. . . And They Lived Happily Ever After
By: Obsidian Sphinx
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Again, no, I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Tears, pain, and all that horrible stuff...now
that we've been through that depressing stuff, let's get down to the reason why you're here
(hopefully anyway). ^_^
Authors Note: Well folks, if you enjoyed the first chapter and decided that the story didn't
completely suck, then here's the second chapter! Once again, this story is yaoi and if you aren't
cool with that I'm sorry. Anyway, a fic writer needs reviews to feed his or her muse. My muse is
kind of needy, so if you would be so kind as to send in reviews and keep both me and my muse
happy, that'd be great. We don't mind flames either, so feel free to express yourself! Now, here is
Chapter 2, enjoy and thank you for reading! P.S. There is sort of a problem with the numbers
(ages, and amount of years Hiei was gone) in this fic, and I didn't really feel like changing them
because, well, I didn't know I was going to post this when I wrote it and so I ignored the
problem. Now I really don't want to go back and figure it all out...so just kind of bare with me,
ok? Thanks again!
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Pace left, pace right, pace left, pace right, left, right, left, right, left, right. Finally, Hiei
stopped to kick a stone, which he decided was the reason for his dilemma. At the moment, he
was right outside of Kurama's house. Currently, he was staring at the tree he used to climb to get
into his friends window, or sometimes would just sit and watch as the half human did some
ningen activity. Hiei never understood it, but Kurama seemed to think it was important and so he
respected it.
However, he didn't know how to approach this situation. For all her knew, Kurama
wasn't even living there anymore. He realized he probably should have asked one of the others
about Kurama, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind then. Hiei sighed. He'd have to use the
door. He didn't know why, but for some reason he had an ongoing grudge against doors. Oh well.
Seconds later found the koorime knocking lightly on the Minimono's residence door. He
waited for a moment and sucked in his breath when the door opened, revealing Shiori. The
woman smiled at him the same way she had twelve years ago. In fact, the only difference was a
very
few gray hairs tied in amongst the brown.
"May I help you?" she asked softly. Hiei ran a hand through his hair and smiled.
"I'm a friend of Kura- er. . . your son, Suuichi, and I-" Suddenly, Shiori gasped and a
light of realization shone in her kindly eyes.
"You're Hiei, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded. "My, you have changed, haven't you?"
the question was a little more directed at herself than Hiei. "Suuichi said you went away to
school in another country."
"Umm. . . yes, I did, but I'm back for a visit now," he said, trying to sound more
confident than he felt.
"Well, then, you must be looking for my son. He moved out quite a few years ago, Hiei, but
I'll give you his address. Just a minute." Shiori disappeared for about a minute or two. When she
reappeared, she held a piece of paper in her hands and extended it to him. Hiei took it and briefly
glanced at the numbers and words.
"Thank you," he nodded and smiled.
Shiori beamed, "You're welcome. I know Suuichi will be thrilled to see you again." Hiei
turned and began walking off, but he could still feel Shiori's eyes on him.
"Oh wait!" she suddenly exclaimed. Hiei stopped and looked back, watching in confusion
when Shiori ran up to him and handed him a foil covered plate.
"If you're going to see Suuichi, would you please give him these cookies for me? You
have some too, Hiei, and don't be a stranger, okay?" Hiei blinked up at Shiori's smiling face.
"I. . . .I won't, thanks," he uttered, and then watched as she nodded and disappeared
behind the wall of her house. Hiei used this opportunity to flit away before someone or
something decided to stop him again.
The next time any passer bier would happen to see a black clad, hansom young man with
long black hair, a sword at his side and a plate of cookies in his hand, would be right outside of
the Cherry Blossom Apartment Complex. An expensive, good looking building in a slightly
secluded area of town. Most of the apartments looked large and had two windows or so. A few
had balconies or patios, flowers decorating railings or window sills . He sighed and looked at the
paper. Apartment 112, top floor on the opposite side of the building. The fire-koorime decided
against asking specific directions, for, as it was, the katana might freak people out and discourage
them from answering. Instead he opted for flitting from floor to floor. Simple human eyes
wouldn't be able to notice the black blur that passed by their eyes. And so, Hiei finally reached
the twelfth floor, also the top floor. The hall was currently vacant, which meant it was safe for
him to walk the passage way. 108. . . 109. . . 110. . . 111. . . Ah!112! Hiei stopped at the white
door with the shiny gold numbers on it.
