Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. This fic was actually rather popular on and had 11 chapters, but for some reason my account was deleted so I decided to become an author here. It sucked though. 2 ½ years worth of work gone! Luckily, I had it all on my computer! Please enjoy this chapter.
The inn was small, but in relatively good condition. It wasn't a place where the two were bound to find company, but at the moment both Kuronue and Kurama were hungry. Hungry, tired, and about 3 hours away from the nearest den.
"I can't believe we're stuck in a dump like this." Kuronue grumbled. "There is no way that I'm going to find a woman in here!"
His partner, Kurama, ignored the black-haired demon's attitude.
"And the men! I would rather sleep with a twitching corpse than with one of the people here!""But that's with the corpse on top right?" Kurama said quietly, "We aren't going to find anyone here. You can sleep alone for one night." Kuronue growled at the reprimand but followed his silver-haired companion into the inn.
It was a noisy place, as the drunks were quite loud. The women sat and flirted with the men while the waiters flitted about with drinks."Good evening! How may I be of service to you handsome gentlemen?" Kurama eyed the busty blonde waitress who was smiling coyly up at him. She might do if Kuronue got too desperate. Rather skinny, though, and not much in the way of curves. Her make up was a bit much, overshadowed her eyes.
"A table for two please. In a corner." Kuronue said. The waitress nodded and escorted them to the small table that stood in a darker part of the room. "My name's Yaone and sorry to say I won't be serving you. I'll send your server along in a minute. But if you want anything don't hesitate to ask," the waitress said, putting a hand on her hip and waiting for a response. "Thank you," Kurama said, glad that he wouldn't have to put up with her. She just nodded and walked away, swaying her hips in an almost comical fashion..
Kuronue groaned. "I told you."
Kurama just rolled his eyes. "She thought it was good. Give the girl credit for trying."Kuronue snorted. "She had no clue what she was...shit."
"Huh?" Kurama followed his friends gaze and realized that a waiter was approaching their table. A very male, very gorgeous, very short waiter. He was five foot nothing with black pants the clung to his slim hips and a tight black shirt with a white vest. His skin was a pale white and his hair was black with a white starbust in the center. It spiked up like flame around his head. The waiter stopped and Kurama found himself looking into a pair of almond shaped eyes with blood red irises framed by long eyelashes. On his chest was a small name tag that read 'Hiei.' Kurama was jerked out of his daze when a deep smooth voice asked, "What's your order?"
Hiei could just barely stop from staring at the creature that sat before him. A kitsune. A totally hot kitsune. He had seen kitsunes before but never this close. They were supposed to be one of the most beautiful species, male and female. This one was no exception. Hiei mentally slapped himself and tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach, "What's your order?"
The kitsune's companion, a dark crow demon, smirked and leaned forward, "I wouldn't mind having an order of you, little one." Hiei bristled slightly before putting his hand on his hip. "I'm not on the menu. What do you want to eat?" The bastard never lost his smirk as he looked at the kitsune. "What do you think Kurama?" 'Kurama? The thief, Kurama?' Hiei frowned as Kurama looked up at him. "I wouldn't mind eating you."
Kurama eyed the delicious creature before him before replying, "I wouldn't mind eating you." The waiter flushed slightly before narrowing his eyes. "As I said before, I'm not on the menu. If you want sex instead of food there are a bunch of whores over there." He gestured toward the opposite side of the room.
Kurama felt a hint of annoyance. "We didn't come here to find a whore little one. You were just plain luck."
"Look. Either order something and let me get back to work or I'll just send a different person over here. I don't have time to fuck the patrons, nor do I plan on it." Kurama was taken back by the little demon's hostility. Kuronue snorted from across the table. "I'll have a Tequile and if you don't mind me saying so, you're lucky that you caught his interest." Hiei glared at him, "I have no interest in him."
