I don't own any of these guys. I just like to make them go through my
twisted, angsty plots. Hope you enjoy. Usual disclaimers. More will come
after this.
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~ midnyte-fox
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I woke the next morning with the sun in my eyes. Glancing at the clock, I realized with some amazement that it was nearly ten o'clock. I never slept past eight. Then again, I didn't normally stay up until all hours of the night, confused and exhausted.
I had tried to fall asleep. I had tried not to think about what he had said. It seemed the gods were against me, though, because no matter how tired I became, my mind still wouldn't let the matter rest. I must have gone over the exchange a thousand times, and every time I did, I kicked myself for letting him leave. Yet, at the same time, I was angry that he had dropped that question on me with no warning. I couldn't very well be expected to be glib in a situation like that.
What did he mean that I made him feel unsettled? Was it the fact that I've developed the habits of a ningen? Was it concern? No, it couldn't be concern. Hiei couldn't have been concerned about me. He knows I am capable of handling whatever is thrown my way. That is, if he even thinks about it.
I felt heat rise to my face. A little voice inside of me berated me for telling such a lie.
I couldn't very well handle my feelings the previous night when I nearly broke down. I frowned in annoyance. How could he, a little koorime, make me unsure of myself. It wasn't fair. He had no right to interfere with my emotions.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I threw off the covers. Rising and walking into the bathroom, I pulled a towel out of the closet. Laying it across the bar next to the shower, I began to undress, thankful that it was the weekend and I didn't have to rush.
I turned the water on, breathing in the steam and letting the water heat to a point that was just warmer than was comfortable. I still enjoy the luxuries of hot water. Stepping into the shower, I let the water wash away all the negativity that had been dogging me for the last few weeks. My conflicting emotions warred within me, and I was barely able to keep both anger and despair under control. Finally, I pushed them to the back of my mind. My worries drained out of me, and I didn't allow myself to think. I preferred to stay in a state of thoughtlessness. I couldn't hurt if I didn't think. And I had all day to worry about the illogical rage. Now, I was just going to enjoy my shower.
I was rinsing the soap from my hair when I felt a presence and heard the window click shut. Everything flooded back into my mind, and I swore, the anger surfacing.
Hurriedly, I finished my shower and stepped out. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I opened the door and peered into my room.
Hiei faced the window, not bothering to turn as I closed the bathroom door behind me. His arms were at his sides, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Hiei?" I tried to keep the resentment out of my voice. He had disturbed me. I walked toward him, my bare feet sinking into the carpet.
He continued to stare out the window until I reached him. When he did move, it was only to glance at me.
"You're all wet, fox." His tone was calm and observant. I felt a flash of groundless rage. How could he be so collected when I was going out of my mind with the force of my emotions? All because of him.
"I'm so glad you noticed." My tone was drier than autumn leaves.
He chuckled. "We've been spending too much time together, fox. The others are going to accuse me of corrupting you."
I looked at him askance. "What is that supposed to mean?" His easy tone struck me as odd.
He turned, sitting on the windowsill. "You sounded much like I do just then."
I blinked. "I suppose I did. Not that that's such a bad thing." I couldn't help feeling querulous.
He looked at me curiously. "What's wrong?"
I frowned. "Nothing." Except that you disturbed my peace, making everything rush back to me with godlike speed. I tamped down my emotions forcefully.
He gave me a skeptical look, but I ignored it.
"What brings you here? In the middle of the day, no less." My tone was short, almost biting. Warning flags raised in my mind as another part of me was shocked at my unusual display of temper. Hiding my confusion, I walked back to the bathroom, reaching for another towel to dry my hair, since I couldn't very well use the one wrapped around my waist.
He didn't answer, and when I returned, he was sitting on my bed, amid the rumpled blankets, leaning against my headboard. I frowned at him.
"Shoes and katana off," I growled, for lack of anything better to say. Part of me rejoiced at the sight of him in the middle of my bed, but another part wanted to throw him out.
"Hn." Hiei looked slightly annoyed, but complied. "I don't see why ningens are so attached to material possessions."
I sat down next to him. "Because so many of them feel the need to measure their worth, and the easiest way to do that is by what they own."
Hiei snorted. "Baka ningens. Don't any of them know that material possessions are only that? They can be replaced."
I finished toweling my hair, and looked up at the koorime. His mouth twitched, and I could see a glint of amusement in his eyes. "What's so funny?"
He reached out and smoothed down a lock of my hair. I barely restrained myself from shivering as his fingers brushed the side of my neck. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to lean into the light touch or push him violently away. An unfamiliar emotion roiled in the pit of my stomach.
"Your hair was out of place." His voice sounded huskier than normal. He reached up again, and moved closer, his fingers sliding through my hair. I froze, shivering, on the edge between desire and rage. His hand slid down my shoulder, fingertips barely brushing my skin. I shuddered.
"H-H-Hiei." I could barely speak. Something was wrong. I realized my throat was tight with fear. My anger at the roiling emotions underneath my façade could easily erupt. I closed my eyes, trying to regain my control. What's wrong with me?
Then his hand slid around to the back of my neck and his lips brushed mine.
His mouth was so soft.
Hope flared in my chest.
Then anger burst out, and I pulled away wildly, moving to the other side of the room. I was shaking. I kept my back to him, not wanting him to see the feelings I couldn't control.
Then he spoke, calm and cool.
"I take it that you didn't approve."
His tone was flat, and I ached to hear the defensive ice. Suddenly the rage drained out of me, replaced by dread. I turned.
"Hiei, I-" I stopped short, squeezing my eyes shut to contain the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. I failed, and they coursed down my face in burning rivers.
