Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho? Mine? I wish. Song by Martina McBride, also not mine. Again, I wish.
Warnings: This is AU. With AU comes OOC. And in this fic, it comes with a little Yusuke/Hiei. Sorry, but this is a yaoi fic. Don't like, go away.
AN Er... *nervous laughter* Hello all. I just want to tell you this story wasn't supposed to happen! But, a plot bunny attacked me sometime during last week, and it was almost as persistant as the others. Well, it was as annoying as the rest anyway. Anyway - the only way to kill a plot bunny, is to write it. So, the bunnies dead, but I'm stuck with a story. Hope you don't mind.
Check out my new live journal! It's linked in my Bio.
Just a few tweaks. I needed to change a few things.
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Strangers
"Did you hear?" Yusuke Urameshi asked his best friend, Kazuma Kuwabara and his on-and-off girlfriend Keiko Yukimora excitedly after meeting with them at Keiko's family owned ramen shop. The shop was nice, clean and airy - the perfect atmosphere for hanging out with your friends.
Kuwabara looked up from his free ramen with a confused frown. "Hear what?" He asked, his chiseled features following his mouths example and scrunching up in confusion. He reached up and tugged his carrot shaped hair like he always did when trying to think of an answer to a particularly difficult question. "Did you ask me something important?"
Yusuke sighed in exasperation of his slow-witted friend, his brown eyes holding a twinge of tired amusement while he tossed back his sleek, longish hair. "There's a sign in the window of 'Black Thorn' saying that Kurama and Hiei are going to be singing there tomorrow night.
The Black Thorn was the local teen club, decorated half like a coffee bar and half like a dance club, it wasn't the cleanest place you could go, but it was one of the most popular. And Kurama and Hiei were Japan's latest hit sensation. "The best music act since sliced bread," the critics raved. Nobody knew where they came from, and the two singers were complete opposites. But nobody minded, because they were so fabulous at singing.
Keiko sighed dreamily. "I wish we could get in to see them," she said softly, looking down at her own cup of ramen. She looked imploringly at Yusuke.
"What?" He asked, pausing in his snarf-fest. Yusuke would never turn down free food, and it was just sitting there in front of him. So good, so ramen-y. And Keiko was giving him her best "get me tickets to that show or die in the process" look, ruining his appetite.
"Oh come on Urameshi," Kuwabara snorted, "you wouldn't tell us something like that unless you had something else hidden up your sleeve."
Yusuke rolled his eyes and held up his arms, displaying that he *wasn't* wearing sleeves. "Not up my sleeves," he said mischievously, "but there might be something hidden in my pocket..." He enjoyed tormenting his two friends a moment longer before submitting and pulling out three tickets, each stamped with a Black Rose.
Keiko squealed, grabbed the ticket and launched a hug attack at her boyfriend. Kuwabara's eyes lit up and he carefully tucked his ticket into his own pocket. Yusuke smiled, pleased that he had managed to make both friends happy at the same time.
===
Kurama parted the curtain of his latest gig with a small frown. There was a healthy sized crowd gathered on the dance floor, more sitting in cozy looking booths. All the people there were talking happily with each other and listening to the music provided by the club. Kurama sighed, he wished he could have ended up normal like that. But no, he was stuck here, looking for someone to sing to, like he did at every gig. He was looking for someone with the same, haunted and unhappy expression that he and Hiei almost constantly had hidden in their eyes.
There, in the back booth, sitting with two friends. He looked happy on the outside, but to Kurama, the boy nearly oozed with loneliness.
"Fox."
Kurama dropped the curtain and turned around, his long red hair swirling gracefully around him. He had white streaks in his hair, which contrary to popular belief were natural. The white matched the fox ears that sat on top of his head and even managed to enhance his facial features. To put it mildly, Kurama's hair was definitely one of his highlights, the others being his eyes, voice and figure. The length of his hair also managed to hide that when he had fox ears, he didn't have human ears. But still, his vivid green eyes peered through the dark to land on his partner.
His partner, Hiei was standing a little ways behind him, half dressed but looking annoyed. Well, Hiei was always annoyed looking, he just seemed to be actually annoyed at something in particular instead of everything at once. It was probably their changing room this time. Hiei's eyes softened a little at the down hearted gleam in his friends eyes, and he paused in his task of gelling his hair to stay flat, rather up in its normal single spike. Unfortunately, no matter how much gel he put into his hair, it always reverted back to its natural position. Kurama liked to joke that Hiei had hung upside-down too much when he was a kid. Hiei liked to joke about taking his katana and slicing Kurama into little pieces.
