Hints of KuramaxHiei. That's all.
***
The eraser at the end of the short pencil had found a home in Kurama's mouth as he pondered a question in his triginomitry homework. He looked at the clock and frowned.
"It's nearly 18 hours and Hiei hasn't arrived. Maybe he's not staying over for the night." Kurma sighed. He was rather bored and easily distracted at this point. Trig was his hardest class, and he was somehow maintaining a C average. After scratching an answer down on paper, he pushed himself out of his desk chair and crashed onto the bed.
And then there was a faint tap on the window.
"ARGH!" Kurama growled in discontent and rolled onto his back. Then he made his way to the window, aloowing a bruised and badly beaten Hiei tumble onto the floor.
"...Bandages..." was all Hiei managed to mumble. Kurama's eyes grew into the size of saucers and he nodded. He raced to the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. When he came back, Hiei was stripping himself of his garments, causing Kurama to practically nosebleed.
"Stop staring and hand those to me," Hiei nearly snapped, had it not been for the fact he was far from regaining his breath.
So the two worked as a team. Hiei bandaged from the front as Kurama made him screech by pouring rubbing alcohol on his back.
"KURAMA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelped.
"If you aren't treated properly, you may become infected," the redhead replied in a matter-of-fact manner.
"I'd rather become infected."
"Very well, if you'd like to deal with gangrene and amputation."
Hiei pondered his options and looked at Kurama.
"Give me that." He grabbed the bottle from Kurama's hand and began to pour it all over himself. Kurama sweatdropped and laughed nervously.
"Why do I smell so bad?" Hiei demanded impatiently. Resisting the urge to break out in fits of laughter, Kurama bit down on his thumb. He really could have cared less that his room was beginning to smell like a hospital. Grabbing the nearest article of clothing on the floor, Hiei wrapped it around his head and resembled a muslim woman. Unfortunately, the closest pair of clothing were satin boxers in a dirty pile of laundry, thus making Kurama burst out laughing uncontrollably. Suddenly, the shorter fire demon started running around the room, screaming in pain, "IT BURNS! IT BURNS!"
Had Shiori been home, Kurama would have been concerned with the noise level. Luckily, she was working late.
Hiei continued to run around the room until Kurama shut the door as he made his way for the exit. Hiei was now left unconscience.
***
Sunlight began to pour through the blinds, prying open Hiei's eyes from slumber. The outline of Kurama could be seen as brilliant rays engulfed his body.
"You bastard! You horny kitsune! While I was drunk, you took advantage of my body, didn't you?!?"
Kurama blinked.
"Hiei, rubbing alcohol doesn't make you drunk...unless....HIEI! Did you drink it?"
"I woke up last night, I had a headache. It said 'alcohol' on the bottle..."
In response, Kurama slapped his forehead and looked towards the empty bottle lying on the floor.
"Ok, well, why did you think I...did that...to you?"
"I had this crazy dream last night, and I didn't really think you did. Although I was hoping you did. Now give me my katana so I may taunt you a second time!"
"That's it! No more Monty Python reruns for you!"
After a bit of laughter, the two settled down and Kurama sat at the edge of the bed. He looked at Hiei with a smirk.
"So what DID happen yesterday?"
Hiei stretched, sat up, and glared into the distance.
"Well, if you HAVE to know," he began slowly, "I was looking for a meal, when suddenly I was attacked by a horrendous demon of some sort that I've never seen before. It was horrifying. And then this mob of ningens, the must have been associated with it, assulted me with various weapons including gravity-defying devices and stick substances. After they thought they had mistaken me for one of the polar animals, they threw me into an icy pond with many of these other beasts, and one made a mess on my leg! It was the most humiliating thing I've ever been through!"
"I'm sorry I asked."
For a minute, an awkward silence filled the distance between the two.
"So...Kurama, what would you say to getting a yak?"
Kurama looked up and blinked. In all honesty, it was the last thing he expected to hear from Hiei.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Well, besides the total randomness of that question..."
"The 'why not?' question?"
"No, the question before that..."
"Yeah, that'd be the 'why not?'."
"I mean the question about the yak."
"And not the 'why not?'."
Kurama sighed.
"We can't get a yak."
"Why not?"
"HIEI! Anyway, we can't because we wouldn't be able to put it anywhere and...why do you want to get a yak in the first place?"
"...Burgers?"
"I see....well, I doubt my mother would allow one in the house. Although....that would be a lot of burgers...Hiei, where are you going?"
Hiei had gotten dressed and was now in the process of throwing the dark cloak over his broad shoulders. He turned around and merely replied, "Out."
***
To destroy the enemy, one has to become the enemy.
Hiei was sitting right outside the yak's pen, staring it in the eye. It hadn't blinked for 45 minutes. Hiei was bored. It was then that two men appeared from behind the beast and began to lure it away with fresh vegtables. It snorted at Hiei and followed them.
"Where are you taking that?!" Hiei yelled in total frustration. One of the men turned around and replied, "He's going back home. He was only a temporary display for the zoo."
"Oh..well where would that be?"
"Finland."
And then Hiei was gone.
***
"Kurama, what's the fastest way to Finland?"
"An airplane....where are you going?"
