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Story

It was a nice sunny day, as Hiei was accompanying his three 'friends', while they were walking down the stairs, away from Genkai's. At the moment he had nothing else to do, so he decided to spend his free time with his other fighting comrades… He was already starting to regret that decision.

As he stood in the back, he was forced to listen to Yusuke blabber and complain. The tall fool wouldn't stop pestering him, wanting to fight him for some reason or another. Kurama was the only sensible one of the bunch who he even bothered to strike a conversation with… not that he wanted to talk at the moment.

The oaf continued to banter on about his sister, Yukina, and the image of him slices his head from his shoulders was starting to become more and more appealing by the second. Why couldn't he just keep quiet for once?

Glancing up he spotted Yusuke still arguing with himself, about his life and that girl he is always bickering with, Keiko. Not that he was paying attention of course, but that didn't stop Yusuke from yelling to the air about problems with his 'job' and how the toddler always bossing him around. An irritated sigh escaped the fire apparition's lips.

As if his prayers where answered, Yusuke and even Kuwabara stopped talking, and it was quiet. He was about to sigh in relief, but then he noticed the reason they went silent…

Glancing up he spotted a girl, walking towards them, up the stairs. Everyone paused in their decent, watching the raven haired woman as she approached them. When she reached us, she walked passed Yusuke and the others, as if they weren't even there, and straight to him.

His crimson orbs locked onto her blue pools and-- A powerful force smacked across his face, whipping his head to the side from the sudden impact. He stood frozen in place for a few moments, registering what happened.

Her hand still trembled in the air, and her breathing was ragged. Her cheeks took on a heated color in rage and embarrassment. Her chest swelled up as she gave a loud and irritated huff, before turning on her heels and storming off, back down the stairs without a word, her mission completed.

He slowly turning his head back, unfazed, and stared at her back with his indifferent expression as she stomped away from them. He snorted, before reaching up and harshly brushing his slightly burnt cheek with his knuckles. A smirk crept onto his face as a heated feeling flowed through his body from the image she gave him. Such a fiery female. Her anger fueled him like no other, and he couldn't help but enjoy himself tormenting her in ways that purposely upset her--

Suddenly his ears were bombarded with questions from both the Buffoon and Detective. 'Who was that?' 'Why did she hit you?' 'What the hell!? You are just going to take that!?'

He glanced over at Kurama. He was not asking questions, but just watched him with a curious glint in his eyes. If anything, he was probably the only one who might look on with understanding… if he told him…

Placing his attention back on the other two idiots in front of him, he huffed, not answering their questions as they continued to assault him with their ridiculous ideas, and fantasies, only their perverted and pea-brained minds could regurgitate from utter garbage.

He disappeared using his speed, not particularly wanting to deal with this nonsense at the moment. They wouldn't understand, even if he told them-- and quite frankly, it was none of their damn business…

He was lying on a branch, his back propped up against the tree. He was inside a secluded area of a park, and it was free from all the loud and annoying humans who buzz around, causing such a disastrous racket.

Here, he could be alone-- A yell from below caused him to sigh. Yet it seems he was proven wrong…

Glancing down he had to stop the smirk that threatened to show itself, as a familiar woman was angrily glaring back at him, obviously wanting to speak to him about… something. Wonder what it could be--? He huffed, resisting another smirk, already knowing what it is she wanted, and calmly jumped down from his perch, landing soundlessly on the grassy floor.

The moment his feet landed, she wasted no time in assaulting his ears, and repeatedly jabbing his chest with her pointer finger. She started to argue with him--

"You promised to spar with me." He knows, he was the one who made the arrangement after all-- He mentality smirked. "You forgot-- Again! Didn't you!?" No, he did not forget, he purposely didn't go... "You rarely show up, and if you do, you're late… and it's not just with sparring matches either!"

Now that he looks at it, this is not really an argument. It's more like an agitated rant that she insists on bestowing upon him-- It is only an argument when the other person is yelling back… He hasn't spoken a word yet, and she was the only one upset.

He on the other hand was getting more and more amused with each passing second the angrier she became-- which only severed fuel her rage ever more… And so it was a never ending circle of entertainment for him.

The way her cheeks would flush, giving its red hue. Her eyes would shine with a newfound spark in them, as she glared at him with such fire. How her chest would heave and move with each inhale of breath, only to continue yelling out her anger filled words, her emotions get the best of her in the heat of the moment.

Or how her fists would clinch, her arms glued to her sides, and her legs locked into place. Only to move every now and then to give a huffed, stomping to prove her point, while poking him in the chest with her delicate finger. Her hair gently flowing about her as her powers would fade in and out of control unable to hold them in this state. Sparks would push against his skin, giving him chills from the raw power she possessed.

If he angers her so, then she should turn him to ash with a touch. She is more then capable to, but she doesn't…

"You egotistic, self-centered little--" Reaching up he gently touched her cheek, trailing his knuckles down her soft and heated flesh. She instantly stilled, her anger quickly dissipating by the touch. She was so easy to please… after all, it was rare for him to shows any kind of affection towards her.

Seeing her cheeks flush, but for a different reason, he felt a since of accomplishment, knowing that he won the argument without even speaking one word...

He turned and walked away from her form, the smirk finally appeared on his face, showing his accomplishment.

Hiei continued his daunting stroll down the street, going to his destination, a small restaurant a few feet away. He was going there because she wanted to 'talk' and 'hang out together beyond training.' Why she would wish to do so was a question that continued to elude his thoughts. He was not much of the 'talking' type, after all-- He believed she called it a 'Date' or some nonsense, not like he cared what she called it. No doubt she has left by now anyway. He was two hours late…

Just as he approached the building, she slowly walked out of the door, with her shoulders slumped and a defeated expression adoring her face. He was surprised to see her, and was slightly impressed she waited so long for him. Does she wait this long every time he doesn't show up for their arrangements?

