The dismissal bell sounded. Kurama's head cocked to the side, his long, ruby-red hair falling down his chest, his emerald eyes closing as though in relief. The teachers dull, bored voiced echoed in his mind, "Do page 185 in your Advanced Algebra books. Due tomorrow, got that?!"
"Yes Ma'am." The class answered, just as listless. Kurama, too, replied, though a bit more enthusiastic than his High School classmates. He pulled himself from his chair, fairly sprinting to the door, his long-strided walk beating the sleepy teenagers, so he was the first to duck out the door into the hallway. As alert as ever, he jogged lightheartedly to his locker, noting the faces of each of his fellows, nodding politely to several gushing girls that stood by the water fountain with hopeful looks, then looking shot down. Kurama's hand reached for his lock, when his eyes narrowed as though in annoyance, his hand falling away to his side.
"Hey Suichii!" One of his schoolmates called. His tall, broad shouldered frame dominated Kurama's visage, blocking his locker. The dark-haired boy folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the locker, a smug look on his face. "How about coming to me to the movies, Sweetheart?" He said loudly, his chin jutting towards the rest of the hall, and its inhabitants. This got their attention immediately, all turning from their various activities to watch Mizu torture the weird Minnimano kid.
Kurama coldly ignored him, his eyes trailing heavenward, his mouth draw in a tight frown of animosity. Needless to say, he disliked being treated in such a rude manner, even more so hating being spoken to like a girl. "I dare say I'll be quite busy, seeing as we have homework." He said, the first words that came to mind.
"Hah! Suichii Minimano busy all weekend doing homework!" Mizu boomed, causing Kurama to wince. "Knowing you, you already did it! Come on, dollface. You know you want to."
"I think not." Kurama said, his tone jaded. "I do not date members of my own gender. You ought to seek counseling."
Mizu's fist lifted to Kurama's chin, his knuckles forcing his face up so that Mizu could glare into his eyes. "To bad, Kitten. You're coming with me to the movies whether you like it or not, got it?"
Kurama's cheeks burned a furious scarlet. " I said no thank you. Now let go of me."
"Oyu!" Mizu turned from his prey, bellowing down the hall, "Oyu, Suichii said he's free tonight, lets go!"
"I said LET GO!" Kurama growled softly, though his words were heard by every person in that hallway on that normal Friday afternoon. "Do not make me-"
At that moment, a second thug came blundering in on the scene, Kurama recognizing the gaunt, tall figure as Oyu, Mizu's partner in crime. Oyu grinned at the sight of Kurama, standing helpless at Mizu's mercy. He strode behind Kurama, wrapping his thin fists around his wrists, pulling Kurama backwards. Kurama did not verbally protest at this point, he had long since learned to keep his mouth shut and let it take its course. He allowed himself to be dragged off campus, silently plotting his escape, as he always did.
Oyu and Mizu lead him down main street, keeping his hands behind his back, shoving him occasionally for a laph. Kurama remained calm and hushed, his face void of human expression. His calm manner struck Oyu as being scared.
****
The movie theater towered over Kurama's person as though a monstrous demon about to devour him. The bright, flashing lights made him long to shield his eyes. But his wrists were held securely behind his back by Oyu. Unable to fathom how he could get out of this one without attracting attention, Kurama steeled himself for a horrid evening. And to think he had planned to spend this evening with his tomodatchi, Hiei. Kurama's mind snapped into overdrive at the thought of his little friend. He would surly wonder what had become of his redhead nigen companion. This worried Kurama, for if Hiei saw him going through this torture, he would not allow it to continue. Kurama felt himself wince at the image of a burning theater and screaming teenagers. Needless to say, Hiei would be infuriated.
Mizu shoved him into a seat, Oyu sitting down beside him. Both grabbed one of Kurama's arms, pinning them to the chair arms. Kurama heaved a sigh and settled back into the hard plastic of the seat. He heard guffaws of laphter behind him, knowing that they belonged to classmates whom enjoyed this humiliating scene. A flush of red colored his cheeks. The lights dimmed and the movie began. Kurama defiantly stared at the girls sitting in the row ahead of theirs rather than the movie. He prayed that Hiei wouldn't show up and start burning things…
His eyes wandered from the girls to the screen. Two expensive-looking sports cars zoomed down a highway, the drivers swearing at each other. Kurama rolled his eyes. Again he changed his direction of gaze, this time his liquid-green eyes stopping on the form of a teenage couple, arms around each other in a passionate hug. Kurama's breath froze in his mouth, as though he had plunged into a freezer. Yuskue and Kayco sat two rows ahead of them, Yuskue's face descending down on Kayco's to kiss her. Again Kurama prayed that his friends would not notice him. He knew that these two would not care to see him bullied like this either.
