A wanderer in life always lacks one of two things.
And they know enough that those with both truly are blessed.
Some may wonder what they lack.
But all things hidden are revealed in time . . .
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
New border things.
Instead of the ' shift 8 ' and ' shift ' stuff (since ff.net doesn't let us use them anymore u.u...) the borders showing either 'passage of time' or a 'POV change' will now be
(::change of something::)
jus so everyone knows( lol n.n;;; sorry . . .)
n.n (btw: this is the new anime smiley; it's like this now because the ff.net people won't let us sakusha do ANYTHING having to do with the 'shift' key and a number anymore u.u... sigh . . .)
well, on with the fic :3 (that's my lil nice innocent chibi cat smile n.n;; lol, feel free to use it if ya want! I'd be honored actually, lol n.n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
(a.n./ hope this new border actually SHOWS UP n.n;;;;;; )
(::change of something::)
The fox stood on the high terrace overlooking the calm sea. He took a deep breath of salty air before resting his elbows on the rail, leaning forward to watch the sun set slowly over the horizon. The sky was a perfect mix of warm colors, a stark contrast to the dark navy blue of the ocean itself. He could hear the waves crashing softly on the sand below, his gaze wandering over the couples strolling on the damp beach. He sighed, remembering how he should be spending 'quality time' with his mother, stepfather and little Shuichi right now. A few hours ago, his younger brother had dragged their parents off to some childish amusement park, found ONLY (or so he had said) on the boardwalk a little ways into town. The redhead had been invited, of course, but—truth be told—he hadn't felt completely right after their seafood dinner. Whirly, twisting upside-down rides along with an upset stomach didn't exactly fall into Kurama's view of an ideal combination . . .
So he had stayed in the hotel, in the room he shared with the younger boy, staring, alone, out at the sea . . .
And he had hoped.
Weeks after the night back home in Tokyo, he still hadn't seen even a flash of black on the edge of his vision or sensed even a trace of that dark, familiar youki. Kurama supposed either the Jaganshi hadn't heard him (very unlikely), or Hiei was 'busy' (supposedly training with Mukuro in the Makai) or . . . the fire youkai DIDN'T . . . return the sentiment . . .
The youko-turned-ningen sighed, pushing himself back into a standing position. Perhaps a walk would clear his troubled mind . . .
(::change of something::)
A dark figure, clad in black, followed the fox down to the beach, where he observed his friend from the long grass a good ways back from the salty water, masking his youki while remaining silent and hidden.
He watched as the redhead slowly strolled along the beach, the kitsune's feet sinking slightly into the cool, wet sand. Still Hiei looked on, moving every now and then as the youko continued on his walk . . .
Kurama . . .
The name whispered in the back of his mind . . .
". . . no one steals anything . . . from youko Kurama . . . and gets away with it . . ."
"Ai shitteru, Hiei . . . ai shitteru . . ."
Hiei sighed to himself as he watched the gentle breeze lightly play with the kitsune's crimson locks. The sun was still setting behind Kurama, the pinks and purples outlining the youko in soft radiance . . . he closed his eyes while leaning back, blocking the beautiful scene from his sight.
When have I become such a coward . . . to run away like this . . .
Sighing again, but resolved, the Jaganshi opened his eyes, finding the fox a bit further down the beach by now . . . and he disappeared in a blur of black.
Kurama.
(::change of something::)
A warm feeling welled up in his heart as Kurama felt his friend's presence. The redhead swept a seemingly casual glance over the tall grass farther up the beach (to his right) and spotted a hint of black. Smiling to himself, Kurama turned his attention back on the waves crashing softly on the sand, covering his footprints behind him and inviting the youko to keep walking . . .
At least until Hiei decided to join him, of course . . .
Well.
THAT didn't take long . . .
The fox kept walking, not quickening or slowing his pace, but fully aware of the dark figure following him.
After a few minutes of this silent competition, he heard a sigh and looked up as the half-koorime appeared in front of him. He forced out a cheerful smile.
"Why, hello Hiei. It's been a while, ne?"
"Hn. Baka kitsune." Kurama winced inwardly at the sharp tone, and his temper flared slightly, and he walked past the fire youkai, brushing the shorter demon's right shoulder with no feigned gentleness as he passed.
"Well, perhaps I am not the one who was the baka this time . . ." He murmured, mostly to himself, but also hoping Hiei caught that last bit . . .
A firm hand shot out in an instant and grabbed the kitsune's arm in a tight, (slightly) painful grip.
Apparently he did catch that . . .
The youko turned calm eyes to his companion, not realizing flecks of gold were accenting his usually green orbs.
