Disclaimer: I do not own. Yuyuhakusho, or any of the characters. You all know who it belongs to. I just own the story line. Even that I can't entirely claim, since it's using another person's characters.

And yes. I will soon have the other two stories updated. I just wanted to put this up for people to see. I made it about two months ago and hadn't even remembered it was in my file. I know you all hear this alot (cause I know I do) but I can't help my stupidity:) I just thought I should at least put something up for you all. My few readers! You all make me proud!

Thanks for reading!


"So?" The voice was filled with a calm, smooth tone. Only causing the shivering prisoner to shake even more. At this point the captive knew that this deadly calm aura, that had taken over the figure, was only the beginning of more pain. Red eyes gleamed with amusement, as the red hair'd man shook even more. Not even able to keep eye contact with out feeling tears threatening to spill.

A smirk crossed over the smaller of the twos face. His black hair started to shift from the small sobs of laughter that had started. It was hard for the fire demon not to laugh. Here before him, chained to the wall, was the infamous thief Youko Kurama! Or what was left of him after being shot by a hunter.

Emerald eyes tried to clench tighter at the sounds of the torturer's deep chuckles. Red hair attempted to hide the skinny, abused face. It wasn't to hard since there was only two candles lit down in the dungeon.

"I just want a quick death, please!" Finally Kurama lifted his head. No longer being able to bear looking at the ground; for it was covered with his blood, his tears, and liquids from the man watching him.

"I can appreciate that," the fire demon then chuckled, before pulling forth a sword from his waist. A glimmer of hope flashed through the round green eyes. Red eyes instantly darken at the look. If there was on thing Hiei, heir to Mukuro, didn't like. It was hope.

With a quick flick of his wrist and a stretching out of his arm; Hiei's sword sliced across the prisoner's throat. Barely hitting the man's jugular. Blood and a pained cry instantly came forth. Kurama tried hard to give one final word of his inner loathing to the man, but only was able to spit blood up.

A grin now took the place of the older smirk that had rested on Hiei's face. He was enjoying the show before him. As the former thief was barely sitting, bleeding to death. . . and slowly.

"I'm sorry. I think I mis-heard you. Oh well. I think you will survive," The un-injured demon didn't even attempt to hold back a dark laugh, as he quickly turned to leave the pitiful demon on against the wall to slowly die. Garnet colored blood soon was drenching ruby colored hair, as the half fox spirit started to fall down the wall.

After being sliced Kurama had ended up leaned back against the wall. But now. Now he layed on the ground; still shivering and starting to convulse from the trama and the small hope that all this would soon be over.

With one last gurgled breath the green eye'd man quickly, with his blood, wrote down a few words to his captor.

Days later a low-class guard would come across the decaying body and see the words written by the dead man.

"I love you, Hiei," the guard would murmur out loud. Not trully understanding the words' meaning.


With a few labored breaths, a red hair'd half demon finally was able to calm himself. That was the second time he had, had that nightmare. It was already getting a little old.

But, as he couldn't say, it was not the first nightmare similar to that. For months now the half fox spirit was haunted with nightmares of the little fire demon: raping, beating, locking up, more beating, and killing him. What the nightmares meant? The fox had no idea. He could only think of what had happen the day before the nightmares had begun.

It was no extra ordinary day. It was not even a normal day. It was one of those days were one thing happened and nothing else of that day mattered. It had been the anniversary of the two demons getting together. Two years ago under the help of all their friends, Hiei and Kurama had finally confessed their feelings. Then a full year ago that they had finally tied the knot. Well by demon standards anyway.

But that day had been completely.. boring... dare say. It was spent with Hiei being taken away by Yusuke and Kuwabara, so that Kurama could secretly get their bedroom and dinner ready, and Kurama had spent it doing nothing but cleaning and cooking.

A rather ordinary day for Kurama. Until later that afternoon Hiei finally arrived back at the house. The fire demon had come stomping into the house and had not said a word to his mate. After making sure the front door was closed the angered demon had moved to go to their bedroom. Not even giving Kurama a glance; who stood in the kitchen doorframe holding the fire demon's favorite desert. Wondering what had happen, the fox demon had quickly gone up to check on the black hair'd one.

"Kurama. Where is my sword?" Hiei had impatiently asked; while giving his mate a death glare. Slightly upset from the the cold tone, Kurama went to the closet and poked his head in. The sword was gone.

"I'm not sure. I must of placed it around here somewhere," the red headed demon had answered cheerfully. Trying hard not to be angered by Hiei's attitude.

"Well find it!" Was the yelled reply back. This had been the final straw for Kurama.

Both then decked out in an all verbal arguement about what was going on. Hiei's excuse was that he needed his sword and Kurama had fought back that Hiei had been mad about something before the sword. It had ended with Hiei stomping back down stairs and coming back with his sword. Then without another word to Kurama, had then opened the window and left.

Tears threaten to spill as Kurama rolled over onto his side and stared at the opposite wall. A wall he had not seen for a while, until the first night Hiei had not returned. Since then the wall had become the fox's companion. But what really bothered the red head was what Hiei's mood and leaving have to do with these odd nightmares.

