Hello. And welcome to the world of blackstar… where the roots of despair and misery usually embark. Err… Just kidding.

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Disclamers: Sadly, not me.

Embracing The Ice Knife

Dreams Astir

Kurama glanced down from the darkened, star filled sky, to the cold, parched, cement. He sighed as his tired body headed for the direction of his home. The wind blew making a few crimson strands of hair fall gently to his face. He reached out as his hand came out of his pocket to place the locks behind his ear. His hand resumed its position in his pocket. He thought about the just recent finished mission he did, well *they* had done to be more precise. Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei and himself had been summoned by Koenma a few hours ago. There had been a few low level demons that somehow managed to find a breach in a portal to ningenkai, and thus started causing havoc. Their job was of course, to eradicate them.

He was not tired at the actual physical labor needed in destroying the demons. But about everything that was on his mind. School had been brutal with examinations coming up. Not that he couldn't manage, but it still was a strenuous ordeal. Then his step brother was starting to show faint symptoms of some illness. And there was also the fact that he could not sleep.

Kurama looked up to already find the front steps of his house, he walked up to his door and he reached towards the door knob. He turned it slowly in order not to wake up anyone. But to his dismay his mother was sitting in the living room reading a book.

"Hello mother." He said quietly as he entered the living room.

"Suuichi! Where have you been, you've had me worried sick!" Shiori stood up to hug her son. Kurama smiled at the gesture.

"I have been with some friends, they needed help with some school assignments and I agreed I would help them." He hated lying to her but he could not say that he had gone demon hunting could he?

"That's fine but please tell me when you leave. You wouldn't want your mother to die out of worry now would you?" Kurama inwardly winced at this. That was something he hoped never would have to happen. "Now hurry to bed you don't want to be tired for school tomorrow." She continued.

He nodded and smiled again. He went towards the stairs and slowly lifted foot after foot ascending the staircase. Then he came to his room, once he opened the door he closed it again after him. He pulled off his clothes quickly and came to his drawer and pulled out his pajamas, and in the same pace put the pajamas on. He looked at the window and wondered if he should open it for Hiei's sake. He went over to the window and opened it. The cold air met his warm face and made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

'Oh, what am I thinking of, Hiei will surely go back to the makai, Mukuro will probably have some task for him to do.' He then reached out to the window again and was about to close it when a hand appeared out of no where and stopped Kurama from closing the window. A pair of blood red eyes stared out of the undying darkness

"I thought you would of headed for Mukuro's." Kurama said as he slightly tilted his head.

"Well obviously I did not." Said Hiei passively. The red head went over to the closet and looked for a blanket. He found one and showed Hiei the mantle. The youkai shook his head. Kurama shrugged and put the blanket back. He looked at Hiei again.

"Do you want something to eat?" He asked him. Hiei shook his head once again. The fire demon went over to the window and took his place there. With a "Good Night" Kurama went to his own bed and laid on it, he pulled the covers over himself and faced the wall opposite of where Hiei was sitting. Hiei's eyes wandered over to the kitsune.

Kurama felt Hiei's intense eyes piercing his back. He couldn't help it but he shivered. Hiei saw the action done by Kurama and had known enough about ningens to know that it usually meant that they where cold. His glance altered from Kurama to the window which was still open. He then reached out towards the window and closed it. Kurama heard the THUD of the window, and shifted in his bed to face Hiei. He smiled as he thought of Hiei's considerate action towards him. Hiei hardly showed any compassion, but when he did Kurama kept the memory somewhere safe in his heart. Hiei saw Kurama smile and scowled.

"What are you smiling at fox?" He asked impatiently.

"I never knew you cared." Kurama grinned teasingly.

"Baka, I just don't want an ally dead during battle because of something as pathetic as an illness." Hiei crossed his arms and continued scowling.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say Hiei." Kurama said again teasingly.

Hiei just replied with an infamous 'hn' and looked away. Kurama smiled again and looked as Hiei was slowly falling asleep. Some time passed before he heard Hiei's soft snores. The youko studied Hiei's features, he was quite the opposite when he was asleep. His usual scowl was replaced by a passive and peaceful face. And the most abrupt change must have been the absence of the cold violent eyes which usually sent shivers down his spine, without his crimson eyes being revealed, he looked like an pure and innocent child. Kurama laughed inwardly as he though of what Hiei's reaction would be if he revealed his speculation.

Kurama yawned and closed his eyes as sleep claimed him… Then his dreams stirred.