Kurama smiled in response, "I'll have a Jien Yusia, my lovely little Kohna." He felt a twinge of amusement as Hiei looked ready to live up to the given nickname and roast him on the spot."What did you just call me?""Kohna, I believe it suits you."Hiei trembled in what appeared to be anger before turning on his heel and stalking towards the bar. Kurma couldn't help but eye the delicious sway of those slim hips the entire way.
Kuronue chuckled, "Point for you Kurama."
'The nerve of those arrogant bastards!' Hiei fumed. He thrust the order at the bartender, who raised an eyebrow at him, before he turned to Yaone, who was sitting on some demon's lap. "Yaone!" She jumped and blinked at him, stupidly. "What now Hiei?" She whined.
"You take table twenty. You like those bastards don't you?" Yaone's eyes brightened and she immediately bounced over to the bar to receive their order.
"Oh no." Kuronue groaned. Kurama cocked an ear to the side.
"What now?" Kuronue nodded in the direction of the bar.
"Guess who." Kurama glanced over just in time to find himself staring at the ample bosom of the waitress, Yaone. He raised his head.
"Why, hello my dear. May I inquire as to where our waiter went?"
Yaone huffed. "He ditched your table and dumped it on me during my break. Not that I mind serving such handsome gentlemen. Here are your drinks."
She set the drinks down and as she did she made sure to show as much cleavage as possible. Kurama felt like barfing at such a hideous sight. She just wasn't in his league. Now Hiei... His golden eyes wandered the room before he found the object of his desire. Hiei was standing next to a table with four male demons and by the looks of it, they too wanted to 'eat' him. Hiei shrugged them off with ease and glanced over his shoulder. His gaze locked with Kurama's and even from there Kurama could see the tremor that went through Hiei's body. Sadly, the contact was broken as the annoying waitress made yet another attempt at propositioning him. "If you boys ever need any of my services, feel free to ask."
"Yes," Kurama said, ignoring Kuronue's scandalized look. "I could use one of your services."
Yaone looked rather surprised but leaned forward and placed a hand on the table. "Well," she purred, "What can I do for you?" He smirked and leaned forward as well. "You can tell me when Hiei gets off work."
Yaone pulled back, looking more than a little insulted. "I don't really know." She snapped but trailed off when Kurama handed her a rather large amount of money. "He gets off the same time I do, at 10:30. And he always leaves through the back door." Kurama leaned back in his chair, "Thank you my dear."
Yaone nodded, "You're welcome." She gave a short bow and scurried off. Kuronue gawked at his friend. "You really like that little bastard, don't you?" Kurama only smiled and settled down to wait for the time when he could possess that lovely creature.
Hiei frowned as Yaone excepted money from the theif. Why did he give her money. For a fuck? Then why did she seem so pissed before? His thoughts were cut off as a hand tried to grope its way up his thigh. He grabbed the offensive object and gave a sharp twist, pleased to hear bones cracking as the owner howled in pain. He let go and made his way toward Yaone whom was serving a party of four.
"Yaone, I need to talk to you now." She apologized to her table before turning towards him. "What? I have tables to wait on."
Hiei gestured to Kurama's table. "That Kitsune. Why'd he give you money?" She tossed her blond hair over her left shoulder and gave a smug smile. "He wanted a nice fuck Hiei darling."
Hiei glared at her. She was lying. No doubt about it.. "Tell me the truth Yaone. Or must I take it from you."
Yaone glanced at his headband and shivered. She knew what was under that strip of cloth and she didn't want it used on her. But if I tell him, he'll probably kill me anyway. She was saved by the bartender yelling for her to hurry and take an order of drinks to a table. She laughed nervously and scampered away from the homicidal demon. Thank whatever God is looking out for me.
What'd you people think? I hope you enjoyed it because I think I can finish this one. I don't have a single finished fanfic out there. I can't help it that I'm overly critical of my own work! It's just difficult to put on paper. Please review. Dark Desires will be put up on Natoya's account since she now has her own.