It was not like Kurama was the one who left. Or the one who did not return. Or had been upset enough to call his mate a continuous mixture of a 'Slutty half demon, who was a complete disgrace to demons everywhere.'

The emerald eyes no longer was able to hold the stinging tears and forced them down the fox's cheeks. 'At least I still have this wall for company,' Kurama attempted to joke with himself.


"Kurama it is not healthy for you to not eat," Yusuke chided the older man, before laying down a bowl of noodles. The black haired half human then sat down next to his friend. It had been something when Kurama had shown up at his house at five-thirty in the morning. It was terrible for poor Yusuke who didn't wake up until eight o'clock before going to work. Keiko, of course, had been up taking care of the baby and had let Kurama in when he knocked.

Now Keiko and Yusuke's little boy was being strapped into the van, as the brown haired mother loaded up the vehicle for the trip to her parents. Kurama and Yusuke sat in the medium sized kitchen and watched the sun starting to rise.

After a bit of watching Kurama finally looked down to his food and then turned sad eyes to his second real friend -- since becoming a human.

"Yusuke. What happen to Hiei when you took him out?" Yusuke couldn't help but flinch at the deep pain it seemed to bring Kurama to even think about Hiei. But the 'detective' wasn't quite sure if he could handle telling Kurama. It was those round green eyes that seemed to, at the sound of the silence, instantly fill with tears. Yusuke slumped his shoulders and turned away from the fox spirit.

"Well, it was from the news that a little demon sent to me," the half human started.


"Hiei why is it that we all have nicknames? I mean. You call Kurama: fox. Me: Detective and Kuwabara: Oaf," The oranged haired human instantly puffed his chest at the nickname. It still offended him that he had adopted that nickname, even when now Hiei merely looked at Kuwabara as 'the person married to his sister.' Yes. Hiei stopped calling Kuwabara 'oaf' once he had put two and two together and got the answer to who Yukina's brother was. But that didn't stop the little demon from continuing to use the nickname.

"Because. I didn't know your name when I first met you. I had liked the sounds of 'oaf' better," at this Kuwabara huffed and turned away from the diner table, "and Kurama is a fox and it was easier to call him that to cover for his personality as well as his spirit." Yusuke gave the demon a confused look, but shook his head. He no longer wished to persue this conversation. Inside, Hiei instantly smiled. . .he had won this round.

"Lord Yusuke?" A timid voice had asked from the wall of the diner. Hiei, Yusuke, and Kuwabara were seated in a booth right next to the dirty diner wall. It had been the cleanest looking spot in the resturant and in the corner where others could not hear their conversations. And now, there in the dirty wall, a small gargoyle face was poking out of the wall.

"Yes my wall-y friend?" Yusuke questioned in return, before giving a smirk to Hiei. Which was received and answered with a small muttering of 'Worse nickname I've ever heard' from both Hiei and Kuwabara. The black haired lord frowned, but then turned back to the wall.

"I am to inform you that Lord Mukuro is dead and the suspect for her death is none other then the legendary Youko Kurama," blank stares were given to the little demon. Causing a small sweatdrop to twickle down the wall.

"You can go now," Hiei was the first to reply, before standing and leaving. The fire demon had not even looked back, as the two humans had called and yelled for him to return.


"He muttered something about killing you. But I think he ended up chickening out of doing that," Yusuke knew if he looked he would see the once-composed Shuuichi Minamino sitting with his arms folded on the table and crying into the sleeves of his shirt. He had almost paused in his story when he had first heard the gentle sobs and had come even closer when salty-water-smell had finally caused his nose to itch.

"Yusuke how could he really think I would do that?!" Kurama asked, raising his voice in hopes of knocking away the bitter anger that was starting to replace his saddest. The fox was always positive that Hiei knew him better then anyway else. But, then again, the fire demon always found ways to prove him wrong.

"I'm not sure Kurama. Has he ever been mad and mentioned her dieing and him taking over?" Yusuke had a thought and he planned on seeing if it might help the situation. Maybe the pesky demon had thought that by saying this the fox might have taken him seriously.

"No. He usually talked about Yomi dieing, if he was ever mad at Mukuro," Kurama muttered in a defeated voice. Slowly starting to lay his head onto his arms again. Black hair shook, as Yusuke shook his head at the poor sight of Kurama. It wasn't often that Kurama got like this. To be honest, now that the half human thought about it, he hadn't been anywhere near this bad when his mother was ill. 'That was back when we first met though," Yusuke thought dejectedly.

What was anyone to do now? No body knew how to help the fox or how to convince Hiei that there was no way it had been Kurama. But, we can always count on alarm clocks. . . right?


Beep. Beep. Beep.

Tired emerald eyes looked up to the clock. 'What is that noise?' Kurama couldn't help but let himself wonder. Even though it was obviously the alarm clock before him.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Fox if you do not turn that blasted thing off, then I will be forced to use my sword!" Hiei's voice screeched from beside the tired red head.

As quickly as possible, Kurama hit the off button and rounded on Hiei. All tiredness forgotten, as he saw his beloved one sitting right next to him. And after so many months of being gone.

