Summary; Kurama never sleeps because of his Insomnia, but attends school anyway. Hiei, the new student at school saves the redhead when he passes out down a flight of stairs. He thought he'd never see the boy again, but fate apparently doesn't think so. HxK.

Disclaimer; Everything is of the creation of Yoshihiro Togashi-sama. Everything but the plot, of course.

Note; Wow! Less than a month for an update! New record! I couldn't really think of a chapter title for this one. So, yeah. Thank you Chaseha-Wing for giving me ideas for this chapter. XD Love you! Enjoy!

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"Odd…"

"What?" Kurama asked confused. He didn't even know the guys name! Why should he tell him about his past?

"Tell me what really happened on March 23rd," Hiei commanded, grabbing Kurama's thin wrist.

"N-no!"

"And why the hell not?"

"Who the hell are you, first of all?" Kurama said, yanking his wrist from Hiei's grasp. He wobbled slightly, a spell of dizziness casting over him. He held his head for a bit until it went away.

Hiei was glaring daggers at him. "I'm Hiei, we have damned first period together."

"Ms. Yakimachi's class? How come I didn't see you?" Kurama asked confused.

The raven-haired boy fought the urge to roll his eyes. "That's because you were fucking unconscious. Is all you ever do is sleep?"

Kurama was taken-back. He looked down at his feet, the hood of his jacket falling. "No…" he muttered.

"What?" Hiei asked, his expression softening.

"No. I almost never sleep. But that's all you're getting!" Kurama yelled and turned to begin walking off again. And he would have if another wave of dizziness hadn't come over him and caused him to lean on a nearby tree.

Hiei's mood changed a whole lot then. He can't be mad at someone who's like this. And he had no reason to be mad about anyways. Just because the guy wont tell him about his past? That's one way you are an inconsiderate jerk or a spoiled brat.

Kurama got off the tree and slowly made his way over to the bench and sat down. He was too tired to walk. What drained him of his energy?

Someone sat down next to him.

"Sorry I snapped. Didn't mean to," Hiei muttered, settling his elbows on his knees and looking down as the rain drops hit the ground and caused what looked like a tiny explosion of liquid. It was quite beautiful. "I'm just a jerk."

Kurama didn't expect this. Not one bit. He looked over and took down his hood, letting his crimson mane sprout from its cave. "Jerk? At least you bother talking to me," he said. "Almost no one ever talks to me besides Yuusuke, Kuwa, and Ms. Yakimachi. And Doc said you saved me. No one else would have done that. I bet they would've just let me drop. I seem to always have this expression on that I want to die or something. But I don't want to die. I just want to sleep. I just want to live my life like normal people."

Kurama was surprised. He hasn't even told Yuusuke this. So, why was he telling Hiei? And Hiei seemed to have read his mind.

"Why are you telling me all this?" he asked. "I've only seen you once or twice since we've met."

"I honestly don't know," Kurama replied in a broken tone. "I guess I can just let out my feelings. Yuusuke… If I told Yuusuke what I'm telling you know, he'd feel sorry for me for weeks on end and I would never be able to leave his house until I eat something. Kuwabara wouldn't care. He just seems to tag along because Yuusuke is one of the toughest guys in the school. Or at least he thinks so. He's too conceited. Thinking he can get anyone he wants with no reason why. And he never even bothers. There's a girl, Keiko, who is practically heels over head for him. But he won't budge. I tell him I don't need him all the time. I have no idea why he's still by me."

Hiei's head was spinning. What?

"Sorry," Kurama said and blushed a small blush that was barely noticeable on his pale skin.

"For what?" Hiei asked.

"For throwing this all on you. I'll just go now," Kurama got up once more and tried to leave but them once again, Hiei stopped him.

"Wait."

"Again? What for?"

"You said you need someone to listen to you, right?"

Kurama nodded.

"And you're about as thin as my pinky. How about you come over to my house… er… temple, and you can have some dinner with us?"

The redhead looked unsure.

"Why not? I'm not going to poison you. And Yukina makes the best food you will ever taste."

"Now, why are you trying so hard to get this guy to come with you?" Hiei's inner voice asked. "Are you going to try to get in his pants? Ever hear of date-rape? You can get arrested!"

Hiei mentally slapped the mini-him in his head for saying that.

"Erm… Fine, I guess," Kurama finally gave in. "Just don't expect me to eat much."

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Kurama was right when he said he wasn't going to eat much. He barely ate at all, thought he had to admit the food was pretty good. After dinner, Hiei insisted that he take a snack and they could talk in his room, but Kurama politely declined. He didn't want to boy to realize his problems. That was all he needed.

"Why didn't you eat much?" Hiei asked the redhead.

"I ate earlier, I guess I just wasn't that hungry," he lied, shrugging on his jacket.

"Okay…" Hiei hummed lightly. Then he held out his hand.

Kurama looked at it questioningly. Didn't shaking ones hand mean a signal of trust? Kurama hasn't trusted anyone for a while. But he had this…odd feeling that he could trust the raven-haired teen. He reached out his hand slowly, unsure. Suddenly he sneezed, covering his face with that hand and turning away.

Hiei muttered a "Bless you."

"S-sorry about that," he said softly and Hiei handed him a tissue.

"Heh, whatever. See you tomorrow," Hiei said

Kurama smiled a small smile and nodded, leaving the temple.