"Watch the movie!" Oyu hissed into Kurama's ear. Kurama shyed away from him, looking disgusted. "Come on! Don't be such a baby."
"I am no infant," Kurama answered, his voice hushed so as not to disturb others. "Nor will I watch such tasteless entertainment."
"Shut yer mouth," Mizu growled thickly, giving Kurama's wrist a squeeze.
"Yes sir," Kurama said sweetly, batting his eyelashes at him. He had an idea, and seized this moment to turn the tables on these brutes. "You're so cute when you get angry. I'm quite glad that you invited me here. Thank you." He altered his tone of voice to sound more feminine, "I do like you, you know. I hoped……" He let this fall, his voice trailing off into the obis. "Well, I'm sure you know by now."
Mizu gawked at him, his hand momentarily loosening its grip. Kurama jerked his body from their grasp and hurried from the building at a run.
***
The front door of his house beckoned Kurama, the smell of home-made bread gave a pleasant tingle to his nostrils as his hand grasped the knob. "Mother?" He called as the door swung open with a homely creak. Mrs. Minnimano's glad cry met his ears, and he made note of the joyous tone to it. She came briskly from the kitchen, wrapping her son in a warm embrace, burying her face in his fine red hair, a general gladness in her tired eyes. "Oh, Suiichii . . . I was ever so worried! You're an hour late!"
"I had extracurricular activities," Kurama lied softly as he pried himself from his mother's grip. In a lighthearted manner he kicked off his shoes, neatly setting them in the box beside the door. In the same manner he tossed his coat in the closet, them changed his mind and took it out to hang it systematically on the rung. "What's for dinner, Mother?"
***
Hiei rested in his usual haunt, the branch that hung just beside Kurama's window. He watched the tired nigen enter the dark room with a sag to his shoulders, then fall into the soft bed without changing. To the apparition's eternal surprise, a miserable sigh, a rather pathetic one at that, made its way from Kurama's lips. Hiei leaned forward to come into the room via window. Kurama's head did not lift from his pillow at Hiei's footstep.
"Kitsune?" Hiei asked gently, for once not bothering to keep the concern for his words, "Are you all right?"
"Please leave, Hiei. I am not in the mood." Kurama's voice was muffled, but the hopelessness in his tone was not.
Hiei took yet another step towards his bed, one hand lifted, "Kurama, talk to me."
"No." He answered bluntly.
Hiei blinked. He took one, two, three more steps. His hand came to rest on the nigen's soft, red locks of hair. Then Hiei pulled his hand away as if disgusted with himself.
"Kitsune," He ordered sharply, "Stop this at once and tell me what happened."
Kurama did not move, but he did speak. "They did it to me again."
Hiei's eyes darkened with understanding, as did his face. "I swear, I'll kill each one of those-"
"No," Kurama snapped, jerking his face from the pillow, "Violence is not the answer."
"Don't you give me that bull!" Hiei shot back, "You fight all the time, and you dare tell me that violence is not the answer?!"
"Humans are different than demons, Hiei."
"I know that."
"I can do nothing to stop them, nor can you. I'll just have to endure it." Kurama heaved a sigh, putting a hand to his brow to wipe beads of sweat from his face. "It sucks, though."
"Disrespectful little-" Hiei growled, folding his arms across his chest, his face tightening into a scowl.
"Hiei, it's going to rain tonight." Kurama said dully, not daring to look at the scowling demon that stood at his bedside, "Where is it that you're going to stay?"
"In the park," Hiei growled as a matter-of-factly, "If you're starting to feel uncomfortable about me sleeping in your tree."
"No," Kurama hurried to say, "It's just that I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get wet."
Hiei blinked, sincerely bewildered. He scrutinized his blushing friend's face, just what was fox driving at? "Y-You want me to sleep in here?!" He choked on the words, causing them to sound oddly high-pitched.
His blushed deepened. "Sort of… No, not in my bed with me, you psycho!" He laphed at Hiei's perplexed look, "I have a sleeping bag, you know. It's in the hallway closet."
"Hn." Hiei had never felt more relieved in his entire life. Who would have thought he was capable of such human emotions like embarrassment. "You're a very odd creature, fox."
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
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Sorry, that isn't a good place to stop, but I'm not sure where I'm going with this. No, Hiei and Kurama are not together in this. Sorry for the typo previously put here. When I said 'I think,' I meant 'I think It doesn't seem that way,' but my idiot pc messed it up! As you can tell from my Bio, I will never put them togeather. I apologize for any inconvinance (Or nightmares) this has caused. Review and tell me what you think! Thank you!
