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WARNINGS: Shonen ai. Boy/boy relationships. Nothing different from anything else I write, but... it seemed appropriate... In case someone suddenly came in in the middle of the story, and didn't know it was shonen ai... okay, I'll shut up now. n.n;;

Hatoko: Straight down to business this afternoon (even though it's currently 10:04 pm). This one-shot is both a thank you for everyone who has helped me achieve over fifty reviews, as well as a belated "Happy Valentine's" fic for all you peeps. I promise that the next actual chapter for "TDTHF" is already done, and just waiting to be posted. I, however, wanted to post this first, so... That's how it went! n.n Now, a big, huge thanks to all of my reviews. In this list, is every reviewer that has ever reviewed. Exciting ne? Anyways, please give a big round of applause to:

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And to all those people mentioned above (and anyone else who could be reading this, I suppose), I will post the next chapter of "TDTHF" in only a few days. I'll wait until I think I have gotten feedback from everyone that's going to give it, then I'll post the real chapter. Which means, it will probably only be a day or two. n.n;;

Hatoko: Anyways, here we go! n.n

My First Valentine

Narrator's POV

It happened as it did every night: after Kurama had finished eating dinner with his human family, he would go to his room to do his homework. This usually took place from anywhere between 7:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. He would sit at his desk, trying to concentrate, but was unable to get a certain someone out of his head. Speaking of that someone, it was about time they showed up, ne?

-.-.-.-.-

As if on que, Kurama heard the tapping of the object of his obsession knocking sharply on the window. He glanced at his homework as he turned towards aforementioned window, and grimaced. He hadn't done a single thing since he sat down half an hour ago, but think of his night visitor. Said night visitor then slid the window back, and hopped through the opening. Kurama had always thought that it was terribly cute that his visitor always knocked on the window before coming in, as if to make sure Kurama wasn't doing anything he'd regret others seeing. Kurama smiled brilliantly at his visitor.

"Good evening, Hiei," Kurama said, a small blush rising in his already flushed cheeks. Yes, that's right. Kurama's "secret crush" was the one, the only, Jaganshi Hiei, the one least likely to return his heartfelt emotions. But, unfortunately fortunate for Kurama, he had already come to accept this as his fate. Yet, for some reason, he just couldn't stop himself from getting excited whenever he saw Hiei, which, happened on the same schedule every day.

"Hn. 'Evening, Fox," Hiei mumbled.

Kurama flushed a deeper red and his smile brightened in spite of himself. He desperately needed to get control, yet it was so cute the way Hiei said "'evening", that Kurama just couldn't help himself.

"You seem awefully happy," Hiei commented.

'Well, why wouldn't I be?' Kurama thought. Instead, he chose to say, "Maybe you're just grouchy in comparison to my up-beat personality."

Hiei raised one thin eyebrow at Kurama.

"No..." he voiced. "You are more cheerful than usually today. Besides, I thought that today was one of the better days I've had."

"Well, that's good," Kurama beamed. "What happened to put you in such a mood?"

'Avoiding the question like a rat does a cat,' Hiei thought. However, he decided to humor the not-so-little fox, and talked to him about the events of the day.

-.-.-.-.-

The schedule of the night progressed precisely as always, leaving a disappointed fox to get into bed that night, alone, with Hiei taking his place by the window. Kurama rolled over in bed to face the wall. Hiei was sitting on his window sill, just a few feet from him, gazing at the stars, and Kurama was finding it very hard to not gaze at him. He had been fidgetting ever since he had layed down, and was trying to think of some suitable conversation to strike up with his crush. Try as he might, however, he could not think of a single thing to say that wouldn't make him sound stupid. so, he opted for the old standby, and pretended to go to sleep. Completely routine.

Just as Kurama had been starting to drift off, he heard a rustle as Hiei stood up from his window seat.

'Must be leaving now,' he thought, dejectedly. 'Just like always...'

Kurama became confused, however, as he heard Hiei's foot steps coming closer to his bed. Kurama opened one eye half way, and found himself starting up at the ceiling.

'Oh... I must've rolled around in my... "sleep"...' he thought sarcastically.

His thoughts were interuptted, and he quickly snapped his eye back shut as he heard Hiei pause right above him.

"Fox," Hiei breathed. "You're so pretty when you sleep. But, that's not really saying much; you're pretty all the time."

Kurama tried his best to keep his breathing slow and deep as he listened to Hiei's confessions.

"I only wish... that I could tell you that I feel this way about you... but, you'd never understand..."

Kurama was having a hard time keeping his emotions under check themore he listened to Hiei. Who would've thought that the young fire demon carried such deep emotions behind the thoughtless mask?