He frowned. More doors. Reluctantly, he knocked. Silence. He knocked again and was
rewarded with a muffled reply.
"Come on in! Door's open!" Kurama's voice answered. He felt his heart skip a couple
beats. He hadn't realized how much he missed that fox's voice. He swallowed the lump in his
throat and turned the golden door knob. His eyes scanned the room, but his ears heard the shower
running. He'd simply have to wait.
The apartment was immaculate, much the way Kurama's room had been. The white,
plush carpeting covered the floor, with the exception of the white vinyl that covered the kitchen
floor. There was a small table near the door with a vase of red roses sitting beautifully on top. A
navy blue couch sat opposite the door, facing an entertainment center complete with television,
DVD, and a stereo system. Hiei could only suppose that the built in drawers held CD's and
DVD's. There was a glass coffee table between the couch and TV, and on the right side of the
couch was a tall floor lamp, probably for reading. Speaking if which, Hiei also noticed a tall book
case stacked with reading materials as well as a slightly long desk with a computer on it. Both
were sitting near sliding glass doors that led out to a good sized balcony over looking the city.
There were a few plants Hiei couldn't begin to recall the names of, scattered around the balcony,
along with a white table and chairs. He notice that there was a picture of Shoiri and Kurama
sitting together in the park on the computer desk. It seemed they still shared a tight bond. That
was when the shower abruptly stopped. Hiei froze. There was shuffling coming from what was
obviously the fox's room. Moments later Kurama appeared. He was obviously surprised because
the smile that he wore dropped and was replaced by a look of shock.. Emerald eyes stared into
ruby ones and all was silent.
"H- Hiei. . . .y- you're. . ." Kurama stuttered. Hiei bit his lip, but decided he'd better help
the kitsune a little.
"Back , and your mother sent these for you," Hiei replied and shoved the plate into
Kurama's hands. It took a little longer for Kurama to compose himself.
"You've changed, not only in physical appearance," he said finally.
Hiei nodded. "Yeah, I guess, but look at you, you haven't changed at all." Indeed the fox
still had long, red hair, which was currently damp, but beautiful all the same. The same green
eyes and perfectly sculpted features, the same pale skin. Hiei smiled a little and grabbed one of
the long stemmed roses from the vase. He put it's velvety petals to his lips and let the delightful
aroma fill she senses. Then, wearing the same, unreadable smile, handed the rose to Kurama.
"Every bit as beautiful as I remember, fox," He added, just above a whisper. He knew that
his friend's sensitive ears would hear him, but he wasn't sure exactly why he had done it.
Something had just seemed to take over both his mind and body. Now, he was mentally kicking
himself, as well as waiting for a reply that he hoped wouldn't be to harsh.
He watched the youko closely, carefully studying Kurama's expression, but not
understanding it.
"I repeat. . . you've changed a lot, Hiei," Kurama said slowly, his eyes gazing at the rose
he held in his hands. One of those uncomfortable, awkward silences ensued. Hiei fidgeted. He
didn't know what to do or say, really. Now, he definitely knew he felt something more for the
demon standing in front of him. However, by the way Kurama was acting, those feelings were
not reciprocated.
Meanwhile, Kurama was in much the same stand-still point. Seeing Hiei was a surprise in
itself, but what the koorime had just done was two steps shy of making him become a heart
attack victim! Not only that, but Hiei was looking painfully attractive. Kurama had always
thought Hiei was, but especially now. He'd always hoped for a little something more from their
relationship, but Hiei hadn't seemed interested. Especially when the fire youkai disappeared for
twelve years, Kurama thought for sure that Hiei had no other intentions towards him but friends.
Could it be that he was mistaken? Kurama's heart filled with hope at this thought. Perhaps there
was still a chance. With a sly smile, worthy of a six tailed kitsune, Kurama broke the stem of the
rose and put it in his hair.
"Let's get some dinner and catch up, Hiei. It's been a long time." Hiei smiled and nodded,
grateful for the break in the silence.
