Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
Written at (literally) 1:00 in the morning.
Am thinking of making this a chapter fic . . . but don't know when I'll have another late-night writing session to update.
So please forgive me, minna-san . . . gomen . . .
Starts out in Hiei's POV . . . then shifts to Kurama ^-^;;
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Then I sensed him. My heart was racing as I woke, feeling his eyes upon me. Slowly I opened my own and looked down to the bottom of the tree, spotting only a patch of red through the mist and rain of the early morning. A moment later he looked up, emerald eyes locking with mine. After a few moments a small smile crept its way onto the kitsune's face.
~You're welcome to come visit tonight, Hiei. It's supposed to rain all day.~ He offered lightly through telepathy. I 'hn'ed in response, but he just shook his head with a good-natured chuckle and left.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I found my way to his house later that day, in the afternoon I supposed . . . both by memory and the distinctive youki he possessed. It was dark, silvery in it's steel-like cruelty . . . but also warm and laced with green and red. I shivered involuntarily, but not from the chill of the storm. I flitted up to the tree and peeked in the window . . . he wasn't there. Swallowing my disappointment, I gave the window a half-hearted push. To my surprise, it swung slowly inward. An almost-smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Baka kitsune. Only you would leave your window open when there's a storm raging outside. Though inwardly I was grateful . . . I wouldn't have to get any more soaked than I already was . . . noiselessly I slipped into the room, hesitating before closing the window and latching it.
I wandered into the bathroom, searching for the towels he always seemed to produce whenever I stayed. After exploring the many drawers, I finally found what I was searching for. I 'hn'ed, managing to work the 'shower' as he called it. The water was sickeningly cold, chilling me further. I was too tired to use my own youki to warm myself . . . I hated the rain. I fumbled with the knobs, resulting in the comfortable searing warmth enveloping me. I closed my eyes momentarily, loving the untamed heat rushing over my skin, the almost-boiling water too hot for any ningen to withstand.
Eventually I finished, stepping out of the shower. I had no qualms about invading the kitsune's room. He was my friend, after all, and as such had once said I was welcome to come by anytime; to rest or just to talk. I smirked at the memory. Baka kitsune . . .
*~*~*~*~*
It had been a rainy, misty night in the fall, and one of my first visits to the kitsune's ningen home.
"Hello Hiei."
"Hn." I had acknowledged. He chuckled, putting down his book, then turning off the light at his desk. He stretched, then gazed at me amusedly from the corner of his eye, making a point of letting me see only one emerald orb.
"So what brings you here tonight?" He finally asked, closing his eyes as he stood and walking to the closet to find his night clothes. I folded my arms, looking out the window as he dressed, granting my fighting partner some privacy.
"Hn. It's wet outside. I had nothing better to do." He chuckled, and my crimson eyes flickered over to him, quickly looking down as I realized he was not quite finished buttoning his shirt, but still catching a fleeting glimpse of the smooth skin beneath. I felt something warm come up from my lower stomach, and I turned back toward the window.
"Hiei?" He questioned, his tone puzzled. I 'hn'ed again.
"I'll be back, fox. I just need to . . . check on Yukina." I realized a moment later my excuse was faulty . . . I had gotten the Jagan so I could regularly 'check' on her, after all . . . but the redhead overlooked it, allowing me to leave without further question.
"Very well then." He said in a light tone . . . hn . . . a FAKELY light tone, that is. I inwardly shrugged the thought off, thinking nothing of it. I continued walking over to the window, and had just opened it, when his voice stopped me.
"You know you can come visit me, Hiei . . . if you just need someone to talk to . . . or rest when it's raining . . . you're always welcome here, day or night . . . regardless of the weather." I 'hn'ed at him again, but turned back to briefly meet his emerald eyes with my own crimson ones.
"Whatever, kitsune." I had said before blurring away.
*~*~*~*~*
I smirked again at the memory, then proceeded to dry myself off. As the sun set and the clouds obscured it, it was unusually dark for the early afternoon, so the fox's room was dimly lit by the fading light as I returned to it. I glanced at the bed for a moment, then walked over to the door and locked it. I stood at the end of the bed, falling into the soft mattress. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the sheets so filled with Kurama's scent and . . . his youki was everywhere. That alone simply showed how much time he had spent in here over the years.
