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"It looks like a third eye."
Startled, Hiei looked up from his goulash. A hand reached forward and flicked him square in the middle of his forehead.
"Rrrright there."
Hiei groped around but couldn't feel anything. When Kuwabara chuckled, the shorter boy knew he had been had. Irritated, he tossed a spork at the obnoxious redhead.
"I don't want to hear anything about a third eye from someone like you pompa-doofus."
Offended, Kuwabara sat back and patted his conical hair lovingly.
"Oh yeah, this coming from someone who spends meticulous hours and just as many bottles of hair gel to look like a Johnny Bravo reject."
Hiei tisked and went back to his goulash again as Yusuke waded through the sea of teenagers to come sit at their corner table.
"Look alive boys and girls. We have company."
Eyes of three different shades looked up sharply at the call. Kuwabara made an appreciative sigh that awarded him a sharp elbow in the chest. Rubbing the spot good naturedly he motioned towards the two girls who were arm in arm passing out flyers for the next school function.
"It's not my fault man, your sister is fine."
Hiei's murderous glare quelled any further catcalls towards the sea foamed angel behind them. She was beautiful, but then most of the women from his family had been.
Beautiful, cold blooded.
Traitorous bitches.
Subconsciously his fingers traced the chain of the necklace where his mother's tear rested. Yukina bore an identical one around her neck as well. It had been her last gift to the two of them before she had cast him out. His glower darkened until pale arms entwined themselves around his neck.
He looked up into his sister's red-brown eyes and smiled when they twinkled at him in amusement. He dislodged her arms gently and she stepped back, her grin growing wider by the second. He glanced behind him and almost gave into the urge to plant his lunch tray into the guy's face. Kuwabara was already grotesque enough without him making faces.
Yukina covered her giggle and coughed to taper it off.
"Kazuma, behave."
The copperhead was left stuttering and Hiei allowed his face to split into a small grin. That would teach the bastard. He turned his attention back to his sister.
"Yuks, must you use a first name basis with that oaf? It only encourages him."
She kept smiling and Hiei rolled his eyes. Fine then, let his sister have her fun. She wasn't called an ice maiden for nothing.
She took her seat next to Kuwabara and they all remained in peace for a few seconds before a crisp slap of flesh on flesh caused everyone in the near vicinity to cringe.
"Yusuke Urameshi, you insufferable pervert!"
All parties concerned knew it was the smart maneuver to not make eye contact whenever the unlikely couple had a spat, and most obeyed the venture.
Hiei, despite knowing better, chanced a peek anyways. His eyes quickly retreated into the downwards position as Keiko's piercing gaze met his for the scantest of instants. Her unspoken murder threat hung heavily and she was one person he never took lightly.
Human women were worse than most demons when riled.
The intercom crackled for a few seconds before a cool voice floated out.
"Mitsunari Yanagisawa and Asato Kido, please report to the principal's office. I repeat: Mitsunari Yanagisawa and Asato Kido, please report to the principal's office."
The two in question stirred from their positions at the table and swung their legs over the benches. The blond turned to his companion and grumbled.
"Do you think they finally caught on?"
The black haired boy contemplated for a moment while nibbling on the edge of a toothpick.
"It's hard to say. Just keep quiet. We'll wing it."
Yusuke, having finally recovered from his rapscallion skirt flipping, looked over at Kuwabara.
"What the hell's that about?"
"I'm not sure. Rumor is that those two from class 2A got their hands dirty with exams. Something about them selling off a new technique called 'shadow copying'. Doesn't look pretty."
Kuwabara winked and turned to Yukina who wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
Yusuke tapped his chin, mumbling, "I might have to look into that. Might come in ha—ahh!"
Yusuke yelped when Keiko pinched his leg.
"There had better be none of that from you mister. Or else."
He gulped, genuinely nervous.
Hiei chuckled. For all the turf wars between other schools, and fighting legions of wayward demons on the side Yusuke Urameshi didn't look like one easily intimidated. And yet here he sat, cowering in front of a girl.
Then again Keiko Yukimura wasn't just any girl.
Even though her relationship with the ruffian-turned-ghost-detective was in every way a shoujo cliché, she still stuck by him. Class president and a high school bad boy. The two made quite the interesting pair.
