He was like a flower, Kurama thought fondly to himself. He glanced at Hiei, who was sitting on the windowsill at other side of the room, scowling out the window as usual. They held their heads up high, with weak little necks barely able to support theirblossoming heads. They were fragile, and if not given proper care, they could wither away entirely.
Roses, he thought, were a prime example of this. They were beautiful, but they grew thorns to protect their fragile bodies and to prick people that did not know any better.
"What are you looking at, fox?" An irritated voice broke his train of thought, and Kurama found himself smiling slightly. The thorns.
"I was thinking about you," The fox said in response, eyes glittering in amusement. Hiei flushed, then returned his gaze to the window. Kurama slowly crossed the floor of their shared hotel room, wrapping his arms around the little demon and resting his head on his shoulder.
Truly, the saddest thing about flowers was that they never quite realized just how beautiful they were.