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At the store, Kurama bought some noodles, some sweets and something to drink. After that, he headed home. Before he could pass through the sliding doors he smelled rain. Passing through them, he felt a few drops. The sky had turned ominous and the winds were picking up. He smiled despite the tornado-like scene in front of him. Ah. Spring. There was nothing like it.

He made it home just before the downpour, managing to step inside the house with a few drizzles on him. He slipped his keys in his pocket and tiptoed up the stairs. The house was dark and quiet, but he could sense that his mother was home and so was her company. Kurama didn't want to alert either of them of his arrival. He slid his door open and went inside, sliding it shut behind him.

He was glad to see that Hiei was sitting at his desk, bone dry. He had his arms folded and his eyes closed. One popped open when Kurama stepped over to him. Kurama smiled at him.

"Damn. I thought you would have gotten soaked," Hiei said. Kurama frowned, sitting the bag on Hiei's lap.

"And here I'm glad you didn't," he said. Hiei smirked.

"You look good soaking wet," he said. "Real good."

"Getting soak's a hassle," Kurama said, sitting on his bed. Hiei stood, and moved the chair closer before sitting back down. He looked through the bag eagerly, and pulled out a candy bar.

"Yes!" he said excitedly. He handed the bag to Kurama, then looked over to his desk. "Oh," he said. "She left this for you." Hiei reached over, picked up a slip of paper and handed it to Kurama. Kurama took it from him.

Shuuichi—

I'd like to talk to you when you get in. Please come to see me as soon as you get this message.

Love,

Mom

"Hmm..." Kurama murmured. He put the bag on the desk and went over to his door. "Be right back," he said. Hiei nodded. Kurama went down the hall and to his mother's room. He knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it slid open. Shiori smiled out at him, and Kurama feigned a smile in return.

"I see you made it before the storm," she said.

"Yes," Kurama said.

"That's good..." Shiori said. "I wouldn't want you to get sick." Shiori looked down, then over to her company. He sat in her armchair, facing the door, watching Kurama with wide distant eyes. Kurama's lips curled with his disgust. "Masahiro-kun and I, we'll be leaving very soon. I was hoping you'd come home a little earlier, so I could talk to you about it."

"Where is he taking you?" Kurama asked.

"To a nice little bed and breakfast inn," Shiori said. "We'll be gone all weekend, which is what I wanted to explain to you."

"This is sudden," Kurama said.

"I know. He surprised me today." Shiori smiled. "It's the nicest place."

"I see," Kurama said. "And what about Tetsuya-chan?"

"His mother has him for the weekend."

"I see."

"So...be on your best behavior as always," Shiori kissed Kurama's cheek. Kurama nodded.

"I will." Masahiro stood up slowly. Kurama stepped towards his mother protectively.

"We'll leave now," Masahiro said. Kurama despised the sound of his voice.

"Okay," Shiori said. Kurama felt nauseous as they passed him, her company's arm around her shoulders. Kurama wanted nothing more but to push him down the stairs. No...that would be too easy. Kurama had more torturous punishments in mind for him. "I'll miss you, Shuuichi. Call if you need anything. I've left the number on the refrigerator."

"I will," Kurama said. He stood at the head of the stairs and watched. Shiori picked up her umbrella and opened it along with the door.

Red, blue, red, blue, red, blue. He saw his mother reach for the door knob slowly, the room growing dark. Red, blue. The lights flashed in warning. Shiori was tightly gripping her night robe. Red, blue. Shiori opened the door.

"What—what is it?" she asked. Kurama gripped the railing tighter.

"Your mother was involved in an accident, Minamino-san..."

Kurama shook the memory from his mind. Shiori raised her umbrella, stepped over the threshold and out onto the porch. Her company closed the door behind them. Kurama hurried to his room, kneeled on his bed and looked out the window. He looked down into the street and watched them walk to his car. They stopped by it, and began to talk to each other. Then he walked to the driver's seat and got in. Shiori opened the door for herself and slid inside, closing the umbrella before she shut the door. He'd begun to drive before she could close it completely. Kurama snarled.

"So, what's going on?" Hiei asked, breaking Kurama's string of thoughts.

