How do you get addicted to ice cream when you're a cold blooded killer?
Now really... how do you get addicted with a personality like that? Well, first you have to be addicted the ice cream, second you need to be able to nickname ice cream 'sweet snow' while keeping you dignity, and third, you need to be short and highly tempered. This may not make any sense, (probably doesn't right now), but it will once you read the summary. Or will it?
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Summary: A certain fire demon has stubbornly said that he hates ice cream, even though he has a "slight" craving for it one hour before dawn. Hints of shonen ai. Contents inappropriate language.
'oOo' means it has changed to another person's point-of-view.
"Hiei," I mumbled. "Ya." He sounded quite nervous. "What's wrong? Do you need something?" I got up from the couch, dragging the knitted blanket along with me. "N-n-nothing is wrong, Kurama," he panicked. "Something is wrong," I thought. "Hiei never looses in composure. Unless, he's injured! Hiei are you ok!?" I said, worried. Then, (when I saw the situation), I burst into hysterical laughter. "K-k-kurama," Hiei mumbled, his eyes down in his bangs. I looked up, still laughing freely. Until, I saw Hiei's face.
His eyes were double in size, almost chibi-like. Tears were welling up around his eyes, and poured down his pale cheeks. He sniffled and rubbed away the stray tears, only to be replaced with more. Some escaped, and clattered on the floor. Revealing to the world as sphere-shaped gems, black as Hiei's cloak. "Hiei," I could only say through giggles. "I-I-I didn't know that you g-g-got emotional when you eat i-i-ice cream." "Nnnn..." he wimpered. "I'm sorry, Hiei, I did not know," I tried to be serious. I was about to hug the little demon, when my foot got wedged into something. I looked down, and saw an empty carton, which used to contain vanilla flavoured ice cream. "Hiei," I said. "You like ice cream, don't you?"
oOo
Denial was the first emotion I felt when this words registered. "No, I'm not." "Yes you are," Kurama said calmly. "NO I'M NOT," I screamed. "Yes, you are," Kurama said bluntly, but calmly still.
"B-b-but, I don't." I trembled. "It's ok," Kurama said. I looked up surprised. "You can like anything you want." "Oh, ok," I said, shyly. "Umm," I started. "Could I have more?" "More?" Kurama questioned, surprised. "More," I demanded, back in character. "But, the sugar intake! Once the sugar rush wears off, you just crash!" "He such a health nut," I thought. "Gotta get that sweet snow though."
"Kurama," I whimpered. "Yes," he answered. My body turned towards him, then, "Please?"
oOo
"Innocence. Too much innocence," I sighed. "And why did he have to be so damn cute?"
Gruffly, I took his hand, avoiding his enlarged eyes, hoping to overcome some of the guilt trip. I dragged him down the stairs, ignoring the curious look on his face, for it'd just make me blab, spoiling the surprise. I presented him to a pure white, metal, box with a lock on it.
Trying to open a lock very swiftly was hard, for the small demon was growing impatient with every mistake I made. Finally, he growled, and I could've sworn a trace of smoke issued from his mouth. "Yes," I thought, as the lock faintly clicked. My hand flicked up, and pushed the lid of the "box". Light glared into my eyes, and I turned around to see Hiei's expression.
His expression: "I-have-found-my-absolute-paradise" was written across his face.
oOo
... I was left with no words to describe my emotions. The sight that met my eyes was pleasing, beautiful, exciting, and I wanted to eat it all.
"Hiei," came an uncertain voice. "Is it ok if I leave you alone with all of this ice cream? I mean, can I trust you with this? Hiei? Say something Hiei? Hiei?" The demanding questions still flowed from there. I just nodded yes without paying the slightest attention, only catching small phrases. "Hn. Sugar
rush isn't healthy... What is sugar rush again?" I puzzled.
My thoughts were interrupted with a loud "HIEI" from my left. "YES?" I shouted back, wondering what the fox demon was asking. "Ok, so I'll just leave the door ajar for you," he said, as he walked up the stairs. "Seems he misunderstood my phrase," I thought. "Hn," I shrugged, still satisfied with the result.
I waited for Kurama to walk through the door, then, I gathered as much sweet snow as I could, and teetered up the stair case.
This process only happened twice, for there were only twelve cartons of sweet snow. I shoved the freezer door down, and clicked the lock, making sure it was locked. Then, I leapt up the stairs in a single bound, and got to work.
"Ok, the first carton read, Triple Cho- coo- late, oh Triple Chocolate." It had been many months since I had read any human literature or script. But, I managed to decrepit most of it. "Sounds yummy," I licked the side of my lip. Opening the carton, I came upon a sweet snow with three different shades of brown. One a chestnut brown, another a milk chocolate brown, and the other wasn't even brown. It was a light cream colour. My hands whipped towards the cub-board and a white, deep, bowl came flying out, landing into my hand neatly. Slamming it shut, I wrenched open a drawer a grabbed a spoon. It gleamed in the darkness, even though there was no light source for it to gleam.