Minutes later found the pair sitting at a small café, drinking coffee as a finishing touch to
their meals. It was already dark and out of the window, Hiei could see the twinkling stars
laughing and playing in the heavens above. He smiled a little. Those stars, not a care in the
world. Briefly, he wondered what it would be like to be a star, merely floating in the obsidian
night.
"What are you looking at, Hiei?"A voice interrupted. The fire koorime didn't mind, for to
hear that voice was like hearing a beautiful symphony.
"The stars," he replied quietly. Kurama smiled too.
"That's why I like this place. It's quaint and secluded enough that the city lights don't
effect the view to terribly. Although I can only imagine how bright they would be were they not
dimmed so drastically," he commented casually, not really expecting an answer.
"Kurama, you need not see those stars up there, because your eyes outshine them all," Hiei
stated, almost poetically. Kurama sucked in his breath. Had Hiei just said that?
"That's beautiful," he commented slowly and softly. Hiei stared at him, those fiery ruby
eyes drilling into his soul.
"It's fact," he said so confidently that Kurama debated whether or not to believe him.
With a sigh he set down his coffee cup.
"Hiei, I need to know something, and I need you to tell me the honest to God truth,
okay?" Hiei nodded. Kurama glanced around, finding that the only people there were themselves
and the waitress, who was well out of hearing range. "Do you. . . . have feelings for me? I mean,
more than just friendship kind of feelings, Hiei?" The koorime looked down into the darkness
that was his coffee. When he looked up again a small smile was present on his lips.
"Hai, Kurama, I think I do," he said quietly. His voice sounded almost apologetic, as
though Hiei thought it was a mistake he'd made. Kurama grinned and grabbed Hiei's hand, much
to the koorime's surprise.
"Come with me," Kurama said as he pulled Hiei from the booth. He fished around in his
pocket, pulled out a twenty, and slapped it on the table. Yelling a 'thank you' to the woman who
began clearing off their table, he all but dashed out of the café, pulling a confused Hiei with him.
They ran past the door man and into the elevator in Kurama's building There were a few
other people on, so Hiei was reluctant to ask what the crazy kitsune was up to. The moment the
doors opened at floor twelve, Hiei found himself practically yanked out of the elevator and
running behind Kurama, the fox's hand still holding tightly to his own. They ran near the length
of the hall before stopping at Kurama's door. The red-head fumbled with his keys before finding
the right one and shoving it in the lock. He turned the knob and opened the door. Hiei frowned.
He really hated doors. However, he was not rewarded much time to think of his on-going grudge,
because, once again, Kurama dragged him inside, through the living room, past the accursed
glass doors, and onto the balcony before he finally let go. Hiei rubbed his shoulder.
"Was your intention to pull my arm out of it's socket, because I think you did it," Hiei
said sarcastically. The next thing he knew he was being pounced on by a certain fox spirit who
managed to knock him to the ground. Any pain he might have felt as a result of his fall was
forgotten as Kurama seized his lips in a passionate kiss. Hiei was surprised, but his body took
over and he responded, letting Kurama's tongue slip into his mouth, and by wrapping his arms
around his attacker. He ran his fingers through his crimson red hair and along his back. He felt
Kurama's hands undoing the leather tie that held back his dark hair and those slender fingers
playing with the silky strands. Finally, they parted, both gasping for breath.
"Kurama. . . I. . . ." Hiei said between breaths. Kurama put a finger to Hiei's lips.
"Shh, Hiei. You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. My God, Hiei, I've loved
you for so long and my heart was practically ripped from my chest when you left," he poured out
these words, unbeknownst to the fact that they burned Hiei's own heart severely. He couldn't
believe he had made this beautiful creature suffer so. He put a hand to Kurama's face and
caressed his fair cheek with the back of his hand.
"Fox, you shouldn't have let yourself be in such pain because of me. I'm not worthy of
you, of your love."
Kurama shook his head. "Don't say that. Please, Hiei, I'm in love with you. I've been in
love with you from the moment I looked into your eyes. You say that you feel something more
for me, Hiei. What is it?" Hiei bit his lip and inverted his eyes in order to escape that emerald,
pleading gaze. Did he love the kitsune? There was no question in his mind about it, but he didn't
want to hurt him. Hiei knew he'd have to go back to the Makai eventually. He was afraid he'd
hurt Kurama's obviously fragile heart.