"Finish getting ready, Fox." Hiei said in the gentle voice Kurama was sure Hiei only used with him. "The manager said we go on in about ten minutes."
Kurama nodded and followed his small companion back to their provided 'dressing room'. Really, it was a private bathroom that had a few stiff looking chairs placed in it, apparently for them to sit on. However, neither of them enjoyed the thought of having splinters in their rear, so they had avoided the chairs. It also seemed that the toilet had been flushed for their arrival, and the that mirror had been splashed quickly in an attempt to be cleared of most of its grime. The floor, however, had unusual fuzzy brown patches growing in the corner, so they swallowed their pride and stood on the chairs while changing their clothes.
"This is disgusting," Kurama muttered, carefully changing into his formal, but comfortable white Chinese style tunic and matching pants. He expertly tied a pink sash around his waist and slipped his shoes back on as quickly as he could. He then jumped of his chair, luckily splinter free, and pulled out his hairbrush and began working it through his hair.
"Hn." Hiei muttered, already having his black pants and boots on. He slipped on a pale blue shirt, sleeves ripped off, and made sure his hair was still spiked. Not that it wouldn't be. Also checking to be sure that his bandana was still tightly tied around his forehead.
"Hey," Kurama said suddenly, reaching into his duffle bag. "I saw something earlier that I thought you might like." He pulled out a thin chain necklace that had a beautiful jewel dangling from it. "The jewel reflects in any type of light, and I thought it was something you might like to have."
Hiei took the gift with a thoughtful expression and carefully looked it over. "Hn," he said softly, admitting that he liked it. He slipped it around his neck and finished getting ready.
There was a knock on the door. "You're on boys," the managers booming voice boomed through the door. "And you better be as good as you say you are!" There was a minor threat in his voice.
Kurama rolled his eyes while Hiei lifted an unseen finger to the man behind the door. Oh yes, they were *so* looking forward to this one.
===
The music of the club faded out and the lights dimmed accordingly. A female voice cried out in the silence, "There they are!" And all the other females screamed. Most passed out. Yusuke looked carefully over at his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, Keiko seemed eager to listen to the two singers, *and* eager to ogle their 'oh so great bodies'. However, when he caught a glimpse of first Kurama and then Hiei, he had to admit there was truth in what girls claimed. They were both slim, well built and extremely attractive.
But they looked so sad. Kurama especially.
The two singers took their positions on the make-shift stage, each setting himself down on a three-legged stool and holding onto a microphone. Without any words spoken and with no introduction needed, the light blazed back on, revealing them in full view.
Suddenly, Keiko gasped. "They're looking over here!" She whispered excitedly to Yusuke and Kuwabara. The girl then cast haughty looks around at the other girls before fluffing her hair and smiling prettily at Kurama and Hiei. Without even saying another word, she took off the necklace that Yusuke had given her for her birthday, dropped it on the table and slipped out of the booth. Yusuke watched, dumbfounded as she joined the masses of females surrounding the stage.
Kuwabara didn't even notice, too busy ogling all the girls on the dance floor. The tall carrot-top got up and left for the dance floor as well, leaving Yusuke alone in the booth.
The music suddenly started, soft at first before it picked up. Then, with about a hundred girls swooning at his feet, Kurama lifted his microphone to his mouth and began singing.
"Two strangers passing on the sidewalk. Barely brush each others hands. He says "I'm sorry." She says "don't worry"
And that is how it all began."
Kurama's sweet voice carried impossibly well over the masses of screaming girls. His words sinking slowly into Yusuke's ears, as though that's where they were meant to be.
As though Kurama was singing directly to him.
"A few short days and nights together. And it's like they were meant to be. Lying there with her, He softly whispers
"Just think what we were so recently.""
Kurama's voice stayed steady and strong, even slightly wistful as he sang, still reaching over his fans and into Yusuke's ears. And going from his ears down into a hollow place he had always been aware of deep inside of his heart. The song struck a cord there, bringing forth Yusuke's loneliness full front.
He looked up, and was captured in the green eyes now boring into his eyes. Those eyes, they reflected so much sadness. Then the red-head lowered his head while Hiei picked up the chorus.
"Strangers. Strangers. The worlds greatest lovers, last week they were strangers."
The small dark haired boy sang impossibly well, his voice and eyes betraying his child-like looks to be very mature. Mysterious red eyes that locked onto Yusuke's the moment Kurama had looked away. Then, Hiei too looked away, Kurama picking up the melody and Yusuke's gaze.
