_forbidden #10 Memory
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Koenma. I do own Viviana though.
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This story, and the others that follow, are part of a bigger story. If you have any questions about the bigger story, just ask.
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My Angel
If I think really hard I can see his face. In my dreams he is always there. A friend of mine thinks that I sleep so much because I'm depressed. But, I sleep so I can she him.
My angel.
Pleasure rushes through me as I wake to someone running their fingers through my hair. I open my eyes to someone I don't know. Maybe I should pull away but there's too much pleasure in being so near to him. His hair is long, but doesn't reach his shoulders. Tears trail from his sad brown eyes. He's crying. For me? No...he doesn't know me. Why would anyone cry for me. Oh, right, I remember, I'm in a hospital. I nearly killed myself. I glance at my arms, bandaged from wrist to elbow.
"You're not supposed to be here."
I turn slightly to look at him. "What do you mean? I nearly killed myself..."
"No, not the hospital. You're not supposed to be in the human world."
"Why not? I'm human. Do you want me to die?"
He closes his eyes as if in pain. "You truly don't know...you're three quarters demon."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just forget it. I'll let you stay here. Your parents went back though."
"Went back where?"
"To demon world. But according to all the world, they died in a car crash."
"I don't understand."
Tears stream down his face just a little bit faster. "My father sent me to deport you three back, but I can't...I didn't expect to feel such from you."
Confused by his tears, I reach a hand to his face. "Why are you crying?"
He moves away slightly and grins. A grin that fits his face a lot better than tears. He must smile a lot...I lower my arm back to my side. "No one should make you do anything."
He snorts. "If only saying that made it easier to do. My father is going to kill me."
I place a hand on his cheek. I still don't understand, but it still hurts to see a guy who should be happy and peppy so sad.
He pulls away and stands. "I have to go."
What? No! "Don't leave me!"
He gives me a wry grin. "Don't worry, I'll be back."
I look at him. "You promise?"
His smile widens. "I promise."
My alarm buzzes annoyingly and I wake with a start, sitting up in my bed.
It's been two years since that day.