MnS: Hello! I was watching my Yuyu Hakusho DVDs, and I was watching the episode called 'Kurama's Stand' (Ep. #38; manga #11) where our favorite fox-boy was forced to use his death plant on himself to beat Touya, and then, he was beaten into a horrible state by Bakken. I had to write Hiei's response to this at night.

KnH: -_-' She loves HieixKurama Yaoi.

Kurama: Megami no Shi doesn't own Yuyu Hakusho, nor any affiliated characters, places, things, or concepts.

Hiei: Hn.

MnS: Uh….Right…^^;; I'll just, start writing then…he he he……::scratches head::

Hiei's thoughts on Kurama……

It was late at night; the kitsune and I were in the room that Kurama had been given to recuperate. I was sitting with him at his bedside. He was drifting in and out of conciousness, and right now he was out of it. The emeralds that shone so well in the light with any emotion that he felt were closed to me, and I couldn't see anything in them; I had no idea what was going on. No control. And I didn't like a second of it. Not knowing, not being able to tell if he was alright…Dammit! Why in the hell do I care?! I shouldn't care about him this much. He's a friend, nothing more. Kurama moved slightly, breaking my thoughts as he whimpered, rolling just so onto his arm so that it caused him pain.

"Kitsune? Don't move that way; you'll only disrupt your arm." I said quietly, helping him move back to the way he had been previously. His forest green eyes caught mine and his bottom lip trembled a little as he managed to say,

"H-Hiei? I-It hurts." his eyes clenched shut to the pain I was sure he felt. I didn't know what to do; I was torn. I had never consoled another creature in any of the three worlds in my 500 years of existence [1]; but I wanted to now. I wanted to take away the fox's pain so badly that it hurt. Doing all that I could think of, I gently grasped his uninjured right hand and said,

"It's alright fox. I'm here." I felt his hand tighten against mine just slightly, and he said,

"I-It's cold, H-Hiei." His lips began to tremble more violently, and I could see a small tinge of blue lining them. Using some of my ki, (if I could have spared more, I would have), I turned what I could into heat energy and fed it to him through his hand, letting him gain some warmth. His now half closed eyes widened and he said,

"No Hiei. You haven't enough ki to spare-"

"Hn. Baka kitsune. I have enough to keep you at a decent temperature. You don't need to catch cold while healing; you need to be in good form for our next fight." was all I said, cutting him off before he tried to make me take the energy I had given him back. He seemed, ready to argue, but then, thought better of it and instead closed his eyes with a slight sigh. Breathing slowed, I assumed he had gone to sleep, and so, went back to my musings, absently stroking a hand through his long red locks. Why did you do it Kurama? You took that fight personally, and used a last ditch effort to get rid of Touya; and I could do nothing. Then Bakken - if Yusuke hadn't killed him, I would have. I don't care if we had to loose this tournament and answer to Tuguro; I would rather you be alright, I thought as I looked at his somehow peaceful face. I have no idea why I'm acting this way; I think I might actually be genuinely worried about him. But only because he needs to be well for the next phase of the tournament, I quickly amended myself, though I knew that I lied terribly. I was the forbidden child of the koorime; I was used to being shunned, people not even wanting to come within three feet of me. I had learned to accept this over the many years that I was alive. Why then were these treacherous emotions surfacing now? I had squelched them long ago; why did this kitsune make them appear now. Looking down at him, I saw that a small smile graced his features. I also realized I had been running my fingers through the red silk that haloed his head. Stopping immediately, I watched the smile vanish from his face. I should probably go; I don't think I should be here. Kurama will be fine; he always is.

Before I turned to leave, as an after thought I took all of the ki that I could spare, which wasn't a lot, and I let it leach into the fox. I had done this thrice already; any energy that I could spare went to the fox so that he could heal faster. I did it hourly when he was asleep and couldn't protest; almost like a medicine. It was all I could do to remedy his pain; my body was trying to make energy that I needed to defend myself in battle, I was fine physically. That energy could and would be spared for the kitsune. As I began to slip my hand out of his, Kurama's grip surprisingly tightened, and I heard him say in a tone just barely above a whisper,

"Please don't go Hiei. Stay here." I was about to tell him no, not to be ridiculous; what was to be gained if I stayed here or went to sleep in a tree outside, as I had the first night we had come here? But then, emeralds caught my dull red eyes, and a pleading gaze came from the fox. Hn. Why could I not refuse him anything?

"Hn. Baka Kitsune. Alright, I'll stay here." I finally said, crouching where I had been for the past four hours. There were for some reason no chairs in here, and rather than go and find one, I opted for sitting on the balls of my feet next to the bed, afraid that if I did manage to drag a chair through that small door, it would most certainly disturb the recuperating kitsune. Unfortunately, Kurama seemed to notice this.

"Hiei, why are you crouching there?"

"Hn. There are no chairs in this room baka. I didn't bring one because it would have woken you." At this he seemed, surprised, if you wanted an understatement. The next question was,

"How long have you been here Hiei?"

"Four hours and thirty-two minutes[2]." His eyes widened just a fraction; I could tell that this exchange was exhausting him. Then, he slid over just about as much as his battered body would allow and said,

"Come up here. I won't let you sit down there for the rest of the night." This time it was me who wanted to protest, but instead, I compiled, again, frighteningly, not able to refuse the fox anything. Kicking off my shoes, I slid onto the bed next to Kurama, and, being very mindful of his inured arm, laid on my back. I was surprised when Kurama slid closer to me, laying on his uninjured right arm; he was still shivering, and I couldn't spend anymore of my ki unless I wanted to fall unconscious. Slowly, thinking of no better way to keep the fox warm, as he already had two comforters and all the spare blankets that there were, I turned to my side and put my right arm around his waist, mindful of his left arm, and shared body heat with him. To my most utter shock, he scooted closer, rather than further away. Of course he did; he's incoherent, just moving towards heat because he's cold, I thought, scolding my self for my thoughts. It just felt as if the kitsune had somehow……accepted me, in that gesture. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I was about to back to musing, but found myself unable to. Drifting to sleep against my will, I made sure that my body would keep giving access ki to the fox before I shut my eyes, sleeping for once, peacefully……

MnS: There, what did you think?

KnH: It was good ^_^

Hiei: I was so OOC it's not funny. I demand that you delete this writing. ::points katana at MnS::
Kurama: Hiei, calm down. ::whispers something to Hiei::

Hiei: ::ears tinge pink……is he blushing!!??::

Kurama: Please R'n'R. This is a one shot, but still, it's nice to get feedback.

Footnotes:

1 - Does anyone know how old Hiei is? I guessed that he was about half as old as Kurama, but I have no idea……^^;;

2 - That's what time it is now. 4:32 in the morning……^^;; So, Hiei's been there for 4 hours and 32 min because I'm too lazy to think of a decent amount of time, though this fic was supposed to be set to have been happening around midnight. ^_^;; Yes, I'm a baka……I know……-_-'