I inhaled deeply, finding my way under the covers, my thoughts wandering until I realized that I . . . was drifting . . . my mind protested weakly to falling asleep in Kurama's bed, but my body wouldn't listen. My fatigue engulfed me completely, and I was soon lost to the world . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I ran through the rain, holding my schoolbag over my head . . . I was trying to escape from both from the constant raindrops and the cluster of teen girls chasing me. I managed to loose them, and brushed my windswept red hair out of my eyes with a sigh. Then I started running again, as the rain fell harder.
I entered my house, calling out to see if kasaan was home . . . when I received no answer, I checked the kitchen table. I found a small, cheery note saying she was going to be busy tonight, and that I could fix my own dinner . . . I smiled slightly at the last sentence, where Shiori stated that simple ningen phrase . . . I love you, Shuichi . . . . . .
I love you, too . . . mother . . .
I carried my books upstairs, their weight tugging my arms downward. I put a hand to slide my door open, only to find that it was locked. Curious . . . and sighing . . . I set my books down and pulled out my metal lock- pick. It was one of the few items I had recovered from my den in the Makai . . . when no one was looking, of course. I smiled ruefully at the thought that no one believed the wonderful, beautiful, reformed KURAMA would open an illegal portal into the demon world only to check on his plundered goods. I chuckled as the trusty tool caused the door to 'click' . . . and so pushed it open. I was about to pick up my books again and walk inside . . . but suddenly noticed something was different. I cautiously straightened, leaving my books abandoned on the floor of the hallway. Eyes scanning the room, they landed on a lump in the bed.
I stifled a laugh as I recognized the unconscious form.
Well, now.
This was different.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok, well, reviews would be nice *shrugs* but only if you feel like it . . .
Kita out
PS
Now I can go sleep, lol (it's only 2:00 in the morning, after all -.-;;)
^-^;;
Ja ne, minna-san!
Written at (literally) 1:00 in the morning.
Am thinking of making this a chapter fic . . . but don't know when I'll have another late-night writing session to update.
So please forgive me, minna-san . . . gomen . . .
Starts out in Hiei's POV . . . then shifts to Kurama ^-^;;
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Then I sensed him. My heart was racing as I woke, feeling his eyes upon me. Slowly I opened my own and looked down to the bottom of the tree, spotting only a patch of red through the mist and rain of the early morning. A moment later he looked up, emerald eyes locking with mine. After a few moments a small smile crept its way onto the kitsune's face.
~You're welcome to come visit tonight, Hiei. It's supposed to rain all day.~ He offered lightly through telepathy. I 'hn'ed in response, but he just shook his head with a good-natured chuckle and left.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I found my way to his house later that day, in the afternoon I supposed . . . both by memory and the distinctive youki he possessed. It was dark, silvery in it's steel-like cruelty . . . but also warm and laced with green and red. I shivered involuntarily, but not from the chill of the storm. I flitted up to the tree and peeked in the window . . . he wasn't there. Swallowing my disappointment, I gave the window a half-hearted push. To my surprise, it swung slowly inward. An almost-smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Baka kitsune. Only you would leave your window open when there's a storm raging outside. Though inwardly I was grateful . . . I wouldn't have to get any more soaked than I already was . . . noiselessly I slipped into the room, hesitating before closing the window and latching it.
I wandered into the bathroom, searching for the towels he always seemed to produce whenever I stayed. After exploring the many drawers, I finally found what I was searching for. I 'hn'ed, managing to work the 'shower' as he called it. The water was sickeningly cold, chilling me further. I was too tired to use my own youki to warm myself . . . I hated the rain. I fumbled with the knobs, resulting in the comfortable searing warmth enveloping me. I closed my eyes momentarily, loving the untamed heat rushing over my skin, the almost-boiling water too hot for any ningen to withstand.
Eventually I finished, stepping out of the shower. I had no qualms about invading the kitsune's room. He was my friend, after all, and as such had once said I was welcome to come by anytime; to rest or just to talk. I smirked at the memory. Baka kitsune . . .
