That Thing You Do
~*Punk Zell Dincht*~

Yes, yes, another Yu Yu Hakusho Fic. ^^; When will it ever end… hurm… probably never. The song doesn't belong to me, the characters don't, though I wish that they did. This is sung by Kurama…

Dialogue is in "blah"
Thoughts are 'blah'
Actions that have taken place in the past… will be pretty damn obvious.

Enjoy. Eh… please? :pout:

Oh! This is dedicated to Duo, and Yoake-chan :giggle:

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A seventeen-year-old ningen gazed at the night sky, moon shimmering in onyx depths, stars twinkling like scattered diamonds… but that wasn't what Shuuichi Minamino was looking for. His gentle emerald eyes flitted towards the sakura tree before him, finding a worn patch on the bark from where the desired Koorime would recline after a hard days work of… well…

Kurama sat up, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He shrugged off the notions that came to mind, a small, yet sad smile painting his pink lips. What… did Hiei do? The thought pulled at the redhead's mind for a bit, the youth snapping from his rueful thoughts as a soft landing made itself known on the sill.

"Hiei, come in come in…"
"Hn…"

The half ningen couldn't help but smile as the hii-demon hopped down from the sill with his usual grunt. He *loved* that grunt. More over, everything about the rude little demon.

"How are you?" Kurama asked, nonchalantly, his hands curling nervously around the hem of his sleeves, eyes drifting over the Koorime to see if he was okay or not. And by DAMN he looked a bit more than okay.

"Fine."
'That's very right. *Very* right…'
"That's good Hiei."
"Hn."

Kurama attempted to smother his smile once more, but he failed to do so, his cheeks coloring faintly at the thought that Hiei would indeed see his… well one might say, an indiscretion.

"Would… you like anything?" 'Me, for instance?' The Youko half of Kurama's mind screamed at the end of his seemingly innocent sentence. That side was promptly slapped.

"No Kitsune."
"All right…"

They sat in silence for a bit, Hiei grumbling something softly under his breath.
"Nani desu?"
"I need… bandages. Now."

Kurama instantly hopped up from his seat, striding into the bathroom, a marred smile on his features. Sure, it was wonderful that Hiei asked him for something… but…

"Aa, here, let me do that for you." The redhead said, carefully taking Hiei's singed arm in his delicate hands. Less than a second later, Hiei pulled his burned arm away, is if Kurama's touch was deadlier than the black dragon that wrapped around his defined appendage.

"I can do it *myself*." Was the low warning growl that escaped pursed lips. Kurama backed away with his hands up as an almost… cowardly shield.

"Understood, understood."

Moments later, said arm was bandaged and Hiei was tightening his cloak around his arrogant little form, tucking his katana beneath the depthless folds.

"Hiei?"

He hopped on top of the windowsill, eyes briefly darting towards the rapidly saddening Kitsune.

"Hn." The koorime half turned around, eyeing the redhead.

The small noise failed to bring a smile to Kurama's lips, something that Hiei instantly noticed as he turned completely around and stepped onto the branch, disappearing as mysteriously as he came.

Kurama crumpled, falling to his bed with a bitter sigh. Why did this always happen? The cone of silence... The disappearing act… Another sigh escaped his pouting lips and he mulled on his bed, frowning, a deep crease in his forehead. Very strange looking actually…

After a few moments of pouting, Kurama took a deep breath and stood, walking to the radio and flipping it to a random Tokyo-pop station, flopping down in his oaken chair in front of the oaken desk where his schoolbooks slept.

"And tonight! An import from America. Yeah, I know, there music isn't the best, but… YOU be the judge of this. You may have heard this before on our station… but here goes! No da!!!" The squeaky-voiced announcer almost screamed over the radio waves, voice piercing and high pitched.

The song started out with an odd clapping sound and Kurama instantly recognized the tune. He reclined back in his chair, a smile crossing his features as he tapped out the bass, preparing himself to… sing.

"You…
Doing that thing you do…"

An image of Hiei flitting into his room dance before his closed eyes, a swish of fabric and a soft 'Hn' uttered caused his smile to widen.

"Breaking my heart into… a million pieces
Like you always do…"

And thoughts of him then leaving as he did moments before. Kurama's smile faulted briefly before finding itself again.

"And you…
Don't mean to be cruel"

He knew where the Koorime was coming from… Abandonment, loneliness, loss, having to protect himself, encase himself in a shell of ice… but that didn't mean he had to particularly like it very much…

"You never even knew… about the heartache
I've been going through…"

He sighed into the end of the lyric, every time the Koorime left, it felt like his heart was being squeezed slowly by an angry fist, pulsing and causing him to choke on his air every so often. Oh Gods, how it hurt…

He kept his eyes closed, letting images of the sexy demon filter through his mind.

"But I try and try to forget you, boy
But it's just so hard to do…"

Kurama smirked at his changing of 'girl' to 'boy', standing from his chair and walking to the bed, flopping against his mattress and reveling in the mono-dimensional amount of comfort it brought. His eyes darted to the window, and he swore he saw the fabric of Hiei's cloak. Hurriedly, the redhead stood, striding to the window and peeking his head outside.

