Standard Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or Hiei *SOB*. Now let the standard ranting begin!

Fugen: Ahhhhh. More torment for the readers... ^_^

Kurama: You're being much too cruel...again.

Hiei: Hmph. She's just being her usual insane self.

Fugen: NO I'M NOT!

Hiei & Kurama: *flinch*

Fugen: I'M NOT INSANE! I'M JUST YOUR TYPICALLY OBSESSED YYH FAN!

Kurama: You distract her, I'll call the police...or the psychiatric hospital...

Hiei: Got it.

Fugen: AND I'M ALSO JUST YOUR TYPICAL HIEI-OBSESSED PERSON!

~Kurama's House~

Kurama jerked awake, breathing a bit harder than one would and sweating a bit. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered, 'Why...Why did I feel like...I've left Hiei behind?'

But right there, lying next to him on his thin futon, lay the ever-so- loved koorime, fast asleep. Kurama reached out and touched him, causing Hiei to shift slightly in his sleep but not to the point of waking. So Kurama wrapped one arm around Hiei and drew him closer. Hiei allowed himself to be simply pulled over without a struggle. He was, after all, deep in sleep. Only in Kurama's bed would he ever sleep that way.

For a while, Kurama just held the little swordsman, breathing in the ashy pine scent and pressing his lips between Hiei's shoulder blades. A kiss was hardly necessary, or even the contact, but it felt good, comforting. Happily Kurama recalled to the days before he and Hiei 'officially' got together, days when he'd just stand there amongst the woods, staring into the sky, wondering if it was his fate to remain as a human-bound youko captive forever, always alone. Days that Hiei brought to an end, days that would never come again.

' Ai shiteru, Hi-chan.' Trying not to laugh out loud in pure joy and wake Hiei, Kurama restrained himself to a low chuckle and kissed his dear, precious little koorime. He remembered the first time he called Hiei 'Hi- chan'. The dark swordsman had erupted like the atom bomb, at least on the outside. Kurama hadn't missed the slight blush, the same reaction Hiei had given when Kurama called him 'cute' or such names like 'koi' and 'itooshi'.

And, remembering the faces Hiei had made, Kurama couldn't help but laugh right out loud.

THAT woke Hiei up. Groggily he shifted, and rubbed his eyes as he turned over to face Kurama. "What the hell now?" Hiei mumbled, trying not to yawn at the same time. Touching the tip of Hiei's nose with a fingertip, Kurama smiled and teased, " Oh, nothing. Just...remembering some things." Hiei fixed Kurama with a Not-AGAIN glare and closed his eyes to go back to sleep.

Kurama laughed and kissed Hiei slowly. Bending over Kurama told him, "I'm going to go out for a moment. There's some groceries I need to buy." Hiei cracked open one eye, saying, "Sweet snow?" "We have enough, Hiei," Kurama reminded him. Hiei snorted incredulously and mumbled, " We never have enough." "That's because you eat it all, itooshi," Kurama pointed out. He was pleased to see a faint pink appear on Hiei's cheeks at the last word. One final chuckle and Kurama forced himself out of bed and got dressed.

Birds singing. Sun shining. Few clouds, all of which were white and fluffy. Pale blue sky. Nice breeze. Yeah. All signs of a perfectly nice day, it seemed to Kurama as he walked along the sidewalk.

Now, ever seen movies when it's perfect one moment and then, in a huge cliché, suddenly horrible the next?

Bingo, people, bingo.

The sky turned a hideous dark greenish-gray, the clouds turned black and the birds fell to the ground in bloody heaps. The ground cracked beneath Kurama's feet in violent jerks, startling the kitsune and happening so quickly that he had no time to cry out as he fell. To his surprise and relief, someone grabbed his hand and saved him. Kurama looked up, and gasped.

It was that sleeping samurai, only he wasn't exactly asleep anymore. His eyes (or eye, singular) was open, and it shone the same deep, brilliant red as Hiei's. Fluidly the lips moved, forming words, and a pleasant, slightly echoing voice said them.

"I'm waiting for you..."