Warning M/M AU

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

This fic was inspired by a couple of fics I read where Youko and Shuiichi separated but I decided to have them never join. As a result both Shuiichi and Youko Kurama are sick and don't know why. Hiei/Shuiichi
Hiei/Youko Kurama.

Shuiichi's POV

They wheeled me down the hall gently telling me to take it easy out there. How many times have I been wheeled down these very halls? Squinting in the bright fluorescent light, inhaling disinfectant, listening to the beeps of machines. I've smiled at the nurse wheeling me down the hall so many times. How many times do I have to come back here? How long will it be before they find a cure?

When will people stop looking at me the way they do. Such a beautiful smart kid, it's a shame he's going to die soon. It's starting to piss me off. I smiled up at the nurse. I had insisted on walking but I might become sick again. How many times will I be in this thin cloth with my ass displayed for the whole word. I gripped the handles of the wheelchair and gritted a smile. When I see my doctor he smiles at me and gestures for the nurse to leave.

"Any other problems? Any new symptoms lately?" he asked the moment we are done with pleasantries.

"I'm fine. I simply fainted a moment, it happens a lot but my nurse insisted on bringing me here," I said staring into the familiar wrinkles and lines on my doctor's face. A few short years ago he was what one would call handsome. Working long hours, watching others die and older age has begun to take a toll on him.

"Where's your mother?" he asked.

"Her honey moon. My nurse was just checking up on me. I would have been fine, I've been fine all week," I said gripping the arm rests on the wheelchair while I smiled.

"Your mother left you alone?" he asked surprised.

"No of course not Dr. Gordon you know her as well as I do. She left me with her sister but I asked them to go," I said still smiling. My doctor should know nothing about my mother besides her name, yet somehow he's present at family events! I close my eyes a moment and sigh, I'm simply not having a good day.

"Well I can just ask your nurse to take you home after I run a few tests," he said and he smiled at me. I manage to smile back at the doctor who has saved my life countless times. I run a hand through my red hair and I sighed deeply. I need to calm down. I can hear my mother's voice: Stress isn't good for you honey. I laughed a little. Thank God for her, with anyone less kind I would have lost my mind years ago. She needs a rest, I hope my doctor won't call her. It's her honey moon! She's been planning a wedding with that man for a year and a half now. I wheel over to the window and fold my hands in my lap.

It's such a gorgeous day. I wish I was out there running around like an idiot having the greatest time. But I'm not... I'm in this chair. I sighed and stand up, pushing the chair to the furthest corner of the room. How many times do I have to tell everyone that I do not need a wheelchair? I lean my head against the window sill. I closed my eyes to feel the breeze on my face. It carried with it the scent of the food from the street vendors, the bitter smell of fresh cut grass, the smell of the flowers and the trees. The wind caused the trees to sway and dance knocking down the flowers where people step on them and the smell perfumes the air.

The birds chirped happily, and I can hear laughter ringing in the air. I see a mischievous group of teenagers running through the garden sprinklers and a robust red faced man chasing after them. He stopped every few yards to pant and yell at him. They taunted him and he ran on cursing and sputtering turning from red to purple.

It's amazing that I have such heightened sense despite my illness but it allows me to see things in ways not many people can. It's also quite amusing if by chance people find out I'm not well. You look so healthy they always exclaim. They don't see me when I have dark circles under my eyes. They don't see me when I'm sweating profusely and it's only 20 degrees outside and my window is wide open. They don't see me when my stomach won't tolerate food, and my ribs protrude through my skin. They only see me when I feel pretty good, after I hog down everything in the fridge and after I have managed by some miracle to do some exercise. When I am not exhibiting the symptoms of my illness, I feel fine. I can engage in most physical activities with no problem. Only I am not allowed to participate in sports because my illness in unpredictable.

The doctor performed his usual tests and my nurse came to take me home. I put clothes back on, and once I am home I take a hot shower and the blast the stereo. My room is small and impeccably neat. It's amazing what you do when your mother won't let you out. My many movies, books and CDs are all aligned neatly in alphabetical order. My closet is organized, all my school uniforms are hanging neatly in my closet with my shoes and more formal clothing, along with a few things I'd like to hide from mother. The books that I have on demons, the pictures I have of Hiei and a bunch of other things I'd rather not think about. I sit down on my window seat and open a book by one of my favorite authors Anne Rice.

I've read this one many times its worn but I like it. As I'm lost in her world and while I marvel at her intelligence I get distracted. Who's staring at me? I was just getting to a good part, some guy on guy action. I looked up and I jumped back with a yelp and fell off the seat. When I recover I open the windows.

"Don't scare me like that Hiei!" After scolding him I immediately wrap him in a hug before he can ask me anything. I lift him up and spin him around while nuzzling my face in his locks. He cursed at me, called me stupid and I laughed. I have my fire demon back! Who cares if he's a little anti-social?

End of chapter1 Tell me if you like!!! Tell me if I'm wasting my time and if you think I should give up writing but please review if you likey!! And if you review I'll heart you!!...so...yeah please review because I'm review starved