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thingies in the last chapter. In case you didn't guess right, the name's R-
Y-O-K-A-I, with a straight line above the O. (It means 'understanding' in
Japanese, by the way~^) Oh, and I realized that something's wrong with the
review board thingie. It says I have 24 reviews, but on my author stats it
only says 18, and on either one, only 18 reviews show up! Don't worry. I
have faith in my readers and so, whatever happens, I'll keep on writing.
Now, ranting time!
Fugen: *SOB* The world HATES me!
Kurama: Why do you say that?
Fugen: 'Cause not any of my faithful readers' reviews show up on the review board, and...and...I CAN'T FIND HI—Oh, wait, never mind. I FOUND HIM! *Glomp*
Hiei: GET THE HELL OFFA ME!
Fugen: Fat chance, bub.
Kurama & Hiei: What?
Kurama: Did she just say... 'bub'?
Hiei: Is that even a word?
Fugen: SHUT UP! Stop criticizing my way of speech!
Kurama: Way of speech?
Hiei: Is that some kind of ningen phrase?
~Genkai's Temple~
Both Yusuke and Kuwabara were red in the face for dual reasons. They were staring at Hiei, who was still wearing the all-black outfit, and as a result, they were both red in the face because:
1.) Hiei looked HOT! H-O-T! HOT!!!
2.) The look on Hiei's face gave them the feeling that they just HAD to laugh, but they couldn't 'cause Hiei was giving them a death glare.
"You do look...rather nice," Kurama tried to help. His words didn't help much though. He turned bright red too, although it was because of Reason #1 (as listed above).
In response Hiei only deepened his death glare. Matter-of-factly Genkai spoke up, "Enough of this. Now, you three said a man named 'Ryokai' took you to Hiei, correct?" " Y-Yeah," Yusuke managed to say without letting a chuckle escape him. "He's a fire demon, as far as we can tell. He said he had originally been hired by Yomi to do some fire-demon- reproduction thing, but he didn't want to (or something like that) and he had some other agenda. Whatever it was, it probably had to do with Hiei being rescued (though we really didn't do anything). Dunno as to who he really was. Any ideas, Hiei?"
Hiei shrugged, saying, "Name familiar, description vaguely familiar, but nothing else. I don't know him." "Well he knows you, and he's probably freakin' strong, 'cause Yomi looked half-terrified of him!" Kuwabara exclaimed. "What if that guy's actually some kinda maniac who actually wants to take over the world or somethin' and—" " Oh, shut up," Yusuke snapped, hitting Kuwabara on the head. "Where're you going?"
From the door, Hiei paused. Over his shoulder he answered, " Somewhere other than here with you two idiots." While Yusuke held back an enraged Kuwabara, Kurama offered, "You can come stay in my home if you like, for the time being. My mother's out of town and will be for a while, and it wouldn't be wise for you to be alone until everything's sorted out."
Common sense (and something else) made Hiei give in to that offer.
~Kurama's house~
'Urk...'
Kurama swallowed. Hard. He had lent Hiei some of his clothes to wear instead of the all-black outfit (despite the fact that he would've preferred Hiei in that particular set), and the result was devastating on Kurama's willpower.
Hiei was now dressed simply in a long-sleeved white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black pants, his feet bare and his hair tied with a thread. Simple, but alluring. The shirt outlined Hiei's body, which had grown slender as he had grown taller, and closer to the slimly muscled build of Kurama's. The stray black strands of Hiei's hair contrasted greatly to his skin and white shirt, which made him look exotic in a very, very, VERY tempting kind of way.
Swallowing again, Kurama turned back to his task of cooking Hiei a meal. It was ramen, spicy enough to suit Hiei's hot tastes (heh heh). Cooking it was easy, but it wasn't when a rather delicious-looking hot youkai was watching your every move from the nearby table. Head set on top of folded arms, Hiei's red eyes unwaveringly marked Kurama's every move, never blinking and oblivious to Kurama's red face (and trust me, it wasn't the heat).
When the ramen was done, Hiei finished it in record time, and before Kurama knew it, Hiei had taken ice cream from the freezer and had escaped with it to the living room. By the time Kurama got there, Hiei had already started on his sweet snow victim. He was sitting on the floor, one leg stretched straight out while the other was bent at an angle, one hand holding the entire gallon of ice cream while the other spooned it up.
