Roses Are Black
By MysticHakai24
Morning was bright and sunny, though a bit chilly. The sky was clear blue with some puffy clouds in the sky. And Kurama woke up. He knew today was going to be a bad, bad day for him. Yes, it was a holiday, but guess which one. Valentine's Day.
Kurama grabbed his pink school uniform and pulled it on. He grabbed his briefcase and walked downstairs, greeting his mother along the way. After finishing his bowl of rice, the kitsune glanced at the clock, almost time to go. A few seconds ticked by, and finally, the minute hand struck the nine. Kurama sighed. It was school time.
The long walk to school shortened clearly, though unknown to Kurama's fan group as they crowded around him more furiously than the other days, shouting and screaming his name over and over. Kurama's head ached, his mind was cloudy, but there was still a whole seven hours of school before him, and there was going to be more torture from these females.
The school bell rung, saving Kurama from most of the girls, but the ones that shared the same class as he followed him, clinging on to his left arm, letting the others glare jealously. And by the time the youko made it to the classroom, his briefcase, arms, and hands were full of boxes of white chocolates, milk chocolates, cards, weird and strange hearts, and love letters. Many of the boys stared at him jealously, wanting his good looks and talents.
And by lunch, it was unbearable, his desk and briefcase were pounded with treats, there were some bulging out of his pockets, so when no girls could see, Kurama gave some away. It was mean, yes, but Kurama couldn't carry that much anymore. He was already loaded and, Inari-sama, think of what the afternoon would hold. What a head ache, poor, poor, fox...
* * *
Hiei growled and clenched his fists as he saw those stupid, ningen shoujos crowding over his fox, giving him sweets and cards and, what a waste when Kurama was already his.
[Ah, but he isn't yours, is he?] a little voice cakled evilly in his head.
"Shut up," Hiei muttered to himself. 'Because the fox WILL be mine,' the Jaganshi thought to himself. He glared at the many females down there. "Just look at them," Hiei said to no one particular. "Glowering over my Kurama as if he was only a prize. He is mine and they will never have him. I swear."
[But does your Kurama feel the same, may I ask?] It was that pesky voice again.
Hiei chuckled softly to himself. "It does not matter to me, and when should anything matter to me? I am the Forbidden Child. It didn't matter to me when they threw me off that cliff, did it? If they didn't, I would have never met my itooshi. I have feelings for him, and if cannot accept that, then fine, I shall take him."
[That is mean, though. Do you not agree?]
"Shut up you pesky voice, mean or not, I shall always be mean," Hiei snarled viciously. And the annoying voice left it at that.
"And like I said, he shall be mine, no matter the circumstances."
* * *
Kurama smiled at Mai Ishaboda, she had attached herself, and offered to carry half of his gifts. "Hold on," Kurama said, going through his briefcase to make sure his gift to Hiei was still there and not accidentally taken by a fan.
The Jaganshi had always inspired him, even with that cold attitude of his. He would not tell his own sister her dark (or as Hiei said dark) secret because he knew it would ruin her. Well, actually, it wouldn't. But Hiei had given him a new meaning to the word love.
Kurama or rather, Shuuichi loved his mother very much. But this was different, it was the love that you would share and bond forever with. In simpler words, Kurama fell in love with the half-Koorime, Hiei.
Finally finding the gift, a box of sweet chocolates and a small pendant, Kurama smiled to himself and stuffed everything back into his briefcase. But then something hit the floor gently in front of him. It was a rock.
It was a medium-sized rock with a note attached to it. Curious, Kurama reached out for the rock. He unlaced the paper from the rock and just held it.
"What is it, Minamino-san?"
Kurama jumped. He had forgotten that Mai was there, really. "Nothing, Ishaboda-san. Nothing." But Kurama was afraid of what he might find in there, in that note. Finally, Kurama opened the note and read the enticingly short message.
Just a fewe more minuets nowe...
Kurama gulped and glanced around him. Nothing. Not a signature of any kind of ki except for Mai, himself, and some girls who thought they were hiding very well behind some trees nearby.
"Daijobu ja, Minamino-san?"
"Umm... I'm okay. Listen Mai, I've got to go," Kurama replied so fast, he quickly sprinted back home.
"But what about your gifts?" Mai shrieked.
Kurama saighed and yelled over his shoulder, "Keep them!"
