Kikira-san: another day another . . .
Kurama: dollar?
Kikira-san: no one pays me
Hiei:hah
Kikira-san: at least I am not being held for manual labor and not being paid
Hiei: I hate you
Kikira-san: that hurt I mean really ::sarcastic::
Kurama: just start the story
Kikira-san: not until Hiei does the disclaimer I am soooo not getting sued
Hiei: Kikira-san doesn't own YYH or anything related to it lets get this over with
Kikira-san: thank you
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Hiei stopped outside Kurama's window. It was open like always. It was a weekday so Kurama was away at his ningien school. On weekdays while Kurama was gone Hiei usually went in through the window and slept in Kurama's house after spending the night thieving, fighting, or basic sneaking around in Makai.
Hiei jumped into the darkened room quietly and snuck over to the bed. It had been a particularly long night filled with many victims leaving Hiei utterly satisfied but exhausted. Hiei was about to collapse on the big comfortable looking bed when he remembered the last time he had forgotten to take off his boots before falling asleep on the kitsune's bed. He had gotten kicked out on the first day of winter and nearly froze to death. Of course the kitsune had found him later and thawed him out but still it wasn't exactly the experience he liked. So he sat down where he was and ripped the boots off and then on a second thought threw his scarf and cloak onto to the windowsill.
Hiei too exhausted for coherent thought merely fell onto the bed but got the bad end of it because the lump in the middle of the bed that he had thought was a cover turned out to be a body. Hiei jumped up into a sitting position rubbing his back where it had encountered a foot. Hiei glared at the blob that tucked itself in tighter. Hiei however over his small bout of pain went over and tugged on the blankets.
"Kurama is that you?" he asked realizing he still felt the fox's ki signature in the room.
"Go away, Hiei," came the muffled reply. That hurt a little bit usually the fox never cared if Hiei slept in his room.
"Why aren't you at your ningien torture?"
"It's called school, Hiei, and I didn't go today."
"I guessed that part Kurama but why?" Hiei asked tugging on the blankets, "And why for Inrai's sake won't you come out from under there?"
"I didn't want to go and no I don't want to come out." Kurama responded. Hiei stopped tugging on the blanket. It wasn't getting him anywhere.
"Kurama if you don't come out, I will burn your covers away," Hiei threatened half heartedly. He just wanted to go to sleep! The bundle stopped moving it was quiet for a moment.
"You wouldn't."
"You really think I wouldn't?"
The bundle in question sighed. "Fine but don't look at me," Kurama said. Hiei looked at the bundle of covers quizzically. "I am not coming out until you swear you won't look at me."
"Fine I *swear* I won't look at you," Hiei said turning so he was facing the window. He heard the covers shift around until Kurama came out. He was still in his pajamas and he definitely wasn't sick like he told his kassan. "Kurama what is going on?" Hiei asked as Kurama stood up and stretched.
"Nothing," Kurama lied pathetically, "I have a cold and I am staying home."
"Liar, your ki would have changed. It's normal, you're fine," Hiei responded.
"Just let it go huh?" Kurama said sitting on the bed again behind Hiei.
"Kurama this is silly," Hiei said starting to turn his head to look at the kitsune when two hands grabbed the sides of his head and physically jerked it to face the window.
"It is not, Hiei, so just don't look at me," Kurama responded but Hiei couldn't hear him because Kurama's hands were directly over his ears.
"Umm Kurama? I can't hear you," Hiei said a little louder than normal, blushing just the tiniest bit in response to the hands on his head.
"Sorry," Kurama said, moving his hands so that Hiei could hear but not taking them off the fire demon's head. He didn't want Hiei to turn around.
"All right so what's going on?" Hiei questioned.
"Nothing."
"Did some youki scar your face?"
"No."
"Get slapped by some ningien girl?"
"Hell no!"
"Did you get a ningien disease or that stupid little zit thing that was bugging Yusuke?"
"Hah I wish."
"Fleshing eating gnomes?"
"Nope."
"I could keep guessing or you could just tell me."
"Nope, I think we should just let it go. So you come back tomorrow, and I'll buy you some pocky as an apology because I don't want anyone to see me today," Kurama said decidedly.
"Come on Kurama I just want to go to sleep!" Hiei said feeling threatened and in danger of losing a comfortable place to sleep.
"Hiei not today," Kurama said decidedly. He wanted to cross his arms but he couldn't because then the Jaganshi could turn around.
"Pwease?" Hiei said resorting to low blows.
"Don't do that Hiei," Kurama said overcome in a wave of cuteness.
"Pwwwwwwwease?"