*~*~*~*~*
It had been a rainy, misty night in the fall, and one of my first visits to the kitsune's ningen home.
"Hello Hiei."
"Hn." I had acknowledged. He chuckled, putting down his book, then turning off the light at his desk. He stretched, then gazed at me amusedly from the corner of his eye, making a point of letting me see only one emerald orb.
"So what brings you here tonight?" He finally asked, closing his eyes as he stood and walking to the closet to find his night clothes. I folded my arms, looking out the window as he dressed, granting my fighting partner some privacy.
"Hn. It's wet outside. I had nothing better to do." He chuckled, and my crimson eyes flickered over to him, quickly looking down as I realized he was not quite finished buttoning his shirt, but still catching a fleeting glimpse of the smooth skin beneath. I felt something warm come up from my lower stomach, and I turned back toward the window.
"Hiei?" He questioned, his tone puzzled. I 'hn'ed again.
"I'll be back, fox. I just need to . . . check on Yukina." I realized a moment later my excuse was faulty . . . I had gotten the Jagan so I could regularly 'check' on her, after all . . . but the redhead overlooked it, allowing me to leave without further question.
"Very well then." He said in a light tone . . . hn . . . a FAKELY light tone, that is. I inwardly shrugged the thought off, thinking nothing of it. I continued walking over to the window, and had just opened it, when his voice stopped me.
"You know you can come visit me, Hiei . . . if you just need someone to talk to . . . or rest when it's raining . . . you're always welcome here, day or night . . . regardless of the weather." I 'hn'ed at him again, but turned back to briefly meet his emerald eyes with my own crimson ones.
"Whatever, kitsune." I had said before blurring away.
*~*~*~*~*
I smirked again at the memory, then proceeded to dry myself off. As the sun set and the clouds obscured it, it was unusually dark for the early afternoon, so the fox's room was dimly lit by the fading light as I returned to it. I glanced at the bed for a moment, then walked over to the door and locked it. I stood at the end of the bed, falling into the soft mattress. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the sheets so filled with Kurama's scent and . . . his youki was everywhere. That alone simply showed how much time he had spent in here over the years.
I inhaled deeply, finding my way under the covers, my thoughts wandering until I realized that I . . . was drifting . . . my mind protested weakly to falling asleep in Kurama's bed, but my body wouldn't listen. My fatigue engulfed me completely, and I was soon lost to the world . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I ran through the rain, holding my schoolbag over my head . . . I was trying to escape from both from the constant raindrops and the cluster of teen girls chasing me. I managed to loose them, and brushed my windswept red hair out of my eyes with a sigh. Then I started running again, as the rain fell harder.
I entered my house, calling out to see if kasaan was home . . . when I received no answer, I checked the kitchen table. I found a small, cheery note saying she was going to be busy tonight, and that I could fix my own dinner . . . I smiled slightly at the last sentence, where Shiori stated that simple ningen phrase . . . I love you, Shuichi . . . . . .
I love you, too . . . mother . . .
I carried my books upstairs, their weight tugging my arms downward. I put a hand to slide my door open, only to find that it was locked. Curious . . . and sighing . . . I set my books down and pulled out my metal lock- pick. It was one of the few items I had recovered from my den in the Makai . . . when no one was looking, of course. I smiled ruefully at the thought that no one believed the wonderful, beautiful, reformed KURAMA would open an illegal portal into the demon world only to check on his plundered goods. I chuckled as the trusty tool caused the door to 'click' . . . and so pushed it open. I was about to pick up my books again and walk inside . . . but suddenly noticed something was different. I cautiously straightened, leaving my books abandoned on the floor of the hallway. Eyes scanning the room, they landed on a lump in the bed.
I stifled a laugh as I recognized the unconscious form.
Well, now.
This was different.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok, well, reviews would be nice *shrugs* but only if you feel like it . . .
Kita out
PS
Now I can go sleep, lol (it's only 2:00 in the morning, after all -.-;;)
^-^;;
Ja ne, minna-san!
