Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply (characters are property of Yoshihiro Togashi, etcetera).
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Monthly
by: 25th Chromosome
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Kurama flips a page roughly then impatiently puts a lock of hair behind his ear. Another fwap, and a gruff blowing of hair.
Hiei opens an eye to peer at his companion (not that he needed to do that). He watches as Kurama's brows wrinkle together and then another noisy changing of pages. "Hn."
As if that sound was supposed to signal anything, Kurama throws the heavy, hardbound copy over his shoulder and then apparates by Hiei's legs that were rested on the window sill, and proceeds to spread himself over the fire demon, arms clutching at the front of the black cloak.
If it were only not uncharacteristic of Hiei to raise an eyebrow (if he even could is another matter entirely), he would have. Instead, he mutters, "If you were totally human, you'd definitely be a girl."
His voice muffled under folds of cloth, "Male homo sapiens have emotions too, Hiei."
"No, because this could be that thing Yusuke says happens everytime it's a girl's time of the month."
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Needless to say, Hiei found himself hanging from an extra thorny vine on one branch of the tree situated by the window. Oh well, this was much better than dealing with a hormonal not-human.
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(Later, when Yuusuke asks Hiei why Kurama wasn't coming with them to the mission, the latter answers that the redhead is having his period. Which effectively makes the mazoku sputter and laugh loudly, making them give away their hiding place in the den of about 50-ish criminal youkais. Oh well, all in a day's work.)
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A/N: a total crack!fic. hope it made you smile! -25c