Just so you all know, this has nothing to do with cowboys. Yes this has the title but I just thought it was fitting for the story. This does not parody the movie and there are less people shot (nods) now that that's outta the way please enjoy this fic, brought to you by me, the amazing Rei!! (bows)

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own these people. Well, I own one or two but any of the Yu Yu Hakusho gang in here totally belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi!

Warning!!!!: This is a yaoi. Maybe not the first chapter, maybe not the second…but later…yes, there will be some awesomely smutty scenes to satisfy all kinds of tastes, from soft to Hard. Core. Bondage even plays a role here somewhere!! Sadists will enjoy this muchly (happy grins) enjoy. Ah! I almost forgot! Yaoi is mano-y-mano homo-fucking sex galore (for those of you who've read FAKE, yes I did steal these lines) you have been warned .

Chapter 1: Strangers

Kurama laughed again, a cute, not overdone laugh to keep the customer engaged. He'd been doing this for a long time, so it really was no big deal.

"And then, Kieho-chan, I-" the man who had bought his company prattled on about his 'hilarious' day at work. Kurama giggled again at the appropriate interval provided. Kieho. His assumed name. It was cute, it was easy, it was a lie. All of the above just like him. "So, Kieho...I don't mean to be forward but..." the customer, a middle aged business man with graying hair and an alright build leaned closer to him "I do have a certain contract with your...manager."

"Is that so? Do you mind waiting for a short time so I may confirm that? Company policy I'm afraid." he fluttered his lashes a little and smiled disappointedly.

"Not at all, I quite understand." the man leaned back as Kurama texted his boss. The answering text confirmed that this man had indeed paid for a certain kind of contract. The kind that includes his body for a couple of hours in the price tag. Oh well, it couldn't be helped.

"Well, it seems everything is in order. Before we continue, I must ask you if there is any particular...extra that you might like to purchase."

"Hmmm..." the man smiled.

'Oh joy...' Kurama flinched inwardly at the perverse look spreading over the man features. 'A big spender then.'

"Well, there are a few things I would like you to...perform for me..." (AN: Imagine a fadeout on a cheshire grin and darkness)

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Hiei hunkered down to better use his knees to lift the heavy box of books.

"Thank you so much Hiei, you really are a good boy." his neighbor, Chendai-baasan was moving and had asked for help. She was an older woman, maybe in her mid seventies and while she was not exactly out of shape for her age she was still a bit frail. And the box weighed a fricking ton!!

"Is that the last of it?" he huffed. She nodded.

"Here, just put it in the back and I'm off. I hope you get out of here too, Hiei. Such a good boy, I hate to see you go to waste here." She glared pointedly at the collapsing building.

"I'll keep trying. You have a better life." He said with genuine affection, something practically unheard of in him.

"No, I hope you do. I've lived long enough, it's time for the you." She smiled, kissed his forehead, and drove away. He sighed. Already a long day and it was only noon. He headed back upstairs, his uniform thrown over his mattress, waiting.

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Kurama pulled himself upright, ignoring the pain in his backside. His client snored softly beside him, one arm thrown across the red-heads long legs. Kurama reached for his dress, a long, low-backed green creation that brought his eyes to life. He hated it. Slipping into it, he hastily found his shoes and the door. His boss would collect later. Once outside he breathed deeper, angry at letting himself be used like that again. These sick men who gain perverse pleasure from hurting pretty things. No doubt they ripped the wings off butterfly children. His bruises ached, knowing he'd have to keep doing this till he lost his beauty, or his body gave out. Whichever came first. He looked up into the bright sky as he stepped out of the hotel, taking a deep breath.

"Gods, I'm such an idiot…" he blinked back tears. It was quite late when his client finally led him to a hotel. And the extra things he'd wanted…Kurama shuddered. 'No tears, no fears.' His eyes hardened. He turned, grim faced, to find a bus stop.

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Hiei rushed onto the bus, nearly toppling a lady in his haste.

"Ah…" she flinched, her mouth closed tight as if to erase the involuntary sound.

"I'm sorry! Here, let me…" Hiei tried to find her a seat in the over-crowded vehicle. Impossible.

"It's alright, it was an accident." She spoke softly, her voice deeper than expected.

"I didn't think I hit you very hard…forgive me." Hiei bowed a little.

"There's nothing to forgive." She blushed, looking down at her green shoes. Hiei looked, really looked, at her this time. She was beautiful. A long green evening dress brought out the sharp green eyes that peeked out from under red bangs. Her hair, slightly disheveled, hung low down her back. 'Why's she wearing that outfit in the middle of the day, looking like she just…' his eyes widened and he looked away quickly. 'Shit. I don't need this.' He studied the landmarks outside. They were still a good half hour away from school. He frowned. Maybe the lady would get off first. Maybe.

She didn't. People came and went. Hiei managed to grab two seats as a couple got off, practically dragging her into the seat next to him.

"You look tired." He defended himself against her suspicious look. She just nodded, untrusting. Hiei tried to ignore the pale knee very close to him, peeking out from the slit in her dress. For all his stoic expressions he was still a man. The bus pulling into yet another stop in the seemingly endless journey he stood with a start. 'Close' he sighed as he practically ran to the front 'almost missed it.' He disembarked greatfully, turning into the wind to cool his face.

"Excuse me." A familiar voice said. He turned, saw the woman, and ran like hell. Or he wanted to run, but his feet were glued to the pavement.

"Uh…" he said.

"Thank you." She bowed "Maybe there are nice people after all." Her smile lit something inside him. It also drew his attention to the bruises forming on her face as she grimaced slightly.

"Are you alright?" he'd meant to say your welcome…oh well. Her face lost any hint of an upward curve.

"Yes." She answered. "I'll be just fine." Her voice grew a bit husky, making it sound even deeper.

"Do you need help getting home?" again, words coming out of his mouth that weren't meant to. What in the hell was wrong with him!? At any rate, she stiffened and her eyes grew scary cold. Her face looked like she was about to start a fight...and be the victor.

"I don't mean any offense." He added "You just look like you might need help." She gave a throaty chuckle.

"More than you know." She whispered. She studied him. "My name is…" she paused. "Do you want the truth or a lie?"

He looked a little taken back. "Whichever makes you more comfortable." Came the instinctive reply. She nodded. Little did he know he'd just passed a very important test.

"My name," she breathed deeply "is Kurama."

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Yeh, almost pathetic in it's shortness but you'll find most of my first chapters are. That's what comes from finding the perfect ending to a chapter before you're ready to finish it (sighs) well, tell me what you think, I always like reviews the next chapter will be posted immediately but the ones after that (grins) I may need a review or two to get me inspired. And you people who write evil things in reviews for the hell of it (stares intensly) I. Dare You. To flame me. Everyone else please keep readin' And let me know what you think. Incidentally I do appreciate being told strong and weak points to my stories, I just hate those people who flame just to be assholes. Yeh, you know who you are…