Suddenly, Kurama felt the air around him move, and popped back to his senses just in time to feel soft lips against his own, a rough, yet gentle hand carressing his cheek, which he unconciously leaned into. Hiei leaned back and wispered, "Good night, Love. I can only hold you in my dreams... Gomen."

Then, he turned on his heel, and was out the window without another word, not even a glance back.

Kurama sat bolt upright in his bed, staring at his now open window. Although it was winter, Kurama didn't seem to feel the torrent of cold air that swept onto him from outside and over his half covered body. He slowly brought a trembling hand to his lips.

"Hiei... likes me?" he whispered to the tree outside his window.

This was certainly not routine.

-.-.-.-.-

Kurama had been unable to sleep for the rest of the night. He was still sitting in the same position on his bed when his alarm clock sounded the next morning. He was snapped out of his reverie by the annoying beeping of the aforementioned alarm, and he hit it a little more agressively than he meant, and knocked it on the floor. He stood up, and walked across his now frozen floor to shut the window that Hiei had left open last night. He stretched, and all of his joints cracked from almost a full night of not moving. He sighed.

'I wonder if Hiei meant what he said...' Kurama thought with a spark of hope.

He shut the window, dressed, and walked down the stairs. His mother was no where to be seen, presumably still upstairs, so he walked into the kitchen so he could begin making breakfast. There, he found a note stuck to the counter from Shiori.

Shuichi:

I had to go into the office early today, and I will probably be staying late, as well. I left some money in the dish next to the sink, so you can buy whatever for lunch and dinner. Don't think that because it's the weekend, you can slack off in your studies and chores! I love you, dear, and I'll be home as soon as I can.

Shiori

"'Kaasan..." Kurama laughed as he read the note.

He walked over to the sink, reached into the dish, pulled out said money, then crumpled the note and threw it into the garbage. He then paced around the kitchen, making breakfast for himself, last night's incident completely swept from his mind.

-.-.-.-.-

Kurama walked through the door late that night. He had gone to see Yusuke and the gang, minus Hiei, and the gathering had sort of developed into a full fledged party.

Kurama made his way upstairs, and hiccupped as he entered his room, a slight blush on his face. (A/N: Guess what they served at the party, kiddies! That's right, alchohol! n.n)

He stumbled across the floor, and entered the bathroom, in hopes of taking a shower, or, at least brushing his teeth, however, whenever he looked at the tiled floor, his head spun, and it hurt like the Dickens! So, instead, he stumbled back across his room, and was about to collapse on his bed and stay there for the rest of his life, when he noticed someone sitting on the aforementioned bed, watching him.

"H-hiei!" he managed to gasp. "What are you doing?"

"I should be the one asking that," Hiei said, matter-of-factly. "Why are you drunk?" he asked as he got up and pushed Kurama onto the bed.

Suddenly, he realized, however, that Kurama wasn't the only one going down; Kurama had flung his arms around Hiei's neck at the last minute.

"K-kurama!" he spluttered, thankful that Kurama had been too drunk to turn on the lights, lest a brilliant blush be seen creeping up the hiyoukai's features. "What are you doing!"

"What does it look like?" Kurama asked in his drunken slur. "I'm going to kiss you."

Hiei's blush increased ten-fold at this, and he felt Kurama's hands slide from his neck, and move into his back. Kurama suddenly sat up, making Hiei plop down into his lap with a yelp, and he flung his arms around Kurama's neck. Startled, Hiei didn't realize what was happening until Kurama's soft lips were pressed against his own. Hiei stopped flailing, and unconsciously leaned into the kiss. Kurama smirked at this, and took this opportunity to make the kiss deeper. He slid his tonge sensually across Hiei's bottom lip, begging for entrance, and was delighted when Hiei complied.

Immediately, Hiei was met with a powerful taste of alchohol, with a sweet undertone, almost like an apple.

Kurama pulled Hiei's cloak off, and pushed him back onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. He began to pull Hiei's shirt out of his safely tucked pants, when he suddenly pushed Kurama of off him. Kurama's alchohol-numbed brain didn't register what had happened until he was already on the floor at Hiei's feet. Hiei looked guiltily down at the kitsune.

"Gomen," Hiei said as he quickly pulled his cloak back on. "I-I can't."

'Not when it's the alchohol making the moves. It will make him wind up doing something he'll regret,' he thought as he flitted out the window.

Kurama sat on the floor in numbed silence for a while, before he dazzedly got up and collapsed onto his bed, still fully clothed, and fell asleep.

