Hey, faithful reviewers, I know, I know, there's a bunch of 'bodyswitching' between Kurama and Hiei out there. However, I plan to make it yaoi at some point, the warning will come later, at the moment, they're friends and no more.
I would really enjoy getting feedback of this, and I really, really hope you readers like this fic, if not, tell me how I can fix this.
"Switch"
Prologue: "The hex"
The chakras' black lining grazed against the other, elevating themselves in mid-air, surrounding the lone, dark figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the dark room in the temple.
The wrinkled hands pressed one against the other, the mature resonance of the figure's voice's chants echoing in a lively hex. The papers having been roused from the floor, began to circle around the figure rapidly.
With a final yell of the Latin language, the chakras broke from their circular trajectory, straightening up horizontally as the black ink tinted on the file stimulated against the thin sheet and disappeared into the night.
Smirk. "You'll appreciate this someday, you ungrateful bastards."
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His slender hands gripped the steering wheel, the long fingers cradling the object softly; calmly veering into the equipped garage. Slipping out of the car, the tall male searched blindly for his keys, walking over to the front door of the dwelling.
The sanguine colored bangs fell to his face as he bowed his head, pulling the keys from his chest pocket; Kurama moved the bangs away and shifted the long braid to his shoulder, finally opening the door.
Closing the door behind him quietly, his deft fingers found the light switch. And as the room was illuminated completely, the kitsune froze. On the far west window, behind the leather couches of his living room, a fire demon leaned into the windowsill, his arms crossed over his chest, and a smirk on his lips; inspecting the newcomer with sauntering, red eyes.
Masquerading the incredulousness, Kurama greeted softly, "Hiei…"
Pushing himself away from said window, the hiyoukai brushed past him arrogantly, his shoulder bumping into Kurama's; side-glancing, Hiei settled on top of the counter, regarding his companion lamely. "Kurama."
Whirling to face the demon on the counter, Kurama inquired. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Getting away from bitchy commanders."
"Sound as if you'd fear her."
"I am no coward, Kurama."
The feral growl emphasized the sentence thoroughly, Kurama smiled amicably, relenting to his heart's swelling at the sight of his friend. His features softening, Kurama gazed pointedly at Hiei. The garnet eyes studying his poise suspiciously.
Hiei hadn't changed at all. The apathetic humor was still very well there, the coldness lingered around him, but the warm blanket covered him. Being truly specific, the shortness still claimed the contact body of the fire demon and the usual snarl was implanted on Hiei's lips.
A grunt pulled the spirit fox from his thoughts.
Jade eyes shined in delight, giving a whip of his face, the braid fell forward to his gentle hands. And Hiei watched him with narrowed eyes as the hands proceeded to disassemble the red hair from its style.
Freeing the mane from the hair tie, Kurama ruffled the strands, motioning them to fall silkily over his broad shoulders. Looking up, Kurama smiled.
"I'm glad to see you as well."
Hiei snorted. "I'm partially disappointed that you're not dead yet."
Coyly, Kurama pushed some red strands from his face, circling the hair around his ear, he slightly grinned. "How endearing of you," Receiving a poignant glare, the redhead chuckled tiredly, "I'll forgive you."
"Hn."
The fox exhaled "Hiei?"
Although, he did not get a response, he felt Hiei's stern gaze. Forcing the hand to descend from his face, where it had been lifted to hold, viridian eyes rose to meet vermillion. "I'm going to shower…will you wait for me?"
"Hn."
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Feeling the water cascaded down his form, Kurama closed his eyes against the warm water. From what he remembered, the last time he had seen Hiei was at the end of the Makai tournament; where the tear gem, that was supposed to be given to Yukina's brother, was thrown to him.
He had neglected to deliver the gem to the koorime, throwing a joke into said rejection of delivery. The joke which Hiei glared, growled, bristled, seethed and even probably choked on his own saliva.
Kurama smiled at the memory, that was four years ago, and neither of the team Urameshi had changed. Yusuke had turned more goofier, Kuwabara had turned more intelligent (66 I.Q. Translation: Progress) Kurama had remained the same, bringing a job at botany in tow, and Hiei had surprisingly grown taller—at least a ¼ of a centimeter.
After the hot shower, Kurama sprinted towards his bedroom, donning some clothes and maintaining a firm grip of the towel tangled in his damped hair. Glancing at the mirror, Kurama disposed the towel and while descending the stairs, his fingers threaded down knots on the wild, damp mane.
His lips turned up in a wide smile, the hiyoukai had waited for him. He was sitting on the windowsill, his knee brought up against his chest, the other dangling feely on the side, his forehead pressed into the glass and his eyes closed.
Crossing the room, Kurama's fingers reached out to trace a path down his best friend's cheek, feeling content with his ally, however, the fox's hand retreated as the crimson eyes flew open non-drowsily.
Partially appalled, Kurama dressed his look with a knowing smile. "How long have you been awake?"
The fire demon smirked, mocking Kurama's friendly caress by sliding his calloused finger over his own cheek, "I was never asleep, fox. You should know better."
"I suppose I should." Came the soft reply.
Hiei had managed to open his mouth to curse out loud, but before any words left his tongue, his nostrils were filled with the lusty scent of incense. The ruby eyes fogged, and Hiei swayed lightly, thrusting a hand into the window notoriously, he noticed Kurama's worried gaze. Hiei rose from the window, his actions being questioned.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," Hiei announce blatantly, his back to the kitsune, "I'll be back."
Kurama nodded dutifully.
Setting his booted foot on the sill, his hands gripping the wood frame, taking impulse; Hiei took this momentum to take off and fled the scene.
With a frown, Kurama looked after the fire demon's retreating back. Moments later, Hiei melded flawlessly into the forest's serene and hollow darkness. Leaving no trace of the hiyoukai.
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