"Aww that's so cute!" Kurama said glomping the demon from behind.
"So I can stay?"
"No."
"Come on!!! I am just going to go to sleep that's all I won't even look at you," Hiei promised. Kurama relented at the cute sleepy little demon.
"Alright but sleep facing the window," Kurama commanded tucking them both into the bed. Hiei nodded too sleepy to care what the heck happened. Kurama's hands were still on the back of his head.
Shori was quite worried about her little Shuuchi. (Her oldest son not her other little Shuuchi.) He wouldn't even come out of his room when she called him. He must have been really sick. She didn't want to wake him but she was basically biting her nails in motherly worry. So she picked up the office phone and dialed home.
Kurama was finally getting some sleep, trying not to think about his problems, or the warm little body snuggled up next to him snoozing slightly. When the telephone rang, he nearly jumped out of his skin and into his youko form. That wouldn't have been fun. Well it wouldn't have been for Hiei and anyone in the fourteen-mile radius. He might have gotten rid of some emotional tension however. Hiei mumbled something that sounded like. "Mmnnph weasphl," Kurama stored it in his memory under interesting facts and blackmail as he climbed out of bed and picked up the phone. He tried his best to sound pathetic as he spoke.
"Hello Minamado(sp?) Residence. How may I help you?" he whined out.
"Shuuchi, baby, is that you? You sound awful!" his kassan responded from the other line.
"Hello Kassan," he said cutting off into a fake cough.
"Poor Baby! Do you want me to come home?" she asked anxiously.
"That's okay Kassan I think I should just go back to bed."
"Alright but make sure to drink some orange juice and take some cough syrup. I'll come home early and make some soup for you."
"Thank you Kassan I will. Bye."
"Bye, Honey, take care."
Kurama hung up the phone feeling fairly smothered. He climbed the stairs back to his room and fell onto the bed in the process knocking a poor sleeping little demon off of his spot on the edge of the bed.
"Ommph," Hiei muttered as he hit the floor bashing his head against the night stand. He immediately curled up into an almost fetal position with his hands behind his head, nursing the spot that had hit the night stand. "Ow thanks a lot baka kitsune," Hiei muttered rubbing the spot gently. Kurama winced slightly.
"Sorry Hiei I guess I knocked you off."
"No kidding . . . ow!" Hiei was still poking at the lump on the back of his head. Kurama took pity on the demon and leaned over the side of the bed and plucked Hiei's hands off of the bump.
"Honestly I don't think there has been one time you have been over here that you haven't been hurt or gotten hurt," Kurama said, examining the bruise. Fingers laced into the hair and felt about the little Jaganshi's scalp. Kurama felt the beginnings of a large lump. "Well that's probably going to leave a nice bump."
"Great!" Hiei said sarcastically. Kurama rubbed the spot gently.
"Sorry."
"You should be."
"You're so cruel."
"I know."
Kurama lightly put pressure on the spot and flecks flashed in Hiei's vision.
"That hurt!"
"I know."
"Hn, tell me why I can't look at you."
"You can look at me, . . . but if you laugh I am going to kill you."
"You wouldn't kill me."
"Fine if you laugh I'll take your clothes and tie you up in vines on the coldest day of the year."
"You're so cruel."
"I know."
Kurama sighed and took his hands out of Hiei's hair so the little demon could turn around and look at him. Hiei's head tilted to the side. Something was definitely different about the kitsune.
"You'd better not laugh," Kurama said, narrowing his eyes.
"At what?" Hiei asked honestly confused.
"My hair," Kurama said miserably sinking back into his covers. It was true Kurama's red tresses were in a rather bad way. His bangs were sticking at odd angles and the normal puffiness of his hair had become suddenly rather flat all over the top of his head, ending in very puffy tips. It all together looked like Kurama was having a bad hair day.
"You mean you made all this fuss over a bad hair day."
"It looks like a lawn mower attacked my head."
"Do I even want to know?"
"No, you don't."
Kurama sank his head into the covers again. He couldn't take it. He looked so stupid. He was ugly too. Hiei smirked but kept the promise not to laugh. He really didn't want to have such a horrible fate as Kurama had purposed.
"Vain kitsune," Hiei chided lightly, "you could always do something about your hair. You are after all a plant controller."
"I tried!" Kurama said hopelessly.
"I'd say it doesn't look too bad but it pretty much does."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"Anytime, well you could try to do something besides moping about. I mean if you don't fix it eventually you'll wind up staying in here until you are as antisocial as I."
"Do you know you just said a 32-word sentence?"
"Baka don't change the subject."
