Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu or anything pertaining to such but I do own
this odd mix of ideals and key pairings
Type: Romance/ Drama/ Angst
Pairings: Y+K H+K Kw+K H+Kw Y+Kw H+Y
A/N: This is sort of AU and big Yaoi, a tangle of limbs and loves, my own version of Yu Yu Hakuso's turn in events. I like to write no matter how deranged or odd it comes out, but it's definitely worth the read. Big mix up of couples! Yusuke and Kurama, Hiei and Kurama, Yusuke and Kuwabara, Kuwabara and Hiei, a bit of Kuwabara and Kurama and a bit of Hiei and Yusuke ~evil glint~
Chapter One: False Passion
A rose?
Have you ever stared at the beautiful creation?
It is Kami's most precious gift given to those that look
It is the one thing that has no true focus
No one meaning
It's beauty only captured by the eye and not the hands for fear of being struck with powerful thorns
Or fear of the delicate looking thing's demise
The petals of soft silk waiting to be stroked
The innocence of such a thing masking the sweet risk of touching sharp thorns
Spilling blood the color of wine, the color of red petals that smile in thanks
A rose?
The kiss of nature that allows the sensation of pressure on soft lips as you inhale the scent
The divine smell of sweetness you can almost taste: tangy slightly in a metallic way
Almost like blood
A rose?
So soft the petals are against skin, so weak as they fall
The rose is gone; the petals crumble with such slight pressure
The silken feel gone from it and no longer does it smile for the petals are gone and only the stem remains
The stem scowls darkly
The stem vows revenge for you took its beautiful face,
You took the mask of petals and the mask of a smile and showed its thorns
A rose?
A gift of Kami, a curse of beauty
Behold its beauty
But beware its touch
Yusuke stared at the lines of the poem he had just read to his class, raising a thick eyebrow at his student. Today was like all the rest, he was teaching at Oak College as an English teacher and today he was to read one of the students' poems, as he always began the class.
"Well," he smiled, looking to the red head that had written the exceptional poem, "Looks like we have a regular Edgar Allen Poe on our hands. A plus, Shuuichi, great job." The red head's cheeks turned a light shade of red and he nodded his head, averting his eyes from the looks he received around the classroom and ignoring the notes passed his way. It had been like this for the longest time. Not that he didn't like his class, heck, he loved the English language and everything about it, but it caused him to express his feelings, in turn causing even more girls and even guys to swoon over him then usual. His teacher/ friend smiled apologetically at him, knowing the trouble he was in with everything going on. The poor youko turned ningen, only wanted to get his PhD in Botany so he could follow his dream as a botanist while working at his step-father's job as Vice President, that wasn't to much to ask for.
The bell rang; signaling the end of the three-hour long class and the redhead quickly ran to Yusuke's desk before any of the large fans club could ask him anything.
"Professor, can I have a word with you?" he asked desperately.
"What is it, Shuuichi?" Urameshi's eyebrow twitched at the name, not liking the way it sounded on his tongue, watching the large class leave.
"I wanted to ask you some questions on the upcoming quiz, it might take all night for me to get the hang of this," the red head chuckled loudly. The group of girls and guys that had formed behind him pouted and slowly dispatched.
"You know I can't keep on 'helping' you after classes, Kurama," the spirit detective sighed when the last of his class left, closing the door behind them.
"Yusuke, it's Shuuichi. You keep on making that mistake, next thing you know you'll be calling me babe," Crimson colored hair flowed over slim shoulders and down a lightly muscled back as he took out the white ribbon holding his hair in place. Yusuke raised an eyebrow at him before also sensing a dark presence and he smirked seductively.
"But that's such a bad name for you, it sounds too good," Yusuke pouted, wrapping a muscular arm around the white clothed, slimmed waste, pulling the slighter body against him.
"But I am good," Kurama smiled innocently, blinking false, large eyes at him.
"No, I don't think so, I think you need some discipline. Yes. You're in for a meeting with the ruler, you've been a bad boy," Yusuke smirked; edging his lips toward the youko turned ningen's full, pink lips. The dark youki flickered dangerously high, the pair almost able to feel the piercing orbs of their audience before it completely disappeared in a blur of black. Even after the aura left completely, Yusuke's lips descended on to Kurama's in a chaste kiss that only lasted a mere second, the red head pulling away.