"You returned!" The fox yelled before launching himself into the fire demon's arms. Not even bothering to wait for any form of reply from the demon. He just snuggled his head against the small demon's chest and purred out apologies about meaningless things that they had fought about before Mukuro's 'death'.

"What are you talking about? No. Before you answer that," Hiei raised his hand and placed it over Kurama's mouth. To help stop him from speaking. Then with little movement, reached over Kurama and grabbed something from behind the alarm clock. When the red head turned and saw the perfectly wrapped gift; he couldn't help himself from giving a confused look to the fire demon.

"Happy Anniversary!" Hiei even smiled, as he pulled one of Kurama's arms out from around him and helped the gift into Kurama's hand.

"But. . . that was months ago. . . ," Kurama looked at the little gift. Not understanding why Hiei had just suddenly remembered it months later. And for that had felt the need to show up. Even though Kurama was being blamed for Mukuro's 'death'.

"What are you talking about? It is today! I have planned this for sometime," the fire demon gave Kurama a rather upset look. As if saying 'I can't believe you, of all people, were the one to forget.'

"No. It was back when Mukuro died," Kurama tried to reason with him. Completely confused on what had caused this sudden break in memory from Hiei.

"Mukuro is not dead. I promise. Here. She sent this," again Hiei leaded forward and then drew back to hand Kurama a small square piece of paper. "Give it a go."

Hoping that it would explain things green eyes looked down to the paper and read:

Dear Kurama,

Sorry about the food I fed you yesterday. I didn't think it would make you that sick. I hope you wake up from the little coma in time to receive this!

So...

Happy Anniversary to you and Hiei!

Mukuro

p.s. Please don't keep him to long. I need to go over a few plans with him.

"Food. . . sick. . . coma!" The parchment fell to the floor, completely forgotten from the person who had last held it. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Kurama remembered now!


"I didn't know that the cook was this terrible at cooking!" Mukuro yelled at Hiei. Having just been on the receiving end of a rant of his. It didn't look good. The red headed fox was currently curled up around a trash can and was trying hard to heave up the tainted food he had been fed.

"Well why didn't you do some research?! Were you waiting for me to do it or something?" Hiei nearly fainted when Mukuro gently nodded her head to the last part of his questioning. The woman was sometimes hopeless. Hiei had no clue what she did when he was in Human World with Kurama.

"Hey. I. Would. Like. To. Go. Home," Kurama barely gasped out before forced to bend over the disgusting can again. Just in time for another wave of... well... chunks.

"Good idea. Maybe there your mother can help me get you better. Since some people around here don't know what they are doing," the fire demon barely contained himself from yelling and completely glaring at the cook that now stood in the doorway. With a little help Kurama was able to get to his feet, but had to place a hand over his mouth to keep things in for the time being.

"Sorry again. What a great way for me to show 'Happy Anniversary' to you both," Mukuro chuckled when she was glared at by Hiei, but given a gentle wave from Kurama. In no time Hiei had Kurama swung over his shoulder and was out the window. Not, of course, before the shouldering caused Kurama to release his mouth and cause some more of the food to land on Hiei's back and on the floor.

With a glare the now angered demon turned to the cook in the doorway.

"Clean this up and then leave. If I see you again. . . you are dead!"


"Oh goodness. Not only was I sick to my stomach. . .but I guess the food caused bad dreams as well," the fox commented after remembering the lovely smell of the food and then the not so lovely smell of the trash can before he left it. He felt rather bad that he had gotten sick and, he was sure, had embarrassed Mukuro.

"Is that what you are talking about? What was in your dream? Something involving me getting mad over Mukuro. . . I don't know. . . dieing. . . and then just walking out on you and not returning?" Hiei asked. Meaning for it to be humorous, but stopped his half smile when upset green eyes turned to him.

"That was it wasn't it?" the fire demon was slighty disturbed at the thought that Kurama would fall for such a dream so easily.

"It did seem real," was all Kurama was able to return back. Before the pressure of the gift finally brought him to it. With careful ease the fox had the ribbons and the wrapping paper off the small box. It was a weird trait he had picked up from Shiori when he was younger. But, nevertheless, he the folded up the wrapping paper and rolled up the ribbons.

"Would you open the damn box?! Jeeze...," Hiei flushed when the fox merely gave him a beautiful smile and whispering, 'I can wait on you, so I think I could wait longer to open the box.'

"You are a mental fox. You know that?" Hiei asked as the box was finally opened and the rest of the day pasted by with a superb smile from Kurama.


THE END! I'm terrible. But maybe someday I will give a sequel to this and let you know what was in the box! Maybe...

That is the end to the little story. I'm going to make this a little place where I'll post one shots that come to mind. I won't be updating this as much as my other stories. But, I will whenever I'm in need of putting something up for you all to read!

I hope you have enjoyed the story! Reviewing would be nice. But I won't force you too.

But I would really like for some reviewing on my other stories... not the other one shots... but the other series stories! -I wouldn't read the other one-shots just yet. I have to go back and edit out the Japanese words that I put in when I was going through my japanesenglish stage of writing. . . I promise I will fix those. . .hopely-

And once again. . . thanks for reading and I really do hope you enjoyed!

-Ssa