A Is For Achluophobia (fear of darkness): Hiei POV
Hurt/comfort, Romance
"...Hiei?"
"Hm?" I grunted, stretching to pop my back before plopping onto the mattress. Kurama lay curled on his side, sheets pulled up to his chin. Green eyes shifted for a moment before he reached out, caressing my Palm with his fingertips.
"I have a ridiculous request of you."
"All of your requests are ridiculous," I tugged his hair playfully, tossing my shirt across the room. "Ow! What the-" something stabbed my kidney. I reached behind me and dropped one of Kurama's many books onto the floor, sending a sidelong accusing glance. He did not respond with his usual guilty grin, or owlish blinking. He was still looking at me, a serious expression on his face. I grew concerned, "Fox..what's wrong?"
"Could you...leave the lamp on?" "What-why?" my eyebrows shot up to my hairline as he entwined our fingers.
"After what happened...I'm afraid I've found myself with a fair amount of anxiety."
"You killed him Kurama." I brushed the bangs away from his eyes, cupping a smooth cheek in my hand, "That freak won't come back...you know that."
"Of course I know that," he sighed, closing his eyes and holding his hand over mine. He trembled lightly. My fingers traced the healing marks along his torso and arms.I recalled the sound of bombs, leaving my ears ringing. Kurama had been left temporarily deaf in one ear after the fight. In another few days, there would be no physical evidence of his battle. But the mental scars he was left with...only I was allowed to see those. As far as everyone else was concerned, he'd shrugged it off as another near death incident.
"Tell you what," I laid down, pulling his head to my chest and stroking the thick tresses, "I'll keep it on for now. But I'm not letting you go either. Deal?" He nodded, kissing my collarbone and closing his eyes, long lashes brushing his cheeks. "Thank you love..." As his breathing evened, I glared at the offending light. This was going to be a very difficult transition...