"Hiei, don't look away from me. Tell me, tell me please. Do you love me?" The sound in
his voice told Hiei what he needed to do. To not tell Kurama would do more harm than good.
"Kurama, I love– have loved you for as long as I can remember, with all my heart and
soul," he said. Tears began to fall from those green, star-like eyes and Kurama wrapped Hiei in a
fierce hug.
"Thank you, Hiei," he whispered.
"Kurama," Hiei said, stroking the velvety hair.
"Uh-oh," Kurama suddenly said. He pulled himself off of the koorime and sat on his
knees. Hiei sat up and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked. Kurama grinned mischievously.
"It would seem that my youko side is fond of you as well," he answered. Hiei grinned as
well.
"Is he now?"
The fox nodded. "Yes, he's telling me to do very naughty things to you."
Hiei chuckled as the various plants stretched for him and vines wrapped around his wrists
and ankles. "I'm guessing this isn't a choice," Hiei stated as he watched the vines with interest.
"Nope, no choice what-so-ever. You're my fire youkai now, Hiei." And Kurama closed
the space between their lips.
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Hiei awoke, feeling the warm sunlight on his face. He yawned and stretched, feeling a
pain in his neck. He sat up and rubbed his neck, wincing as he hit a particularly tender spot. He
let out a groan as the bright morning sun flashed in his eyes. Instinctively, he looked away and
found that the only thing he could see were multi-colored light spots. He blinked a few times to
clear his vision and was startled as his hand brushed against something feathery soft. He looked
over and was greeted by the sight of Kurama sleeping peacefully at his side. Hiei smiled. His
Kurama. The fox's locks fell like a waterfall over his face, concealing his features. As he brushed
a few of the crimson strands away from his closed eyes, the fox shifted under his touch.
Kurama's steady breathing pattern changed, something between a sigh and a yawn. The fox's
eyes fluttered open slowly and he was surprised to find himself looking into the ruby eyes of
Hiei. The koorime grinned at him. Kurama reached up and buried his head in Hiei's muscular
chest.
"Mmm. . ." he mumbled sleepily. Hiei rubbed circles on Kurama's back.
"Perhaps we should do that particular activity in some place softer than the stone
balcony," Hiei said and gently pulled away. Kurama let out a moan of protest.
"Mmm. . . Hiei, it's early," complained the fox as he pulled himself from the ground. Hiei
smirked and gathered up some of his clothing as well as Kurama's.
"Come inside before you give those old people anymore of a shock," he said and
motioned to an old couple looking from their own balcony with wide eyes, mouths open wide.
Kurama grinned and waved at them.
"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Precoulsky!" he shouted. Mrs. Precoulsky dropped her coffee mug, and
Kurama and Hiei went inside laughing like mad men.
"So now what?" Hiei asked once inside.
"Well, on days when all of us are off work, we meet at the Ramen Shop for breakfast,
which I assume Yusuke told you he runs now." Hiei nodded in affirmation. "But first, I think
showering would be a good idea, don't you love?" Kurama added. There was certain
physical evidence of their passionate intercourse still visible from the night before. Hiei chuckled
as Kurama pulled him towards his room. "C'mon, we'll save time if we take one together."
Kurama grinned mischievously and whispered into the other demon's ear. "I'll help you." Hiei
rolled his eyes.
"Right, save time," he mumbled.
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Two hours later they emerged from a very steamy bathroom.
"I never imagined you were so thorough," Kurama stated with a smile. Hiei smiled too,
his fangs clearly showing.
"So thorough that we only have fifteen minutes to get there," said the dark haired demon,
looking pointedly at the clock. The youko glanced at the clock by his bedside. He shrugged.
"I'll meet you at the door in five." With that, he went for his closet and Hiei left the room
in order to gather his own clothes that he'd left in the living room. He found a hairbrush lying on
a counter top and ran it through his hair, then gathered the black strands back into what had
become so common to him, a low ponytail.
