Unspoken

by Faceted Mind

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Note: This is just a short, and my first foray into Yu Yu Hakusho land (in fact, into any anime fic, though I have a few ideas ;) ) It's completely unbeta'd too, and written as I was watching these episodes, so with no foresight at all. I don't think I can have said anything that will contradict anything to come, but still... Just so you know.

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It's set immediately after Urameshi Team faces Mashotsukai Team in the Dark Tournament and Kurama gets moshed by Toya and Bakken, just in case you couldn't pick that up ;)

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This is not Yaoi. Well... it is... but only if you look at it that way. You could quite easily look at it as an interaction between good friends who have known each other for a very long time (which they are, and they have).

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It was a conversation held almost entirely in their eyes, and Yusuke watched, bemused and without understanding as it took place.

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It had begun when Hiei had had shoved the medics and their stretcher roughly out of the way and picked up Kurama himself - the image was faintly bizarre, Hiei looking dwarfed by Kurama's larger form, but Kurama looked so comfortable, as though he'd lain there before, and simply wrapped his arms around Hiei's neck and buried his head in his shoulder. the trailing leaves reaching out from his arms tangled behind Hiei's back as he walked calmly towards their rooms, ignoring any offer of medical aid.

Yusuke had watched, supporting Kazuma in the only way he would allow - with an arm draped over his shoulder - as Hiei had studied Kurama's wounds on the walk back. As he had lain him on one of the beds with a look of consternation and pushed his shirt aside to better see the deep wounds there, the many bruises already flourishing from the battering Bakken had given him. There was a conversation then, and Yusuke found himself watching despite himself, as their eyes met and Kurama silently soothed away every moment of guilt and helplessness that Hiei had felt locked in the Peripheral Realm. Watching for what had seemed like hours as Kurama had been beaten down again and again. The fury, and every other emotion from that moment when they thought they were truly going to lose him were washed away. Lifting his uninjured arm, Kurama reached out to touch Hiei's face, wiping that pain away as leaves tangled in Hiei's hair.

Gently that foliage untangled and his hand came to rest on Hiei's right hand, until recently so dreadfully crippled. Hiei clasped it, his grip strong and unwavering, his face a picture of triumph. Kurama smiled in reply and lay back to allow Hiei to bind his wounds.

Yusuke backed away silently.

A good day, in the end.