This fanfic contains YAOI content! It also alludes to rape, brief
mention of drug use, a little bit of naughty language, and some self
violence. You can't say I didn't warn you!
This is my first fic! Please be gentle ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, Kurama would wear leather straps for clothing at all times.
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Chapter 1
"Does it hurt?"
The sound of the wheels on pavement, the wind whisking past the car. A honk in the distance. A tall redheaded boy sat at the wheel, his green eyes narrowed in worry. His clothes were pressed neatly, his hair brushed perfectly. He was a beautiful male. He didn't seem like someone that should ever have to carry such a frown.
Kurama looked at his friend who sat straight and stiffly as always, his arms crossed. He shouldn't be crossing them. The other demon was shorter, with spiky dark hair adorned with a starburst of white, all black clothes, and the most beautiful blood red almond shaped eyes. His arms were covered completely with his cloak to hide the reason for the hospital visit. The other was staring out the window at the passing scenery, not deeming his question worthy of an answer.
He drove silently for a while.
"Was it your job? If you can't do it. if it's stressing you so much. I can get another job. You don't have to help pay rent. I know you're busy in the Makai."
Silence.
"Is it something I'm doing?" he asked quietly.
"Stop with the false sympathy. Stop pretending you care!" Hiei snapped, turning his head to stare out the window. He did notice, however, when Kurama flinched as if struck.
'So it's me.?' the redhead thought to himself, biting his bottom lip and staring off into space as he sped down the road.
".I send flowers to that couple that found you."
"Hn."
"If they hadn't found you." Kurama began, looking over at his friend, but he didn't get to finish.
"They shouldn't have found me."
Silence.
"I'll drop you off at the house. I have to get back to work. I left early from the nursery." he kept his sigh from escaping. In order to come get Hiei from the hospital he'd had to ask off early. And he'd been told that if he left he wouldn't be getting paid for that day.
"Hiei. if you go in again to the hospital. they'll commit you for two weeks."
"There won't be a next time," Hiei said simply. He wouldn't get caught next time. He knew better than to say the rest out loud though.
Kurama saw it on his face, picking up the thought as easily as had the little demon shouted it. He paled as he pulled in front of the stairs that led to their apartment. Hiei quickly got out.
"Hiei." Kurama said, and he paused, looking through the door. "Don't. I."
"Waste your breath elsewhere, fox. You'll be late for work." He slammed the door, heading for the stairs.
Kurama trembled as he drove away. He stopped at the end of the parking lot, laying his head on the steering wheel as he started to cry.
//*\\ //*\\ //*\\
He didn't know exactly how long he'd been doing it.
He did remember the first time, though.
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Hiei stormed into the apartment, into the room he and Kurama shared, throwing himself onto his bed. His pulse was racing, his thoughts a jumble.
He wanted to be angry, but this wasn't something he could fix with anger. He couldn't blame anyone but himself.
Yukina's disappointment. the tears in her eyes.
"You wanted me to treat you as a brother. as if you were my lost brother. No brother of mine would be so selfish, so shameful, so eager to kill!" she'd cried, running to hide from him somewhere.
He'd been smarting off at Kuwabara all day, threatening him with about every torture he could imagine, and finally just spat at him, insulting him deeply enough to make him leave. Yukina had started to cry.
He stood, pacing about his side of the room. He growled and considered ripping down the curtain that divided the room, but Kurama had made that curtain with his plants quite lovingly, and it would hurt him to see it ruined.
Alone. He was so alone. Stupid. Ignorant, worthless, violent.
He whipped out his katana and decided to go practice.
Repair the damage he'd done with his violence by preparing himself for more?
He lowered his blade at the idea and stared at the wall. A maelstrom of emotions was assaulting him, and he had no way to contain these. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, moving to sheath his blade.
He sliced his thumb and cursed his clumsiness. He kept that blade sharp. Razor sharp. He watched the blood fall, entranced. He slowly lowered his katana, pulling back his sleeve, closing his eyes. He let out a soft, barely audible gasp as his blade left a thin, clean gash, and he felt the warm blood roll down his arm.
The thoughts. all other thoughts were secondary to this. And he wasn't hurting anybody. No enemies slain, no friends recoiling, no tears. he panted lightly at the rush it gave him and went to bind and cover it before blood hit the carpet.
~~~~~~~~~
Hiei unwrapped the bandages, examining the stitches that held his arm together. Kurama didn't understand. He couldn't understand. He sighed and rewrapped it, pulling on a long sleeved shirt to cover his arms. He had to get to the bar for work.