"Two strangers passing in the hallway, Barely touch each others heart. Now they're pretending, Two shadows bending. But they're a million miles apart."
Kurama paused for a moment, closing his eyes as though he were one of the people experiencing as much heartbreak as those in his song. Then, he looked right back and Yusuke and continued singing.
"Soon she'll be packing up her suitcase. They'll be dividing all the blame. They know how they started, Now empty hearted. They don't have a clue how they became..."
Somehow, Kurama managed to tell Yusuke to wait after the show was over. He managed to convey through his eyes, his sad, fathomless eyes, to not leave. Something shivered through them, weak as a spiders web blowing in the wind, telling Yusuke that they were kindred souls.
"Strangers. Strangers. The worlds greatest lovers, And now they are strangers. The worlds greatest lovers, Have turned into strangers."
Hiei sang, also telling Yusuke with his eyes to remain where he was. The same spiders thread seemed to connect him to Kurama and Yusuke. The boy in the booth finally was able to see the unspoken, but deeply felt pain the shorter boy was going through.
"Strangers, Strangers."
===
"Do you think he'll wait?" Kurama asked when they were once again in their 'changing room'. He shook his head, the ears at the top of his head twitching slightly before completely disappearing. The white in his hair vanished as well, leaving him with plain, vibrant red locks and two normal human ears. He had already changed into his street clothes, consisting of a pair of jeans and a simple white button down shirt.
"They always stay." Hiei reminded him, slipping on his warm kimono and carefully belting his katana around his waist. "But they're never what you're looking for." He continued, not turning back to Kurama. "They're always fake."
Kurama sighed and picked up his duffle bag. "Let's go collect our credits and find a new hotel room." He murmured, trying to hide how upset he was. "I'm tired."
"You don't want to talk to the boy?" Hiei asked, surprised. His partner bowed his head in thought.
"Perhaps for a moment or so, but then can we go?"
Hiei regarded his friend a little closer. "Of course, let's go get our money."
The club owner was surprisingly willing to give them the required pay for their services. He even asked them to sing for his club again the next night, though Kurama politely refused him. After they had collected their well earned sum of three hundred credits each, they left the office and made their way towards the doors. The young boy they had silently asked to stay was sitting casually on the stage, though his eyes betrayed his fascade of calm.
"Hello," Kurama said softly, setting his duffle bag down by his feet and sitting down next to the boy. "Thank you for staying behind to talk to us."
Hiei nodded his agreement to those thanks.
"I'm Yusuke," the boy told them, keeping his eyes cast on the ground. He slowly lifted his eyes until they settled at Kurama's knees. "Why did you want to meet me?" He seemed anxious, Kurama realized, smiling slightly. He was used to being used by others. He remembered how the girl that had been sitting with Yusuke took off something he had obviously given her and tossed it on the table as though it was nothing. The poor guy.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Kurama asked instead of answering Yusuke's question.
Yusuke nodded hesitantly. "Yes, you are both very talented singers. I... enjoyed listening to you."
The three boys were silent after that. And Hiei, it seemed, had made a decision, because Kurama didn't seem too keen to do so.
"Yusuke," he said, "would you like to spend a bit of time with me and Kurama? You know, play video games, catch a movie, something like that? I noticed your friends didn't seem to eager to spend a lot of time with you."
Kurama snorted. If Yusuke's friends had wanted to be with him, they would still be with him.
Yusuke seemed unsure, but its not like he would have been missed at home. His mother was an alcoholic - currently on one of her drinking sprees. Keiko had officially dumped him for good, just a few minutes before. And Kuwabara had ditched him for chasing the girls he had been dancing with earlier. "Sure," he said finally, coming to his decision.
Its not like anyone would miss him at home, or school - seeing as the school was closed for a teachers convension. Kurama smiled at Yusuke's dicision, his green eyes showing his sincere happiness. Hiei's eyes glimmered as well.
"Strangers," Hiei sang softly under his breath. "Last week we were strangers..."
He wasn't surprised that Kurama had chosen to spend time with Yusuke. The boy was exactly like them in spirit. It would just be a question of how much the boy would accept them. If he would accept them for what they were.
"Strangers..."
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AN Again, I know I should be working on Tossed and Found, but the bunny just attacked me! Out of nowhere! It was scary! I'm leaving it open to be continued, let me know if you want the rest of the story. It should happen sometime after Tossed and Found is finished. Maybe, if I get enough feed back from this one.