"He's taking her away for the weekend," Kurama said.

"Oh?" Hiei asked.

"Yes. If he hurts her again, I'll kill him."

"That's my kitsune," Hiei said. He'd finished his first bar and was about to open his second. "Want me to spy on them again?"

"Not yet," Kurama said. "Only if you sense that something's wrong again." He sat down on his bed. Hiei nodded.

"So...we gonna listen to music, or what?" he asked.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Same stuff as last time." Kurama grabbed the bag and took out two of the noodle containers.

"Let's get the noodles going first, okay?"

"'Kay." Hiei went down to the kitchen with Kurama. He sat at the table and waited. Kurama sat both bowls on the counter. He opened one of the bottom cabinets and pulled out a pot. He filled it with water and sat it on a burner. He turned the burner on high and covered the pot with its top. He went over and sat next to Hiei. "Want me to stay over?" Hiei asked.

"I'd like that."

"Yeah. I figured you be pretty bored without me here."

"You figured correctly," Kurama said. Hiei stood up, went over to Kurama and sat on his lap.

"It's been a while," he said. Kurama nodded, leaned forward and kissed him.

"It has."

"You wanna...?" Kurama frowned slightly, as if thinking about it.

"Later," he said. "After we eat. And dance." Hiei smirked.

"Kitsune," he said, kissing him on the mouth. Kurama put his arms around him and pulled him closer. There was nothing sweeter than a kiss from his demon.

"My demon," Kurama whispered. Hiei grinned at him.

"You know, kitsune? I think I'm going to like staying with you all weekend. You gonna loosen up, or what?"

"I hope to," Kurama said. "I have time to settle things now. After...after it's over, I'll go back with you. How's that?"

"How long will it take?" Hiei asked.

"I'm shooting for Sunday night. Before they return."

"Sounds good," Hiei said. He stood and stretched. "So what's this that you need to do exactly?" he asked. "Anything I can help with?"

"Possibly," Kurama said. "But I won't know until I get there."

"Oh," Hiei said. He sat down in his own chair again. Kurama waited a little longer before he checked on the water. It was boiling nicely. He shut off the burner. He took both containers and peeled back the paper halfway. He poured the water in and weighted the paper covers down with plates to let them steam. Hiei walked over to the counter and watched them as they sat there. Kurama folded his arms around Hiei's shoulders.

"What will we do when we return?" he asked.

"Do you...want to stay in that form?" Hiei asked.

"I'm quite used to it," Kurama said.

"You don't want to give him back to Shiori?"

"I'd have to kill him to do that."

"I know."

"No. I won't. I'm too selfish for that. Besides...I don't want to hurt mother. I might...reconsider and want to see her again. I don't want her to lose " Hiei nodded.

"I see," he said. "But...you'll transform for me, won't you?"

"Of course," Kurama said. "I do miss my true form, dearly."

"Good," Hiei said. He patted Kurama's hands. "Let's eat."

"How do you know they're done?"

"I can smell it," Hiei said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"Hm." Kurama let him go and took the plates off of the noodle cups. He got two forks from the dish drain and handed one to Hiei. Hiei carefully took one of the cups and left the kitchen. Kurama followed him. They went back up to his bedroom. Hiei sat at Kurama's desk while Kurama pulled out his radio. He chose a CD he knew Hiei liked and played it. They sat and ate their noodles, Hiei finishing first. He sat anxiously waiting for Kurama to finish, and when he did, he pulled him up.

Hiei started to dance. Kurama found it unbearably adorable. He danced along with him in a subdued manner, making sure that Hiei was in the spotlight. Hiei seemed to get lost in dancing. Kurama wondered what it was about music Hiei related to. He didn't want to think about it too much, though. A part of him wanted to keep it innocent, and free of reason. Hiei just liked music, and found it a way to unwind, just as many other people did. Simply that.

Hiei stopped when certain songs came on. He was picky at times, telling Kurama he didn't like some of the songs that played. When he loved a song, he would dance with enthusiasm and try to sing along. Kurama cherished those moments. Hiei made him feel really warm on the inside.