-.-.-.-.-

"Argh..."

The sun was very bright that morning. The funny thing was, the shades were closed. Kurama put a hand on his head, trying to stop the vicious drumming in his brain, giving him the worst headache he ever remembered having.

"Did I... get drunk... last night?" he mumbled groggily.

He tried to remember the events of the previous night, but to no avail. He remember Yusuke calling him up that afternoon, and asking if he wanted to come hang out at Genkai's, and then, Kuwabara pulled some sake and beer out of no where, and... he remembered having a few drinks...

"Shit..." he moaned.

The fact that he couldn't remember a thing more than "having a few drinks", meant that he got smashed last night. Which, considering how much and often his Youko side drank, which gave him a unnaturally high tolerance, meant he had had one hell of a lot of booze.

"Well, no sense on brooding on what I could've done now," he said to himself, sullenly. "I suppose if it was something really serious, I'll here about it eventually..."

He got up to get himself a glass of water to help with the pounding in his cranium, when he realized he was still fully dressed.

"Jeez," he said. "I must've really been out of it. I don't even remember coming home, let alone going to bed..."

He stumbled into the bathroom, the prospect of a shower looking more appealing by the second. Before he managed to step into the tile box, he felt a sudden urge of sick wash over him. As quickly as he could, he turned around, and moved towards the toilet, just making it before yesterday's meals came up with an appealing colour of brownish/greenish/orangish.

"Well, that was pleasant," he mummered, after the wave of nausea had passed. "Remind me never to let Yusuke convince me that drinking with him is a good thing..."

He got out his toothbrush, loaded it with as much toothpaste was would fit on the bristles without danger of falling off, and plunged it into his mouth, furiously stroking the brsh across his teeth and gums none-too-gently, trying to get the horrible taste of alchohol-induced vomit out of his mouth.

With that finally accomplished, after about ten minutes of hard brushing before Kurama actually felt clean enough, he undressed, and stepped into the warm shower, all of his troubles instantly flowing away with the warm water.

-.-.-.-.-

After Kurama was dressed, and feeling much better than he had earlier, he went about his normal routine:

1) Cook breakfast

2) Tidy up the house

3) Visit Yusuke and the gang - DO NOT DRINK!

4) Lunch

5) Study

6) Chores

7) Dinner

8) Read/Homework

9) Wait for Hiei/Bed

Kurama had had a continuous pounding in his poor head all day. When he finally got home, and was ready to start number seven on the list, he was just baout ready to call it a night right then. However, he knew that if he went to bed now, he wouldn't be able to see Hiei later, so, he went about his normal routine as if he didn't have a hanger-over that was making his vision blurry.

When the time got to number nine on the list, Kurama was ecstatic.

'Finally, I can lay down...' Kurama thought happily as he pulled back the sheets of his bed. He was just about to sit on his fluffy mattress, when a familiar knocking came at the window. Kurama smiled, and turned in time to see Hiei slide the window open and hop through.

"Why, good evening, Hiei," Kurama said, fighting back the urge to yawn and look cheerful at the same time.

Hiei didn't say anything, merely stared at the fox, as if expecting him to say something more.

"Is something on your mind, Hiei?" Kurama asked worriedly. He would hate it if something had happened to his hiyoukai friend, and not be able to do anything to try and help.

After a few minutes, Hiei shook his head ever-so-slightly.

"Nothing is wrong, if that's what you mean, fox," he said, nonchalantly. "But, it would be hard for something not to be on my mind, because there is never a time when a mind that is alive isn't thinking, subconsciously, or no."

Kurama smiled at his friend's comment.

"Of course..." Kurama muttered, turning away to stifle a yawn.

"You're tired, Kitsune," Hiei said. "Forget about me and go to sleep."

"Alright..." Kurama mumbled, walking back to his bed and sliding under the covers. "Good night, Hiei."

"Good night, fox," Hiei replied.

After a good ten minutes or so, Hiei heard Kurama's breathing even out, and he turned from his seat at the window to look at the fox.

"He obviously doesn't remember what he did when he was drunk... which is for the better... wouldn't want him remembering things he'll regret, now do we?"

Hiei returned his gaze out the window, and nodded off just as the sun peaked over the horizon.

-.-.-.-.-

Narrator's POV

The next morning... ah yes, nothing seemed particularly different about this day. As a matter of fact, it seemed just like an other day. However, it was also coincidentally a certain holiday that a certain hiyoukai and youko combo had forgotten about, and yet it was this holiday that marked something very special. This holiday marked something special for all lovers, not just the two fated to reveal their feelings on this one day. It is said that boyfriends will propose to their girlfriends on that day, and lovers and couples will go out and celebrate their love on this day. However, completely coincidence it was that these two lovers found out what they truely meant to eachother on that day. If you had told either of them that it would happen, they both would've scoffed, and told you that that was one of the most sappy things imaginable. Well, because it was, really.