"...Out."
***
The eraser at the end of the short pencil had found a home in Kurama's mouth as he pondered a question in his triginomitry homework. He looked at the clock and frowned.
"It's nearly 18 hours and Hiei hasn't arrived. Maybe he's not staying over for the night." Kurma sighed. He was rather bored and easily distracted at this point. Trig was his hardest class, and he was somehow maintaining a C average. After scratching an answer down on paper, he pushed himself out of his desk chair and crashed onto the bed.
And then there was a faint tap on the window.
"ARGH!" Kurama growled in discontent and rolled onto his back. Then he made his way to the window, aloowing a bruised and badly beaten Hiei tumble onto the floor.
"...Bandages..." was all Hiei managed to mumble. Kurama's eyes grew into the size of saucers and he nodded. He raced to the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. When he came back, Hiei was stripping himself of his garments, causing Kurama to practically nosebleed.
"Stop staring and hand those to me," Hiei nearly snapped, had it not been for the fact he was far from regaining his breath.
So the two worked as a team. Hiei bandaged from the front as Kurama made him screech by pouring rubbing alcohol on his back.
"KURAMA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelped.
"If you aren't treated properly, you may become infected," the redhead replied in a matter-of-fact manner.
"I'd rather become infected."
"Very well, if you'd like to deal with gangrene and amputation."
Hiei pondered his options and looked at Kurama.
"Give me that." He grabbed the bottle from Kurama's hand and began to pour it all over himself. Kurama sweatdropped and laughed nervously.
"Why do I smell so bad?" Hiei demanded impatiently. Resisting the urge to break out in fits of laughter, Kurama bit down on his thumb. He really could have cared less that his room was beginning to smell like a hospital. Grabbing the nearest article of clothing on the floor, Hiei wrapped it around his head and resembled a muslim woman. Unfortunately, the closest pair of clothing were satin boxers in a dirty pile of laundry, thus making Kurama burst out laughing uncontrollably. Suddenly, the shorter fire demon started running around the room, screaming in pain, "IT BURNS! IT BURNS!"
Had Shiori been home, Kurama would have been concerned with the noise level. Luckily, she was working late.
Hiei continued to run around the room until Kurama shut the door as he made his way for the exit. Hiei was now left unconscience.
***
Sunlight began to pour through the blinds, prying open Hiei's eyes from slumber. The outline of Kurama could be seen as brilliant rays engulfed his body.
"You bastard! You horny kitsune! While I was drunk, you took advantage of my body, didn't you?!?"
Kurama blinked.
"Hiei, rubbing alcohol doesn't make you drunk...unless....HIEI! Did you drink it?"
"I woke up last night, I had a headache. It said 'alcohol' on the bottle..."
In response, Kurama slapped his forehead and looked towards the empty bottle lying on the floor.
"Ok, well, why did you think I...did that...to you?"
"I had this crazy dream last night, and I didn't really think you did. Although I was hoping you did. Now give me my katana so I may taunt you a second time!"
"That's it! No more Monty Python reruns for you!"
After a bit of laughter, the two settled down and Kurama sat at the edge of the bed. He looked at Hiei with a smirk.
"So what DID happen yesterday?"
Hiei stretched, sat up, and glared into the distance.
"Well, if you HAVE to know," he began slowly, "I was looking for a meal, when suddenly I was attacked by a horrendous demon of some sort that I've never seen before. It was horrifying. And then this mob of ningens, the must have been associated with it, assulted me with various weapons including gravity-defying devices and stick substances. After they thought they had mistaken me for one of the polar animals, they threw me into an icy pond with many of these other beasts, and one made a mess on my leg! It was the most humiliating thing I've ever been through!"
"I'm sorry I asked."
For a minute, an awkward silence filled the distance between the two.
"So...Kurama, what would you say to getting a yak?"
Kurama looked up and blinked. In all honesty, it was the last thing he expected to hear from Hiei.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Well, besides the total randomness of that question..."
"The 'why not?' question?"
"No, the question before that..."
"Yeah, that'd be the 'why not?'."
"I mean the question about the yak."
"And not the 'why not?'."
Kurama sighed.
"We can't get a yak."
"Why not?"
"HIEI! Anyway, we can't because we wouldn't be able to put it anywhere and...why do you want to get a yak in the first place?"
"...Burgers?"
"I see....well, I doubt my mother would allow one in the house. Although....that would be a lot of burgers...Hiei, where are you going?"
Hiei had gotten dressed and was now in the process of throwing the dark cloak over his broad shoulders. He turned around and merely replied, "Out."
***
To destroy the enemy, one has to become the enemy.
Hiei was sitting right outside the yak's pen, staring it in the eye. It hadn't blinked for 45 minutes. Hiei was bored. It was then that two men appeared from behind the beast and began to lure it away with fresh vegtables. It snorted at Hiei and followed them.
"Where are you taking that?!" Hiei yelled in total frustration. One of the men turned around and replied, "He's going back home. He was only a temporary display for the zoo."
"Oh..well where would that be?"
"Finland."
And then Hiei was gone.
***
"Kurama, what's the fastest way to Finland?"
"An airplane....where are you going?"
"...Out."