Disclaimer: I don't own these kawaii boys, although I wish I did ^_^ mmm,
Hiei.... hehehe. Anyway, any characters of YYH were created by someone
else, I'm just playin' with em!
Warnings: AU, so don't try to fit it in the series anywhere, cuz it just won't go... Cute shonen ai yaoi, enjoy! (^_^)V
Author's Note: I apologize in advance, I've only seen a bit of YYH (the movie) so if some things are a little off, email me and I'll get em fixed! They are supposed to be a bit OOC, though... enjoy!
Misconceptions - Chapter II
Why am I here? Minamino's apartment is an odd place to be under any circumstances... More importantly, what's Yuusuke doing here?
The unnerving older teen had discovered Hiei hiding in the apartment shortly after the demon had gained entrance through the window. Hiei could see him now, through the small space the door was open, sitting comfortably in the kitchen, reading Kurama's newspaper with the radio on.
With a pang of a strange emotion, Hiei wondered if this was the usual routine for Yuusuke and Kurama. He really had no idea... the little fire demon felt suddenly hot in the face. A small, unprecedented anger boiled up in the bottom of his stomach. 'Am I jealous?' Hiei thought with a sudden flash of revelation. 'I... I couldn't be... Kurama is a mutual colleague, and Yuusuke probably just stopped by to say hi..." Baka, a voice at the back of his mind scolded. Why would Yuusuke wait for Minamino in his empty apartment, so very late at night? Just for a casual visit..?
Hiei shook his head and grimaced. This was all so confusing. The more he thought about it, the less sense it made, and he'd had a lot of time to think about it... All he'd wanted to do was see Kurama... The bright, happy companion of his that dominated his thoughts, no matter what he was doing or who he was with. The redhead was so completely oblivious to Hiei's subtle attention that Hiei often provided him with an unnoticed, flitting shadow following him when he went out. That whenever he wasn't looking, Hiei was taking in every feature of that delicate face, memorizing every smooth inch of his figure, youko or human, fighting or casual.
A small noise came to the demon's sharpened ears, and Hiei looked up once again to see a shocked Kurama standing in the open doorway to the apartment, jaw hanging open and eyes wide.
"Ah... Yuusuke?" Kurama said after a few moments of silence. The lounging teen in the kitchen looked up from the paper he was so intently reading.
"Is there some particular reason why you're sitting in my apartment at this time of the night, reading my newspaper?" Kurama continued. Hiei was relieved. The rest of the conversation was a blur to the relieved little one, something about the paper and a bet. Hiei was too intent on his thoughts to catch any of it.
'So, Kurama doesn't usually hook up with Yuusuke, it was just a chance meeting. Phewf...'
A few moments later, just before Yuusuke got up to leave, he gave Hiei a shock. Kurama was waiting for a response from him when Yuusuke scanned Hiei's general area and gave him a small nod. What it was supposed to mean, Hiei had no idea. Sure his cover was blown, the diminutive demon shifted to a hiding place nearer the open window.
Surely enough, not a moment after Yuusuke had left the apartment, Kurama plunked himself down in the vacated kitchen chair and examined the area where the departed teen had looked. Kurama/Minamino then arose, oh so gracefully, and approached Hiei's hiding place.
Kurama paused near the window outside the room. He seemed to catch something on the breeze that ruffled his silky red hair. Hiei caught his breath at that sight, the long smooth strands taking a life of their own and dancing on Kurama's shoulders, the redhead's eyes deep and alert.
The beautiful moment was short lived, however, for Kurama then shook his head, paused, then continued towards the darkened room where Hiei was hiding.
With a sudden realization, Hiei snapped a guard on his youki. Kurama was all too sensitive to that sort of spiritual thing. A good thing when trying to track powerful creatures, but not so good when you were trying to hide. He would be discovered immediately if the teen could sense even a bit of it.
The door swung open slowly. Hiei held his breath. Kurama was poised in a semi-fighting crouch, silhouetted in the doorway. His lithe form practically glowed with intensity as he scanned the room once and again. A word like a leaf on a breeze drifted from the angelic figure's lips, and it sounded like... "Hiei..."
Hiei let out his long-held breath with a slight movement, then immediately wished he hadn't. Kurama's ears pricked and he looked straight at the concealed intruder. Hiei felt a moment's panic and, afraid of being caught with no explanation, he darted silently out the window, Kurama's desperate cry of "Matte!" ringing in his ears.
* * *
Hiei crouched on the roof's edge of Kurama's short apartment building. He was panting to catch his breath as he stared down at the open window he had just fled through.
'Why in the worlds did I panic? I wouldn't have been seen if I hadn't moved, and I wanted to talk to Kurama anyway, didn't I? So what am I doing hiding up on the roof in the wind, listening to the faint, muffled sounds of Kurama's troubled breathing... troubled?'