When Kurama emerged, Hiei was leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
He looked up and smiled. Kurama wore a pair of khakis and white sneakers and a gray sweater
that seemed just a little to large.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
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End Chapter 2
To Be Continued
By: Obsidian Sphinx
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Again, no, I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Tears, pain, and all that horrible stuff...now
that we've been through that depressing stuff, let's get down to the reason why you're here
(hopefully anyway). ^_^
Authors Note: Well folks, if you enjoyed the first chapter and decided that the story didn't
completely suck, then here's the second chapter! Once again, this story is yaoi and if you aren't
cool with that I'm sorry. Anyway, a fic writer needs reviews to feed his or her muse. My muse is
kind of needy, so if you would be so kind as to send in reviews and keep both me and my muse
happy, that'd be great. We don't mind flames either, so feel free to express yourself! Now, here is
Chapter 2, enjoy and thank you for reading! P.S. There is sort of a problem with the numbers
(ages, and amount of years Hiei was gone) in this fic, and I didn't really feel like changing them
because, well, I didn't know I was going to post this when I wrote it and so I ignored the
problem. Now I really don't want to go back and figure it all out...so just kind of bare with me,
ok? Thanks again!
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Pace left, pace right, pace left, pace right, left, right, left, right, left, right. Finally, Hiei
stopped to kick a stone, which he decided was the reason for his dilemma. At the moment, he
was right outside of Kurama's house. Currently, he was staring at the tree he used to climb to get
into his friends window, or sometimes would just sit and watch as the half human did some
ningen activity. Hiei never understood it, but Kurama seemed to think it was important and so he
respected it.
However, he didn't know how to approach this situation. For all her knew, Kurama
wasn't even living there anymore. He realized he probably should have asked one of the others
about Kurama, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind then. Hiei sighed. He'd have to use the
door. He didn't know why, but for some reason he had an ongoing grudge against doors. Oh well.
Seconds later found the koorime knocking lightly on the Minimono's residence door. He
waited for a moment and sucked in his breath when the door opened, revealing Shiori. The
woman smiled at him the same way she had twelve years ago. In fact, the only difference was a
very
few gray hairs tied in amongst the brown.
"May I help you?" she asked softly. Hiei ran a hand through his hair and smiled.
"I'm a friend of Kura- er. . . your son, Suuichi, and I-" Suddenly, Shiori gasped and a
light of realization shone in her kindly eyes.
"You're Hiei, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded. "My, you have changed, haven't you?"
the question was a little more directed at herself than Hiei. "Suuichi said you went away to
school in another country."
"Umm. . . yes, I did, but I'm back for a visit now," he said, trying to sound more
confident than he felt.
"Well, then, you must be looking for my son. He moved out quite a few years ago, Hiei, but
I'll give you his address. Just a minute." Shiori disappeared for about a minute or two. When she
reappeared, she held a piece of paper in her hands and extended it to him. Hiei took it and briefly
glanced at the numbers and words.
"Thank you," he nodded and smiled.
Shiori beamed, "You're welcome. I know Suuichi will be thrilled to see you again." Hiei
turned and began walking off, but he could still feel Shiori's eyes on him.
"Oh wait!" she suddenly exclaimed. Hiei stopped and looked back, watching in confusion
when Shiori ran up to him and handed him a foil covered plate.
"If you're going to see Suuichi, would you please give him these cookies for me? You
have some too, Hiei, and don't be a stranger, okay?" Hiei blinked up at Shiori's smiling face.
"I. . . .I won't, thanks," he uttered, and then watched as she nodded and disappeared
behind the wall of her house. Hiei used this opportunity to flit away before someone or
something decided to stop him again.
The next time any passer bier would happen to see a black clad, hansom young man with
long black hair, a sword at his side and a plate of cookies in his hand, would be right outside of
the Cherry Blossom Apartment Complex. An expensive, good looking building in a slightly
secluded area of town. Most of the apartments looked large and had two windows or so. A few
had balconies or patios, flowers decorating railings or window sills . He sighed and looked at the
paper. Apartment 112, top floor on the opposite side of the building. The fire-koorime decided
against asking specific directions, for, as it was, the katana might freak people out and discourage
them from answering. Instead he opted for flitting from floor to floor. Simple human eyes
wouldn't be able to notice the black blur that passed by their eyes. And so, Hiei finally reached
the twelfth floor, also the top floor. The hall was currently vacant, which meant it was safe for
him to walk the passage way. 108. . . 109. . . 110. . . 111. . . Ah!112! Hiei stopped at the white
door with the shiny gold numbers on it.
