This fanfic contains YAOI content! It also alludes to rape, brief mention
of drug use, a little bit of naughty language, and some self-violence. You
can't say I didn't warn you!
You guys like me! You actually like me! ^_^ * sniffles happily * Okie, I'll keep posting as long as the reviews are good. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did I'd be getting love letters from myself. I don't own Serial Experiments Lain, either.
These disclaimers depress me.
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Kurama stifled a yawn, ducking through the plastic flaps that served as a door for the warehouse of freezers. Two jobs, school, and Hiei were definitely having their effect. His eyes were circled at all times, his beautiful red hair lackluster, and his skin paler than usual. But he couldn't stop. He needed to make it up to Hiei. He needed to get a third job to pay for the hospital bills. He wasn't sure what had caused Hiei's need to hurt himself, but he was pretty sure it was partly his fault. The little demon didn't talk to anyone else because he was always stuck here, helping Kurama with bills while he struggled through college. Hiei couldn't understand why Kurama did these things, but he was never unwilling to help him with it.
"Hour late, Minamino. That's a write-up," his boss yelled from across the building, writing something down on a clipboard. Kurama stifled a groan.
"Gomen, boss," he said, ducking his head in apology. "My friend had an accident and-"
"-and now you're 50 boxes behind! You have 30 minutes to catch up," his boss snapped as he went back to whatever it was bosses did when they had people to do the bitch-work.
Kurama did groan this time. 50 boxes, 50 pounds each. Time to load the trucks: 30 minutes? 2500 pounds of produce from their respective freezers to the trucks. The numbers were too much to consider. He checked the lists and go to work. Not even dollies were used here at the produce supply. Boss said if they got dollies, they went to minimum wage, because he was paying them for their strength. Youko Kurama would have no problem, of course, but he was the human Shuuichi. While very strong, the human body wasn't nearly as strong as the youko.
Hiei could do it again anytime. He could be doing it right now. Kurama frowned, going about his task without a thought for the boxes. The more you thought about the task, the quicker you tired.
He had all night to focus on Hiei instead.
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The music was pounding at the Club Cyberia. ((MWUAHA, name theft. If you recognize the name, then you understand. ;) )) To the side of the great dance floor, opposite the DJ's booth, was a large semi-circular bar. A short black haired boy was flipping mixers through the air.
"Working isn't so bad in the Ningenkai," Hiei thought to himself as he spun mixers about in his quick hands. The lights strobed and flashed in time with the music, glinting off the metallic containers. It was Friday night, and the joint was packed.
"Why would the fox think that a task so simple could possibly stress me out?" That fox was just lazy. He hated to work. Humans were so easy to please! Spin some drinks about in the air, take some shots from some drunk woman's cleavage, smile for the drunken fools, and go home completely drunk himself.
Ningen jobs were a piece of proverbial cake.
He spun and impressed for hours into the night until the club cleared of the candy raver crowd, then slowly of the geekier technical crowd. He collected all of his tips together and cleaned the bar in a flash before heading out.
When he stumbled into the door around 6:30 am, he was considering ways to avoid confrontation with the fox. No doubt he would be chewing him out about his arm again. He looked around the apartment, but found no sign of the fox. Kurama must still have been on his way home.
He stood on his toes, peering into the freezer hopefully.
A brand new gallon of Triple Fudge Chunk ice cream awaited him! There was a note sitting on top of it.
Hiei,
I am deeply sorry for whatever inconsiderate ways I've been showing you. Sometime soon will you tell me what I can do to make you happier? If you would like, I can move into the living room and let you have the bedroom to yourself. Or maybe I should eat less food? Have I been eating too much of the grocery money away? I can't understand what exactly what I'm doing to upset you. Let me know so that I might correct my ways. I have work on the weekends during the day now, so I apologize for leaving you in the house with no company. The hospital bill came in; don't worry, though, I will take care of it.
Please don't hurt yourself anymore.
-Kurama
Hiei growled and balled up the paper.
"Self centered bastard things he's the center and focus of everything!" he spat, pulling out the ice cream. He'd been right. Kurama wouldn't understand.
---There you go! ^_^ another chapter. This one makes Hiei look pretty self centered himself ^_^;; I'm afraid the word file doesn't translate -quite- right onto ff.net, but oh well. You guys get the point without ellipses and tabs, right? Right.
Review pleaaaase! The next one will be longer, I'm pretty sure. ( I just took some kind of migraine preventative meds for the first time tonight and man they're knocking me out! Gomen!