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Warnings: This is AU. With AU comes OOC. And in this fic, it comes with a little Yusuke/Hiei. Sorry, but this is a yaoi fic. Don't like, go away.
AN Er... *nervous laughter* Hello all. I just want to tell you this story wasn't supposed to happen! But, a plot bunny attacked me sometime during last week, and it was almost as persistant as the others. Well, it was as annoying as the rest anyway. Anyway - the only way to kill a plot bunny, is to write it. So, the bunnies dead, but I'm stuck with a story. Hope you don't mind.
Check out my new live journal! It's linked in my Bio.
Just a few tweaks. I needed to change a few things.
===
Strangers
"Did you hear?" Yusuke Urameshi asked his best friend, Kazuma Kuwabara and his on-and-off girlfriend Keiko Yukimora excitedly after meeting with them at Keiko's family owned ramen shop. The shop was nice, clean and airy - the perfect atmosphere for hanging out with your friends.
Kuwabara looked up from his free ramen with a confused frown. "Hear what?" He asked, his chiseled features following his mouths example and scrunching up in confusion. He reached up and tugged his carrot shaped hair like he always did when trying to think of an answer to a particularly difficult question. "Did you ask me something important?"
Yusuke sighed in exasperation of his slow-witted friend, his brown eyes holding a twinge of tired amusement while he tossed back his sleek, longish hair. "There's a sign in the window of 'Black Thorn' saying that Kurama and Hiei are going to be singing there tomorrow night.
The Black Thorn was the local teen club, decorated half like a coffee bar and half like a dance club, it wasn't the cleanest place you could go, but it was one of the most popular. And Kurama and Hiei were Japan's latest hit sensation. "The best music act since sliced bread," the critics raved. Nobody knew where they came from, and the two singers were complete opposites. But nobody minded, because they were so fabulous at singing.
Keiko sighed dreamily. "I wish we could get in to see them," she said softly, looking down at her own cup of ramen. She looked imploringly at Yusuke.
"What?" He asked, pausing in his snarf-fest. Yusuke would never turn down free food, and it was just sitting there in front of him. So good, so ramen-y. And Keiko was giving him her best "get me tickets to that show or die in the process" look, ruining his appetite.
"Oh come on Urameshi," Kuwabara snorted, "you wouldn't tell us something like that unless you had something else hidden up your sleeve."
Yusuke rolled his eyes and held up his arms, displaying that he *wasn't* wearing sleeves. "Not up my sleeves," he said mischievously, "but there might be something hidden in my pocket..." He enjoyed tormenting his two friends a moment longer before submitting and pulling out three tickets, each stamped with a Black Rose.
Keiko squealed, grabbed the ticket and launched a hug attack at her boyfriend. Kuwabara's eyes lit up and he carefully tucked his ticket into his own pocket. Yusuke smiled, pleased that he had managed to make both friends happy at the same time.
===
Kurama parted the curtain of his latest gig with a small frown. There was a healthy sized crowd gathered on the dance floor, more sitting in cozy looking booths. All the people there were talking happily with each other and listening to the music provided by the club. Kurama sighed, he wished he could have ended up normal like that. But no, he was stuck here, looking for someone to sing to, like he did at every gig. He was looking for someone with the same, haunted and unhappy expression that he and Hiei almost constantly had hidden in their eyes.
There, in the back booth, sitting with two friends. He looked happy on the outside, but to Kurama, the boy nearly oozed with loneliness.
"Fox."
Kurama dropped the curtain and turned around, his long red hair swirling gracefully around him. He had white streaks in his hair, which contrary to popular belief were natural. The white matched the fox ears that sat on top of his head and even managed to enhance his facial features. To put it mildly, Kurama's hair was definitely one of his highlights, the others being his eyes, voice and figure. The length of his hair also managed to hide that when he had fox ears, he didn't have human ears. But still, his vivid green eyes peered through the dark to land on his partner.
His partner, Hiei was standing a little ways behind him, half dressed but looking annoyed. Well, Hiei was always annoyed looking, he just seemed to be actually annoyed at something in particular instead of everything at once. It was probably their changing room this time. Hiei's eyes softened a little at the down hearted gleam in his friends eyes, and he paused in his task of gelling his hair to stay flat, rather up in its normal single spike. Unfortunately, no matter how much gel he put into his hair, it always reverted back to its natural position. Kurama liked to joke that Hiei had hung upside-down too much when he was a kid. Hiei liked to joke about taking his katana and slicing Kurama into little pieces.