He frowned. More doors. Reluctantly, he knocked. Silence. He knocked again and was
rewarded with a muffled reply.
"Come on in! Door's open!" Kurama's voice answered. He felt his heart skip a couple
beats. He hadn't realized how much he missed that fox's voice. He swallowed the lump in his
throat and turned the golden door knob. His eyes scanned the room, but his ears heard the shower
running. He'd simply have to wait.
The apartment was immaculate, much the way Kurama's room had been. The white,
plush carpeting covered the floor, with the exception of the white vinyl that covered the kitchen
floor. There was a small table near the door with a vase of red roses sitting beautifully on top. A
navy blue couch sat opposite the door, facing an entertainment center complete with television,
DVD, and a stereo system. Hiei could only suppose that the built in drawers held CD's and
DVD's. There was a glass coffee table between the couch and TV, and on the right side of the
couch was a tall floor lamp, probably for reading. Speaking if which, Hiei also noticed a tall book
case stacked with reading materials as well as a slightly long desk with a computer on it. Both
were sitting near sliding glass doors that led out to a good sized balcony over looking the city.
There were a few plants Hiei couldn't begin to recall the names of, scattered around the balcony,
along with a white table and chairs. He notice that there was a picture of Shoiri and Kurama
sitting together in the park on the computer desk. It seemed they still shared a tight bond. That
was when the shower abruptly stopped. Hiei froze. There was shuffling coming from what was
obviously the fox's room. Moments later Kurama appeared. He was obviously surprised because
the smile that he wore dropped and was replaced by a look of shock.. Emerald eyes stared into
ruby ones and all was silent.
"H- Hiei. . . .y- you're. . ." Kurama stuttered. Hiei bit his lip, but decided he'd better help
the kitsune a little.
"Back , and your mother sent these for you," Hiei replied and shoved the plate into
Kurama's hands. It took a little longer for Kurama to compose himself.
"You've changed, not only in physical appearance," he said finally.
Hiei nodded. "Yeah, I guess, but look at you, you haven't changed at all." Indeed the fox
still had long, red hair, which was currently damp, but beautiful all the same. The same green
eyes and perfectly sculpted features, the same pale skin. Hiei smiled a little and grabbed one of
the long stemmed roses from the vase. He put it's velvety petals to his lips and let the delightful
aroma fill she senses. Then, wearing the same, unreadable smile, handed the rose to Kurama.
"Every bit as beautiful as I remember, fox," He added, just above a whisper. He knew that
his friend's sensitive ears would hear him, but he wasn't sure exactly why he had done it.
Something had just seemed to take over both his mind and body. Now, he was mentally kicking
himself, as well as waiting for a reply that he hoped wouldn't be to harsh.
He watched the youko closely, carefully studying Kurama's expression, but not
understanding it.
"I repeat. . . you've changed a lot, Hiei," Kurama said slowly, his eyes gazing at the rose
he held in his hands. One of those uncomfortable, awkward silences ensued. Hiei fidgeted. He
didn't know what to do or say, really. Now, he definitely knew he felt something more for the
demon standing in front of him. However, by the way Kurama was acting, those feelings were
not reciprocated.
Meanwhile, Kurama was in much the same stand-still point. Seeing Hiei was a surprise in
itself, but what the koorime had just done was two steps shy of making him become a heart
attack victim! Not only that, but Hiei was looking painfully attractive. Kurama had always
thought Hiei was, but especially now. He'd always hoped for a little something more from their
relationship, but Hiei hadn't seemed interested. Especially when the fire youkai disappeared for
twelve years, Kurama thought for sure that Hiei had no other intentions towards him but friends.
Could it be that he was mistaken? Kurama's heart filled with hope at this thought. Perhaps there
was still a chance. With a sly smile, worthy of a six tailed kitsune, Kurama broke the stem of the
rose and put it in his hair.
"Let's get some dinner and catch up, Hiei. It's been a long time." Hiei smiled and nodded,
grateful for the break in the silence.