You guys like me! You actually like me! ^_^ * sniffles happily * Okie, I'll keep posting as long as the reviews are good. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did I'd be getting love letters from myself. I don't own Serial Experiments Lain, either.
These disclaimers depress me.
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Kurama stifled a yawn, ducking through the plastic flaps that served as a door for the warehouse of freezers. Two jobs, school, and Hiei were definitely having their effect. His eyes were circled at all times, his beautiful red hair lackluster, and his skin paler than usual. But he couldn't stop. He needed to make it up to Hiei. He needed to get a third job to pay for the hospital bills. He wasn't sure what had caused Hiei's need to hurt himself, but he was pretty sure it was partly his fault. The little demon didn't talk to anyone else because he was always stuck here, helping Kurama with bills while he struggled through college. Hiei couldn't understand why Kurama did these things, but he was never unwilling to help him with it.
"Hour late, Minamino. That's a write-up," his boss yelled from across the building, writing something down on a clipboard. Kurama stifled a groan.
"Gomen, boss," he said, ducking his head in apology. "My friend had an accident and-"
"-and now you're 50 boxes behind! You have 30 minutes to catch up," his boss snapped as he went back to whatever it was bosses did when they had people to do the bitch-work.
Kurama did groan this time. 50 boxes, 50 pounds each. Time to load the trucks: 30 minutes? 2500 pounds of produce from their respective freezers to the trucks. The numbers were too much to consider. He checked the lists and go to work. Not even dollies were used here at the produce supply. Boss said if they got dollies, they went to minimum wage, because he was paying them for their strength. Youko Kurama would have no problem, of course, but he was the human Shuuichi. While very strong, the human body wasn't nearly as strong as the youko.
Hiei could do it again anytime. He could be doing it right now. Kurama frowned, going about his task without a thought for the boxes. The more you thought about the task, the quicker you tired.
He had all night to focus on Hiei instead.
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The music was pounding at the Club Cyberia. ((MWUAHA, name theft. If you recognize the name, then you understand. ;) )) To the side of the great dance floor, opposite the DJ's booth, was a large semi-circular bar. A short black haired boy was flipping mixers through the air.
"Working isn't so bad in the Ningenkai," Hiei thought to himself as he spun mixers about in his quick hands. The lights strobed and flashed in time with the music, glinting off the metallic containers. It was Friday night, and the joint was packed.
"Why would the fox think that a task so simple could possibly stress me out?" That fox was just lazy. He hated to work. Humans were so easy to please! Spin some drinks about in the air, take some shots from some drunk woman's cleavage, smile for the drunken fools, and go home completely drunk himself.
Ningen jobs were a piece of proverbial cake.
He spun and impressed for hours into the night until the club cleared of the candy raver crowd, then slowly of the geekier technical crowd. He collected all of his tips together and cleaned the bar in a flash before heading out.
When he stumbled into the door around 6:30 am, he was considering ways to avoid confrontation with the fox. No doubt he would be chewing him out about his arm again. He looked around the apartment, but found no sign of the fox. Kurama must still have been on his way home.
He stood on his toes, peering into the freezer hopefully.
A brand new gallon of Triple Fudge Chunk ice cream awaited him! There was a note sitting on top of it.
Hiei,
I am deeply sorry for whatever inconsiderate ways I've been showing you. Sometime soon will you tell me what I can do to make you happier? If you would like, I can move into the living room and let you have the bedroom to yourself. Or maybe I should eat less food? Have I been eating too much of the grocery money away? I can't understand what exactly what I'm doing to upset you. Let me know so that I might correct my ways. I have work on the weekends during the day now, so I apologize for leaving you in the house with no company. The hospital bill came in; don't worry, though, I will take care of it.
Please don't hurt yourself anymore.
-Kurama
Hiei growled and balled up the paper.
"Self centered bastard things he's the center and focus of everything!" he spat, pulling out the ice cream. He'd been right. Kurama wouldn't understand.
---There you go! ^_^ another chapter. This one makes Hiei look pretty self centered himself ^_^;; I'm afraid the word file doesn't translate -quite- right onto ff.net, but oh well. You guys get the point without ellipses and tabs, right? Right.
Review pleaaaase! The next one will be longer, I'm pretty sure. ( I just took some kind of migraine preventative meds for the first time tonight and man they're knocking me out! Gomen!