This fanfic contains YAOI content! (lemon in later chapters) 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!
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Disclaimer: I only wish in my wildest wettest dreams that I owned Yu Yu Hakusho and the characters involved. (glee.)
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Kurama threw his towel and apron into the laundry bin as he walked out the door. He pulled his hair up from its ponytail into a bun so that the fresh air outside would cool his sweat. He'd easily found his third job, and now worked weekends as the dishwasher at Kobe's sushi bar. Employers never tired of mindless laborers. Maybe once he'd finished school he would finally be able to quit these simpleminded jobs and follow his dream with this human body. It would be such a simple thing for him to start developing new medicines from simple plants, but without that degree. he just had to study hard and get through the classes. Somehow. He hadn't cracked a book save for during class in a month or so, and his grades were starting to falter.
He hopped into his little silver car and shifted into a comfortable position in his sleep, deciding to floor it on the way home, visions of bed dancing in his head. He was starting to dread stoplights. The quiet wait for the lights to cycle through their routine left him shaking his head violently as his eyes drooped shut, sleep attempting to pull him in. Falling asleep at the wheel was not something he wanted to try just now.
He checked the small mail box in front of the apartment complex and sighed, throwing a pile of bills, including Hiei's, onto the passenger seat before continuing in search of a parking space. He'd forgotten today was bill day in his mailbox, and was dreading the blow to his checkbook.
When he'd stumbled into his apartment, he threw his armload of mail onto the table and collapsed into the chair in front of them. He started to write out checks, carefully following the balance as it lowered. When he was finished, he stretched out, letting his head and arms fall limply down the back of the chair and closing his eyes for a moment. He still had a shower to take, and needed to change clothes. He stuffed his knuckle against his teeth, stifling a yawn as he stood to get ready for work at the produce outlet.
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(Two Weeks Later)
Kurama held Hiei's still form, rocking back and forth, back and forth.
"Why did you hate us so? Were we so cruel to you?" he whispered, trying to avoid Hiei's glassy eyes.
Tears slid down his face.
.knocking on the door?.
.sirens?.
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.the alarm clock?
Kurama groaned and smacked the thing into submission. His heart was racing. What had that dream been about to scare him so? He forced himself to sit up, rubbing his eyes groggily. He blinked, pulling his hands away and staring at the wet fingers. Had he been crying in his sleep? He looked at the clock and groaned at the time. He sighed, deciding he really did have to get up and dress for work.
Hiei's head poked around the curtain of roses. "You've only been asleep for an hour," he said slowly, blinking.
"I sleep one hour everyday. This has been my schedule for a while now, Hiei," Kurama stated plainly, buttoning his pants. He reached into his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pill bottle, emptying some pills into his hand that he stuffed into his pocked before tossing the bottle carelessly onto the top of the dresser. He reached for his shirt.
Hiei was still there, blinking. "When do you get off?"
"Which job?" Kurama asked, buttoning his shirt before he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone.
"This one?" the smaller asked, raising an eyebrow.
"6am." The redhead stood, one hand in his pocket, watching Hiei.
"Want to get breakfast?" the fire demon asked. He wondered when the last time was he'd seen Kurama.
"I go straight to Kobe's." He slid past Hiei, heading into the kitchen where he grabbed a glass and filled it with water.
"You look like you've lost weight." Hiei said slowly, watching as the fox pulled a few pills out of his pockets and swallowed them with the water.
"I have lost weight," Kurama said after he finished swallowing. He headed for the door.
"What were those?" Hiei asked, following him.
"Painkillers. My back hurts," he replied, stepping out the door and closing it in Hiei's face behind him.
Hiei was never home during his sleep break. Kurama would come home, shower, pay bills, clean, and sleep, all between the hours of 6-9pm. He would also wake himself up with a little help, the equivalent of most people's cup of coffee.
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Hiei frowned. Was Kurama mad at him? He'd hardly been willing to speak unless Hiei asked a question first. He was looking bony now. Where had all that weight gone? His skin had a dull unhealthy yellow cast to it. How long had he been operating on one hour of sleep a day? There were dark circles around his eyes. How long.?
Since his hospital bill came in, he suddenly realized.
Kurama was working himself to death for him?
He frowned and walked onto Kurama's side of the room to get the DVD player. He grabbed it and turned to go when he saw the bottle Kurama had gotten his pain killers from. He bent to look at it curiously and nearly dropped the DVD player.
Speed.
Kurama was doing drugs.
Kurama was doing drugs so that he could work himself to death to support him?
Hiei trembled as he sat down on the bed. Kurama's body, once the envy of every woman, now looked like that of a complete junky through lack of sleep and constant hits of speed.
I'm not worth this. I am killing him with my selfishness.
I'm not worth this!
---Read and review! Cause you love me so! (and I love reviews!)