Minutes later found the pair sitting at a small café, drinking coffee as a finishing touch to
their meals. It was already dark and out of the window, Hiei could see the twinkling stars
laughing and playing in the heavens above. He smiled a little. Those stars, not a care in the
world. Briefly, he wondered what it would be like to be a star, merely floating in the obsidian
night.
"What are you looking at, Hiei?"A voice interrupted. The fire koorime didn't mind, for to
hear that voice was like hearing a beautiful symphony.
"The stars," he replied quietly. Kurama smiled too.
"That's why I like this place. It's quaint and secluded enough that the city lights don't
effect the view to terribly. Although I can only imagine how bright they would be were they not
dimmed so drastically," he commented casually, not really expecting an answer.
"Kurama, you need not see those stars up there, because your eyes outshine them all," Hiei
stated, almost poetically. Kurama sucked in his breath. Had Hiei just said that?
"That's beautiful," he commented slowly and softly. Hiei stared at him, those fiery ruby
eyes drilling into his soul.
"It's fact," he said so confidently that Kurama debated whether or not to believe him.
With a sigh he set down his coffee cup.
"Hiei, I need to know something, and I need you to tell me the honest to God truth,
okay?" Hiei nodded. Kurama glanced around, finding that the only people there were themselves
and the waitress, who was well out of hearing range. "Do you. . . . have feelings for me? I mean,
more than just friendship kind of feelings, Hiei?" The koorime looked down into the darkness
that was his coffee. When he looked up again a small smile was present on his lips.
"Hai, Kurama, I think I do," he said quietly. His voice sounded almost apologetic, as
though Hiei thought it was a mistake he'd made. Kurama grinned and grabbed Hiei's hand, much
to the koorime's surprise.
"Come with me," Kurama said as he pulled Hiei from the booth. He fished around in his
pocket, pulled out a twenty, and slapped it on the table. Yelling a 'thank you' to the woman who
began clearing off their table, he all but dashed out of the café, pulling a confused Hiei with him.
They ran past the door man and into the elevator in Kurama's building There were a few
other people on, so Hiei was reluctant to ask what the crazy kitsune was up to. The moment the
doors opened at floor twelve, Hiei found himself practically yanked out of the elevator and
running behind Kurama, the fox's hand still holding tightly to his own. They ran near the length
of the hall before stopping at Kurama's door. The red-head fumbled with his keys before finding
the right one and shoving it in the lock. He turned the knob and opened the door. Hiei frowned.
He really hated doors. However, he was not rewarded much time to think of his on-going grudge,
because, once again, Kurama dragged him inside, through the living room, past the accursed
glass doors, and onto the balcony before he finally let go. Hiei rubbed his shoulder.
"Was your intention to pull my arm out of it's socket, because I think you did it," Hiei
said sarcastically. The next thing he knew he was being pounced on by a certain fox spirit who
managed to knock him to the ground. Any pain he might have felt as a result of his fall was
forgotten as Kurama seized his lips in a passionate kiss. Hiei was surprised, but his body took
over and he responded, letting Kurama's tongue slip into his mouth, and by wrapping his arms
around his attacker. He ran his fingers through his crimson red hair and along his back. He felt
Kurama's hands undoing the leather tie that held back his dark hair and those slender fingers
playing with the silky strands. Finally, they parted, both gasping for breath.
"Kurama. . . I. . . ." Hiei said between breaths. Kurama put a finger to Hiei's lips.
"Shh, Hiei. You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. My God, Hiei, I've loved
you for so long and my heart was practically ripped from my chest when you left," he poured out
these words, unbeknownst to the fact that they burned Hiei's own heart severely. He couldn't
believe he had made this beautiful creature suffer so. He put a hand to Kurama's face and
caressed his fair cheek with the back of his hand.
"Fox, you shouldn't have let yourself be in such pain because of me. I'm not worthy of
you, of your love."
Kurama shook his head. "Don't say that. Please, Hiei, I'm in love with you. I've been in
love with you from the moment I looked into your eyes. You say that you feel something more
for me, Hiei. What is it?" Hiei bit his lip and inverted his eyes in order to escape that emerald,
pleading gaze. Did he love the kitsune? There was no question in his mind about it, but he didn't
want to hurt him. Hiei knew he'd have to go back to the Makai eventually. He was afraid he'd
hurt Kurama's obviously fragile heart.