"Yusuke, don't." Kurama pulled away, cheeks flushing red at the contact his closet friend just shared with him. Yusuke chuckled nervously, straightening his suit then gathering the papers from his desk to neatly place back into his suitcase. "I'm sorry, but you know for this to work..."
"Yes I know," Yusuke cut in, sighing, trying to push down his on coming blush at getting carried away, "I didn't mean to...I just really, really want him..." he moaned at the thought of soft, pink lips belonging to that certain someone that he wished they belonged to.
"But you know how he gets, both of them. It's ok if they assume and ok if we led them on a bit but we can't confirm anything," Kurama picked up his laptop, tucking it under his arm, waiting patiently for his companion to finish packing his things away.
"Ok, ok, can we move on to kissing though, just little ones, like on the cheek?" he ruffled his dark hair a bit, taking off his jacket and tossing it over his shoulder as he always did after the long day of school was over.
"Ok," Kurama smirked mysteriously, "can you walk me to my dorm, it's on the other side of campus and it's dark." His sharp green eyes sparkled lovingly, his question almost suggestive, Yusuke already use to his playful comments and smirking lightly at them.
"Why wouldn't I?" Yusuke smiled, grabbing his suitcase from his desk, flicking off the lights and holding the door open for Kurama.
"You know," Kurama sighed, walking to his dorms slowly with Yusuke at his side, the dimness the moon caused casting his face in beautiful shadows. Precise eyes glinted at the play of shadows on his face as he walked, watching as his head tilted slightly upward to look on the moon's beauty, casting him as it's second in command if it were to all of a sudden fall, that way beauty would remain forever. The figure's breath hitched as it watched the two; "there are a lot of flowers that bloom only at night..."
"Like what?" Yusuke also watched the sky though his gaze was pointed toward the stars, twinkling wickedly at him like they knew something he would never understand. A second figure watched beside the first, taller and more built but eyes equally precise, equally lust filled and calculating. Eyes watched as the stars made an unnatural shine in the raven- haired boy's eyes; seemingly making a home they're to sparkle for an eternity.
"Like this one," the red head had stopped walking and was kneeling in front of a beautiful blue flower; it's petals and shape adjacent to that of a rose. Kurama's slim fingers encircled the rose at the base of its petals and lifted gently. The stem snapped and the red head flinched slightly, "it's beautiful isn't it?" he whispered.
"But it's dead now," Yusuke stated in an also hushed tone though those that watched could hear each word, his slightly rougher fingers touched the malleable petals of the flower, feeling a slight throb within it.
"No, it doesn't have to be," and they walked, the flourish lying gently in Kurama's palm, the stem between his fingers, his thumb stroking it's petals. They arrived at his dorm in twice the time it would have taken if they were intent on going. Kurama turned to Yusuke, a small smile on his face. The stem of the small flower had grown roots that wrapped softly around his hand and he held it out to the older man. "Here, why don't you take care of it for me?"
Yusuke flashed him a million dollar smile, holding his hand out and completely trusting his slightly shorter and smaller friend. The roots untangled themselves from his hand, wrapping around Yusuke's wrist as the small plant was handed over. The red head leaned upward, placing a soft kiss to Yusuke's lips, before turning and opening his door, then turning back to him.
"Thank you for walking me, Yusuke, goodnight," he whispered.
"'Night, Kurama, I mean babe, I mean Shuuichi," Yusuke joked, waving as a light blush formed over his cheeks, then turning to leave. Kurama closed the door softly, closing his eyes and turning around, placing his back to the door.
"You're in late," came a gruff voice, followed by narrowed cerulean eyes. Kurama gasped at the sudden sound, jumping slightly and looking to him.
"Oh," Kurama sighed, relieved, "I thought...yes, I am, I had to ask my teacher something..."
"And Yusuke had a lot to tell you I suppose?" came a second voice that startled him equally as well.