Hiei leaned further over the ledge and pricked his ears. It sounded almost like Kurama was going to cry... Further puzzled, Hiei leapt gracefully down to the ground and then up again through his colleague's window, so silently that he was not detected by the keen-sensed fighter.
The little demon paused at the expression on his comrade's face. Kurama's eyes were shut tight, one hand propped to his forehead with his elbow on his knee. A little grimace was clouding his beautiful features. He was breathing heavily and shaking his head ever so slightly, as if in disbelief.
The small black shadow that was Hiei crept over to his favourite figure and draped a light arm about the redhead's shoulders. "What is it?" he asked gently, his deep voice snapping Kurama's head up and wiping the grimace from his features.
"H... Hiei?" he choked out. His eyes spoke of so many emotions all at once, of joy and indecision and anger and confusion and relief all at once. It was so intense that Hiei could barely look into them. But he did.
"Are you alright, Kurama? You're leaking like a ningen again..." Hiei continued, his gaze questing into Kurama's, searching for a clue. He didn't understand these strong emotions, tried to keep away from them... They made people do irrational things.
"I..." the redhead began, then burst into tears on his friend's shoulder. Shock registered in Hiei's crimson eyes. He sat stiffly beside Kurama for a few moments, then gradually began to comfort his distressed comrade, not with reluctance but with awkwardness.
Kurama tried to explain through his sobs, tried to stop, but it wouldn't work. Hiei sat beside him, rubbing his shoulder.
"Hiei..." came a wavering voice from Hiei's shoulder. The little black-dressed figure pulled back his hand as Kurama sat up. He looked over at the redhead's tearstained face. "Thank you... Hiei..."
The diminutive demon showed a bit of fang and went to get the kleenex. "Hn." Hiei dismissed the thanks, shrugging it off. "So, what's the matter?" he asked, watching Kurama straighten as he reached for the tissues. He brushed a few fiery wisps of hair from his face, then looked over at Hiei wearing an expression almost like he was going to start crying again. "Kurama? What happened?"
Kurama's eyes opened a bit wider at this show of concern from the usually stoic Hiei. "I have to tell you..." he started, then stopped, as if steadying himself to say something difficult.
"Well, then tell me," the demon persisted, catching and holding those bright green eyes.
Kurama blinked slowly and continued, "Hiei... I love you."
* * *
~Owari
Whaddya think? ne? Not too bad for my first YYH fic... Review, please!!! ^_^
Warnings: AU, so don't try to fit it in the series anywhere, cuz it just won't go... Cute shonen ai yaoi, enjoy! (^_^)V
Author's Note: I apologize in advance, I've only seen a bit of YYH (the movie) so if some things are a little off, email me and I'll get em fixed! They are supposed to be a bit OOC, though... enjoy!
Misconceptions - Chapter II
Why am I here? Minamino's apartment is an odd place to be under any circumstances... More importantly, what's Yuusuke doing here?
The unnerving older teen had discovered Hiei hiding in the apartment shortly after the demon had gained entrance through the window. Hiei could see him now, through the small space the door was open, sitting comfortably in the kitchen, reading Kurama's newspaper with the radio on.
With a pang of a strange emotion, Hiei wondered if this was the usual routine for Yuusuke and Kurama. He really had no idea... the little fire demon felt suddenly hot in the face. A small, unprecedented anger boiled up in the bottom of his stomach. 'Am I jealous?' Hiei thought with a sudden flash of revelation. 'I... I couldn't be... Kurama is a mutual colleague, and Yuusuke probably just stopped by to say hi..." Baka, a voice at the back of his mind scolded. Why would Yuusuke wait for Minamino in his empty apartment, so very late at night? Just for a casual visit..?
Hiei shook his head and grimaced. This was all so confusing. The more he thought about it, the less sense it made, and he'd had a lot of time to think about it... All he'd wanted to do was see Kurama... The bright, happy companion of his that dominated his thoughts, no matter what he was doing or who he was with. The redhead was so completely oblivious to Hiei's subtle attention that Hiei often provided him with an unnoticed, flitting shadow following him when he went out. That whenever he wasn't looking, Hiei was taking in every feature of that delicate face, memorizing every smooth inch of his figure, youko or human, fighting or casual.
A small noise came to the demon's sharpened ears, and Hiei looked up once again to see a shocked Kurama standing in the open doorway to the apartment, jaw hanging open and eyes wide.
"Ah... Yuusuke?" Kurama said after a few moments of silence. The lounging teen in the kitchen looked up from the paper he was so intently reading.
"Is there some particular reason why you're sitting in my apartment at this time of the night, reading my newspaper?" Kurama continued. Hiei was relieved. The rest of the conversation was a blur to the relieved little one, something about the paper and a bet. Hiei was too intent on his thoughts to catch any of it.
