Chantal's ramblings: Hullo all! This is Kurama and Hiei romance. They should be lovin' each other up in no time whatsoever. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately…I don't own this show or these characters.
There was the sound of a body falling through the brush. With a soft grunt and a curse, the figure landed and began to scurry to his feet. It was too late.
Amid the tangled masses of limbs, roots and hair a lone sword point moved in; pressing
its metal flesh against the neck of the fallen one.
A tremor shook the throat of the disgraced and his eyes strayed from his companion's for an exit.
It was too long.
"You've lost your touch, fox" the dark swords man, said almost menacingly before he vanished all together.
The one on the ground stood, bones and joints aching, and looked in the direction of the fleeing figure. An eyebrow lowered over green oculars as his lips drew into a tight pout.
There was only one word on those lips;
"Hiei."
Kurama writhed in bed; fists clutching at the covers, eyes closed and mouth agape. Sweat poured down his face and he gasped. Comforter shed, his body flings forward, slim digits
combing through his hair distractedly.
It was all too strange. Head turning slowly side-to-side, he forces his legs closer to his chest. Sighing, shoulders slumped, Kurama shifts in
bed, feet landing silently on the floor.
Eyes strayed to the clock on his desk. It read 4:00 AM. Another night of lost sleep and all over some man he didn't even know.
It was distracting him from his mother.
Lips pursed, he leans forward, hands pushing off of the bed for balance, before striding carefully into the bathroom.
Quickly undressing, the man throws his discarded clothes in a bin before turning to the
mirror.
He looked dejected.
His skin still had its pale tinge, but now it was almost ghastly.
His facial expression was maddening;
eyes downcast and lips pressed firmly together.
Turning the faucet to the left, Kurama splashes the cold running water on to his face and gasped.
Freezing in place, he tilts his head towards the window of his room, cocking an ear.
He heard something.
Quickly grabbing a towel, he wraps it around his hips, feeling the fabric fall mid-thigh.
Glancing half-heartedly at the window, he studies the darkness behind the glass.
Nothing.
It was like in his dreams; when that man would just…disappear.
Shuddering at the morbid thought of a stalker, he hurries back into the bathroom. He would get cleaned up before he saw his mother.
She didn't deserve to see him like this, when she was so ill.
Pushing those thoughts back, his trembling hands reach out for the shower curtains, pulling them aside. The towel drops to the ground and bare feet land heedlessly on cool stone. Minutes later, hot water was pouring down his back, ravaging his body.
Steam was collecting in the small area of the room. Moaning at the welcomed pain, Kurama's thoughts strayed to his 'mother.'
He knew the truth, even if she did not.
He had stolen the life of Shuichi Minamio; to protect his own hide.
The life of a demon was a dangerous one…
Especially his past life.
Yet she had still protected him, cared for him.
He was finally beginning to love…
Then the disease hit. His mother had cancer.
And, no matter what he tried, nothing would work.
The doctors said she only had an estimated week.
Kurama's breath caught in his throat; hitched, as he tried to hold back a sob. It's funny, he had always thought that human emotions would be trying; but now that he was
deadpan in the middle of them, he found he couldn't live without them.
Even emotional pain.
He stepped out of the shower, slick drops of water dripping on the floor, and quickly
turned the water off. He just had to do something for her.
He had too…
It was then, that his ears picked up a slight noise. Something was scratching at his window. Shrugging it off as a tree, his hands fumble with the towel, rubbing it across his
chest and shoulders, legs and back and finally throughout his long ruby-colored hair.
Kurama couldn't exactly remember when his dreams started. As far as he knew, he had never met someone called Hiei.
Oh well.
Moving to his dresser, eyes flicking from wall to wall, his hands reach out, drawling out his school uniform.
It matched his hair.
Quickly throwing on the clothes, he sighs when he realizes how baggy they are. How much weight had he lost?
Something hit his window, not exactly shattering it, but to say that it rumbled would be an understatement.
Brows furrowed, he rushed over to the locked window taking long strides, only then
noticing that it had begun to storm; outside he saw a pair of eyes.
But not just any eyes…
They were red and almond shaped and they blinked as he stared.
He knew those eyes.
Knew them all too well, actually.
Swallowing, he reaches out, unlocking the window; lifting it up.
He had to suppress a smile as the figure entered.
He was sopping wet, dark hair (which had white streaks) hung low on his face.
His dark clothes clung to his body.
Ushering the wet demon off of his bed, Kurama practically leaped for the bathroom.
Coming out with a few towels, he tosses them over to the undignified-looking person before him.
Nothing was said between them; Kurama just watched the silent figure dry himself, eyes scrutinizing everything.
He could find nothing wrong with this shady looking character.
He was actually sort-of-cute, in that don't-touch-me kind of way.
Kurama wasn't surprised when his companion turned.
"You've lost your touch, fox." Was all he said.
And Kurama's eyes widened, mouth opened slightly.
He wanted to ask him how he knew about his past as a Yoko.
But all he could stutter was a rather fair question.
"Who are you..?" His lips slowly formed the words even as his eyes turned away from the stranger's body.
The recently dried person tilted his head, a slight smirk pulling at his somber features, red eyes flashed towards green. He seemed to be thinking, before he uttered his name.
"Hiei."