"No, Hiei don't—"
It came too late. The ice cream bucket had been full a few seconds before, but Hiei was now licking his fingers, the bucket sitting next to him, empty except for the spoon Hiei had used. The sweet snow had been amply vanquished. Sighing with defeat, Kurama sat down on the other side of Hiei, and almost immediately regretted it. Being so close to Hiei made Kurama's temperature flare up and his face red.
This time Hiei noticed. Cocking his head to one side, he asked, " Cold?" Kurama almost sighed with relief. Hiei had, in his naïveté, assumed that Kurama was red from the cold outside.
But it caused something wonderful to happen.
A burst from ki from Hiei and a red-gold fire burst up in the fireplace in front of them. Basking in the warmth, Kurama was so soothed by it that he grew a bit drowsy. It caused him to slide sideways and bump lightly against Hiei. Yet once again, Kurama turned red, this time at the contact. His face cooled down a bit when Hiei only turned his head to glance briefly at him, nothing more.
But then Kurama felt himself being lifted slightly, and the next thing he knew, he was on his side between Hiei's legs (it's not a lime scene so in case any of you were thinking of something lemony, get it outta your head! At least, in this fic get it outta your head. In your own little world, imagine away). Kurama's right shoulder was against Hiei's chest, and his head rested in the crook of Hiei's neck.
Best of all was the positions of Hiei's hands and arms. His right arm curved so that his hand rested just above Kurama's hip, while his left hand was bent so that his fingers continuously ran through the hair on the side of Kurama's head. The fingers trailed from Kurama's cheek to his hair. Cheek (note, bare skin), hair. Cheek, hair. Again and again Hiei slowly repeated this movement.
For a long time, Kurama said and did nothing but relax, and really, who could blame him? He was warm, comfortable, and hell, Hiei was HOLDING him! And that doesn't include the fact that Hiei was constantly touching him in a arousing sort of way!
"Uh...um...Hiei?"
"What?"
"A-Aishiteru."
"I know. Aishiteru to you too, fox."
"Hi—You WHAT?!"
Kurama jerked himself into a sitting position, his face struggling to decide between shock, embarrassment, and indignation. "You knew all this time? But...But how?" "I'm not an idiot," was Hiei's cool, calm answer. Kurama went on angrily, "And you didn't say a WORD to me about it? We could've been together a LONG time ago! What's more, you spend nearly a decade away in the makai without sending me or anyone else a word, a message, a letter, anything! Hiei, how could you...how could you just come out like that?"
Shifting slightly, Hiei muttered, "I wasn't sure..." Abruptly Kurama's anger began to drain away. "You weren't sure...how I felt about you?" Kurama finished for him. Hiei barely nodded, but nod he did.
It took a short while for Kurama's anger to vanish completely. When it did, Kurama raised a hand to touch Hiei's face, and then leaned forward for a kiss.
Soft, warm, and simple. No tongue-wrestling, no restraint-just-went- outta-the-window, just a simple touch of the lips. But nothing was better than such simplicity in a kiss. It appeared to be little, but told and felt everything. It meant everything. When Kurama broke the kiss, he returned to his original position in Hiei's arms, but he wouldn't stop spraying light kisses along Hiei's bared neck. As for Hiei, he did the same, and lowered his eyelids halfway, growing drowsy and aroused at Kurama's attentions.
Outside, sitting on the edge of the roof, the hem of a white tunic flapped in the wind. A pair of sensuous lips curved into a small smile. Deft fingertips grazed a pale cheek, flying strands of shining white hair catching at them.
//Satisfied, Ryo-chan?//
The mysterious demon looked down at his new companion, a silvery white fox with nine flowing tails and bright silver eyes rimmed with gold. Smiling further, Ryokai knelt down on one knee and began patting and stroking the silky fur. The youko curved his body along the stroking hand as to leave no part of its head, neck, and back untouched. Pecking a kiss on top of the furry head, Ryokai answered, "No, not yet, but observe. All is well now with them. I've made sure that Yomi and his collaborators won't touch or disturb Hiei again, directly or indirectly. Should any of them try, they will suffer."
//And no one is more adept at causing suffering than you// the kitsune replied, stretching. //For you are its entity, are you not?// " Yes," Ryokai agreed readily.
//But why not yet satisfied? Hiei has confessed, Kurama has confessed. There is nothing to hold them apart anymore.//
"Oh, call me a hopeless romantic..."
//Or a rather caring ancestor.//
"I'm not his ancestor."
//In human views you are.//
"True. Anyhow, I'm not yet satisfied because Hiei is not yet wholly content."