"Alright we can try the a million things I already tried again."
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"I mean we as in you and me."
"Hah . . . no"
"You are the one that is making me do this so you have to come with."
"I don't want to watch you groom yourself."
"Yes you do."
"Hn"
"I love you too. Now come on." Kurama grabbed Hiei's hand and dragged the sulking koorime into the bathroom with him. Kurama grabbed his brush and started to brush his locks. He looked over at Hiei, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
About two hundred brushes later Kurama got tired and went and sat against the bathtub edge between Hiei's legs. The Jaganshi shot him a questioning look. Kurama handed him the brush.
"You do it for a while I am tired."
"Lazy kitsune," Hiei commented brushing the hair anyway. Kurama enjoyed someone else doing this for him. It felt so much better than usual. About three hundred strokes later Hiei stopped claiming if he kept it up Kurama's hair was going to fall out.
"You know Kurama I think it looks back to normal," Hiei commented tilting his head to the side looking at the kitsune. Kurama stood up and walked over to the mirror he closed his eyes when he got in front of it.
"Baka just look."
Kurama opened his eyes and was surprised to see his hair looking normal. The bangs had straightened under the brushing and the puffiness had evened out a good bit. Kurama smiled brightly.
"It is back too normal!"
"Baka, all this over hair."
"You know we really should do something about your hair I always wanted to see how long it looked down," Kurama commented holding the brush threatening. Hiei gave the brush a very unfriendly glare.
"You know there was something I wanted to ask you kitsune."
"What?" Kurama asked sitting down on the bathtub and moving Hiei onto the floor between his legs. He started to brush the hair being careful of the bump on the back of the Jaganshi's head.
"You actually counted the number of words I used in a sentence?"
It was a good thing Hiei was facing the door because he couldn't see the mild blush that covered Kurama's face as he brushed the completely uncontrollable hair. The hair day didn't seem so bad with Hiei there.
A/N: and everybody goes awwwww at least that's what you are supposed to do. IMPORTANT NOTE! I want to change the title. I hate this title. Its stupid. It was like midnight and I couldn't think of anything better.
Kikira-san: I think I did that one with too much yaoi
Kurama: I thought it was ok except you tortured my hair ::grabs hair and pets::
Hiei: Oo I didn't need to see that
Kikira-san: aren't they cute? Well anyway review!
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Kurama: dollar?
Kikira-san: no one pays me
Hiei:hah
Kikira-san: at least I am not being held for manual labor and not being paid
Hiei: I hate you
Kikira-san: that hurt I mean really ::sarcastic::
Kurama: just start the story
Kikira-san: not until Hiei does the disclaimer I am soooo not getting sued
Hiei: Kikira-san doesn't own YYH or anything related to it lets get this over with
Kikira-san: thank you
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Hiei stopped outside Kurama's window. It was open like always. It was a weekday so Kurama was away at his ningien school. On weekdays while Kurama was gone Hiei usually went in through the window and slept in Kurama's house after spending the night thieving, fighting, or basic sneaking around in Makai.
Hiei jumped into the darkened room quietly and snuck over to the bed. It had been a particularly long night filled with many victims leaving Hiei utterly satisfied but exhausted. Hiei was about to collapse on the big comfortable looking bed when he remembered the last time he had forgotten to take off his boots before falling asleep on the kitsune's bed. He had gotten kicked out on the first day of winter and nearly froze to death. Of course the kitsune had found him later and thawed him out but still it wasn't exactly the experience he liked. So he sat down where he was and ripped the boots off and then on a second thought threw his scarf and cloak onto to the windowsill.
Hiei too exhausted for coherent thought merely fell onto the bed but got the bad end of it because the lump in the middle of the bed that he had thought was a cover turned out to be a body. Hiei jumped up into a sitting position rubbing his back where it had encountered a foot. Hiei glared at the blob that tucked itself in tighter. Hiei however over his small bout of pain went over and tugged on the blankets.
"Kurama is that you?" he asked realizing he still felt the fox's ki signature in the room.
"Go away, Hiei," came the muffled reply. That hurt a little bit usually the fox never cared if Hiei slept in his room.
"Why aren't you at your ningien torture?"
"It's called school, Hiei, and I didn't go today."
"I guessed that part Kurama but why?" Hiei asked tugging on the blankets, "And why for Inrai's sake won't you come out from under there?"
"I didn't want to go and no I don't want to come out." Kurama responded. Hiei stopped tugging on the blanket. It wasn't getting him anywhere.
"Kurama if you don't come out, I will burn your covers away," Hiei threatened half heartedly. He just wanted to go to sleep! The bundle stopped moving it was quiet for a moment.
