Lust
By: Demon Hiei's girl (Demon Usagi)
Standard disclaimers apply
Chapter two
Author's note: Well, here we are. Chapter two. Well, hope this turns out okay. Cross your fingers.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping giddily out my window. I must have dozed off. Thank god I didn't work today! My arms were rested on my bed, where Hiei was. My ass was on the ground, leaving me in an awkward position. Now I had a crick in my spine, damn it. Hiei wasn't there, much to my disappointment. Disappointment? I guess my boredom is over taking me.
"Hiei?" I called out, even though I knew he wasn't there. When Hiei appears gone, he is.
"What?" cried back an irritated voice. Hiei? It couldn't be. I ran to my bathroom, where the voice came from. I opened the door to see Hiei in a fetal position, back to wall, scooted away from the bathtub. The shower was on. I chuckled. Perhaps it frightened him. It was a rather...amusing thought.
"Having problems with my tub?"
"What the hell is that...that thing?" he growled, scooting closer to me.
"My shower. It helps you get clean."
"God forbid you people use safe water." he spat at me.
"It is safe, I promise. Running water is more inconvenient anyway. I'll, heh, show you how to use it sometime." I couldn't help but smile. This was gold. Teaching Hiei to be civil.
"I don't want to 'learn'." he scoffed.
"Be that way." I shrugged off, turning off the water, and swiftly walking back to Hiei, reaching out my hand in attempts to help him up. He eyed my hand, than my eyes, than back to my hand before hesitantly reaching for it and getting back on his feet. We had eye contact up until my misplaced toothbrush caused him to trip, falling into my arms. Note to self: get a new toothbrush. was my first thought. My second? How warm Hiei felt against me.
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'I'm not your play thing!'
It was that voice! The one from earlier! My head shot up as fast as it could, my arms wrapping around Hiei protectively and out of instinct.
"Did you...did you hear that?" I shouted.
"Hear what?" he replied harshly, still pressed against me.
"Maybe I need a hearing aid!" I laughed it off, though still a little worried. Maybe my house was haunted? With my luck, it wasn't so unlikely.
"Yusuke?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you crushing me?"
I let go immediately, the blush creeping across my cheeks fast as the plague.
I 'ahem'ed loudly. "I wasn't crushing you, per se."
"Oh?" he answered back, giving me a quizzical look.
"Consider it...a hug." I decided. It was awkward, yes, but it was the only word I could think of to define this issue.
"Aha." he rolled his eyes. "Save the 'hugging' for your mate."
Keiko! I had almost forgotten. The sound of her name made my chest pound. How could I forget how badly I missed her? Maybe I wasn't so lonely with Hiei at my heels. "Sorry about that." My arm outstretched behind my head where my hand scratched the hair at my neck.
"Hn."
I took that as a 'whatever'. I shook my head, and put on my happiest smile.
"Want to go?"
"Go where?" I was greeted by another quizzical look from those red eyes.
"I mean, aren't you going to leave?" I asked.
"Fine," he replied, trotting towards the window. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"I'm not asking you to leave. I'm surprised you didn't go already." I said it hurriedly, in attempts to slow him down.
"Are you that desperate for company?" he stared at me, like his was probing my mind. Maybe he was–it was in his power to do so.
"What do you mean, 'desperate'? I'm happy to have you here." It was true. Three days without seeing a familiar face does impact you. And I could get my mind of Keiko with him here. She'd be back soon enough, and in the mean time, I could play around with Hiei. ...play?
'I'm not your play thing!' The words rushed back to my memory. What did that mean? Play as in use? Take advantage of? I was confused. Maybe 'goof off with Hiei' fit better. This was no time to be thinking of ghosts.
"You would have to be desperate to spend so much time with someone as antisocial as me." he sighed, walking back to the bedroom in unusually slow steps.
"Not if you're my friend," I grinned, sneaking up behind him and patting his shoulder. "Besides, the way you talk like you don't matter pisses me off."
"You're the only one who seems to think I do matter, you dumb ass." he growled, crossing his arms. "It's not my job to be lectured by an amateur psychiatrist such as yourself."
"That's not true!" I retorted defiantly. "Besides, I'd make a great shrink!" I smiled, but he was clearly not amused. Maybe he didn't understand the use of the slang term? Eh, oh well.
He 'hn'ed, and averted his eyes again, much to my annoyance.
"The way you keep burning holes in the ground and talking like that makes you sound like a crazy suicidal." He didn't look up. "But I know you wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything like that."
"Of course not!" he swung around, glaring at me. "I'm not that desperate, yet."
"'Yet'?" I questioned, grabbing the wrist he brought up when he swung to face me. "Don't you ever!"
"That's not for you to decided, Detective." he grunted, trying to pull free.
"The hell it isn't!" I said, my grip tightening.
"You're not my guardian, quit pretending you are!" he yelled angrily, tugging with as much force as he could without raising his ki.
"If you keep this struggling up, I'm gonna let go. Then you'll fall and I'll hafta hug you again." I stated, my eyes forming a glare all their own. He scowled, but the fighting ceased.
"Would a hug from me really be so bad?" I asked, poking his cheeks with my index finger.
"I'm leaving." he said, shoulders tensing as he turned towards the direction of the front door.
"The hell you are! I don't think I can leave you alone now."
"Remember that talk about guardians? It was a whole five minutes ago, and I know that thinking back that far will strain your brain, but try to remember the conversation." he spat sarcastically. My eyebrow visibly twitched. Who did he think he was talking to? Sighing, a picked him up bridal style.
"You're staying, Hiei. That's final."
"This is ludicrous! Put me down!" he said, fighting my hold.
"Come on, Hiei-chan." I mocked slightly, smiling at his expense. I placed him gently back on the bed, and closed the door and window–locking them of course.
"I hate you."
I smiled wider.
"No you don't, otherwise you wouldn't have fallen asleep so peacefully in my house." He snarled at the remark, making my grin even more wide. "Did you know you have the face of an angel when you sleep?"
That did it.
He chucked Keiko's glass, blue lamp towards my skull. My reflexes dodged the assault, but the lamp didn't survive it's maiden voyage as it slammed into the wall.
"Look what you've done!" I yelled, though the smile didn't etch off my face.
The rest of the day was wasted on throwing random objects, and multitudes of sarcasm and insults. But at the time, "wasted" wasn't how I described the fun.
Author's note: Well, that wasn't too bad was it? I hope not. I wrote this while my internet was down, so...well, I have no idea what to expect review wise. That is, if I get any. :rolls eyes: What can I do? Well, read and review if you thought it was worth it. ...nah, I shouldn't say that. It sucks when you have 10 times the hits compared to the actual reviews. Review people! ...wow, I've become as demanding as Yusuke! O.o Well, until next time.