'So, Kurama doesn't usually hook up with Yuusuke, it was just a chance meeting. Phewf...'
A few moments later, just before Yuusuke got up to leave, he gave Hiei a shock. Kurama was waiting for a response from him when Yuusuke scanned Hiei's general area and gave him a small nod. What it was supposed to mean, Hiei had no idea. Sure his cover was blown, the diminutive demon shifted to a hiding place nearer the open window.
Surely enough, not a moment after Yuusuke had left the apartment, Kurama plunked himself down in the vacated kitchen chair and examined the area where the departed teen had looked. Kurama/Minamino then arose, oh so gracefully, and approached Hiei's hiding place.
Kurama paused near the window outside the room. He seemed to catch something on the breeze that ruffled his silky red hair. Hiei caught his breath at that sight, the long smooth strands taking a life of their own and dancing on Kurama's shoulders, the redhead's eyes deep and alert.
The beautiful moment was short lived, however, for Kurama then shook his head, paused, then continued towards the darkened room where Hiei was hiding.
With a sudden realization, Hiei snapped a guard on his youki. Kurama was all too sensitive to that sort of spiritual thing. A good thing when trying to track powerful creatures, but not so good when you were trying to hide. He would be discovered immediately if the teen could sense even a bit of it.
The door swung open slowly. Hiei held his breath. Kurama was poised in a semi-fighting crouch, silhouetted in the doorway. His lithe form practically glowed with intensity as he scanned the room once and again. A word like a leaf on a breeze drifted from the angelic figure's lips, and it sounded like... "Hiei..."
Hiei let out his long-held breath with a slight movement, then immediately wished he hadn't. Kurama's ears pricked and he looked straight at the concealed intruder. Hiei felt a moment's panic and, afraid of being caught with no explanation, he darted silently out the window, Kurama's desperate cry of "Matte!" ringing in his ears.
* * *
Hiei crouched on the roof's edge of Kurama's short apartment building. He was panting to catch his breath as he stared down at the open window he had just fled through.
'Why in the worlds did I panic? I wouldn't have been seen if I hadn't moved, and I wanted to talk to Kurama anyway, didn't I? So what am I doing hiding up on the roof in the wind, listening to the faint, muffled sounds of Kurama's troubled breathing... troubled?'
Hiei leaned further over the ledge and pricked his ears. It sounded almost like Kurama was going to cry... Further puzzled, Hiei leapt gracefully down to the ground and then up again through his colleague's window, so silently that he was not detected by the keen-sensed fighter.
The little demon paused at the expression on his comrade's face. Kurama's eyes were shut tight, one hand propped to his forehead with his elbow on his knee. A little grimace was clouding his beautiful features. He was breathing heavily and shaking his head ever so slightly, as if in disbelief.
The small black shadow that was Hiei crept over to his favourite figure and draped a light arm about the redhead's shoulders. "What is it?" he asked gently, his deep voice snapping Kurama's head up and wiping the grimace from his features.
"H... Hiei?" he choked out. His eyes spoke of so many emotions all at once, of joy and indecision and anger and confusion and relief all at once. It was so intense that Hiei could barely look into them. But he did.
"Are you alright, Kurama? You're leaking like a ningen again..." Hiei continued, his gaze questing into Kurama's, searching for a clue. He didn't understand these strong emotions, tried to keep away from them... They made people do irrational things.
"I..." the redhead began, then burst into tears on his friend's shoulder. Shock registered in Hiei's crimson eyes. He sat stiffly beside Kurama for a few moments, then gradually began to comfort his distressed comrade, not with reluctance but with awkwardness.
Kurama tried to explain through his sobs, tried to stop, but it wouldn't work. Hiei sat beside him, rubbing his shoulder.
"Hiei..." came a wavering voice from Hiei's shoulder. The little black-dressed figure pulled back his hand as Kurama sat up. He looked over at the redhead's tearstained face. "Thank you... Hiei..."
The diminutive demon showed a bit of fang and went to get the kleenex. "Hn." Hiei dismissed the thanks, shrugging it off. "So, what's the matter?" he asked, watching Kurama straighten as he reached for the tissues. He brushed a few fiery wisps of hair from his face, then looked over at Hiei wearing an expression almost like he was going to start crying again. "Kurama? What happened?"
Kurama's eyes opened a bit wider at this show of concern from the usually stoic Hiei. "I have to tell you..." he started, then stopped, as if steadying himself to say something difficult.
"Well, then tell me," the demon persisted, catching and holding those bright green eyes.
Kurama blinked slowly and continued, "Hiei... I love you."
* * *
~Owari
Whaddya think? ne? Not too bad for my first YYH fic... Review, please!!! ^_^