//What are you talking about? Look at them! Whoa. Oi, get yourselves to a bed, you two! Bed's better than the floor. Have I bred into you nothing, Kurama, in those particular arts? If you're not going to do so, then put your clothes back on! I detest such sensual activities in such unfitting scenes. The bed, I said! The bed!//
"Take care they don't hear you."
//They won't unless I choose for them to, you know that. Now, tell me why you want Hiei to be so content?//
"It is true that at the moment he is happy, but he is not wholly happy."
//Why? Mukuro?//
"No, not any longer. I'm going to have Hiei resign from becoming her heir. The woman isn't training him to be that, she's just trying to keep him away from Kurama so that she can seduce him and have him as her own."
//And?//
Ryokai let out a small, pleasant laugh and kissed the silver-eyed kitsune between the ears. He told the youko, " I just want Hiei to be wholly happy. The only problem is that he doesn't have all the things a wholly happy person would have. He's missing one thing."
//And that is?//
"See that fire gem around Kurama's throat?"
//Did Hiei just give it to him?//
"Just because they started. Watch that gem. That's what Hiei's missing."
//Ah. I see. The 'method' Yomi wanted to use.//
"Hiei could have made it by himself. Yomi was wrong in that part. It's a good thing Hiei just thinks that the fire gem is just a fire gem, or rather, a token of his love to Kurama."
//Doshite?//
Again Ryokai laughed. "Oh, you'll see. It'll turn into the greatest gift anyone could have...except for a soulmate, of course."
//You're doing it again.//
This time with a soft chuckle, Ryokai kissed the youko, which snuggled against Ryokai's body.
"But that's the best thing about me, isn't it?"
//Hm...//
"Hiei's life was never a bed of roses, but soon, I'll make sure that it turns into a bed of foxes, just you watch, my dear Inari-chan."
Fugen: BWA HA HA HA! Cliffhanger ending! WA HA HA HA HA! Now you'll all have to wait until I put on...THE SEQUEL! BWA HA HA HA!
Kurama: How could you leave it at such a terrible ending? You don't explain anything, such as who Ryokai really is!
Fugen: It'll all be explained in the sequel, trust me. And it's gonna be a funny, fluffy, sweet fic with lots of cute moments.
Hiei: I'm just glad it's over...
Fugen: Guess again, Hi-chan! 'Cause in the sequel, every chappie is gonna be preluded by ranting too! And glomping!
Kurama: Yea!!!
Hiei: *turns really white* Someone save me...onegai?
Fugen: *SOB* The world HATES me!
Kurama: Why do you say that?
Fugen: 'Cause not any of my faithful readers' reviews show up on the review board, and...and...I CAN'T FIND HI—Oh, wait, never mind. I FOUND HIM! *Glomp*
Hiei: GET THE HELL OFFA ME!
Fugen: Fat chance, bub.
Kurama & Hiei: What?
Kurama: Did she just say... 'bub'?
Hiei: Is that even a word?
Fugen: SHUT UP! Stop criticizing my way of speech!
Kurama: Way of speech?
Hiei: Is that some kind of ningen phrase?
~Genkai's Temple~
Both Yusuke and Kuwabara were red in the face for dual reasons. They were staring at Hiei, who was still wearing the all-black outfit, and as a result, they were both red in the face because:
1.) Hiei looked HOT! H-O-T! HOT!!!
2.) The look on Hiei's face gave them the feeling that they just HAD to laugh, but they couldn't 'cause Hiei was giving them a death glare.
"You do look...rather nice," Kurama tried to help. His words didn't help much though. He turned bright red too, although it was because of Reason #1 (as listed above).
In response Hiei only deepened his death glare. Matter-of-factly Genkai spoke up, "Enough of this. Now, you three said a man named 'Ryokai' took you to Hiei, correct?" " Y-Yeah," Yusuke managed to say without letting a chuckle escape him. "He's a fire demon, as far as we can tell. He said he had originally been hired by Yomi to do some fire-demon- reproduction thing, but he didn't want to (or something like that) and he had some other agenda. Whatever it was, it probably had to do with Hiei being rescued (though we really didn't do anything). Dunno as to who he really was. Any ideas, Hiei?"
Hiei shrugged, saying, "Name familiar, description vaguely familiar, but nothing else. I don't know him." "Well he knows you, and he's probably freakin' strong, 'cause Yomi looked half-terrified of him!" Kuwabara exclaimed. "What if that guy's actually some kinda maniac who actually wants to take over the world or somethin' and—" " Oh, shut up," Yusuke snapped, hitting Kuwabara on the head. "Where're you going?"
