Disclaimer: Yuemoon: *sighs* Do I really have to state this fact?

 Hiei: Yes you do baka ningen!

Yuemoon: Hiei! That was mean! I am NOT a stupid human! Kurama, do the disclaimers for me will you? Hiei is being a butthead!

Hiei: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!

Kurama: Okay, I'll do the disclaimer. Hiei, sit down or Yuemoon won't make a chapter with a lemon for us!

Hiei: *sits down and grumbles*

YM: Hahaha!

Kurama: Okay, Yuemoon does NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho in any way, although she wishes that she did. Oh, and Yuemoon? Your mommy's cooking is great!

YM: Thanks! You're such a sweet fox!

Hiei: Hands off he's mine baka ningen.

YM: Sit down; I'm going to write now!

Hiei: Grr…

Silver Rose Assassinator

Hiei opened his eyes slowly as he felt the afternoon's light hit him softly in the face. He yawned, scratched his side, careful of the bandages that covered his wound, and ran a strong hand through his mussed hair. He got up slowly, more confident of his strength now that he had the chance to sleep for a few hours. He looked at the clock to his right that shone dimly in the noon day light. The numbers shone twelve noon, and the date was…

"Three days?! I've been asleep for three days?! Where is that kitsune?!" Hiei half shouted, as he pulled the covers off of his body. He stood up rapidly, but then doubled over as he felt the wound slip. He quickly pressed the bandages to his side, and he sighed. No blood appeared through the gauze. He was dressed in some of Kurama's old clothes, which were too big for him, and nimbly made his way over to the bathroom. Done with his business, he made his way slowly down the spiraling staircase that led to the rest of the house, his mind returning to the dream that he had.

It was an interesting dream. He saw his Kurama fighting the silver haired man that came upon them in the gym, so many days ago. It was a brutal battle that ended badly for the other man, the noise of his body falling onto the spikes in the pit would haunt him forever, along with the blood curling scream. Hiei touched his shoulder nimbly, remembering the wound that Kurama received from the man, and he sighed in sorrow. He felt his love's pain as the dagger dove deep into his chest and pierced the hard muscle beneath the tender flesh.

"Knock it off Hiei," he scolded, "It was only a dream. Yet, why does my heart feel so heavy?" Hiei wandered into the sitting room where a piano stood in the corner, drenched in a patch of sunlight. He went over to it and touched one of the keys gently. A sweet note resonated through the room, the acoustics bouncing the note back to his ear beautifully. Hiei smiled as he sat down and began to play a piece that he had learned as a child. The song touched every note the piano had to offer, Hiei's skilled hands making love to the keys as he played the melody. He sighed as the melody eased the heaviness from his heart and he thought about Kurama and the time they had kissed. Hiei smiled as he decrescendo into the final measure of the song.

The final note held until it too faded away, and the gentle sound of tinkling teacups filled his ears. Hiei turned around and saw Ryuujin standing at the doorway, holding a tray and leaning heavily upon his wooden cane. Hiei immediately rose, took the tray and bowed to the retired samurai. Ryuujin thanked him with a smile as he wiped away the tears from his eyes.

"Hiei, that was a very beautiful melody," Ryuujin said through a choked voice, "You should play it for Kurama when he returns from his work."

"Where is Kurama? When did he leave? When will he return?" Hiei asked as he helped the elder man sit at the table.

"Calm down Hiei," Ryuujin chuckled as he poured green tea in to two cups, "You are not the only one who knows the hard labors called work. We need bread on the table, just as you do." The old samurai sipped his tea and smiled gently as the warm liquid spread into his soul.

"Ahhh, green tea in the noon time does a soul well," he said softly and took another drink.

"I suppose it does," Hiei said as he drank the tea, "But tell me, when will Kurama return?" Ryuujin chuckled at the boy's impatience, and took his time before he answered him.

"He should return soon. Absences makes the heart grow fonder as they say." Hiei pouted slightly as he thought of the older man's words. But I want my kitsune now! He thought to himself as he drank more tea, gingerly touching the wound in his side as he did so.

"How is your wound doing Hiei?"

"I suppose that it is doing fine. Sleeping for three days seems to have given it enough time to close shut and begin to scar over. I am grateful to you and Kurama for taking me in like this and sheltering me. I will repay the debt…"

"There is nothing to repay. I am glad that you make my son happy, so I will consider Kurama's happiness as…well as it is. You make him happy Hiei, and Kurama has been alone for many years, but it is his story to tell, not mine." He poured more tea into his cup and drank again.