"Really, you guys shouldn't sneak up on me like that," Kurama smiled, noticing crimson orbs from the other side of the darkened room, he raised an eyebrow, "I can't believe you two are in the same room as one another...calm..." He flicked on the light, the dim room not his style in the least bit seeing as the window curtains covered the wonderful moonlight. Hiei sat on the arm of a chair next to Kuwabara's bed, the large ningen in his own bed, arms crossed over his chest. "I have to complement the both of you though, I hadn't even noticed either of you were here."
"Maybe that's because you were too busy to notice," came Hiei's harsh reply. Kurama raised his other eyebrow and tended to his plants, ignoring the spiky haired male's comment. His side of the room greatly contrasted with Kuwabara's. His plants of ferns, roses and a few Makai plants were placed on his side, the side with the window. One at the foot of his bed, one beside his computer, one hanging in the window, one on his lamp table and one in the bathroom, all perfectly placed. On the other hand Kuwabara's side was basically covered in comic books, schoolbooks and pictures of cats. "Hn," Kurama shrugged to himself at his small evaluation of their room, not noticing the two pairs of eyes that watched his every move.
"So, is Urameshi heading home?" the orange haired college student asked, looking at Kurama expectantly.
"Yes," the red head stated, beginning to remove his shirt, not in the least bit concerned about either of them seeing his body. He heard the ningen get up, shuffle a bit then leave. He turned to the demon in the chair that sat silently watching him, a mask of indifference on his face that had become even harder for Kurama to decipher, "what brings you here, Hiei? I heard it was to be a perfect night tonight," his conversation was light as he slowly slid the shirt over his pale shoulders, his red hair touching his skin lightly as he did so. His eyes had lidded to the floor in an almost nonchalant manner if his movements did not seem too sensual.
"Slut," it was a murmur on pale lips and Kurama would have missed it if he had not been listening so intently. His actions froze and his eyes snapped up to the disgusted face of Hiei.
"Excuse me?" he asked, brow slightly furrowed.
"Is this what you did to seduce Yusuke?" Hiei asked, climbing down from the high chair, standing, his katana at his side, cloak gleaming in the light in an almost intimidating manner.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he covered his shock and confusion with an innocently bewildered face, removing his shirt and tossing it to his bed as he turned to retrieve something to wear for the night.
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Hope ya liked it, you know you did ~wink wink~ please please please review
Type: Romance/ Drama/ Angst
Pairings: Y+K H+K Kw+K H+Kw Y+Kw H+Y
A/N: This is sort of AU and big Yaoi, a tangle of limbs and loves, my own version of Yu Yu Hakuso's turn in events. I like to write no matter how deranged or odd it comes out, but it's definitely worth the read. Big mix up of couples! Yusuke and Kurama, Hiei and Kurama, Yusuke and Kuwabara, Kuwabara and Hiei, a bit of Kuwabara and Kurama and a bit of Hiei and Yusuke ~evil glint~
Chapter One: False Passion
A rose?
Have you ever stared at the beautiful creation?
It is Kami's most precious gift given to those that look
It is the one thing that has no true focus
No one meaning
It's beauty only captured by the eye and not the hands for fear of being struck with powerful thorns
Or fear of the delicate looking thing's demise
The petals of soft silk waiting to be stroked
The innocence of such a thing masking the sweet risk of touching sharp thorns
Spilling blood the color of wine, the color of red petals that smile in thanks
A rose?
The kiss of nature that allows the sensation of pressure on soft lips as you inhale the scent
The divine smell of sweetness you can almost taste: tangy slightly in a metallic way
Almost like blood
A rose?
So soft the petals are against skin, so weak as they fall
The rose is gone; the petals crumble with such slight pressure
The silken feel gone from it and no longer does it smile for the petals are gone and only the stem remains
The stem scowls darkly
The stem vows revenge for you took its beautiful face,
You took the mask of petals and the mask of a smile and showed its thorns
A rose?
A gift of Kami, a curse of beauty
Behold its beauty
But beware its touch
Yusuke stared at the lines of the poem he had just read to his class, raising a thick eyebrow at his student. Today was like all the rest, he was teaching at Oak College as an English teacher and today he was to read one of the students' poems, as he always began the class.