"Yes Ma'am." The class answered, just as listless. Kurama, too, replied, though a bit more enthusiastic than his High School classmates. He pulled himself from his chair, fairly sprinting to the door, his long-strided walk beating the sleepy teenagers, so he was the first to duck out the door into the hallway. As alert as ever, he jogged lightheartedly to his locker, noting the faces of each of his fellows, nodding politely to several gushing girls that stood by the water fountain with hopeful looks, then looking shot down. Kurama's hand reached for his lock, when his eyes narrowed as though in annoyance, his hand falling away to his side.
"Hey Suichii!" One of his schoolmates called. His tall, broad shouldered frame dominated Kurama's visage, blocking his locker. The dark-haired boy folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the locker, a smug look on his face. "How about coming to me to the movies, Sweetheart?" He said loudly, his chin jutting towards the rest of the hall, and its inhabitants. This got their attention immediately, all turning from their various activities to watch Mizu torture the weird Minnimano kid.
Kurama coldly ignored him, his eyes trailing heavenward, his mouth draw in a tight frown of animosity. Needless to say, he disliked being treated in such a rude manner, even more so hating being spoken to like a girl. "I dare say I'll be quite busy, seeing as we have homework." He said, the first words that came to mind.
"Hah! Suichii Minimano busy all weekend doing homework!" Mizu boomed, causing Kurama to wince. "Knowing you, you already did it! Come on, dollface. You know you want to."
"I think not." Kurama said, his tone jaded. "I do not date members of my own gender. You ought to seek counseling."
Mizu's fist lifted to Kurama's chin, his knuckles forcing his face up so that Mizu could glare into his eyes. "To bad, Kitten. You're coming with me to the movies whether you like it or not, got it?"
Kurama's cheeks burned a furious scarlet. " I said no thank you. Now let go of me."
"Oyu!" Mizu turned from his prey, bellowing down the hall, "Oyu, Suichii said he's free tonight, lets go!"
"I said LET GO!" Kurama growled softly, though his words were heard by every person in that hallway on that normal Friday afternoon. "Do not make me-"
At that moment, a second thug came blundering in on the scene, Kurama recognizing the gaunt, tall figure as Oyu, Mizu's partner in crime. Oyu grinned at the sight of Kurama, standing helpless at Mizu's mercy. He strode behind Kurama, wrapping his thin fists around his wrists, pulling Kurama backwards. Kurama did not verbally protest at this point, he had long since learned to keep his mouth shut and let it take its course. He allowed himself to be dragged off campus, silently plotting his escape, as he always did.
Oyu and Mizu lead him down main street, keeping his hands behind his back, shoving him occasionally for a laph. Kurama remained calm and hushed, his face void of human expression. His calm manner struck Oyu as being scared.
****
The movie theater towered over Kurama's person as though a monstrous demon about to devour him. The bright, flashing lights made him long to shield his eyes. But his wrists were held securely behind his back by Oyu. Unable to fathom how he could get out of this one without attracting attention, Kurama steeled himself for a horrid evening. And to think he had planned to spend this evening with his tomodatchi, Hiei. Kurama's mind snapped into overdrive at the thought of his little friend. He would surly wonder what had become of his redhead nigen companion. This worried Kurama, for if Hiei saw him going through this torture, he would not allow it to continue. Kurama felt himself wince at the image of a burning theater and screaming teenagers. Needless to say, Hiei would be infuriated.
Mizu shoved him into a seat, Oyu sitting down beside him. Both grabbed one of Kurama's arms, pinning them to the chair arms. Kurama heaved a sigh and settled back into the hard plastic of the seat. He heard guffaws of laphter behind him, knowing that they belonged to classmates whom enjoyed this humiliating scene. A flush of red colored his cheeks. The lights dimmed and the movie began. Kurama defiantly stared at the girls sitting in the row ahead of theirs rather than the movie. He prayed that Hiei wouldn't show up and start burning things…
His eyes wandered from the girls to the screen. Two expensive-looking sports cars zoomed down a highway, the drivers swearing at each other. Kurama rolled his eyes. Again he changed his direction of gaze, this time his liquid-green eyes stopping on the form of a teenage couple, arms around each other in a passionate hug. Kurama's breath froze in his mouth, as though he had plunged into a freezer. Yuskue and Kayco sat two rows ahead of them, Yuskue's face descending down on Kayco's to kiss her. Again Kurama prayed that his friends would not notice him. He knew that these two would not care to see him bullied like this either.