"However, I will tell you a story that the samurai's have believed in for many years. Long, long ago, there were three tribes of people. A tribe of men, a tribe of women, and a tribe of men and women. However, they were not as we are today. Back then, the people of the tribes had four arms, four legs, and one very large head, but on the head the person bore two faces; a man and a man, a woman and a woman, or a man and a woman. Now these people, they had no idea what love was, nor lose, for they were contented as they were. When the gods of the world looked down upon the tribes, they hated them for all they new was happiness and contentment. The leader of the gods, took up a lightning bolt and struck the tribes, splitting them into to two people and scattered them across the earth. The separated halves, searched frantically for themselves, coming upon others, but not finding their other half. Some, however, were lucky enough to discover their lost piece, and try to become one again by mating with one another. In the ordeal, the tribes' people learned the other emotions of the world. They learned of hate, anger, betrayal and most importantly, they learned the pain of lose and the gain of hope and love."

Silence stretched on between the men as they drank their tea. Hiei sighed and looked at Ryuujin, before he asked his question.

"So what does this story have to do with me?" Ryuujin smiled at the president over his teacup.

"I believe that you and Kurama have found yourselves in each other." Ryuujin rose heavily from the table and left the room, leaving Hiei with his confused thoughts.

***

Hiei sat on the cot, which was doused in moonlight, deep in his thoughts. He sat Indian style with his arms folded across his chest, his head bent and his eyes closed. Ryuujin's story kept playing in his mind over and over again as he thought of Kurama. He sighed from the bottom of his soul as he realized that he missed the red head, and wanted him to be here with him. Hiei wanted to hold Kurama and never let go of his gorgeous body, to stroke his hair and kiss his lips.

"Maybe we are supposed to be together," Hiei whispered to himself, "Maybe we are soul mates." He raised his head and gazed out the window, looking at the shining moon. He got up and sat on the windowsill, his back the wall and a blanket around his shoulders, seeking council with the lady moon. Hiei didn't know how long he sat there, when the soft 'swoosh' noise of the door opening caught his attention and he turned his head towards the door. His eyes fell on the form of Kurama, and his heart jumped from his chest.

Kurama made his way forward slowly, limping slightly at some unknown wound. He went to the side of the bed, and whispered Hiei's name. Hiei mentally chuckled, realizing the unmade bed looked like a sleeping person, but he did not move from his perch. Kurama sighed as he began to take off his clothes, and Hiei licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes lowering in desire as he took in Kurama's muscular form. Kurama removed everything, pulled on a loose pair of red silk pants, and, with his eyes closed, sat down on the cot, and laid down on his side, facing the windowsill. His green orbs opened slowly, catching the moonlight in his eyes, illuminating their beauty even more, and Hiei felt his breath catch in his throat. Kurama looked towards the windowsill, and saw Hiei sitting there, gazing peacefully at him.

"Hiei!" Kurama whispered, rising from the bed and leaning his weight on one arm, "How long have you been sitting there?" He watched Hiei intently, and upon his face came a slow, sexy smile that made Kurama's body burn hotly.

"Long enough to satisfy my imagination" he replied huskily.

"You saw me undress? Completely?" Kurama asked timidly, blushing as the words escaped his mouth.

"I did, and as soon as I get over this wound Kurama…" Hiei let his words hang in the air, their passion a bolt of electricity between them. Kurama got up from his bed and went over to Hiei, who opened his arms, emitting Kurama to share the blanket's warmth with him, along with himself. Kurama leaned his back carefully against Hiei's chest, and Hiei wrapped his arms around him, gently stroking his face with one hand while the other caressed his exposed belly. Their legs intertwined with one another, and Kurama turned his face into the crook of Hiei's neck, deeply inhaling his scent. Hiei gently tipped Kurama's chin up and kissed his full lips tenderly. Kurama raised his hand to Hiei's face, gently running his finger tips along the smooth skin of his face, as their souls claimed each other's love. They broke apart and gazed deeply into each other's eyes.

"Hiei, I…" Kurama began, but Hiei placed a finger against his lips, hushing his words.

"There will be time to talk tomorrow," Hiei whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind Kurama's ear, "But let me tell you a story about the world. Long, long ago, there were three tribes of people in the world…"

The night time cooed softly and the lady moon shone sweetly upon the two souls as one told the story of love.