"Well," he smiled, looking to the red head that had written the exceptional poem, "Looks like we have a regular Edgar Allen Poe on our hands. A plus, Shuuichi, great job." The red head's cheeks turned a light shade of red and he nodded his head, averting his eyes from the looks he received around the classroom and ignoring the notes passed his way. It had been like this for the longest time. Not that he didn't like his class, heck, he loved the English language and everything about it, but it caused him to express his feelings, in turn causing even more girls and even guys to swoon over him then usual. His teacher/ friend smiled apologetically at him, knowing the trouble he was in with everything going on. The poor youko turned ningen, only wanted to get his PhD in Botany so he could follow his dream as a botanist while working at his step-father's job as Vice President, that wasn't to much to ask for.
The bell rang; signaling the end of the three-hour long class and the redhead quickly ran to Yusuke's desk before any of the large fans club could ask him anything.
"Professor, can I have a word with you?" he asked desperately.
"What is it, Shuuichi?" Urameshi's eyebrow twitched at the name, not liking the way it sounded on his tongue, watching the large class leave.
"I wanted to ask you some questions on the upcoming quiz, it might take all night for me to get the hang of this," the red head chuckled loudly. The group of girls and guys that had formed behind him pouted and slowly dispatched.
"You know I can't keep on 'helping' you after classes, Kurama," the spirit detective sighed when the last of his class left, closing the door behind them.
"Yusuke, it's Shuuichi. You keep on making that mistake, next thing you know you'll be calling me babe," Crimson colored hair flowed over slim shoulders and down a lightly muscled back as he took out the white ribbon holding his hair in place. Yusuke raised an eyebrow at him before also sensing a dark presence and he smirked seductively.
"But that's such a bad name for you, it sounds too good," Yusuke pouted, wrapping a muscular arm around the white clothed, slimmed waste, pulling the slighter body against him.
"But I am good," Kurama smiled innocently, blinking false, large eyes at him.
"No, I don't think so, I think you need some discipline. Yes. You're in for a meeting with the ruler, you've been a bad boy," Yusuke smirked; edging his lips toward the youko turned ningen's full, pink lips. The dark youki flickered dangerously high, the pair almost able to feel the piercing orbs of their audience before it completely disappeared in a blur of black. Even after the aura left completely, Yusuke's lips descended on to Kurama's in a chaste kiss that only lasted a mere second, the red head pulling away.
"Yusuke, don't." Kurama pulled away, cheeks flushing red at the contact his closet friend just shared with him. Yusuke chuckled nervously, straightening his suit then gathering the papers from his desk to neatly place back into his suitcase. "I'm sorry, but you know for this to work..."
"Yes I know," Yusuke cut in, sighing, trying to push down his on coming blush at getting carried away, "I didn't mean to...I just really, really want him..." he moaned at the thought of soft, pink lips belonging to that certain someone that he wished they belonged to.
"But you know how he gets, both of them. It's ok if they assume and ok if we led them on a bit but we can't confirm anything," Kurama picked up his laptop, tucking it under his arm, waiting patiently for his companion to finish packing his things away.
"Ok, ok, can we move on to kissing though, just little ones, like on the cheek?" he ruffled his dark hair a bit, taking off his jacket and tossing it over his shoulder as he always did after the long day of school was over.
"Ok," Kurama smirked mysteriously, "can you walk me to my dorm, it's on the other side of campus and it's dark." His sharp green eyes sparkled lovingly, his question almost suggestive, Yusuke already use to his playful comments and smirking lightly at them.
"Why wouldn't I?" Yusuke smiled, grabbing his suitcase from his desk, flicking off the lights and holding the door open for Kurama.
"You know," Kurama sighed, walking to his dorms slowly with Yusuke at his side, the dimness the moon caused casting his face in beautiful shadows. Precise eyes glinted at the play of shadows on his face as he walked, watching as his head tilted slightly upward to look on the moon's beauty, casting him as it's second in command if it were to all of a sudden fall, that way beauty would remain forever. The figure's breath hitched as it watched the two; "there are a lot of flowers that bloom only at night..."
"Like what?" Yusuke also watched the sky though his gaze was pointed toward the stars, twinkling wickedly at him like they knew something he would never understand. A second figure watched beside the first, taller and more built but eyes equally precise, equally lust filled and calculating. Eyes watched as the stars made an unnatural shine in the raven- haired boy's eyes; seemingly making a home they're to sparkle for an eternity.