--What'cha think? Review please and tell me if it's good enough to consider posting the rest. ^_^
This is my first fic! Please be gentle ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, Kurama would wear leather straps for clothing at all times.
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Chapter 1
"Does it hurt?"
The sound of the wheels on pavement, the wind whisking past the car. A honk in the distance. A tall redheaded boy sat at the wheel, his green eyes narrowed in worry. His clothes were pressed neatly, his hair brushed perfectly. He was a beautiful male. He didn't seem like someone that should ever have to carry such a frown.
Kurama looked at his friend who sat straight and stiffly as always, his arms crossed. He shouldn't be crossing them. The other demon was shorter, with spiky dark hair adorned with a starburst of white, all black clothes, and the most beautiful blood red almond shaped eyes. His arms were covered completely with his cloak to hide the reason for the hospital visit. The other was staring out the window at the passing scenery, not deeming his question worthy of an answer.
He drove silently for a while.
"Was it your job? If you can't do it. if it's stressing you so much. I can get another job. You don't have to help pay rent. I know you're busy in the Makai."
Silence.
"Is it something I'm doing?" he asked quietly.
"Stop with the false sympathy. Stop pretending you care!" Hiei snapped, turning his head to stare out the window. He did notice, however, when Kurama flinched as if struck.
'So it's me.?' the redhead thought to himself, biting his bottom lip and staring off into space as he sped down the road.
".I send flowers to that couple that found you."
"Hn."
"If they hadn't found you." Kurama began, looking over at his friend, but he didn't get to finish.
"They shouldn't have found me."
Silence.
"I'll drop you off at the house. I have to get back to work. I left early from the nursery." he kept his sigh from escaping. In order to come get Hiei from the hospital he'd had to ask off early. And he'd been told that if he left he wouldn't be getting paid for that day.
"Hiei. if you go in again to the hospital. they'll commit you for two weeks."
"There won't be a next time," Hiei said simply. He wouldn't get caught next time. He knew better than to say the rest out loud though.
Kurama saw it on his face, picking up the thought as easily as had the little demon shouted it. He paled as he pulled in front of the stairs that led to their apartment. Hiei quickly got out.
"Hiei." Kurama said, and he paused, looking through the door. "Don't. I."
"Waste your breath elsewhere, fox. You'll be late for work." He slammed the door, heading for the stairs.
Kurama trembled as he drove away. He stopped at the end of the parking lot, laying his head on the steering wheel as he started to cry.
//*\\ //*\\ //*\\
He didn't know exactly how long he'd been doing it.
He did remember the first time, though.
~~~~~~~~~
Hiei stormed into the apartment, into the room he and Kurama shared, throwing himself onto his bed. His pulse was racing, his thoughts a jumble.
He wanted to be angry, but this wasn't something he could fix with anger. He couldn't blame anyone but himself.
Yukina's disappointment. the tears in her eyes.
"You wanted me to treat you as a brother. as if you were my lost brother. No brother of mine would be so selfish, so shameful, so eager to kill!" she'd cried, running to hide from him somewhere.
He'd been smarting off at Kuwabara all day, threatening him with about every torture he could imagine, and finally just spat at him, insulting him deeply enough to make him leave. Yukina had started to cry.
He stood, pacing about his side of the room. He growled and considered ripping down the curtain that divided the room, but Kurama had made that curtain with his plants quite lovingly, and it would hurt him to see it ruined.
Alone. He was so alone. Stupid. Ignorant, worthless, violent.
He whipped out his katana and decided to go practice.
Repair the damage he'd done with his violence by preparing himself for more?
He lowered his blade at the idea and stared at the wall. A maelstrom of emotions was assaulting him, and he had no way to contain these. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, moving to sheath his blade.
He sliced his thumb and cursed his clumsiness. He kept that blade sharp. Razor sharp. He watched the blood fall, entranced. He slowly lowered his katana, pulling back his sleeve, closing his eyes. He let out a soft, barely audible gasp as his blade left a thin, clean gash, and he felt the warm blood roll down his arm.
The thoughts. all other thoughts were secondary to this. And he wasn't hurting anybody. No enemies slain, no friends recoiling, no tears. he panted lightly at the rush it gave him and went to bind and cover it before blood hit the carpet.
~~~~~~~~~
Hiei unwrapped the bandages, examining the stitches that held his arm together. Kurama didn't understand. He couldn't understand. He sighed and rewrapped it, pulling on a long sleeved shirt to cover his arms. He had to get to the bar for work.
--What'cha think? Review please and tell me if it's good enough to consider posting the rest. ^_^