I strongly recommend that you go read it, even if you're not familiar with the series. Rarely have I ever come across a story so exceptional, so exquisite, so soaked in angst. Everytime I read it, I cry.
Here's a tidbit. Might give some insight as to why I love it so much.
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The rest of their meal passed in mildly comfortable silence and when it became obvious that neither of them could stomach any more food, Kurama rose and began to clear the table. Hiei remained in his seat and after a moment, his eyes widened and he placed a hand on his chest.
The heaviness…it’s gone.
Funny, he hadn’t felt that crushing intensity for hours; in fact, for a little while he’d actually forgotten about it.
He glanced up at Kurama, who was busy rinsing dishes in the sink, and his eyes glazed over in wonder. Sure, he could attribute his lightness to his lovely stay with Karasu, or the ass-beating he took from Kirin and Shigure, but once again his money was on the redhead. Pain and pleasure chased his depression away, but never this well; even within his reprieves despair always hung over him, imminent, like a storm at the edge of his consciousness, and no matter how much he tried he could never free himself enough to actually forget.
This…this was new.
Hiei took a deep breath, putting his hand back on the table, and stared at the redhead’s back in confusion and amazement.
Kurama, what have you done to me?
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And yes, I read yaoi. What of it?
Quote today is also taken from this fic. One of my favorite quotes of all time.
...and if one looked it was easy to death's shadow lying coldly across the boy's thin shoulders, whispering promises of peace and salvation.
- 'Island', BlueUtopiah
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