He could hear the screams of girls far beind him. That problem was over, now for the bigger one.
* * *
He was changed and staring at the one rose on his desk. There was youki ratiating off of it. And kurama wanted to avoid all demons as possible.
The rose was midnight black, a beautiful color which glowed blue in any form of light. Its stem was rich green, the thorns were cut off, and the midnight rose lie on top of a note.
Kurama ignored it and started his Science homework on his neatly-made bed. But something didn't feel right. He ignored it again, however, and continued right with his assignment.
Finally, the temptation got to him. Kurama stood up, picked up the black rose, picked up the note, put the flower back down, and opened the note to read. The message scared him.
i'm heare
Kurama, a bit scared for no reason whatsoever, turned around to see something. Nothing. At least not yet. He sighed and smiled mentally. But he shouldn't have so early.
"I'm over here," said a voice behind him.
Kurama spun around and came mace to face with his briend. Emerald green to piercing red. It was Hiei.
"H-Hiei?
Hiei smirked. "That's what they call me."
Kurama stared, disbelief in his eyes. "But, I never... I thought..."
Hiei made a false pout on his pale face. "You don't want me here, kitsune? You want me to leave? Already?"
Kurama immediately shook his head. "Iie! No! I was just surprised, that's all. I didn't know that you would-"
"Okay then."
And Hiei tip-toed and leaned up, Kurama's eyes widened as flesh came upon flesh. His emerald eyes were in deep shock and Hiei's eyes were closed, enjoying the kiss while it lasted. It felt...warm and...right. As if they were meant to be. And maybe they were. Who knew?
Hiei ran his tongue over Kurama's soft lips, his fox smelled so much like the natural rainforests in Brazil. So lovely... And all his. No one else's.
Kurama smiled and leaned in with the soft kiss, he began to feel comfortable and safe...loved. The little fire demon, never loved and no feelings, it was very surprising. But enjoy as they lasts, they say. so Kurama leaned in and enjoyed it as he could.
'That's right,' Hiei thought happily as the fox leaned in closer, enjoying every moment of this. The kitsune was his. All his. No one would steal his Kurama away from him. not a fan girl. Not Mai Ishaboda.
It was fate.
By MysticHakai24
Morning was bright and sunny, though a bit chilly. The sky was clear blue with some puffy clouds in the sky. And Kurama woke up. He knew today was going to be a bad, bad day for him. Yes, it was a holiday, but guess which one. Valentine's Day.
Kurama grabbed his pink school uniform and pulled it on. He grabbed his briefcase and walked downstairs, greeting his mother along the way. After finishing his bowl of rice, the kitsune glanced at the clock, almost time to go. A few seconds ticked by, and finally, the minute hand struck the nine. Kurama sighed. It was school time.
The long walk to school shortened clearly, though unknown to Kurama's fan group as they crowded around him more furiously than the other days, shouting and screaming his name over and over. Kurama's head ached, his mind was cloudy, but there was still a whole seven hours of school before him, and there was going to be more torture from these females.
The school bell rung, saving Kurama from most of the girls, but the ones that shared the same class as he followed him, clinging on to his left arm, letting the others glare jealously. And by the time the youko made it to the classroom, his briefcase, arms, and hands were full of boxes of white chocolates, milk chocolates, cards, weird and strange hearts, and love letters. Many of the boys stared at him jealously, wanting his good looks and talents.
And by lunch, it was unbearable, his desk and briefcase were pounded with treats, there were some bulging out of his pockets, so when no girls could see, Kurama gave some away. It was mean, yes, but Kurama couldn't carry that much anymore. He was already loaded and, Inari-sama, think of what the afternoon would hold. What a head ache, poor, poor, fox...
* * *
Hiei growled and clenched his fists as he saw those stupid, ningen shoujos crowding over his fox, giving him sweets and cards and, what a waste when Kurama was already his.
[Ah, but he isn't yours, is he?] a little voice cakled evilly in his head.
"Shut up," Hiei muttered to himself. 'Because the fox WILL be mine,' the Jaganshi thought to himself. He glared at the many females down there. "Just look at them," Hiei said to no one particular. "Glowering over my Kurama as if he was only a prize. He is mine and they will never have him. I swear."
[But does your Kurama feel the same, may I ask?] It was that pesky voice again.
