Title: Jealousy: Youko style!
Written by: Sano
Anime: Yu Yu Hakusho
Disclaimer: YYH will never belong to me, but if it did, then little kids wouldn't be allowed to watch the show now would they?
Note: Because of the reviews everyone sent, I was inspired to make another aspect of the story. Actually, this fic was written two years ago, this was just the only time that I got around to typing it into a computer. I have fics written into scraps of paper scattered in a drawer somewhere, and I'm too lazy to take care of them. I just took in this little baby coz' I'm YYH-inspired somehow, just got the DVD and have been playing all the KuramaxHiei moments.
Anyway, enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE: The youko decides to drag it in
Kurama always counted himself as a very patient demon, well, compared to his youko days anyway. But sometimes even he could feel the strain of impatience tugging at his carefully –erected wall of self-propriety.
Two months.
Two freaking months since Hiei has returned from the Makai. Kurama knew his lover's duties as Mukuro's heir, knowing that being one of the strongest demons in the Makai was a plan that Hiei banked on, but these frequent summonses from his employer was slowly driving the youko crazy.
And what was a love-struck kitsune to do in times of painful loneliness?
The mountain of work that Kurama brought home daily was a true testament to his distraction efforts. Everyday he avoided his secretary's disapproving stare as he went on home with another pile of work to do at home.
"I bet that no work is necessary for the next month at the rate you're going," was his secretary's parting line today as they called it a day.
Kurama had cut her off with a quick 'goodbye' as she opened her mouth to also comment on his coffee intake. It seemed to her that her boss was running on pure caffeine these days.
Green eyes shifted to the calendar hanging on the wall, reminding him again of his lover's absence. If work was the only way to get his mind of the fact that Hiei was spending an awful lot of time in the Makai with another demon, then he'd gladly take a stab at it.
Pushing himself away from his laptop, Kurama rubbed his eyes tiredly. He wondered what type of 'training regimen' Mukuro had devised for his fire demon, he grimaced as he thought of the indeterminable amount of time his Hiei had to spend with Mukuro, who undoubtedly had her fair share of romantic feelings for his lover.
In Kurama's opinion, the rigorous training was useless. Hiei turned S-class three years ago and was already regarded as one of the most powerful demons in the Makai. He didn't need training, he could very well kick Mukuro's ass if he wanted to!
And if he didn't, Kurama would gladly do it for his Hiei.
Knowing that his thoughts were now turning to very dangerous territory, the redhead went to the kitchen to brew himself another pot of coffee that would nurse him throughout the night. It was better to work himself to death than lie on his cold bed and staring at the empty space beside him.
Even a single message from Hiei hadn't reached him for the past month. Since the start of their relationship and Hiei had to go to the Makai, he always sent him a message of his whereabouts with the use of a message imp at least once a week. Kurama was hanging on to these messages from his dark-haired love, but for now none were present.
Five years into their relationship, Kurama was very patient with Hiei's duties as Mukuro's heir, the same goes with his lover, what with his human family and his preference to stay in the Ningenkai. Their relationship was built on compromise and trust. And Kurama was okay with that.
That is if he wasn't flaring up with jealousy at the numerous requests for Hiei's presence in the Makai by his overly-demanding employer.
While waiting for his coffee, Kurama sighed dejectedly and let his eyes roam the room. Green eyes landed on the Katana leaning innocently against the wall.
Hiei had two katanas. One was the weapon that he carried for most of his life before becoming a Reikai tantei, another was a beautifully crafted piece of weaponry with an emerald embedded into the hilt, a gift from Kurama two years ago. The katana in question was the old one, with its battered hilt and scuffed up sheath.
That was odd, Hiei usually brought both katanas with him.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to Kurama. If he was in his youko form, his tail would've probably been wagging and his ears would perk up in excitement.
It was time that he took matters into his own hands.
To be continued...
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