"Finish getting ready, Fox." Hiei said in the gentle voice Kurama was sure Hiei only used with him. "The manager said we go on in about ten minutes."
Kurama nodded and followed his small companion back to their provided 'dressing room'. Really, it was a private bathroom that had a few stiff looking chairs placed in it, apparently for them to sit on. However, neither of them enjoyed the thought of having splinters in their rear, so they had avoided the chairs. It also seemed that the toilet had been flushed for their arrival, and the that mirror had been splashed quickly in an attempt to be cleared of most of its grime. The floor, however, had unusual fuzzy brown patches growing in the corner, so they swallowed their pride and stood on the chairs while changing their clothes.
"This is disgusting," Kurama muttered, carefully changing into his formal, but comfortable white Chinese style tunic and matching pants. He expertly tied a pink sash around his waist and slipped his shoes back on as quickly as he could. He then jumped of his chair, luckily splinter free, and pulled out his hairbrush and began working it through his hair.
"Hn." Hiei muttered, already having his black pants and boots on. He slipped on a pale blue shirt, sleeves ripped off, and made sure his hair was still spiked. Not that it wouldn't be. Also checking to be sure that his bandana was still tightly tied around his forehead.
"Hey," Kurama said suddenly, reaching into his duffle bag. "I saw something earlier that I thought you might like." He pulled out a thin chain necklace that had a beautiful jewel dangling from it. "The jewel reflects in any type of light, and I thought it was something you might like to have."
Hiei took the gift with a thoughtful expression and carefully looked it over. "Hn," he said softly, admitting that he liked it. He slipped it around his neck and finished getting ready.
There was a knock on the door. "You're on boys," the managers booming voice boomed through the door. "And you better be as good as you say you are!" There was a minor threat in his voice.
Kurama rolled his eyes while Hiei lifted an unseen finger to the man behind the door. Oh yes, they were *so* looking forward to this one.
===
The music of the club faded out and the lights dimmed accordingly. A female voice cried out in the silence, "There they are!" And all the other females screamed. Most passed out. Yusuke looked carefully over at his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, Keiko seemed eager to listen to the two singers, *and* eager to ogle their 'oh so great bodies'. However, when he caught a glimpse of first Kurama and then Hiei, he had to admit there was truth in what girls claimed. They were both slim, well built and extremely attractive.
But they looked so sad. Kurama especially.
The two singers took their positions on the make-shift stage, each setting himself down on a three-legged stool and holding onto a microphone. Without any words spoken and with no introduction needed, the light blazed back on, revealing them in full view.
Suddenly, Keiko gasped. "They're looking over here!" She whispered excitedly to Yusuke and Kuwabara. The girl then cast haughty looks around at the other girls before fluffing her hair and smiling prettily at Kurama and Hiei. Without even saying another word, she took off the necklace that Yusuke had given her for her birthday, dropped it on the table and slipped out of the booth. Yusuke watched, dumbfounded as she joined the masses of females surrounding the stage.
Kuwabara didn't even notice, too busy ogling all the girls on the dance floor. The tall carrot-top got up and left for the dance floor as well, leaving Yusuke alone in the booth.
The music suddenly started, soft at first before it picked up. Then, with about a hundred girls swooning at his feet, Kurama lifted his microphone to his mouth and began singing.
"Two strangers passing on the sidewalk. Barely brush each others hands. He says "I'm sorry." She says "don't worry"
And that is how it all began."
Kurama's sweet voice carried impossibly well over the masses of screaming girls. His words sinking slowly into Yusuke's ears, as though that's where they were meant to be.
As though Kurama was singing directly to him.
"A few short days and nights together. And it's like they were meant to be. Lying there with her, He softly whispers
"Just think what we were so recently.""
Kurama's voice stayed steady and strong, even slightly wistful as he sang, still reaching over his fans and into Yusuke's ears. And going from his ears down into a hollow place he had always been aware of deep inside of his heart. The song struck a cord there, bringing forth Yusuke's loneliness full front.
He looked up, and was captured in the green eyes now boring into his eyes. Those eyes, they reflected so much sadness. Then the red-head lowered his head while Hiei picked up the chorus.
"Strangers. Strangers. The worlds greatest lovers, last week they were strangers."
The small dark haired boy sang impossibly well, his voice and eyes betraying his child-like looks to be very mature. Mysterious red eyes that locked onto Yusuke's the moment Kurama had looked away. Then, Hiei too looked away, Kurama picking up the melody and Yusuke's gaze.