He was gone.
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~ midnyte-fox
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I woke the next morning with the sun in my eyes. Glancing at the clock, I realized with some amazement that it was nearly ten o'clock. I never slept past eight. Then again, I didn't normally stay up until all hours of the night, confused and exhausted.
I had tried to fall asleep. I had tried not to think about what he had said. It seemed the gods were against me, though, because no matter how tired I became, my mind still wouldn't let the matter rest. I must have gone over the exchange a thousand times, and every time I did, I kicked myself for letting him leave. Yet, at the same time, I was angry that he had dropped that question on me with no warning. I couldn't very well be expected to be glib in a situation like that.
What did he mean that I made him feel unsettled? Was it the fact that I've developed the habits of a ningen? Was it concern? No, it couldn't be concern. Hiei couldn't have been concerned about me. He knows I am capable of handling whatever is thrown my way. That is, if he even thinks about it.
I felt heat rise to my face. A little voice inside of me berated me for telling such a lie.
I couldn't very well handle my feelings the previous night when I nearly broke down. I frowned in annoyance. How could he, a little koorime, make me unsure of myself. It wasn't fair. He had no right to interfere with my emotions.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I threw off the covers. Rising and walking into the bathroom, I pulled a towel out of the closet. Laying it across the bar next to the shower, I began to undress, thankful that it was the weekend and I didn't have to rush.
I turned the water on, breathing in the steam and letting the water heat to a point that was just warmer than was comfortable. I still enjoy the luxuries of hot water. Stepping into the shower, I let the water wash away all the negativity that had been dogging me for the last few weeks. My conflicting emotions warred within me, and I was barely able to keep both anger and despair under control. Finally, I pushed them to the back of my mind. My worries drained out of me, and I didn't allow myself to think. I preferred to stay in a state of thoughtlessness. I couldn't hurt if I didn't think. And I had all day to worry about the illogical rage. Now, I was just going to enjoy my shower.
I was rinsing the soap from my hair when I felt a presence and heard the window click shut. Everything flooded back into my mind, and I swore, the anger surfacing.
Hurriedly, I finished my shower and stepped out. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I opened the door and peered into my room.
Hiei faced the window, not bothering to turn as I closed the bathroom door behind me. His arms were at his sides, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Hiei?" I tried to keep the resentment out of my voice. He had disturbed me. I walked toward him, my bare feet sinking into the carpet.
He continued to stare out the window until I reached him. When he did move, it was only to glance at me.
"You're all wet, fox." His tone was calm and observant. I felt a flash of groundless rage. How could he be so collected when I was going out of my mind with the force of my emotions? All because of him.
"I'm so glad you noticed." My tone was drier than autumn leaves.
He chuckled. "We've been spending too much time together, fox. The others are going to accuse me of corrupting you."
I looked at him askance. "What is that supposed to mean?" His easy tone struck me as odd.
He turned, sitting on the windowsill. "You sounded much like I do just then."
I blinked. "I suppose I did. Not that that's such a bad thing." I couldn't help feeling querulous.
He looked at me curiously. "What's wrong?"
I frowned. "Nothing." Except that you disturbed my peace, making everything rush back to me with godlike speed. I tamped down my emotions forcefully.
He gave me a skeptical look, but I ignored it.
"What brings you here? In the middle of the day, no less." My tone was short, almost biting. Warning flags raised in my mind as another part of me was shocked at my unusual display of temper. Hiding my confusion, I walked back to the bathroom, reaching for another towel to dry my hair, since I couldn't very well use the one wrapped around my waist.
He didn't answer, and when I returned, he was sitting on my bed, amid the rumpled blankets, leaning against my headboard. I frowned at him.
"Shoes and katana off," I growled, for lack of anything better to say. Part of me rejoiced at the sight of him in the middle of my bed, but another part wanted to throw him out.
"Hn." Hiei looked slightly annoyed, but complied. "I don't see why ningens are so attached to material possessions."
I sat down next to him. "Because so many of them feel the need to measure their worth, and the easiest way to do that is by what they own."
Hiei snorted. "Baka ningens. Don't any of them know that material possessions are only that? They can be replaced."
I finished toweling my hair, and looked up at the koorime. His mouth twitched, and I could see a glint of amusement in his eyes. "What's so funny?"
He reached out and smoothed down a lock of my hair. I barely restrained myself from shivering as his fingers brushed the side of my neck. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to lean into the light touch or push him violently away. An unfamiliar emotion roiled in the pit of my stomach.
"Your hair was out of place." His voice sounded huskier than normal. He reached up again, and moved closer, his fingers sliding through my hair. I froze, shivering, on the edge between desire and rage. His hand slid down my shoulder, fingertips barely brushing my skin. I shuddered.
"H-H-Hiei." I could barely speak. Something was wrong. I realized my throat was tight with fear. My anger at the roiling emotions underneath my façade could easily erupt. I closed my eyes, trying to regain my control. What's wrong with me?
Then his hand slid around to the back of my neck and his lips brushed mine.
His mouth was so soft.
Hope flared in my chest.
Then anger burst out, and I pulled away wildly, moving to the other side of the room. I was shaking. I kept my back to him, not wanting him to see the feelings I couldn't control.
Then he spoke, calm and cool.
"I take it that you didn't approve."
His tone was flat, and I ached to hear the defensive ice. Suddenly the rage drained out of me, replaced by dread. I turned.
"Hiei, I-" I stopped short, squeezing my eyes shut to contain the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. I failed, and they coursed down my face in burning rivers.
He was gone.
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Next chapter is on it's way.