Suddenly, Hiei stopped again. He reached for the bag and pulled out something to drink. He opened the bottle and began to gulp it down. Kurama kneeled in front of him and hugged him. Hiei continued to drink, but stroked Kurama hair for acknowledgement. After finishing his drink, Hiei sat the bottle on the desk. He kneeled in front of Kurama and rested his head on his chest. Kurama sat down and put his arms around Hiei again. Hiei looked down at him, then sat down as well. Kurama chuckled and laid down, resting his head in Hiei's lap.

"There," he said. Hiei shook his head at him. They sat like that for a long while, listening to music and just enjoying each other's company. When the CD ended, Kurama looked up at Hiei. Hiei looked like he was thinking about something. "Hey, you," Kurama said.

"What?"

"You wanna lie down?" Hiei nodded.

"Yeah. My butt's falling asleep." Kurama sat up, then stood up, helping Hiei from the ground. He sat on the edge of his bed. Hiei sat down in the computer chair and slipped off his boots. He took off his cloak. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. He got up and walked over to Kurama. He reached up and unzipped Kurama's shirt, then slid it off. Kurama always wore a white shirt underneath his school jacket, and every time Hiei took the jacket off and saw the shirt, he'd shake his head in disapproval. Tonight was no exception. He laid down on the bed behind Kurama and looked out the window.

Kurama put the junk bag on the floor, turned off his radio and shut off his lamp. He laid down next to Hiei and rested his head on his chest. Hiei held Kurama lazily around his back with his hand resting on Kurama's waist. Kurama felt warmer lying close to Hiei, he always did. Hiei's warmth was something he craved at night. His scent was something he desired, always. And the sound of his heart beating, the feel of his pulse. It was something Kurama yearned for, endlessly. Something he'd risk his life to preserve.

Kurama lifted slightly, leaned towards Hiei and kissed him on the side of the mouth. Hiei turned his face and kissed Kurama on the mouth. Kurama reached over and held his shoulder to pull him closer. Hiei made a small noise and deepened the kiss. He grabbed Kurama by the back of the neck and forced him forward. Kurama was used to Hiei's aggressive actions. He'd grown to like them. He was a rough kisser; he got very involved, as if he was trying desperately to reach the base of Kurama's throat with his tongue. Hiei also seemed to like being in control. Kurama loved to be shy beneath him, coy. He would silently beg for something more, though ordinarily, he'd just take it.

Hiei sat up and hooked his arm around Kurama's back again, turning him slightly and pulling his hand repeatedly through Kurama's hair, all without relinquishing Kurama's lips. Kurama massaged Hiei's chest with his hand, dipping his fingers along the ripples of Hiei's muscles and pinching when he reached his nipples. Hiei grinned within the kiss and turned Kurama over on his back. He straddled him and held him down by his wrists.

Hiei grinned again, almost triumphantly, then stopped. He looked down at Kurama's body and smirked this time. Kurama shivered as Hiei bared his fangs, almost threatening him with the seductive gesture. Kurama closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. His chest felt heavy suddenly, his body heat rising. Hiei leaned down, releasing Kurama's wrists. He grabbed Kurama by the sides of his body and dug his face in Kurama's navel. He breathed in deep and bit down, his teeth sliding over the fabric of Kurama's shirt. Kurama sat up and looked at him.

"Take it off, kitsune," Hiei told him. Kurama pulled his t-shirt off and Hiei bit at him again, scratching his chest with his long, oval nails. Kurama titled his head back and shook his hair across his back. Hiei lifted his head, leaned over and kissed him. He pushed him down on his back and bit and licked and scratched his chest until Kurama was squirming beneath him. He chuckled as he brought his hand down to Kurama's belt. Kurama smirked down at him, prepared to allow him to unbuckle it, when his bedroom door opened. He gasped and sat up quickly. Hiei growled at whoever interrupted their private time.

If the parts of the story seem to stop abruptly, it's because the story as a whole is continuous, and therefore, it isn't broken up into separate chapters. It's kind of awkward trying to find the best place to leave off without making the parts I post too long. Unless you like long posts, of course. Then, I won't worry about it. Thanks for reading and please review. I hope to update soon!

J3