"Every time you do that thing you do…"

He murmured into the emptiness, a frown coming to his lips once again. Kurama sat on the window ledge his fingers idly tapping on the side of the house, the light of the full moon shimmering down and giving him a silver glow.

"I…
Know all the games you play…"

'Baka Kitsune…'
'I'm going to the Ningenkai.'
'Leave me alone.'
'Let's go Fox…'
'Hn…'

Shuuichi smiled, recalling some of the things that Hiei would say, in reference to him, be it good or bad. It still meant *something* that the Koorime would go out of his way to even talk to or about the half ningen. Hiei… did spend an awful lot of time at his home… Nooo… he wouldn't get his hopes up again. Yet he did every time he thought of Hiei. Was there a chance? Was… there a way?

"And I'm gonna find a way
To let you know that
You'll be mine someday…"

He was and still is the greatest thief in three worlds. Sure he could do it! Hiei could be swayed… there were those exceptionally *extremely* extraordinarily and plain *very* rare times when a faint color would paint the Koorime's cheeks. He wasn't always sure if it was his doing, but to see more than a blank stare, or a glare was enough for him. It made his insides turn to moosh.

"'Cuz we…
Could be happy cant you see
If you'd only let me be… the one to hold you
And keep you here with me…"

Kurama could almost imagine curling his arms around the youkai, the radiating warmth from the small warrior enough to warm them both in the harshest of Makai winters. That void of nothingness filled with the reciprocated love from the Jaganshi. Feeling those forbidden lips against his, lithe muscular body twining, pushing, throbbing against his own. The youth bit down on his lip, mentally beating the life out of the Youko half of his mind. Oh man…

"Cuz I try and try to forget you, boy
But it's just so hard to do
Every time you do that thing you do…"

Ohh… There were times when Hiei wasn't completely selfish; he'd use his small body as a shield for a fallen comrade. Though… only for one certain redhead. And he wouldn't complain about the injuries he received saving the fragile body of that Youko-ningen. He wouldn't say anything, just quietly let Kurama apply the bandages. One would almost think that he would do it on purpose, but that wasn't true. Only minutes ago…

Kurama shook his head, gaining resolve, emerald eyes hardening the best they could, a look of sheer determination on his delicate features.

"I don't ask a lot, boy
But I know one thing's for sure
It's your love I haven't got, boy
And I just can't take it any more!"

'That's RIGHT!' The seventeen year old chided to himself. 'That's damn right!' He wanted to stand on the sill and shout out his love for the koorime. All of the vaguely naughty things he wanted to do… but… Okaasan was home and Shuuichi already asleep… and… Hiei wasn't even there. Kurama curled a knee to his chest, wrapping his arms around the appendage, and looking back up at the full moon. A cloud drifted by, but disappeared slowly, barely blocking the light for more than a moment.

"'Cuz we…
Could be happy cant you see
If you'd only let me be… the one to hold you
And keep you here with me…"

Kurama's head sunk to his knee, and he sung against the fabric of his pants, eye peeking up and looking towards the blossom filled branches and seeing nothing more than silver stained pink. The petals had been fluttering away, fall was a beautiful time in Japan, though the plants went into a hibernation phase, the Youko still appreciated it's beauty. A puff of cold carbon monoxide escaped his lips, and suddenly he realized how cold it actually was. 'Hiei….'

"Cuz it hurts me so
Just to see you go
Around with someone new…"

He figured about now, Hiei was in his quarters at Mukuro's quarters. His frown thickened. He *loathed* her. Flaunting her disfigured body around the fire demon. It wasn't fair. While she did it rather bluntly, Kurama was discreet with his lewd acts, the demon failed to notice. Someday…

"And if I know you, you're…
Doing that thing…"

The rustle of a soft landing caused Kurama's head to snap straight up, eyes widening as Hiei landed in front of him, balancing easily on no more than a pointed boot. There was a moment of uneasiness. For all intents and purposes, Kurama realized that the demon had been above him the entire time, hiding his youkai. He had been on the roof… His landing didn't make any other noise than the fabric of his cloak shifting faintly. He gazed at the koorime; eyes wide and frightened, more or less to know that he was caught. Singing nonetheless.

"Everyday just doing that thing…"

Hiei dropped his hands from his sides, garnet eyes ablaze. The look on his face was blank, but his eyes seemed to reveal something more. More depth, more than reached the surface. The demon crouched, so he was eye to eye with the redhead, a soft smirk painting his lips. It certainly wasn't the usual expression, but it was something he had seen on the onyx-clad fire demon. The proximity between Hiei and Kurama was steadily closing, a bandaged hand reaching up and brushing just *barely* against Kurama's cheek.

"I can't take you doing… that thing you do…"

The smirk widened, and a callused thumb brushed across the lower lip of Shuuichi Minamino. And the song came to an end.

~To Be Continued~