"Two strangers passing in the hallway, Barely touch each others heart. Now they're pretending, Two shadows bending. But they're a million miles apart."
Kurama paused for a moment, closing his eyes as though he were one of the people experiencing as much heartbreak as those in his song. Then, he looked right back and Yusuke and continued singing.
"Soon she'll be packing up her suitcase. They'll be dividing all the blame. They know how they started, Now empty hearted. They don't have a clue how they became..."
Somehow, Kurama managed to tell Yusuke to wait after the show was over. He managed to convey through his eyes, his sad, fathomless eyes, to not leave. Something shivered through them, weak as a spiders web blowing in the wind, telling Yusuke that they were kindred souls.
"Strangers. Strangers. The worlds greatest lovers, And now they are strangers. The worlds greatest lovers, Have turned into strangers."
Hiei sang, also telling Yusuke with his eyes to remain where he was. The same spiders thread seemed to connect him to Kurama and Yusuke. The boy in the booth finally was able to see the unspoken, but deeply felt pain the shorter boy was going through.
"Strangers, Strangers."
===
"Do you think he'll wait?" Kurama asked when they were once again in their 'changing room'. He shook his head, the ears at the top of his head twitching slightly before completely disappearing. The white in his hair vanished as well, leaving him with plain, vibrant red locks and two normal human ears. He had already changed into his street clothes, consisting of a pair of jeans and a simple white button down shirt.
"They always stay." Hiei reminded him, slipping on his warm kimono and carefully belting his katana around his waist. "But they're never what you're looking for." He continued, not turning back to Kurama. "They're always fake."
Kurama sighed and picked up his duffle bag. "Let's go collect our credits and find a new hotel room." He murmured, trying to hide how upset he was. "I'm tired."
"You don't want to talk to the boy?" Hiei asked, surprised. His partner bowed his head in thought.
"Perhaps for a moment or so, but then can we go?"
Hiei regarded his friend a little closer. "Of course, let's go get our money."
The club owner was surprisingly willing to give them the required pay for their services. He even asked them to sing for his club again the next night, though Kurama politely refused him. After they had collected their well earned sum of three hundred credits each, they left the office and made their way towards the doors. The young boy they had silently asked to stay was sitting casually on the stage, though his eyes betrayed his fascade of calm.
"Hello," Kurama said softly, setting his duffle bag down by his feet and sitting down next to the boy. "Thank you for staying behind to talk to us."
Hiei nodded his agreement to those thanks.
"I'm Yusuke," the boy told them, keeping his eyes cast on the ground. He slowly lifted his eyes until they settled at Kurama's knees. "Why did you want to meet me?" He seemed anxious, Kurama realized, smiling slightly. He was used to being used by others. He remembered how the girl that had been sitting with Yusuke took off something he had obviously given her and tossed it on the table as though it was nothing. The poor guy.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Kurama asked instead of answering Yusuke's question.
Yusuke nodded hesitantly. "Yes, you are both very talented singers. I... enjoyed listening to you."
The three boys were silent after that. And Hiei, it seemed, had made a decision, because Kurama didn't seem too keen to do so.
"Yusuke," he said, "would you like to spend a bit of time with me and Kurama? You know, play video games, catch a movie, something like that? I noticed your friends didn't seem to eager to spend a lot of time with you."
Kurama snorted. If Yusuke's friends had wanted to be with him, they would still be with him.
Yusuke seemed unsure, but its not like he would have been missed at home. His mother was an alcoholic - currently on one of her drinking sprees. Keiko had officially dumped him for good, just a few minutes before. And Kuwabara had ditched him for chasing the girls he had been dancing with earlier. "Sure," he said finally, coming to his decision.
Its not like anyone would miss him at home, or school - seeing as the school was closed for a teachers convension. Kurama smiled at Yusuke's dicision, his green eyes showing his sincere happiness. Hiei's eyes glimmered as well.
"Strangers," Hiei sang softly under his breath. "Last week we were strangers..."
He wasn't surprised that Kurama had chosen to spend time with Yusuke. The boy was exactly like them in spirit. It would just be a question of how much the boy would accept them. If he would accept them for what they were.
"Strangers..."
===
AN Again, I know I should be working on Tossed and Found, but the bunny just attacked me! Out of nowhere! It was scary! I'm leaving it open to be continued, let me know if you want the rest of the story. It should happen sometime after Tossed and Found is finished. Maybe, if I get enough feed back from this one.
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