Disclaimer: I don't own these kawaii boys, although I wish I did ^_^mmm,
Hiei.... hehehe. Anyway, any characters of YYH were created by someone
else, I'm just playin' with em!
Warnings: AU, so don't try to fit it in the series anywhere, cuz it just won't go... There's a little yaoi, but who doesn't wanna see the gorgeous redhead hook up with kawaii little Hiei? (^_^)V Enjoy!
Author's Note: Yes, I apologize in advance, I've only seen a bit of YYH (the movie) so if some things are a little off, email me and I'll get em fixed! They are supposed to be a bit OOC, though... enjoy!
Misconceptions
Delicate nostrils flared, tail twitching, the sleek silver fox strained to pick up the elusive little one's scent. Gods, it was so hard to catch the telltale odor of one who traveled airborne from one treetop to the next. The wind was unbelievably deft at sweeping away even the slightest wisp of a scent, especially from one so close to the ground as a fox.
The only smell the half-youko could trace at this late, windy hour was the mouth-watering aroma of grilling fish half a block upwind. This was extremely annoying as not only did the heady fish cover the little demon's scent completely, butit also made the fox salivate, which totally discouraged the effects of his nose.
Kurama resignedly slunk off to a corner in an alley where he could transform unseen. He stared musingly at the little park across the street as he changed in the deepshadow. There was just no finding Hiei when he did not want to be found. Here Kurama had been, all ready to square up with the alluring fire demon and confess his feelings for him before it was too late, and of course the object of his affections would have to pick this night to go off gallivanting about the city.
"Hn," Kurama sighed, then covered his mouth in surprise at the realization that he'd used Hiei's trademark phrase without intending to. 'The little guy sure rubs off on you', he thought fondly, emerging onto the dark, deserted sidewalk.
Scanning the treetops out of pure habit, the human form of Kurama (known as Minamino Suuichi) made his way back to his lonely apartment. To his surprise, all was not as he'd left it. The door was open, and rock music drifted to his sharp ears from somewhere within the building.
Minamino trotted warily up the steps and entered his apartment to find... Yuusuke reading his paper at his kitchen table?!
Minamino/Kurama stood frozen in confusion in the doorway for a few moments before finding his voice.
"Ah... Yuusuke?" When the other fighter looked up from the paper he continued, "Is there some particular reason why you're sitting in my apartment at this time of the night, reading my newspaper? I'll also hasten to mention that the door was locked when I left."
Yuusuke shrugged. "That insistent breeze out there stole the sports section out of my paper and tossed it to the wind before I had a chance to read it. Hope you don't mind me borrowing yours... there was a big game yesterday that I had a wager on..."
Kurama barely restrained himself from facevaulting. He had been expecting some dire emergency to have his investigation colleague appear in his apartment at this hour. He replied, "Uhh, no... I guess it's okay... but why don't you just take the paper with you back to your place? I've already read it."
Yuusuke looked around the room for a brief moment, his eyes fixing on some point just out of Kurama's range. He nodded once, bad hairdo bobbing with the motion,and replied, "Hey, thanks, that'd be great!"
Kurama nodded, then watched Yuusuke prepare busily to leave, a confused expression on his delicate face. Yuusuke gave him a goofy grin and a "Thanks!" before trotting out through the door, whole newspaper under one arm and a cup of coffee, a pair of slippers, and a sweater balanced on the other.
After waving good-bye to his odd late-night visitor, Kurama sat back at the table where Yuusuke had been and tried to envision where the puzzling guy had been staring before he left. There was only a small area in that range, and it consisted of a tall picture window, some wall, and his bedroom door. Further puzzled, the youko-human stood and approached the area warily. He didn't distrust Yuusuke, but this was too weird.
The window was open a touch, and a breeze fanned briefly across Kurama's face, bringing several familiar scents to his sensitive nose; roses, sweet cut grass, and... Hiei? Kurama strained his nostrils for another wisp of the elusive scent, but it was gone. The redhead shook his head. He'd been so consumed with thoughts of the alluring little fighter lately that he was beginning to imagine things. He'd had Hiei on the brain lately. Not necessarily a bad thing, but...
Kurama shook his head once more and resumed his scan. The window was nothing unusual and held no threat, same with the wall. They hid nothing. His room, however...
The door was almost all the way closed and the light within was off, leaving a suspicious void. Pricking his ears for any noise from within, Kurama stalked the last few feet to the door and gave the smooth wood a gentle push.
That barrier gone, Hiei's almost-concealed youki his him with the force of a blow to the face. Kurama's eyes shot open and scanned the room, lit as it was only by a sliver of silver moonlight through the curtains and the silhouette of light from the door. There was no visible sign of the small intruder, dressed as he likely was in black clothes and cape.
"Hiei...?" Kurama whispered, continuing to scan the room.
A rustle to one side caught his attention, and he turned in time to see a small, spiky-haired silhouette flitting out the window.
"Matte!" he called out, but the small figure had vanished. "Augh..." Kurama sighed in frustration, flopping down on his bed and running a heavy hand through his hair. Questions buffeted his confused mind like a raging ocean storm.
'Why was Hiei here? And what did he want? Was it really Hiei? It must have been. But why was Yuusuke here too? Was it just for the paper, or did he plan to be here with Hiei? No, he couldn't have...' he thought. The whirling train of thought was so consuming that he didn't realize another figure had entered the room...