"Watch the movie!" Oyu hissed into Kurama's ear. Kurama shyed away from him, looking disgusted. "Come on! Don't be such a baby."
"I am no infant," Kurama answered, his voice hushed so as not to disturb others. "Nor will I watch such tasteless entertainment."
"Shut yer mouth," Mizu growled thickly, giving Kurama's wrist a squeeze.
"Yes sir," Kurama said sweetly, batting his eyelashes at him. He had an idea, and seized this moment to turn the tables on these brutes. "You're so cute when you get angry. I'm quite glad that you invited me here. Thank you." He altered his tone of voice to sound more feminine, "I do like you, you know. I hoped……" He let this fall, his voice trailing off into the obis. "Well, I'm sure you know by now."
Mizu gawked at him, his hand momentarily loosening its grip. Kurama jerked his body from their grasp and hurried from the building at a run.
***
The front door of his house beckoned Kurama, the smell of home-made bread gave a pleasant tingle to his nostrils as his hand grasped the knob. "Mother?" He called as the door swung open with a homely creak. Mrs. Minnimano's glad cry met his ears, and he made note of the joyous tone to it. She came briskly from the kitchen, wrapping her son in a warm embrace, burying her face in his fine red hair, a general gladness in her tired eyes. "Oh, Suiichii . . . I was ever so worried! You're an hour late!"
"I had extracurricular activities," Kurama lied softly as he pried himself from his mother's grip. In a lighthearted manner he kicked off his shoes, neatly setting them in the box beside the door. In the same manner he tossed his coat in the closet, them changed his mind and took it out to hang it systematically on the rung. "What's for dinner, Mother?"
***
Hiei rested in his usual haunt, the branch that hung just beside Kurama's window. He watched the tired nigen enter the dark room with a sag to his shoulders, then fall into the soft bed without changing. To the apparition's eternal surprise, a miserable sigh, a rather pathetic one at that, made its way from Kurama's lips. Hiei leaned forward to come into the room via window. Kurama's head did not lift from his pillow at Hiei's footstep.
"Kitsune?" Hiei asked gently, for once not bothering to keep the concern for his words, "Are you all right?"
"Please leave, Hiei. I am not in the mood." Kurama's voice was muffled, but the hopelessness in his tone was not.
Hiei took yet another step towards his bed, one hand lifted, "Kurama, talk to me."
"No." He answered bluntly.
Hiei blinked. He took one, two, three more steps. His hand came to rest on the nigen's soft, red locks of hair. Then Hiei pulled his hand away as if disgusted with himself.
"Kitsune," He ordered sharply, "Stop this at once and tell me what happened."
Kurama did not move, but he did speak. "They did it to me again."
Hiei's eyes darkened with understanding, as did his face. "I swear, I'll kill each one of those-"
"No," Kurama snapped, jerking his face from the pillow, "Violence is not the answer."
"Don't you give me that bull!" Hiei shot back, "You fight all the time, and you dare tell me that violence is not the answer?!"
"Humans are different than demons, Hiei."
"I know that."
"I can do nothing to stop them, nor can you. I'll just have to endure it." Kurama heaved a sigh, putting a hand to his brow to wipe beads of sweat from his face. "It sucks, though."
"Disrespectful little-" Hiei growled, folding his arms across his chest, his face tightening into a scowl.
"Hiei, it's going to rain tonight." Kurama said dully, not daring to look at the scowling demon that stood at his bedside, "Where is it that you're going to stay?"
"In the park," Hiei growled as a matter-of-factly, "If you're starting to feel uncomfortable about me sleeping in your tree."
"No," Kurama hurried to say, "It's just that I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get wet."
Hiei blinked, sincerely bewildered. He scrutinized his blushing friend's face, just what was fox driving at? "Y-You want me to sleep in here?!" He choked on the words, causing them to sound oddly high-pitched.
His blushed deepened. "Sort of… No, not in my bed with me, you psycho!" He laphed at Hiei's perplexed look, "I have a sleeping bag, you know. It's in the hallway closet."
"Hn." Hiei had never felt more relieved in his entire life. Who would have thought he was capable of such human emotions like embarrassment. "You're a very odd creature, fox."
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
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Sorry, that isn't a good place to stop, but I'm not sure where I'm going with this. No, Hiei and Kurama are not together in this. Sorry for the typo previously put here. When I said 'I think,' I meant 'I think It doesn't seem that way,' but my idiot pc messed it up! As you can tell from my Bio, I will never put them togeather. I apologize for any inconvinance (Or nightmares) this has caused. Review and tell me what you think! Thank you!
