Title:Triangle of Emotions

(Meaning of "Triangle of Emotions"): Love to Abuse, Abuse to Fear, Fear to Love

Summery: Hiei used to live a happy life. Everyone in his family loved each other, but something changed, and now he's constantly abused. He lies to everyone about the bruises until his one teacher says that his classmate Kurama, who has a secret crush on him, is going to help him with an essay for another class and they go to his house to work on it. Then Kurama finds out how his life is at home, but he has promises not to tell anyone about what he sees at his house. Will Kurama tell Hiei his feelings for him? Will Kurama crack and tell some one about Hiei's abusive parents? Will they become close (closer) friends or will some thing break them apart? Read and find out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, although that would be cool if I did, I don't. The only thing I would own is this fanfiction if that counts and maybe a character or two if I decide to throw then in…

Warning: Language, violence, possible yaoi later on. (If there is yaoi later, I'll warn you if and when it's in that chapter HieixKurama)

Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction, so it might be a little weird? I guess it the word I'm looking for… so if you review, tell me what you think but try and be kind about it please.

Chapter 1: Abuse and Hate

Hiei walked into class late, as he normally does. His hair was a mess, his cloths were covered in dirt and mud and he had bruises all over his arms and face and only god knows where else. He tried to get to his seat before the teacher noticed him, but that didn't happen, she saw him.

"Hiei could please come up here?" She asked turning around from the board to the class.

"Um, yes Ms. Kurasaki?" He said as he slowly walked to the front of the class room.

Ms. Kurasaki whispered to Hiei, although we all heard what she said, "You're late again. What's going on? Is there something going on at home, and what's with these bruises? There getting worse every day."

Hiei gave her a nasty glare, "why would there be something wrong at home, and even if there was, why would I tell you?" He turned around, "and I keep falling, that's all." As he walked to his seat, his eyes turned from annoyance to sadness.

As class dragged on for another hour or so, I sat in my seat writing everything the teacher was writing. Every once in a while I'd glance at Hiei, only to see him either sleeping or staring out the window. There was also a rare occasion that I'd see him writing or drawing or something like that.

After class, it was lunchtime. Before I headed down to the cafeteria I walked over to Hiei, who was still staring out the window. "Um, Hello Hiei, how are you today?""Hn," was the same response I always got when I tried to make a conversation with him.

"Do you need help with the essay we have to do in English class?"

No reply.

"I'd be willing to help you with it; the teacher even agrees it would be good…" I said with a bit of a forced smile.

He looked up at me and glared, "Your name's Kurama right? Well I don't need your stupid help, I don't need anyone's help, just leave me alone!" He said as he rested his head on his already crossed arms on his desk.

I sighed and walked to the front of the class room to leave. Just as I was exiting the room the teacher called me back and asked, "What was that about back there with Hiei?"

"It was nothing, I was just offering to help him with his essay for English class, and he refused as you probably guessed."

"Wait, that's a great idea!" She exclaimed. "Hiei, come up here please?"

Hiei twitched and sighed as he got up and walked to the teacher and me, "Yes?"

"Hiei, I want you to let Kurama to help you with your essay, and I'll tell your English teacher that you'll turn it is as soon as possible, got it?" said Ms. Kurasaki in a stern voice.

Hiei lowered his head and cursed under his breath as he nodded but only I heard him.

"Good, now you two go eat lunch and I'll see you tomorrow in class," she said as she turned away and picked up her lunch and left the room.

"So…when would be a good time for me to help you, should we go to your house? My parents won't be home till late tonight and they don't like it when I have friends over when their not home…is that ok?" I asked as he stared at his feet. I saw his eyes flash what seemed to be fear when I mentioned me going to his place.

"Um… I guess you could come to my place, my parents shouldn't be home till about midnight, but," he paused and looked up at me with a cold glare, "what ever you see there, if you mention it to anyone, ANYONE at all, I won't talk to you and you will never see me again… EVER!"

"Oh, um ok… Then I guess we'll meet outside at the front gates…" I said kind of startled at what he said.

"Yea, whatever. I'll meet you there..."

After school I waited for him at the gate. As I waited I watched many people walk passed. When he finally showed up, everyone had left the school.

As he walked up to me he stared at his feel then glanced up at me with a slightly fearful look in his eyes, "well, follow me I guess…" He then started walking away and I followed him silently.