Hiei chuckled softly to himself. "It does not matter to me, and when should anything matter to me? I am the Forbidden Child. It didn't matter to me when they threw me off that cliff, did it? If they didn't, I would have never met my itooshi. I have feelings for him, and if cannot accept that, then fine, I shall take him."
[That is mean, though. Do you not agree?]
"Shut up you pesky voice, mean or not, I shall always be mean," Hiei snarled viciously. And the annoying voice left it at that.
"And like I said, he shall be mine, no matter the circumstances."
* * *
Kurama smiled at Mai Ishaboda, she had attached herself, and offered to carry half of his gifts. "Hold on," Kurama said, going through his briefcase to make sure his gift to Hiei was still there and not accidentally taken by a fan.
The Jaganshi had always inspired him, even with that cold attitude of his. He would not tell his own sister her dark (or as Hiei said dark) secret because he knew it would ruin her. Well, actually, it wouldn't. But Hiei had given him a new meaning to the word love.
Kurama or rather, Shuuichi loved his mother very much. But this was different, it was the love that you would share and bond forever with. In simpler words, Kurama fell in love with the half-Koorime, Hiei.
Finally finding the gift, a box of sweet chocolates and a small pendant, Kurama smiled to himself and stuffed everything back into his briefcase. But then something hit the floor gently in front of him. It was a rock.
It was a medium-sized rock with a note attached to it. Curious, Kurama reached out for the rock. He unlaced the paper from the rock and just held it.
"What is it, Minamino-san?"
Kurama jumped. He had forgotten that Mai was there, really. "Nothing, Ishaboda-san. Nothing." But Kurama was afraid of what he might find in there, in that note. Finally, Kurama opened the note and read the enticingly short message.
Just a fewe more minuets nowe...
Kurama gulped and glanced around him. Nothing. Not a signature of any kind of ki except for Mai, himself, and some girls who thought they were hiding very well behind some trees nearby.
"Daijobu ja, Minamino-san?"
"Umm... I'm okay. Listen Mai, I've got to go," Kurama replied so fast, he quickly sprinted back home.
"But what about your gifts?" Mai shrieked.
Kurama saighed and yelled over his shoulder, "Keep them!"
He could hear the screams of girls far beind him. That problem was over, now for the bigger one.
* * *
He was changed and staring at the one rose on his desk. There was youki ratiating off of it. And kurama wanted to avoid all demons as possible.
The rose was midnight black, a beautiful color which glowed blue in any form of light. Its stem was rich green, the thorns were cut off, and the midnight rose lie on top of a note.
Kurama ignored it and started his Science homework on his neatly-made bed. But something didn't feel right. He ignored it again, however, and continued right with his assignment.
Finally, the temptation got to him. Kurama stood up, picked up the black rose, picked up the note, put the flower back down, and opened the note to read. The message scared him.
i'm heare
Kurama, a bit scared for no reason whatsoever, turned around to see something. Nothing. At least not yet. He sighed and smiled mentally. But he shouldn't have so early.
"I'm over here," said a voice behind him.
Kurama spun around and came mace to face with his briend. Emerald green to piercing red. It was Hiei.
"H-Hiei?
Hiei smirked. "That's what they call me."
Kurama stared, disbelief in his eyes. "But, I never... I thought..."
Hiei made a false pout on his pale face. "You don't want me here, kitsune? You want me to leave? Already?"
Kurama immediately shook his head. "Iie! No! I was just surprised, that's all. I didn't know that you would-"
"Okay then."
And Hiei tip-toed and leaned up, Kurama's eyes widened as flesh came upon flesh. His emerald eyes were in deep shock and Hiei's eyes were closed, enjoying the kiss while it lasted. It felt...warm and...right. As if they were meant to be. And maybe they were. Who knew?
Hiei ran his tongue over Kurama's soft lips, his fox smelled so much like the natural rainforests in Brazil. So lovely... And all his. No one else's.
Kurama smiled and leaned in with the soft kiss, he began to feel comfortable and safe...loved. The little fire demon, never loved and no feelings, it was very surprising. But enjoy as they lasts, they say. so Kurama leaned in and enjoyed it as he could.
'That's right,' Hiei thought happily as the fox leaned in closer, enjoying every moment of this. The kitsune was his. All his. No one would steal his Kurama away from him. not a fan girl. Not Mai Ishaboda.
It was fate.
