[Close-up of Kurama’s bright green eyes; in their trembling depths is a picture of Hiei, cold, remote, turning away as Kurama’s lips shape the words. His face is a picture of stunned rejection as Hiei flits away.]

You don’t seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for

[A montage of shots of Hiei and Kurama; each time the Koorime is distant, closed off. Kurama teases him playfully, Hiei draws away snarling. Kurama tends Hiei’s wounds after a fight; Hiei wakes and disappears without a word. Kurama watches Hiei with his heart in his eyes; Hiei’s lip curls.]

Well I don’t know him anymore

[Kurama’s eyes close over tears, and he watches Hiei leaving. He slides to the ground beside a tree, hugging his knees tightly.]

There’s nothing where he used to lie

[Kurama, trailing his fingers over the rumpled sheets of an empty bed.]

The conversation has run dry

[Hiei sits stoically, tight-lipped, as Kurama babbles on cheerfully. Finally Kurama shuts up, regarding him with bewildered, hurt eyes. Hiei doesn’t even notice.]

That’s what’s going on - nothing’s fine, I’m torn

[Kurama leaps up from his seat beside the tree, and begins to run wildly, stumbling from time to time. There is a desperate, almost crazy look in his eyes.]

I’m all out of faith

[Tears fall in a glittering path as Kurama remembers brushing his fingers over Hiei’s cheek, then again relives Hiei turning away from him coldly in rejection.]

This is how I feel

[A red, red rose is between his fingers as he holds it out to Hiei.]

I’m cold and I am chained, lying naked on the floor

[We now see Kurama captive in a bleak dungeon, heavily manacled with a broken look in his eyes.]

Illusion never changed into something real

[All he can see is Hiei. He remembers teasing with Hiei playfully, sees them together in his bedroom. . .each time he left Kurama without a word, and then finally left him for good.]

Wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

[Kurama peers through the grating at the sky above; tears fall from his eyes as he imagines Hiei’s face looking back down on him, impassive. Unresponsive.]

You’re a little late; I’m already torn.

[His eyes squeeze shut and he collapses onto the floor, curling up into a ball.]

So I guess the fortune-teller’s right

[We now see Hiei, growling as he’s tugged by a smiling Kurama to a carnival fortune-teller. Hiei watches Kurama’s face fall as the cards give only bad readings.]

Should’ve seen just what was there, and not some fairy light.

[Kurama stares down at Hiei’s sleeping face wistfully. His heart is scrawled across his face. Hiei is regarding Kurama through mostly-closed eyelids, and he rolls over, trying to pretend he didn’t see that look.]

To crawl beneath my veins, and now I don’t care,

[Hiei watches from the corner of his eye, keeping his face expressionless as Kurama bites his lip, trying to smile valiantly as Hiei leaves once more.]

I have no luck - I don’t miss it all that much

[Again in Hiei’s eye, the fortune-teller’s hand is played out. We see Hiei charging recklessly into battle, again and again. Hiei throws himself into the path of danger, uncaring. He is hurt again and again. Hiei wakes up each time to Kurama taking care of him.]

There’s just so many things that I can’t touch, I’m torn.

[Hiei’s hand lifts trembling to touch sleeping Kurama’s cheek, and draws back quickly.]

I’m all out of faith

[Hiei turns away from Kurama, unable to tell him how he feels. The expression on Kurama’s face twists up his insides, but he keeps walking.]

This is how I feel

[Kurama is regarding Hiei quietly; Hiei has a tear gem clutched in his fingers. He cannot reach out to show this to the fox. Hiei turns away, stuffing the tear gem into his cloak.]

I’m cold and I am chained, lying naked on the floor

[Hiei flashes back onto memories of mocking faces, betrayal after betrayal, lying in a dungeon, abandonment, fear, hunger, pain.]

Illusion never changed into something real

[Hiei turns away from Kurama, clenching the tear gem in his fist. Kurama’s face fades before his eyes as he flits away.]

Wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

[Hiei stands stiffly upright atop a high tree, staring up at the sky. His eyes close, and his expressionless face dissolves into regret and pain.]

You’re a little late, I’m already torn.

[Hiei sees Kurama’s face behind closed lids, snarls, and disappears.]

There’s nothing where he used to lie

[Hiei appears outside Kurama’s window. He searches frantically through the apartment. Hiei runs his fingers over the rumpled sheets of the empty futon; he momentarily imagines Kurama between the sheets, smiling up at him. The image fades.]

My inspiration has run dry

[Hiei flits throughout the city. His face is intent, focused. Kurama is nowhere in the city. Hiei continues to search, ending up on Yuusuke’s doorstep.]

That’s what’s going on! Nothing’s right, I’m torn.

[Hiei punches his fist into a wall. In Koenma’s office, Botan is looking frightened. Yuusuke and Kuwabara are arguing. Koenma starts to yell, fuukuman jerking in his mouth. Hiei turns back to them, speaking quietly but forcefully. Yuusuke’s eyes widen]

I’m all out of faith. . .

[The door to Kurama’s cell scrapes shut; two figures can be seen leaving. The slice of yellow light disappears. Kurama is wrapped around himself, crying.]

This is how I feel

[Kurama’s face crumbles as he holds the red, red rose out to Hiei, who yanks it from his fingers and crushes it in his fist.]

I’m cold and I am chained, lying naked on the floor

[Kurama’s body is lying bruised and battered on the floor; his clothes are in a tattered pile nearby. He pulls himself up, continuing to weep quietly.]

Illusion never changed into something real

[Kurama holds his hand out to an image of Hiei, who dissolves as his fingers touch him. Hiei’s face is cold, remote.]

Wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

[Kurama closes his eyes and slumps to the cold stone floor.]

I’m all out of faith

[Hiei’s expression is fierce as he hurls himself into battle. His face is hopeless. Behind him, Yuusuke and Kuwabara are fighting scores of youkai. Hiei blasts away at his opponents, running down the stone stairs.]

This is how I feel

[He stops outside the door of the dungeon cell, groping for the tear gem. His fingers brush over it as he opens the door.]

I’m cold and I’m ashamed, bound and broken on the floor

[Kurama lies motionless on the floor. His body is covered with bruises, whip lashes, horrible cuts. Hiei’s face is panicked as he runs toward him. The tear gem slips from his fingers.]

You’re a little late, I’m already torn.

[Hiei gathers Kurama’s body up in his arms. He blinks, his expression wide-eyed, shocked, disbelieving. Slowly, he begins to rock him back and forth, one hand smoothing over the brilliant red hair. Tears gather at the corner of his eyes, but only one escapes to roll over his cheek and clink to the floor.]

Torn. . .