Delicate Nameless
By: Keph
Author's Note #1: WARNING! Contains a load of shounen-ai, bordering on yaoi. Don't like, don't read!
Author's Note #2: This story takes place after my other two: "The Waiting Time" and "Do Tell". You can read them by clicking on my name (danceDANCEdance) at the top of the screen. Basically, though, it goes that Kurama unsealed Hiei's jagan at one point by using his blood, youko blood, a highly addictive substance to demons. Later, as Kurama struggles with hiding what he really is from his mother, Hiei's addiction to said blood grows. But, is it just the blood that holds Hiei to Kurama?
Author's Note #3: As you may tell from the title, this story contains: melodrama. Beware.
Author's Note #4: This story takes place (relative to the anime) right before we discover Yukina has been kidnapped; a few months after Maze Castle.
Author's Note #5: I own five pairs of shoes and I own my car, but I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Gomen.
Author's Note #6: Thank you sooooo much to everyone whose reviewed "Do Tell". You guys are so nice! :) Arigatou!
A big shout-out to:
Ko-Krama
Yoko's Babby
Shadowpriestess
what2callmyself
jusKita
Hiei's Gothic Angel
DemonicEmber/Hiei'sSweeti
Zelia Theb
Su da 'mazin bananna eater
What had changed?
Kurama sat by the window in his room. His eyes were locked on the trees. There was a storm and they bent in strange ways in the wind, ways in which, had the slightest ounce of pressure increased, they would have broken.What had changed? His mind repelled the question: there had been no rain, now there was.
But that wasn't what he meant.
A few hours ago his mother had knocked on the door, told him good-night and not to study too much.
Kurama smiled.
She hadn't changed at all. He feared she would in the time since she had almost discovered his true nature. His green eyes peered across the distance, but what they saw wasn't what humans saw at all. No, his thoughts repeated. She hadn't changed at all since then. Kurama had Hiei to thank for that. Hiei...
There was a sound at the windows and something stumbled in. Too big to be a bird, dressed from head to toe in black, it fell to the floor and lay there while the curtains billowed in the wind and rain blew into the room.
"Hiei?" Kurama said.
There was no answer.
"Hiei?" he said louder and stood. Hiei (for it was indeed him) said nothing, moved nothing. Kurama could see a pale hand and fingers curled and still.
The little demon stayed motionless. Kurama had gone to his knees and was reaching for him. He touched his hair, soaked, and brushed it from his eyes.
The jagan peered up at him.
Wide and strange, the pupil full and dark.
Kurama gazed into it and felt uneasines which was quickly growing.
What had happened? Hiei had been here the night before and there had been no sign of trouble or danger. At least not the kind that would have him falling into Kurama's room like a broken thing. Hiei had come the night before as he had the previous nights. He would enter and bring his mouth to Kurama's and Kurama would let him, had let him because....
"Hiei?" he whispered now as the Jiganshi stirred. "Hiei? Are you..." he asked as the fire demon raised his head, opened his two red eyes and turned them to Kurama. What Kurama saw there made the hackles on his neck stand up.
For a moment, Hiei just stared at him, studying him. "Hn." he said. "You're here."
"What?" Kurama began, but he was interupted as Hiei leaned closer to him, his eyes intent on Kurama's green human eyes. Kurama brought up his arms to block him, but Hiei brushed them aside. Perhaps Kurama didn't really want to stop him afterall.
As Hiei bridged the distance between them, grabbing a hold of his hair and capturing his lips, Kurama saw the jagan widen, almost like a gasp, only to suddenly close as Kurama opened his mouth.
Something was wrong.
Hiei moaned against Kurama's mouth and pressed harder against him, his hands on his shoulders now, then his chest. Kurama knew something was wrong, knew he should stop this, knew he must stop this...
What had changed, his thoughts asked and not for the first time, Kurama ignored the accussing tone.
He knew very well what had changed, didn't he?
...to be continued...