"You wouldn't."
"You really think I wouldn't?"
The bundle in question sighed. "Fine but don't look at me," Kurama said. Hiei looked at the bundle of covers quizzically. "I am not coming out until you swear you won't look at me."
"Fine I *swear* I won't look at you," Hiei said turning so he was facing the window. He heard the covers shift around until Kurama came out. He was still in his pajamas and he definitely wasn't sick like he told his kassan. "Kurama what is going on?" Hiei asked as Kurama stood up and stretched.
"Nothing," Kurama lied pathetically, "I have a cold and I am staying home."
"Liar, your ki would have changed. It's normal, you're fine," Hiei responded.
"Just let it go huh?" Kurama said sitting on the bed again behind Hiei.
"Kurama this is silly," Hiei said starting to turn his head to look at the kitsune when two hands grabbed the sides of his head and physically jerked it to face the window.
"It is not, Hiei, so just don't look at me," Kurama responded but Hiei couldn't hear him because Kurama's hands were directly over his ears.
"Umm Kurama? I can't hear you," Hiei said a little louder than normal, blushing just the tiniest bit in response to the hands on his head.
"Sorry," Kurama said, moving his hands so that Hiei could hear but not taking them off the fire demon's head. He didn't want Hiei to turn around.
"All right so what's going on?" Hiei questioned.
"Nothing."
"Did some youki scar your face?"
"No."
"Get slapped by some ningien girl?"
"Hell no!"
"Did you get a ningien disease or that stupid little zit thing that was bugging Yusuke?"
"Hah I wish."
"Fleshing eating gnomes?"
"Nope."
"I could keep guessing or you could just tell me."
"Nope, I think we should just let it go. So you come back tomorrow, and I'll buy you some pocky as an apology because I don't want anyone to see me today," Kurama said decidedly.
"Come on Kurama I just want to go to sleep!" Hiei said feeling threatened and in danger of losing a comfortable place to sleep.
"Hiei not today," Kurama said decidedly. He wanted to cross his arms but he couldn't because then the Jaganshi could turn around.
"Pwease?" Hiei said resorting to low blows.
"Don't do that Hiei," Kurama said overcome in a wave of cuteness.
"Pwwwwwwwease?"
"Aww that's so cute!" Kurama said glomping the demon from behind.
"So I can stay?"
"No."
"Come on!!! I am just going to go to sleep that's all I won't even look at you," Hiei promised. Kurama relented at the cute sleepy little demon.
"Alright but sleep facing the window," Kurama commanded tucking them both into the bed. Hiei nodded too sleepy to care what the heck happened. Kurama's hands were still on the back of his head.
Shori was quite worried about her little Shuuchi. (Her oldest son not her other little Shuuchi.) He wouldn't even come out of his room when she called him. He must have been really sick. She didn't want to wake him but she was basically biting her nails in motherly worry. So she picked up the office phone and dialed home.
Kurama was finally getting some sleep, trying not to think about his problems, or the warm little body snuggled up next to him snoozing slightly. When the telephone rang, he nearly jumped out of his skin and into his youko form. That wouldn't have been fun. Well it wouldn't have been for Hiei and anyone in the fourteen-mile radius. He might have gotten rid of some emotional tension however. Hiei mumbled something that sounded like. "Mmnnph weasphl," Kurama stored it in his memory under interesting facts and blackmail as he climbed out of bed and picked up the phone. He tried his best to sound pathetic as he spoke.
"Hello Minamado(sp?) Residence. How may I help you?" he whined out.
"Shuuchi, baby, is that you? You sound awful!" his kassan responded from the other line.
"Hello Kassan," he said cutting off into a fake cough.
"Poor Baby! Do you want me to come home?" she asked anxiously.
"That's okay Kassan I think I should just go back to bed."
"Alright but make sure to drink some orange juice and take some cough syrup. I'll come home early and make some soup for you."
"Thank you Kassan I will. Bye."
"Bye, Honey, take care."
Kurama hung up the phone feeling fairly smothered. He climbed the stairs back to his room and fell onto the bed in the process knocking a poor sleeping little demon off of his spot on the edge of the bed.
"Ommph," Hiei muttered as he hit the floor bashing his head against the night stand. He immediately curled up into an almost fetal position with his hands behind his head, nursing the spot that had hit the night stand. "Ow thanks a lot baka kitsune," Hiei muttered rubbing the spot gently. Kurama winced slightly.
"Sorry Hiei I guess I knocked you off."