As we walked down the sidewalk and neared his house, he looked more and more fearful. After walking about a mile or two we approached his house. We walked up to his house and he hesitated a moment before he opened the door, "I'm home, anyone here?" He waited for an answer that he didn't receive. He then sighed and looked a really relieved. He then told me to come in and when I did, I saw that the living room that you walk into from the front door had a couch that had a few of its pillows thrown around the room, a coffee table with paper and mail scattered all around and on it, the pictures on the walls were crocked and a few of them were on the floor with the class shattered and there were multiple holes in the walls, some big and others small. Then we walked into the kitchen and he offered me a drink or snack but I kindly declined. Then he opened a door that looked like it led to a closet but was actually a stare case. He opened it and gestured for me to enter, so I did and then he walked in and locked the door behind him, I didn't ask why because I didn't think it would be appropriate. We walked up the narrow stare case to his room which appeared to be the attic. It was actually kind of cool because it was really big and he had a lot of room with more stuff in it then a normal teenager's room. He had a bed, which was a mess, one desk with a TV, that had a one of those DVD/VHS players combined on a shelf below the TV, another desk with a computer and a phone, a dresser, a tall book shelf that was filled completely with books, a CD holder next to it also filled completely with CDs, he had a radio next to his bed on the night stand along with two pictures.

I went to look at the pictures to see that one was of Hiei and his family when he was younger; Hiei was smiling happily between his parents who were holding him and also smiling happily. The second picture kind of startled me, it was of his mother and father hitting each other and hitting him, so I decided to ask Hiei about it, "Hiei, why are you and your parents so happy in this picture then hitting each other in this one?"

Hiei turned around as fast a lightning and grabbed both of the pictures I was looking at and he yelled, "It's none of your business, are you here to help me with the essay or are you hear to ask questions about my life and my family?"

"Oh, um, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to pry into your life, I... I guess it was kind of rude of me…" I said as I looked down at the ground.

"Um, I…uh…Well… Let's get working on that essay…" he said stuttering as he turn to his computer and turned it on.

We sat there and worked on his essay, which had to be about three to five paragraphs long, for about four to five hours, he is really hard to work with when it comes to this essay. All of a sudden the front door opened and slammed shut. Hiei tensed up as he stopped typing and listened to the foot steps. A minute later there was banging on his bedroom door, and then a voice, a woman's voice, I guessed it was his mother; she called for him in a way that shocked me, "HIEI! Get down here NOW and open this door!"

Hiei then yelled back, "GO AWAY! I have company and he's helping me with my homework!"

"Fine, but he can't stay for dinner, we don't have anything to feed an extra mouth," she said with an attitude.

"No, it's NOT fine, get your ass down here right this second; I have a bone to pick with you!" Said the male voice, I'm guessing his father.

Hiei now sits there trembling. He slowly got up and walked to the stares, "stay here… I… I'll be… Right back…" He said stuttering and trembling. I nodded not knowing what else to do.

He slowly walked down the steps, opened the door, and then next thing I hear is yelling and things being thrown around and breaking. Then I hear the front door open and close again, I look out the window to see his father walking to the car and waiting, I'd say for his wife, then I hear her saying to Hiei, "You really should try not to anger him so much, then maybe this wouldn't happen.."

"COME ON WOMEN, LET'S GO!!" said the man in the car. Then the door opened and closed once more and his parents drove away.

I waited for five minutes for him to return but he didn't so I went down stares to find him. I get to the bottom of the stares and called him, "Hiei?" I didn't get a reply so I turned to the living room where I see him, sitting against the wall on the floor, blood dripping down his face from right above his left eye and new bruises on his left arm where I'd say his father grabbed him. I ran over to him to him to make sure he was ok and see if I could help. I put my hand on his shoulder and he flinched, I then pulled back my hand and moved the hair that was in his face covering his eyes only to see a glassy look in his eyes. I quickly got up, ran to the kitchen and got a wet paper towel and ran back to Hiei and tried to clean off the cut on his forehead, "Let's get you to a hospital and get this cut checked out…" I said concerned. He then pushed me backwards and I fell over and my hand which made sure I didn't hit my head got cut by a broken glass plate, "No, I think it's time for you to go, I think I can finish the essay myself…" He stood up and opened the door, "and don't forget, don't tell ANYONE!"

"Um, ok…" I stepped outside, "well, I'll see you at school tomorrow ok?"

"Yea, whatever," He said as he shut the door.