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Silver Rose Assassinator

            Hiei scowled handsomely as he held a glass in his hand. He could not stop thinking about that man who had attacked him earlier. He was fast, and he had caught Hiei off guard; something that he was not accustom to. However, the killer had challenged him, and he found that very enticing to his senses. Yet the man's shadowed face seemed to mock him, and Hiei growled at the shadowed image, snapping at anyone who talked to him. He was usually in an unpleasant mood when it came to balls like these, but this night, people steered clear of the young president, sensing his anger and not wishing to fuse that anger in any way.

Hiei stood alone in his corner, lost in his thoughts. If he had been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed a very handsome young man had entered the room and was coming towards him. He frowned as he thought of the killer, but then partially grinned as he remembered him atop of him. He jumped when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Hiei spun around, glaring angrily at this man who had the gall to disturb him.

"What the hell do you want?" Hiei snapped, his red eyes bright like ambers.

"I merely came to introduce myself, Mr. President," the young man replied, a soft smile on his lips. Hiei lowered his eyes at the man and took in his physical appearance. He wore a white tuxedo with a white buttoned down shirt and no tie. The first couple of buttons had been left undone and his jacket hung open. His hair was long and crimson with bangs and side locks to frame his face. His eyes were a vivid plant green color that twinkled with amusement and mischief. His skin was smooth and creamy, his face lined with innocence, and Hiei found himself oddly drawn to the man.

"My name is Kurama, and my father is the legendary samurai Ryuujin," said the man with a bow and he extended his hand towards Hiei. Hiei took it, gazing intently at the tall man. Kurama shifted a bit uneasily, a slight blush creeping across his face.

"Have we…met before? I have met your father, but I never remember meeting his son," Hiei said, curiosity gnawing gently at his mind.

"I suppose that when you met my father, I was training in the mountains with my father's sensei. May I have my hand back please?" Kurama asked and Hiei quickly dropped the cool, long fingered hand in embarrassment. A servant came by, carrying a tray full of Champaign glasses, and Kurama plucked one of the frail glasses from the tray. The servant scowled, obviously this tray had been for another table, but he caught the sight of Hiei and quickly departed from the two. Kurama sipped lightly at the glass, and Hiei watched as he swallowed the cool liquid. Hiei sighed, and he thought about his killer, and frowned.

"I hate these things," Hiei said suddenly, and Kurama laughed at him.

"Then that is something we have in common," he said, "Before I went off to train, my father would often hold such things and I would always cause some sort of mischief. People would often 'lose' things, only to find them later in a different spot. My father knew that it was I that had done all this and gave me the nickname 'Kitsune.'"

The two stood together, speaking of things that were important to them. It was mostly Kurama who spoke, telling the president stories of his youth and of his sensei and his father. Hiei listened to the kitsune, his mind calculating the man's innocence, and he found it to his liking. He felt as if he could open up to this man, tell him about his life as they sat together drinking tea. The clock struck three(a.m), and Kurama placed his empty glass down upon the table behind them. The two had talked the night away, becoming close without realizing it.

"Well, I had a lovely evening, but I am afraid that I must leave now," Kurama said, bowing to Hiei, "It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. President." Kurama turned to leave, but Hiei placed his hand on Kurama's shoulder.

"Please Mr. Kurama, call me Hiei," he said solemnly. Kurama's face brightened as a shining smile spread across his face. He tentatively placed a delicate hand on the shorter man's strong one.

"Then please do me the honor of calling me Kurama, Hiei," he replied, purring the president's name. Hiei shuddered deliciously as he heard a note of interest in the man's voice. He nodded his head and released Kurama, bowing in return as the man departed. Hiei watched Kurama as he disappeared into the crowed, and left the hall.

***

A black limo pulled up and Kurama got inside, sighing as he leaned into the soft leather seats, and closing his eyes. His mind returned to Hiei, remembering those ruby orbs that burned with passion and flame. He had been aware that Hiei kept glancing at him from the corner of his eye, and Kurama smiled and shuddered with pleasure at the thought of Hiei looking at him. He jerked his head up and opened his eyes at the sound of soft chuckling coming from the opposite end of the limo.

"What do you want Youko?" Kurama said as relaxed at the sight of his brother. Silver hair and golden eyes twinkled innocently at Kurama, finding pleasure in his brother's surprise. They were not truly brothers, all those in the guild referred to their fellow workers as 'brother' or 'sister.'

"I came to see how you were doing," he replied smoothly, sliding next to Kurama and grabbing his chin in his hand, kissed Kurama on the lips. He pulled away, his lip curled in a snarl as his green orbs shot poison fire at Youko. Youko laughed at him, enjoying Kurama's snarl.

"You know that you like it Suuichi," Youko laughed, pushing Suuichi's head against his shoulder.

"Knock it off Youko," Suuichi snarled, pulling away from Youko in disgust, "Your ego is big enough."

 Youko was arrogant enough, getting whatever man or woman he wanted. He was the top in the guild, but he was shadowed by Suuichi, and Youko believed that he had claim to Suuichi, only, Suuichi defied him at every turn.

"That's not the only thing that is big," he whispered huskily, reaching for him. Suuichi pulled his boot dagger from his sheath and held it at Youko's throat. Youko stopped in his tracks, suddenly afraid of Suuichi, but he hid his fear with an arrogant laugh.

"I said 'stop,'" Suuichi whispered dangerously, "And when I say stop, I mean it Youko."

"Okay, okay," Youko laughed, "So did you finish your mission?" Youko stretched out his long legs, nearly filling the space between himself and Suuichi. Suuichi snorted, but answered him.

"I've decided to play with my prey this time. The man paying me asked that he die horribly."

"So it's a game of cat and mouse, huh?"

"There is a difference to this game though Youko."

"And what is that my dear Suuichi?"

"The killer is a kitsune, and the mouse will be broken before he dies."