Well, all I really have to say is that this is my first YYH fanfiction, but please, don't spare me the flames. I need to know what you think, even if you think that I should burn in hell for writing this. To be honest, I stopped watching YYH when I was about 8 so, if the characters are OOC, I apologize. Kurama is especially OOC. And before I start...If any one cares, I made a playlist grins
THE PLAYLIST: Down-Blink 182 Honest Questions-Daniel Bedingfield
Pressing on- Relient K
Smile-Nat King Cole
Pain-Jimmy Eat World
Disclaimer:I do not own YYH, because, if I did, Kurama and Hiei would be gay, Kazuma would be a super-hero and Yusuke's attack wouldn't be so lame. Oh, and their pants wouldn't rise up to their chests, either!
Now that that's been said...ON WITH THE STORY!
Hiei sat, shirtless, on the railing of his friend's balcony. He just stared blankly at the evening sky. The glass door slid open and Kurama's fiery red head popped out.
"Hiei, hello."
"Hn." Kurama smiled, joining his best friend on the balcony. He leaned against the rail and looked down at the rose bushes below.
They were brown and bud-less, now, as it was mid-winter. Ice coated everything, making the world around them look fragile and glass-like. It had rained the night before, and everything had frozen over in the chilling shower.
Kurama glanced at Hiei and was suddenly aware of the small ice crystals hanging to the ends of his ebony hair. He'd been caught in the rain.
"Stop that." Hiei muttered, still gazing off into the distance. Kurama snapped out of his reverie.
"Stop what?"
Hiei glared out of the corner of his eye, "Gawking at me."
"I was just thinking that you looked cold."
"Cold?" The demon repeated, "I don't get cold." Kurama chose not to reply, but instead gave the shorter demon a tiny grin.
Darkness was quickly descending over the town, like a scene from a painting. When the sky was dotted with stars, dull from gazes, and the night turned colder, Kurama looked to his companion.
"I'm going to go inside now," he opened the glass door, "you're welcome to stay the night, if you so choose." He went into the house, but left the door open in case Hiei wanted to join him.
The red head started for his room. On his way, he stuck his head into his mother's room. She was sound asleep; her frail body moved up and down with her deep, rhythmic breathing. Kurama smiled softly to himself.
He set off for his bedroom, only to find Hiei plucking icicles from his hair. Kurama grabbed his wrist.
"You'll pull your hair out if you keep being so vicious about it." He responded when Hiei frowned at his action, "Let me help you." Hiei tugged his hand away sharply.
"I don't need your help, Fox." He began to rip at the icicles again, until Kurama grasped his hand once more.
"You can't do everything on your own," The sly fox insisted, "Please, Hiei, let me help you." With one last look of defiance, Hiei relented, and Kurama lead him to the bed.
Kurama sat down on the edge of the bed, knees spread wide, and pushed Hiei to sit between them. Kurama began to gently pick and pull at the ice crystals. Soon enough, Kurama was finished, but he never took his hand from Hiei's silky black hair. He just kept playing with it, twisting it around his fingers, running his hand through it, stroking it.
"Fox." Hiei said when Kurama didn't remove his hand from his head.
"Hiei."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing." The foxy boy said, quite blissfully. He buried his face into the soft dark mass that was Hiei's hair. Hiei stiffened.
"Fox…!" He growled. Kurama chuckled and kissed the back of the raven-head's neck. Hiei shivered, so he did it again, and twice more.
"Fox, I'm warning you…!" Kurama merely laughed, his hot breath hit the nape of Hiei's neck, making him inhale harshly. He snarled as Kurama kissed his shoulder blade. A head of bright red hair rested in the crook of his neck, and hands made their way up and down his arms.
Suddenly, Hiei jumped up, bolted to the other side of the room, and eyed Kurama guardedly.
"Hiei?" Kurama questioned quietly with a look of both curiosity and hurt in his green eyes.
"I cannot do this…"
"What…?"
"I cannot love…I cannot love a man…" Hiei said as he shook his head slowly left and right. Kurama held a stricken expression: eyes wide and mouth agape. At last, Kurama found some words to say,
"I…don't understand." Hiei regarded him coldly.
"You don't have to, Fox." And, with that, he left.
There you have it, the first chapter of Empathy. Let me know how you liked it, and, depending on the responses, I'll post another chapter. Thanks for reading! smiles
-Tekii no aru tenshi-