She looked up, and the moment her blue orbs locked onto his crimson ones, her depressed state instantly flipped around-- yet to his delight it was not joy or happiness, like most would be when their 'date' arrives at their appointed meeting place…

Her power flared out, and something large slammed against his head as she swung her personal carrying bag, whacking him in the skull. He couldn't stop the smirk as it crept its way into his face from the sudden violent display.

She harshly shoved him in the chest, and he purposely stumbled back, to make her feel superior against him… for the moment… to raise her self-esteem.

"This is the 127th time!" Really? He wasn't counting… Has she really put up with him for that long--? Good for her…

She then proceeded to swear at him, which was new-- He didn't know she swore… He smirked.

She shoved him repeatedly until he was pressed against a streetlamp. Her power flared, and he hissed in pleasure as its raw energy smacked against his senses.

Her eyes hardened at him in rage, and her jaw was clinched tight. Her body was trembling in anger as her energy whipped around her viciously. Her voice sang out as she yelled every word in the book at him in insults, her face red as a beet. Her eyes shown with such ferocity that it made his body shiver again, and he smirked in response. Then after childishly beating him in the arms and head with her bag, she roared in rage, before stomping away from him, going home.

Watching her retreating back, he couldn't help but feel his chest rumble with a growl. A heated feeling flowed through his veins from the excitement she gave him, thanks to that little outburst.

Hmm… If she is this upset now… Wonder what she will do when she finally finds out he is doing these things on purpose?

Hiei was lying on the grassy floor, his back pressed against the base of the tree. His eyes were closed and he was resting-- Until a familiar energy pushed against his, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking around.

Not spotting her he frowned, and stood up, checking again. He smirked when he watched her appear out of the tree line, walking up to him. Hmm… she must be pretty upset if he sensed her from a distance like that. She's not controlling her powers--

He gave a small hiss as a powerful blow smacked against his face, along with a good sting of her purifying powers. He groaned in discomfort and slowly turned his head back around to face her yet again.

His eyes widened slightly as he watched tears weld in her eyes, before tumbling down her pale cheeks. Her angry voice cracked, as she pleaded with him… asking him why he would do such a thing on today as well. Her tone lowered to a whisper and her body started to tremble in anger and sadness.

Raising her hands she gave his chest a shove but he stood strong, unmoving this time. This only seemed to anger her more, and she started to yell at him, expressing all the hurt and pain she felt because of him.

He could only stare as he watched the tears trail down her face, and his chest ached, a heated feeling flowing in his veins, pumping through his body. As she shook her head over and over again, trying to deny the truth, wanting to think that he cared…

The tears doubled, and sobs escaped from her lips, her shoulders shuddering with each weep and sniffle. Her eyes were closed tight, as if trying to shut out the world, while still trying to convince herself it wasn't true.

When she snapped her eyes back open, a new flame sparked in them and his body twitched at the image-- It reminded him so much of the first time he meet her… and how she tried to fight with all her might against him, for that precious jewel of hers…

His head whipped to the side, as a familiar force smacked across his cheek yet again. When he turned his head back around, he saw her rear her hand back, going to strike him again. He caught her wrist before she made contact and she growled in irritation.

She started to struggle against his hold, while repeatedly pounding against his chest over and over again, expressing her rage and hate on him. The beats of her small fist thumped against his stiff body, the echoing vibration sending an unknown feeling through him.

He watched as she desperately continued to vent her anger on him, until the harsh beats started to slowly grow weaker and weaker, and her attack turned back into weeps. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, as her eyes dulled slightly in sadness. Yet even in her heartbroken state she continued to pound his chest, each time she lifted her arm, seemingly become more and more difficult for her to move.

His attention was elsewhere as he watched the tears roll down her cheeks softly, framing her delicate and slightly flushed face. His heart was racing in his chest from the image she gave him, and his grip on her wrist tightened unconsciously.

Her words became whispers of hurt and longing, wanting him to do or say something, before the sobs were muffling her speech. Hiccups and weeps of her distress escaped from her trembling and pale lips, and his crimson orbs locked onto them. He felt himself lick his own dry lips, as he continued to watch hers move up and down, slowly speaking to him, yet her words were now mute, falling on deaf ears.

A heated feeling flowed through him, as if his veins were on fire. He gave a growl, before he suddenly leaned forward and hungrily slammed his lips against her own, earning a small gasp of surprise from her. He took the opportunity and deepened his want and desire for her taste, and reached out with his free hand, placing it behind her head, his fingers tangling in her silky raven locks.

He knew his actions would raise questions from her afterwards, but it was too late now… For his body already knew what he wanted, and acted the way it did for a reason…

The more you hate me… The more I find myself loving you…

Fin~

Hope you liked it! It was a random thought I had with that last sentence, and it somehow turned into short story. Lol. I thought Hiei might have been a little out of character at the end though, so tell me what you think.

Review, and remember I'm taking requestsif you want. Still got a ton of guys on my list though, but don't let that stop you from placing what you would like to see, because I'll still look over them. If I like the idea or think the guy would look good with Kagome, and he's not already on my list, I'll put him on it.

Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did creating it.

Anon Sara: Of course. I was going to add Naruto to the Naruto list, once I actually start writing it, lol. (Along with Gaara and the others) And I'll add Draco as well.

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