Hiei got up and dumped his tray in the trash before tucking his hands into his pockets. These kids were amusing for a time but there was only so much a guy could take before they became unbearably exhausting.
He bade the group farewell then wandered down the hall, not caring where his feet carried him. Lockers passed by in a repetitious loop.
Honestly, most of the whole 'school' ordeal made him sick. . He wasn't cut out for settings like this. He could have just spent the rest of his life wandering around happily in the wilderness
Then he had met Yusuke, and through him had found his sister again. If only it could have been left at just that.
But for some ungodly reason Koenma had wanted him here. And so here he was. Some fine dog he had turned into.
Gathering intel was his specialty and he mulled over the notion that he might have been insulted if the brat had picked someone else for the job. At least he had familiar faces around.
Small blessings.
Hiei contended with his warring natures as best as he could, but he remained ever the loner in their little rag tag group. As a walking, seldom talking dichotomy, he was comprised of the very darkest fires from hell, and the coldest of ice maidens.
He was only glad his sister had been born a girl. She didn't have to worry about being cast out by the female dominated society that had borne the both of them.
For this at least he was grateful. Cold fire, black hearted love…
"Excuse me…"
The unobtrusive voice gently broke his reverie. He turned and was met by the sight of emerald green eyes and hair that looked as soft as it did fiery.
He didn't say anything as the taller boy spoke again.
"This is my first day and I was wondering if you could help me."
Hiei, despite his better intentions, remained unresponsive. The red head cocked his head to the side as if listening to something only he could hear. Then he shook his head and smiled, taking a step forward.
Run.
Hiei couln't. His feet were cemented to the spot while the boy approached ever closer.
"Are you okay?"
When a lithe hand placed itself against his forehead, the paralysis finally broke. Hiei slapped the hand away and glared into muted green. The taller boy gasped sharply and drew his hand back.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to offend you."
"Don't ever touch me. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Lips the color of virgin rose buds smiled patiently before parting to explain again slowly, as if dealing with an errant child…
"I said I was new. I was hoping you could help me."
"Why not just go to the office? That's what it's there for."
Hiei kept his glare steady as the other boy looked down and sighed.
"I'm afraid I was there but then I saw you walking and couldn't stop my feet from following. It's kind of embarrassing, but you see, I'm lost now."
He stuck his tongue out cutely and bonked himself lightly on the head.
"I just need directions then I can let you get back to whatever you were doing."
Hiei was caught between feeling stunned, irritated, and slightly perturbed. He had unwittingly enticed a guy. A guy.
Granted, he was quite the beauty with his pale skin and tapered figure, but he was still. A. Guy.
Shaking his head, Hiei realized that the quickest way to get this guy off his back was to give him what he wanted. With a few clipped directions and only a minor case of indigestion he wasn't sure was from this encounter or the lunch goulash, the other boy on his way again.
Long legs carried the red head a few steps away before he turned back and called after Hiei again. Taking a breath for patience, Hiei obliged.
"I'm Shuichi Minamino, in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
The boy named Shuichi inclined his head and proceeded again in the opposite direction. Hiei shook off the chills that suddenly raised themselves all over his body before hustling up to the rooftop to catch his afternoon nap.
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"How did it go?"
The redhead chuckled into his strawberry milk.
"He doesn't remember me Yusuke. But the whole lost-new-kid-damsel-in-distress bit went off without a hitch. You were right. I was quite surprised. "
"Hmm…"
Yusuke trailed off and fiddled with the buttons on his green uniform. "So what are you going to do?"
"I'll wait."
"But you can't just… I thought you've been waiting for this opportunity."
"Oh I have. For a very…very long time. But as the old adage goes: All good things come to those who wait."
"I wouldn't exactly count Hiei as a good thing."
Shuichi's eyes glittered as he let his lips bend into a slight smile.
"I've always had eccentric tastes. Or so I've been told."
Yusuke gave him a funny look before turning around in his seat to give half his attention to the beginning lecture, and half to the unfinished doodle on his desk.
Shuichi tapped his pencil on the workbook and stared idly at the blossoming grey clouds. So Hiei hadn't remembered him. Yet…
But his patience was something that had been seasoned for centuries. What were a few more trials here and there?
Yes, Hiei would come to him again before the end. On bloody knees and with a throat raw from begging for mercy if need be. But he would come.