From the door, Hiei paused. Over his shoulder he answered, " Somewhere other than here with you two idiots." While Yusuke held back an enraged Kuwabara, Kurama offered, "You can come stay in my home if you like, for the time being. My mother's out of town and will be for a while, and it wouldn't be wise for you to be alone until everything's sorted out."
Common sense (and something else) made Hiei give in to that offer.
~Kurama's house~
'Urk...'
Kurama swallowed. Hard. He had lent Hiei some of his clothes to wear instead of the all-black outfit (despite the fact that he would've preferred Hiei in that particular set), and the result was devastating on Kurama's willpower.
Hiei was now dressed simply in a long-sleeved white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black pants, his feet bare and his hair tied with a thread. Simple, but alluring. The shirt outlined Hiei's body, which had grown slender as he had grown taller, and closer to the slimly muscled build of Kurama's. The stray black strands of Hiei's hair contrasted greatly to his skin and white shirt, which made him look exotic in a very, very, VERY tempting kind of way.
Swallowing again, Kurama turned back to his task of cooking Hiei a meal. It was ramen, spicy enough to suit Hiei's hot tastes (heh heh). Cooking it was easy, but it wasn't when a rather delicious-looking hot youkai was watching your every move from the nearby table. Head set on top of folded arms, Hiei's red eyes unwaveringly marked Kurama's every move, never blinking and oblivious to Kurama's red face (and trust me, it wasn't the heat).
When the ramen was done, Hiei finished it in record time, and before Kurama knew it, Hiei had taken ice cream from the freezer and had escaped with it to the living room. By the time Kurama got there, Hiei had already started on his sweet snow victim. He was sitting on the floor, one leg stretched straight out while the other was bent at an angle, one hand holding the entire gallon of ice cream while the other spooned it up.
"No, Hiei don't—"
It came too late. The ice cream bucket had been full a few seconds before, but Hiei was now licking his fingers, the bucket sitting next to him, empty except for the spoon Hiei had used. The sweet snow had been amply vanquished. Sighing with defeat, Kurama sat down on the other side of Hiei, and almost immediately regretted it. Being so close to Hiei made Kurama's temperature flare up and his face red.
This time Hiei noticed. Cocking his head to one side, he asked, " Cold?" Kurama almost sighed with relief. Hiei had, in his naïveté, assumed that Kurama was red from the cold outside.
But it caused something wonderful to happen.
A burst from ki from Hiei and a red-gold fire burst up in the fireplace in front of them. Basking in the warmth, Kurama was so soothed by it that he grew a bit drowsy. It caused him to slide sideways and bump lightly against Hiei. Yet once again, Kurama turned red, this time at the contact. His face cooled down a bit when Hiei only turned his head to glance briefly at him, nothing more.
But then Kurama felt himself being lifted slightly, and the next thing he knew, he was on his side between Hiei's legs (it's not a lime scene so in case any of you were thinking of something lemony, get it outta your head! At least, in this fic get it outta your head. In your own little world, imagine away). Kurama's right shoulder was against Hiei's chest, and his head rested in the crook of Hiei's neck.
Best of all was the positions of Hiei's hands and arms. His right arm curved so that his hand rested just above Kurama's hip, while his left hand was bent so that his fingers continuously ran through the hair on the side of Kurama's head. The fingers trailed from Kurama's cheek to his hair. Cheek (note, bare skin), hair. Cheek, hair. Again and again Hiei slowly repeated this movement.
For a long time, Kurama said and did nothing but relax, and really, who could blame him? He was warm, comfortable, and hell, Hiei was HOLDING him! And that doesn't include the fact that Hiei was constantly touching him in a arousing sort of way!
"Uh...um...Hiei?"
"What?"
"A-Aishiteru."
"I know. Aishiteru to you too, fox."
"Hi—You WHAT?!"
Kurama jerked himself into a sitting position, his face struggling to decide between shock, embarrassment, and indignation. "You knew all this time? But...But how?" "I'm not an idiot," was Hiei's cool, calm answer. Kurama went on angrily, "And you didn't say a WORD to me about it? We could've been together a LONG time ago! What's more, you spend nearly a decade away in the makai without sending me or anyone else a word, a message, a letter, anything! Hiei, how could you...how could you just come out like that?"
Shifting slightly, Hiei muttered, "I wasn't sure..." Abruptly Kurama's anger began to drain away. "You weren't sure...how I felt about you?" Kurama finished for him. Hiei barely nodded, but nod he did.