"Hiei, don't look away from me. Tell me, tell me please. Do you love me?" The sound in
his voice told Hiei what he needed to do. To not tell Kurama would do more harm than good.
"Kurama, I love– have loved you for as long as I can remember, with all my heart and
soul," he said. Tears began to fall from those green, star-like eyes and Kurama wrapped Hiei in a
fierce hug.
"Thank you, Hiei," he whispered.
"Kurama," Hiei said, stroking the velvety hair.
"Uh-oh," Kurama suddenly said. He pulled himself off of the koorime and sat on his
knees. Hiei sat up and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked. Kurama grinned mischievously.
"It would seem that my youko side is fond of you as well," he answered. Hiei grinned as
well.
"Is he now?"
The fox nodded. "Yes, he's telling me to do very naughty things to you."
Hiei chuckled as the various plants stretched for him and vines wrapped around his wrists
and ankles. "I'm guessing this isn't a choice," Hiei stated as he watched the vines with interest.
"Nope, no choice what-so-ever. You're my fire youkai now, Hiei." And Kurama closed
the space between their lips.
~*~
Hiei awoke, feeling the warm sunlight on his face. He yawned and stretched, feeling a
pain in his neck. He sat up and rubbed his neck, wincing as he hit a particularly tender spot. He
let out a groan as the bright morning sun flashed in his eyes. Instinctively, he looked away and
found that the only thing he could see were multi-colored light spots. He blinked a few times to
clear his vision and was startled as his hand brushed against something feathery soft. He looked
over and was greeted by the sight of Kurama sleeping peacefully at his side. Hiei smiled. His
Kurama. The fox's locks fell like a waterfall over his face, concealing his features. As he brushed
a few of the crimson strands away from his closed eyes, the fox shifted under his touch.
Kurama's steady breathing pattern changed, something between a sigh and a yawn. The fox's
eyes fluttered open slowly and he was surprised to find himself looking into the ruby eyes of
Hiei. The koorime grinned at him. Kurama reached up and buried his head in Hiei's muscular
chest.
"Mmm. . ." he mumbled sleepily. Hiei rubbed circles on Kurama's back.
"Perhaps we should do that particular activity in some place softer than the stone
balcony," Hiei said and gently pulled away. Kurama let out a moan of protest.
"Mmm. . . Hiei, it's early," complained the fox as he pulled himself from the ground. Hiei
smirked and gathered up some of his clothing as well as Kurama's.
"Come inside before you give those old people anymore of a shock," he said and
motioned to an old couple looking from their own balcony with wide eyes, mouths open wide.
Kurama grinned and waved at them.
"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Precoulsky!" he shouted. Mrs. Precoulsky dropped her coffee mug, and
Kurama and Hiei went inside laughing like mad men.
"So now what?" Hiei asked once inside.
"Well, on days when all of us are off work, we meet at the Ramen Shop for breakfast,
which I assume Yusuke told you he runs now." Hiei nodded in affirmation. "But first, I think
showering would be a good idea, don't you love?" Kurama added. There was certain
physical evidence of their passionate intercourse still visible from the night before. Hiei chuckled
as Kurama pulled him towards his room. "C'mon, we'll save time if we take one together."
Kurama grinned mischievously and whispered into the other demon's ear. "I'll help you." Hiei
rolled his eyes.
"Right, save time," he mumbled.
~*~
Two hours later they emerged from a very steamy bathroom.
"I never imagined you were so thorough," Kurama stated with a smile. Hiei smiled too,
his fangs clearly showing.
"So thorough that we only have fifteen minutes to get there," said the dark haired demon,
looking pointedly at the clock. The youko glanced at the clock by his bedside. He shrugged.
"I'll meet you at the door in five." With that, he went for his closet and Hiei left the room
in order to gather his own clothes that he'd left in the living room. He found a hairbrush lying on
a counter top and ran it through his hair, then gathered the black strands back into what had
become so common to him, a low ponytail.
When Kurama emerged, Hiei was leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
He looked up and smiled. Kurama wore a pair of khakis and white sneakers and a gray sweater
that seemed just a little to large.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
End Chapter 2
To Be Continued