"No kidding . . . ow!" Hiei was still poking at the lump on the back of his head. Kurama took pity on the demon and leaned over the side of the bed and plucked Hiei's hands off of the bump.
"Honestly I don't think there has been one time you have been over here that you haven't been hurt or gotten hurt," Kurama said, examining the bruise. Fingers laced into the hair and felt about the little Jaganshi's scalp. Kurama felt the beginnings of a large lump. "Well that's probably going to leave a nice bump."
"Great!" Hiei said sarcastically. Kurama rubbed the spot gently.
"Sorry."
"You should be."
"You're so cruel."
"I know."
Kurama lightly put pressure on the spot and flecks flashed in Hiei's vision.
"That hurt!"
"I know."
"Hn, tell me why I can't look at you."
"You can look at me, . . . but if you laugh I am going to kill you."
"You wouldn't kill me."
"Fine if you laugh I'll take your clothes and tie you up in vines on the coldest day of the year."
"You're so cruel."
"I know."
Kurama sighed and took his hands out of Hiei's hair so the little demon could turn around and look at him. Hiei's head tilted to the side. Something was definitely different about the kitsune.
"You'd better not laugh," Kurama said, narrowing his eyes.
"At what?" Hiei asked honestly confused.
"My hair," Kurama said miserably sinking back into his covers. It was true Kurama's red tresses were in a rather bad way. His bangs were sticking at odd angles and the normal puffiness of his hair had become suddenly rather flat all over the top of his head, ending in very puffy tips. It all together looked like Kurama was having a bad hair day.
"You mean you made all this fuss over a bad hair day."
"It looks like a lawn mower attacked my head."
"Do I even want to know?"
"No, you don't."
Kurama sank his head into the covers again. He couldn't take it. He looked so stupid. He was ugly too. Hiei smirked but kept the promise not to laugh. He really didn't want to have such a horrible fate as Kurama had purposed.
"Vain kitsune," Hiei chided lightly, "you could always do something about your hair. You are after all a plant controller."
"I tried!" Kurama said hopelessly.
"I'd say it doesn't look too bad but it pretty much does."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"Anytime, well you could try to do something besides moping about. I mean if you don't fix it eventually you'll wind up staying in here until you are as antisocial as I."
"Do you know you just said a 32-word sentence?"
"Baka don't change the subject."
"Alright we can try the a million things I already tried again."
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"I mean we as in you and me."
"Hah . . . no"
"You are the one that is making me do this so you have to come with."
"I don't want to watch you groom yourself."
"Yes you do."
"Hn"
"I love you too. Now come on." Kurama grabbed Hiei's hand and dragged the sulking koorime into the bathroom with him. Kurama grabbed his brush and started to brush his locks. He looked over at Hiei, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
About two hundred brushes later Kurama got tired and went and sat against the bathtub edge between Hiei's legs. The Jaganshi shot him a questioning look. Kurama handed him the brush.
"You do it for a while I am tired."
"Lazy kitsune," Hiei commented brushing the hair anyway. Kurama enjoyed someone else doing this for him. It felt so much better than usual. About three hundred strokes later Hiei stopped claiming if he kept it up Kurama's hair was going to fall out.
"You know Kurama I think it looks back to normal," Hiei commented tilting his head to the side looking at the kitsune. Kurama stood up and walked over to the mirror he closed his eyes when he got in front of it.
"Baka just look."
Kurama opened his eyes and was surprised to see his hair looking normal. The bangs had straightened under the brushing and the puffiness had evened out a good bit. Kurama smiled brightly.
"It is back too normal!"
"Baka, all this over hair."
"You know we really should do something about your hair I always wanted to see how long it looked down," Kurama commented holding the brush threatening. Hiei gave the brush a very unfriendly glare.
"You know there was something I wanted to ask you kitsune."
"What?" Kurama asked sitting down on the bathtub and moving Hiei onto the floor between his legs. He started to brush the hair being careful of the bump on the back of the Jaganshi's head.
"You actually counted the number of words I used in a sentence?"
It was a good thing Hiei was facing the door because he couldn't see the mild blush that covered Kurama's face as he brushed the completely uncontrollable hair. The hair day didn't seem so bad with Hiei there.
A/N: and everybody goes awwwww at least that's what you are supposed to do. IMPORTANT NOTE! I want to change the title. I hate this title. Its stupid. It was like midnight and I couldn't think of anything better.
Kikira-san: I think I did that one with too much yaoi
Kurama: I thought it was ok except you tortured my hair ::grabs hair and pets::
Hiei: Oo I didn't need to see that
Kikira-san: aren't they cute? Well anyway review!
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