It took a short while for Kurama's anger to vanish completely. When it did, Kurama raised a hand to touch Hiei's face, and then leaned forward for a kiss.
Soft, warm, and simple. No tongue-wrestling, no restraint-just-went- outta-the-window, just a simple touch of the lips. But nothing was better than such simplicity in a kiss. It appeared to be little, but told and felt everything. It meant everything. When Kurama broke the kiss, he returned to his original position in Hiei's arms, but he wouldn't stop spraying light kisses along Hiei's bared neck. As for Hiei, he did the same, and lowered his eyelids halfway, growing drowsy and aroused at Kurama's attentions.
Outside, sitting on the edge of the roof, the hem of a white tunic flapped in the wind. A pair of sensuous lips curved into a small smile. Deft fingertips grazed a pale cheek, flying strands of shining white hair catching at them.
//Satisfied, Ryo-chan?//
The mysterious demon looked down at his new companion, a silvery white fox with nine flowing tails and bright silver eyes rimmed with gold. Smiling further, Ryokai knelt down on one knee and began patting and stroking the silky fur. The youko curved his body along the stroking hand as to leave no part of its head, neck, and back untouched. Pecking a kiss on top of the furry head, Ryokai answered, "No, not yet, but observe. All is well now with them. I've made sure that Yomi and his collaborators won't touch or disturb Hiei again, directly or indirectly. Should any of them try, they will suffer."
//And no one is more adept at causing suffering than you// the kitsune replied, stretching. //For you are its entity, are you not?// " Yes," Ryokai agreed readily.
//But why not yet satisfied? Hiei has confessed, Kurama has confessed. There is nothing to hold them apart anymore.//
"Oh, call me a hopeless romantic..."
//Or a rather caring ancestor.//
"I'm not his ancestor."
//In human views you are.//
"True. Anyhow, I'm not yet satisfied because Hiei is not yet wholly content."
//What are you talking about? Look at them! Whoa. Oi, get yourselves to a bed, you two! Bed's better than the floor. Have I bred into you nothing, Kurama, in those particular arts? If you're not going to do so, then put your clothes back on! I detest such sensual activities in such unfitting scenes. The bed, I said! The bed!//
"Take care they don't hear you."
//They won't unless I choose for them to, you know that. Now, tell me why you want Hiei to be so content?//
"It is true that at the moment he is happy, but he is not wholly happy."
//Why? Mukuro?//
"No, not any longer. I'm going to have Hiei resign from becoming her heir. The woman isn't training him to be that, she's just trying to keep him away from Kurama so that she can seduce him and have him as her own."
//And?//
Ryokai let out a small, pleasant laugh and kissed the silver-eyed kitsune between the ears. He told the youko, " I just want Hiei to be wholly happy. The only problem is that he doesn't have all the things a wholly happy person would have. He's missing one thing."
//And that is?//
"See that fire gem around Kurama's throat?"
//Did Hiei just give it to him?//
"Just because they started. Watch that gem. That's what Hiei's missing."
//Ah. I see. The 'method' Yomi wanted to use.//
"Hiei could have made it by himself. Yomi was wrong in that part. It's a good thing Hiei just thinks that the fire gem is just a fire gem, or rather, a token of his love to Kurama."
//Doshite?//
Again Ryokai laughed. "Oh, you'll see. It'll turn into the greatest gift anyone could have...except for a soulmate, of course."
//You're doing it again.//
This time with a soft chuckle, Ryokai kissed the youko, which snuggled against Ryokai's body.
"But that's the best thing about me, isn't it?"
//Hm...//
"Hiei's life was never a bed of roses, but soon, I'll make sure that it turns into a bed of foxes, just you watch, my dear Inari-chan."
Fugen: BWA HA HA HA! Cliffhanger ending! WA HA HA HA HA! Now you'll all have to wait until I put on...THE SEQUEL! BWA HA HA HA!
Kurama: How could you leave it at such a terrible ending? You don't explain anything, such as who Ryokai really is!
Fugen: It'll all be explained in the sequel, trust me. And it's gonna be a funny, fluffy, sweet fic with lots of cute moments.
Hiei: I'm just glad it's over...
Fugen: Guess again, Hi-chan! 'Cause in the sequel, every chappie is gonna be preluded by ranting too! And glomping!
Kurama: Yea!!!
Hiei: *turns really white* Someone save me...onegai?