Hiei leaned against the door frame and watched the redhead leave. He sure was an odd guy. He then looked into the sky. You could see the dark clouds against the dark blue of the sky and the white shining stars and hear the soft pattering of the rain. Hiei slightly hoped the redhead didn't get sick. He shook his head after that thought. Whatever.

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Kurama looked up into his room in the late night. It was nearing ten o'clock, so most of the lights in the house were turned off. Only his bedroom and his parent's bedroom lights were shining brightly. There was a low growling in the sky and the redhead grimaced as his hair began to stick to his face.

He went to the tree by his window. Slowly, he made his way up the tree. The moss and wet bark made it difficult to climb up, but the low hanging branches helped him keep hold. But when he was nearly up the tree and reaching towards his window to open it, the branch he had settled in cracked.

His eyes widened in surprise and down he went with the branch, a small cry erupting from his throat. A sharp pain went through his ankle as he landed in the rose bushes his mother lined up along the house. He winced. Ouch, that wasn't very pleasant. He sat there holding his ankle until the pain wore off.

Suddenly, he heard the front door to his home swing open. Kurama trained his neck to see who was there and found that it was his step-father, Kazuya. He must've heard the tree crack and Kurama's cry.

Kurama ducked down in the bushes. He didn't care if the thorns penetrating his skin hurt like hell, he just didn't want the elder male to find out that he had snuck out of the house. After a few agonizing minutes, Kazuya went away.

Slowly the redhead stood up, putting most of his little weight on his left ankle and foot. He scaled the tree as quickly and as carefully as possible as to not hurt his other ankle more than it was. Which was nearly impossible.

It wasn't as though it were broken, he hoped—he could still move it even if he got many sharp shots of angry pain. Probably, it was just a sprain.

He tumbled into his room via window, thankful he conveniently placed his bed near the window for a soft landing. He shed his slightly damp jacket and tossed it to what he hoped was the laundry basket. Then he changed into his flannel pajama pants and t-shirt.

A knock sounded on his door.

"Come in," Kurama answered and Kazuya peeked in.

"Kurama? You alright? I thought I heard a crash outside," the middle-aged man asked.

"I'm alright. It was probably just the thunder," Kurama replied in a smooth voice, not looking at his step-father.

Kazuya sighed. This boy… Never looking at him, never any emotion in his voice; he was like a robot.

"Okay. Well, I was just checking if you were alright. Good night," he said and Kazuya closed the door, not expecting a reply and not getting one.

Kurama coughed a little and covered his mouth with his hand. He hoped he wasn't getting sick. Sighing himself, he lay down on his bed and switched off his bedside lamp.

He stayed awake the whole night again.

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When Shiori woke the next morning, something was off. Way off.

"Odd…" she thought.

She got out of bed with a groan and left the room, grabbing her robe along the way. Tying the strap around her waist, she went downstairs.

She was surprised that her son was not downstairs that morning. So there was no breakfast cooking. No bacon sizzling on the frying pan. No toast slowly cooking in the toaster. Not one bit of food.

Surprised, she scaled the steps of her home to her son's room. When she opened the door, Kurama was sitting in the middle of his bed, hugging his pillow. He coughed a few times into the pillow, but didn't look up when Shiori entered the room. It didn't even look like he even noticed.

"Kurama," she called out softly.

The redhead jumped and stared wide-eyed at his mother. There were deep purple bags under his eyes.

"Mother? What are you doing in here?" Kurama asked. "I thought you were asleep."

She ignored his question and looked at the bags underneath Kurama's beautiful green eyes. Noticing her gaze, he buried his face in the pillow.

"Please get out," he said.

Slowly, she did.

Kurama kept his face buried in his pillow until he heard his mothers bedroom door shut. Then suddenly, he perked up, slapped his hand over his mouth and ran out into the separated bathroom. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his ankle, he leaned over the porcelain bowl and threw up his stomachs few contents.

Coughing a bit afterwards, he wiped his mouth on a washcloth and downed a glass of water. He splashed water on his face and looked in the mirror, nearly stumbling backwards at the sight.

He was deathly pale and the rings under his eyes were a dark bruise purple. His nose was slightly red.

"Shit, I think I'm sick."

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Hiei walked into the school building just as the school bell rang. Five minutes until homeroom. He waltzed over to his homeroom class. Since he didn't come to the room the day before, he noticed he had the brown-haired boy from yesterday with his head in the palm of his hand and his elbow on the desk, staring at the wood. Yuusuke, he thinks his name was.

He sat two seats away from him, throwing his bag on the floor.

Yuusuke's head perked up and he looked at the raven-haired boy. Looking at the teacher, and then looking at the seat behind Hiei, he grabbed his stuff and went to the seat.

He tapped on Hiei's shoulder. When the boy didn't turn, he did it again.

"What?" Hiei snapped and turned around.

"Have you seen Kurama today?" Yuusuke asked, looking at Hiei with hope in his eyes.

Hiei shook his head slowly, "No I haven't. I thought you were with him."

Yuusuke let air out through closed teeth and ran a hand through his hair, "Damn. He's never been absent before, no matter what."

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I'm not going to say I think it sucked, 'cause I do that at the end of every story and chapter. (Thought I very well think so.) Lol. Thank you all who reviewed including, Chaseha-Wing, BlackRoseTenshi, and chrono-contract. Love you all and please bear with me if the next chapter takes forever. Thank you, please R&R, love you, and bye-bye! :)

-XK