"Like this one," the red head had stopped walking and was kneeling in front of a beautiful blue flower; it's petals and shape adjacent to that of a rose. Kurama's slim fingers encircled the rose at the base of its petals and lifted gently. The stem snapped and the red head flinched slightly, "it's beautiful isn't it?" he whispered.
"But it's dead now," Yusuke stated in an also hushed tone though those that watched could hear each word, his slightly rougher fingers touched the malleable petals of the flower, feeling a slight throb within it.
"No, it doesn't have to be," and they walked, the flourish lying gently in Kurama's palm, the stem between his fingers, his thumb stroking it's petals. They arrived at his dorm in twice the time it would have taken if they were intent on going. Kurama turned to Yusuke, a small smile on his face. The stem of the small flower had grown roots that wrapped softly around his hand and he held it out to the older man. "Here, why don't you take care of it for me?"
Yusuke flashed him a million dollar smile, holding his hand out and completely trusting his slightly shorter and smaller friend. The roots untangled themselves from his hand, wrapping around Yusuke's wrist as the small plant was handed over. The red head leaned upward, placing a soft kiss to Yusuke's lips, before turning and opening his door, then turning back to him.
"Thank you for walking me, Yusuke, goodnight," he whispered.
"'Night, Kurama, I mean babe, I mean Shuuichi," Yusuke joked, waving as a light blush formed over his cheeks, then turning to leave. Kurama closed the door softly, closing his eyes and turning around, placing his back to the door.
"You're in late," came a gruff voice, followed by narrowed cerulean eyes. Kurama gasped at the sudden sound, jumping slightly and looking to him.
"Oh," Kurama sighed, relieved, "I thought...yes, I am, I had to ask my teacher something..."
"And Yusuke had a lot to tell you I suppose?" came a second voice that startled him equally as well.
"Really, you guys shouldn't sneak up on me like that," Kurama smiled, noticing crimson orbs from the other side of the darkened room, he raised an eyebrow, "I can't believe you two are in the same room as one another...calm..." He flicked on the light, the dim room not his style in the least bit seeing as the window curtains covered the wonderful moonlight. Hiei sat on the arm of a chair next to Kuwabara's bed, the large ningen in his own bed, arms crossed over his chest. "I have to complement the both of you though, I hadn't even noticed either of you were here."
"Maybe that's because you were too busy to notice," came Hiei's harsh reply. Kurama raised his other eyebrow and tended to his plants, ignoring the spiky haired male's comment. His side of the room greatly contrasted with Kuwabara's. His plants of ferns, roses and a few Makai plants were placed on his side, the side with the window. One at the foot of his bed, one beside his computer, one hanging in the window, one on his lamp table and one in the bathroom, all perfectly placed. On the other hand Kuwabara's side was basically covered in comic books, schoolbooks and pictures of cats. "Hn," Kurama shrugged to himself at his small evaluation of their room, not noticing the two pairs of eyes that watched his every move.
"So, is Urameshi heading home?" the orange haired college student asked, looking at Kurama expectantly.
"Yes," the red head stated, beginning to remove his shirt, not in the least bit concerned about either of them seeing his body. He heard the ningen get up, shuffle a bit then leave. He turned to the demon in the chair that sat silently watching him, a mask of indifference on his face that had become even harder for Kurama to decipher, "what brings you here, Hiei? I heard it was to be a perfect night tonight," his conversation was light as he slowly slid the shirt over his pale shoulders, his red hair touching his skin lightly as he did so. His eyes had lidded to the floor in an almost nonchalant manner if his movements did not seem too sensual.
"Slut," it was a murmur on pale lips and Kurama would have missed it if he had not been listening so intently. His actions froze and his eyes snapped up to the disgusted face of Hiei.
"Excuse me?" he asked, brow slightly furrowed.
"Is this what you did to seduce Yusuke?" Hiei asked, climbing down from the high chair, standing, his katana at his side, cloak gleaming in the light in an almost intimidating manner.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he covered his shock and confusion with an innocently bewildered face, removing his shirt and tossing it to his bed as he turned to retrieve something to wear for the night.
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Hope ya liked it, you know you did ~wink wink~ please please please review