Warnings: AU, so don't try to fit it in the series anywhere, cuz it just won't go... There's a little yaoi, but who doesn't wanna see the gorgeous redhead hook up with kawaii little Hiei? (^_^)V Enjoy!
Author's Note: Yes, I apologize in advance, I've only seen a bit of YYH (the movie) so if some things are a little off, email me and I'll get em fixed! They are supposed to be a bit OOC, though... enjoy!
Misconceptions
Delicate nostrils flared, tail twitching, the sleek silver fox strained to pick up the elusive little one's scent. Gods, it was so hard to catch the telltale odor of one who traveled airborne from one treetop to the next. The wind was unbelievably deft at sweeping away even the slightest wisp of a scent, especially from one so close to the ground as a fox.
The only smell the half-youko could trace at this late, windy hour was the mouth-watering aroma of grilling fish half a block upwind. This was extremely annoying as not only did the heady fish cover the little demon's scent completely, butit also made the fox salivate, which totally discouraged the effects of his nose.
Kurama resignedly slunk off to a corner in an alley where he could transform unseen. He stared musingly at the little park across the street as he changed in the deepshadow. There was just no finding Hiei when he did not want to be found. Here Kurama had been, all ready to square up with the alluring fire demon and confess his feelings for him before it was too late, and of course the object of his affections would have to pick this night to go off gallivanting about the city.
"Hn," Kurama sighed, then covered his mouth in surprise at the realization that he'd used Hiei's trademark phrase without intending to. 'The little guy sure rubs off on you', he thought fondly, emerging onto the dark, deserted sidewalk.
Scanning the treetops out of pure habit, the human form of Kurama (known as Minamino Suuichi) made his way back to his lonely apartment. To his surprise, all was not as he'd left it. The door was open, and rock music drifted to his sharp ears from somewhere within the building.
Minamino trotted warily up the steps and entered his apartment to find... Yuusuke reading his paper at his kitchen table?!
Minamino/Kurama stood frozen in confusion in the doorway for a few moments before finding his voice.
"Ah... Yuusuke?" When the other fighter looked up from the paper he continued, "Is there some particular reason why you're sitting in my apartment at this time of the night, reading my newspaper? I'll also hasten to mention that the door was locked when I left."
Yuusuke shrugged. "That insistent breeze out there stole the sports section out of my paper and tossed it to the wind before I had a chance to read it. Hope you don't mind me borrowing yours... there was a big game yesterday that I had a wager on..."
Kurama barely restrained himself from facevaulting. He had been expecting some dire emergency to have his investigation colleague appear in his apartment at this hour. He replied, "Uhh, no... I guess it's okay... but why don't you just take the paper with you back to your place? I've already read it."
Yuusuke looked around the room for a brief moment, his eyes fixing on some point just out of Kurama's range. He nodded once, bad hairdo bobbing with the motion,and replied, "Hey, thanks, that'd be great!"
Kurama nodded, then watched Yuusuke prepare busily to leave, a confused expression on his delicate face. Yuusuke gave him a goofy grin and a "Thanks!" before trotting out through the door, whole newspaper under one arm and a cup of coffee, a pair of slippers, and a sweater balanced on the other.
After waving good-bye to his odd late-night visitor, Kurama sat back at the table where Yuusuke had been and tried to envision where the puzzling guy had been staring before he left. There was only a small area in that range, and it consisted of a tall picture window, some wall, and his bedroom door. Further puzzled, the youko-human stood and approached the area warily. He didn't distrust Yuusuke, but this was too weird.
The window was open a touch, and a breeze fanned briefly across Kurama's face, bringing several familiar scents to his sensitive nose; roses, sweet cut grass, and... Hiei? Kurama strained his nostrils for another wisp of the elusive scent, but it was gone. The redhead shook his head. He'd been so consumed with thoughts of the alluring little fighter lately that he was beginning to imagine things. He'd had Hiei on the brain lately. Not necessarily a bad thing, but...
Kurama shook his head once more and resumed his scan. The window was nothing unusual and held no threat, same with the wall. They hid nothing. His room, however...
The door was almost all the way closed and the light within was off, leaving a suspicious void. Pricking his ears for any noise from within, Kurama stalked the last few feet to the door and gave the smooth wood a gentle push.
That barrier gone, Hiei's almost-concealed youki his him with the force of a blow to the face. Kurama's eyes shot open and scanned the room, lit as it was only by a sliver of silver moonlight through the curtains and the silhouette of light from the door. There was no visible sign of the small intruder, dressed as he likely was in black clothes and cape.
"Hiei...?" Kurama whispered, continuing to scan the room.
A rustle to one side caught his attention, and he turned in time to see a small, spiky-haired silhouette flitting out the window.
"Matte!" he called out, but the small figure had vanished. "Augh..." Kurama sighed in frustration, flopping down on his bed and running a heavy hand through his hair. Questions buffeted his confused mind like a raging ocean storm.
'Why was Hiei here? And what did he want? Was it really Hiei? It must have been. But why was Yuusuke here too? Was it just for the paper, or did he plan to be here with Hiei? No, he couldn't have...' he thought. The whirling train of thought was so consuming that he didn't realize another figure had entered the room...