You guuuuuuys! You must review more! Reviews make me happy ^_^ (look at this, two updates within 24 hours! Don't you think that's worthy of a review?)
Disclaimer: I only wish in my wildest wettest dreams that I owned Yu Yu Hakusho and the characters involved. (glee.)
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Kurama threw his towel and apron into the laundry bin as he walked out the door. He pulled his hair up from its ponytail into a bun so that the fresh air outside would cool his sweat. He'd easily found his third job, and now worked weekends as the dishwasher at Kobe's sushi bar. Employers never tired of mindless laborers. Maybe once he'd finished school he would finally be able to quit these simpleminded jobs and follow his dream with this human body. It would be such a simple thing for him to start developing new medicines from simple plants, but without that degree. he just had to study hard and get through the classes. Somehow. He hadn't cracked a book save for during class in a month or so, and his grades were starting to falter.
He hopped into his little silver car and shifted into a comfortable position in his sleep, deciding to floor it on the way home, visions of bed dancing in his head. He was starting to dread stoplights. The quiet wait for the lights to cycle through their routine left him shaking his head violently as his eyes drooped shut, sleep attempting to pull him in. Falling asleep at the wheel was not something he wanted to try just now.
He checked the small mail box in front of the apartment complex and sighed, throwing a pile of bills, including Hiei's, onto the passenger seat before continuing in search of a parking space. He'd forgotten today was bill day in his mailbox, and was dreading the blow to his checkbook.
When he'd stumbled into his apartment, he threw his armload of mail onto the table and collapsed into the chair in front of them. He started to write out checks, carefully following the balance as it lowered. When he was finished, he stretched out, letting his head and arms fall limply down the back of the chair and closing his eyes for a moment. He still had a shower to take, and needed to change clothes. He stuffed his knuckle against his teeth, stifling a yawn as he stood to get ready for work at the produce outlet.
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(Two Weeks Later)
Kurama held Hiei's still form, rocking back and forth, back and forth.
"Why did you hate us so? Were we so cruel to you?" he whispered, trying to avoid Hiei's glassy eyes.
Tears slid down his face.
.knocking on the door?.
.sirens?.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
.the alarm clock?
Kurama groaned and smacked the thing into submission. His heart was racing. What had that dream been about to scare him so? He forced himself to sit up, rubbing his eyes groggily. He blinked, pulling his hands away and staring at the wet fingers. Had he been crying in his sleep? He looked at the clock and groaned at the time. He sighed, deciding he really did have to get up and dress for work.
Hiei's head poked around the curtain of roses. "You've only been asleep for an hour," he said slowly, blinking.
"I sleep one hour everyday. This has been my schedule for a while now, Hiei," Kurama stated plainly, buttoning his pants. He reached into his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pill bottle, emptying some pills into his hand that he stuffed into his pocked before tossing the bottle carelessly onto the top of the dresser. He reached for his shirt.
Hiei was still there, blinking. "When do you get off?"
"Which job?" Kurama asked, buttoning his shirt before he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone.
"This one?" the smaller asked, raising an eyebrow.
"6am." The redhead stood, one hand in his pocket, watching Hiei.
"Want to get breakfast?" the fire demon asked. He wondered when the last time was he'd seen Kurama.
"I go straight to Kobe's." He slid past Hiei, heading into the kitchen where he grabbed a glass and filled it with water.
"You look like you've lost weight." Hiei said slowly, watching as the fox pulled a few pills out of his pockets and swallowed them with the water.
"I have lost weight," Kurama said after he finished swallowing. He headed for the door.
"What were those?" Hiei asked, following him.
"Painkillers. My back hurts," he replied, stepping out the door and closing it in Hiei's face behind him.
Hiei was never home during his sleep break. Kurama would come home, shower, pay bills, clean, and sleep, all between the hours of 6-9pm. He would also wake himself up with a little help, the equivalent of most people's cup of coffee.
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Hiei frowned. Was Kurama mad at him? He'd hardly been willing to speak unless Hiei asked a question first. He was looking bony now. Where had all that weight gone? His skin had a dull unhealthy yellow cast to it. How long had he been operating on one hour of sleep a day? There were dark circles around his eyes. How long.?
Since his hospital bill came in, he suddenly realized.
Kurama was working himself to death for him?
He frowned and walked onto Kurama's side of the room to get the DVD player. He grabbed it and turned to go when he saw the bottle Kurama had gotten his pain killers from. He bent to look at it curiously and nearly dropped the DVD player.
Speed.
Kurama was doing drugs.
Kurama was doing drugs so that he could work himself to death to support him?
Hiei trembled as he sat down on the bed. Kurama's body, once the envy of every woman, now looked like that of a complete junky through lack of sleep and constant hits of speed.
I'm not worth this. I am killing him with my selfishness.
I'm not worth this!
---Read and review! Cause you love me so! (and I love reviews!)