Boyfriend
300 words (a triple drabble? Tribble? I think it belongs here, at any rate)
"You know, Hiei, there are times I think you're my boyfriend."
Hiei fell out of the windowsill.
Kurama, having predicted this, gave him not even a hint of a reaction. He was still sitting there at his desk, one knee tucked up to his chest and chin resting in his hand in contemplation, as Hiei picked himself up, dusted himself off, and said, "What on earth made you say that?"
"Well, it's just that you do a lot of boyfriendly things," Kurama mused, either unaware or uncaring that such a statement might be hazardous to his health.
"Do I."
"You sleep in my bed," Kurama pointed out. "You crawl through my window at night. You come to me when you need advice or healing--physical or otherwise. You tell me first when something good happens, too. And it isn't just you," Kurama continued moodily, oblivious to the strange look he was getting. "I do boyfriend things for you, too. I know all your favorite things, I get them for you without your asking me to. I tell you first whenever something happens to me. I leave the window open; I wait for you to come. And when we're together we never have to ask each other 'what do you want to do, where do you want to go,' because we already know. And--"
"Fox, hold on a minute," Hiei finally interrupted, when it seemed Kurama showed no signs of slowing down. "If we were boyfriends, wouldn't I be kissing you?"
"Well, yes, that is usually part of the deal."
"Okay then." And Hiei hopped down from the windowsill, crossed the room, and kissed him. "There."
"... See, now you've gone and destroyed my whole theory."
"I know." Hiei shrugged, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You talk too much."