-.-.-.-.-

The next morning, Kurama woke up before his alarm. He sighed, sat up, glanced around his room, and almost fell off his bed out of shock. There, on his window sill, was a silently napping fire demon. Kurama stood up, and tip-toed over to the han-koorime, and waved a hand in front of his face. Judging by the fact that Kurama still had both hands firmly attatched to his wrists, meant that Hiei was indeed, in the aforementioned state of sleep. How cute!

He very quietly and very slowly moved closer to the flying shadow, fully prepared to milk the situation for all it was worth. He kept moving closer and closer to the Jaganshi, until he was but a few centimeters away, and knelt down next to the sill so that his face would be equal to that of the other youkai's. He ever-so-slowly moved his head towards Hiei's, putting one arm around his shoulders, the other around his waist, no longer caring if he woke up. And he did. But, Kurama didn't care, true to his words, and just proceded in kissing the smaller youkai.

Kurama pulled back after a few seconds to see a very astonished Hiei looking back at him.

"Kurama..." Hiei began, but the kitsune held a finger to the hiyoukai's lips.

"I know what you are going to say..." he said. "And I don't want to hear it. Please, just let this be."

"But, Kurama," Hiei said once the fox had taken his hand away from his mouth. "I was going to tell you that I loved you. If you tell me now that you didn't want to hear what I had to say, I know you'd be lying."

"Hiei..." Kurama breathed, tears forming in his eyes. "I never thought I'd hear that from you directly... I-I don't know what to say..."

"'I love you too', would be preferable, Fox," Hiei commented, smirking.

"Hai, Hiei," Kurama whispered, gathering the hiyoukai into a tight embrace. "I love you too."

"SHUICHI!" came a shout from downstairs. "I know you have the day off, but that doesn't mean you can stay in bed all day!"

Kurama fell over, and Hiei sighed.

"That woman really knows how to ruin the mood," he commented dryly.

"Oh, don't worry, Hiei," Kurama replied smoothly. "There will be other chances."

Kurama stood up to get dressed, and glanced at the calender as he was going by. He almost laughed out loud with the irony.

"Ne, Hiei," Kurama giggled. "You know what day it is?"

"No. Why?" Hiei asked, confused.

"It's Valentine's Day."

Indeed, Hiei couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself. (1)

-Owari-

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(1): I'm not really the type that believes that hiei is all that naive of the human world. I think that he would know what holidays were, and I know for a fact that he knows how to read (proof in the episode where Yusuke gets kidnapped by Kaito and them, he reads the randsom note thingy all by himself! n.n;;). Anyways, yeah. I just wanted to throw that out there.

Hatoko: Sorry how it kinda got rushed their, at the end, but, I was already late with this, not to mention, I had decided to get it up before my next chapter... AND DO YOU REALIZE IT'S BEEN MORE THAN A MONTH SINCE I LAST UPDATED? I'm shocked and ashamed at myself! I can get six chapters up in less then thirty days, yet I can't even write a single one-shot to be on a fashionably late level. URGH! I'm so mad at myself right now! When I realized it had been more than a month... I actually rolled over my own toe with my computer chair. It hurt. A whole lot. Still does, as a matter of fact. But, yeah... I have no excuse for taking so long, except that I am a horrible procrastinator. GOMEN NASAI, MINNA-SAN! (bows as low to the ground as humanly and animally possible)

Hatoko: Anyways... I would appreciate it greatly if you reviewed. You know what they say... "Reviews are an updates' best friend!" Or, I might've just made that up. You never know. But, as I think I might've mentioned before, I have the next real chappie all done, and that will have reviewer responses from chapter five and this in it, so... yeah. I guess that's it. Happy Belated Valentine's Day, and I deeply thank all of you who have spported me and reviewed so far! (bows)

-Hatoko-

P.S. I just thought I'd let you all know, that from know on, I will be deticating individual chapters to individual reviewers. Basically, starting with the ones who have reviewed from the prologue, and so on. Just in case anyone cares. Not that anyone will, but... yeah. I'll shut up now. n.n;;

P.P.S. This fic wasn't originally meant to be a Valentine's Day fic, when I originally thought of it, so, if it seems like the whole prospect of Valentine's Day was just kind... thrown in there... is because it was. n.n;; Okies, now I'm really gone! Bee by! n.n