"What's that supposed to mean, fox." Hiei didn't so much ask as he did STATE the question (though it was obviously an inquiry). Kurama coolly met those flashing crimson eyes, and turned his arm out of Hiei's hold with practiced ease, turning his back to the Jaganshi, and starting to walk down the beach, where dark clouds were starting to form, and not just from the sun setting . . .
Rough hands took hold of his wrists and, before he could react, his face was right up against the damp sand, his arms pinned behind his back securely. He could tell who had attacked him, the person was just too familiar . . .
So this was it . . . he thought as he felt Hiei lean over him . . .
The answer to his earlier questioning . . . he felt his arms being pinned securely at his sides as the half-koorime's weight was pushed fully down on his back . . .
It hadn't been love, no . . . not for Hiei . . . the willful arms shifted, allowing their owner to lean up towards the youko's neck . . .
It had been LUST . . .
"Kurama." He closed his eyes at the dark, low voice spoken softly into his ear . . .
If it was only . . . . . . PHYSICAL attraction for Hiei, then . . .
"Kurama!" Pushed the insistent tone, sounding slightly frustrated.
He sighed in resignation . . . then . . . he would let him . . . .
D—n it, Shuichi, you've really got it bad, don't you? The thief half, his youko side, sneered in contempt as Kurama let himself go limp, the expressive green eyes hidden tightly from the world . . .
(::change of something::)
. . . Kurama?
Hiei thought in confusion as he felt the tenseness in the youko's body fade away . . . he moved slightly, to see the fox's face, but . . . the emerald orbs were tightly closed . . . wait . . .
He raised a hand to the kitsune's face, brushing away the tears that had formed in the corners . . .
Green eyes opened suddenly, wide and shocked as they took in Hiei's hand, then, blinking, shifted to his face. The Jaganshi's gaze turned puzzled. There was something in Kurama's eyes, now . . . the fox almost looked as though he were . . . pleading . . . ? . . . for SOMETHING . . . he slid off the redhead, now lying at his side, confusion still sparking in the depths of his red eyes as he searched the kitsune's face for a sign . . . ANY sign . . . with no luck, he decided to ask.
"What, Kurama?" Hiei asked, finally allowing a questioning tone to slip into his voice.
(::change of something::)
His eyes . . .
They were so . . .
Innocent? The word slipped into his mind of its own volition . . . and yes, he supposed . . . you could call Hiei an innocent . . . wait . . . . had their night together been . . . the Jaganshi's first time?
It was possible . . . Kurama thought as he surveyed the confused depths that were his friend's eyes . . .
"What, Kurama?" Hiei asked, his voice slightly softer and . . . questioning . . .
But . . .
But how did he . . . ? The redhead tore his eyes away from the dark- haired youkai's, looking to the sand on the side opposite the Jaganshi to his left . . . the youko turned ningen steeled himself to speak.
"Hiei . . . . . what do you think of me?" The kitsune shut his eyes involuntarily, and Kurama felt his throat tighten.
Even . . . even if it hurt . . . he had to know . . . . . . ANYTHING . . . . . was better than this emotional inferno . . . . burning into his mind . . . . . . torturing him . . .
(::change of something::)
What . . . what did I think of him???
Scattered raindrops started to fall, the only two remaining people lying on the beach oblivious to the change in weather, each too caught up with their own situation . . .
Kurama . . .
What did I think of him . . . ?
I wasn't sure . . . what he meant . . .
(::change of something::)
Hiei's bewildered expression was unseen, as Kurama was still facing away from the startled Jaganshi. Taking the now minutes-long silence as his answer, the fox stood abruptly, running further down the beach before Hiei could react and trip him as he stood . . .
(::change of something::)
Kurama!
He realized after a moment of staring at empty space that the kitsune had taken off. He stood, spotting the crimson locks of the youko down the beach, running away from the hotel where the fox's 'vay-kay-shun' was . . . subconsciously registering the darkening sky and the more hurried patter of rain on the ground, Hiei raced after the fox, catching the youko easily with his speed, this time pinning him so that Kurama's back was on the wet sand.
"Kurama . . ." He whispered, blinking drops of water out of his eyes as the storm suddenly broke, pelting the gritty topsoil and surface of the waves in the sea . . . Kurama was staring up at him, his red locks darkening with water and mingling with the greyish sand already wet . . .
"Kitsune . . ." Hiei tried again, his voice softening to a point that no one had ever heard, at least coming from HIM, of all people . . . he leaned down, staring directly and unwaveringly into the emerald depths, his own mouth scarcely a breath away from the redhead's . . .
"Hi—hiei . . ." The youko finally spoke, green eyes flickering with uncertainty, but before the youkai could press downward, Kurama spoke . . .
"So do you know . . . ?" The redhead whispered, the half-koorime catching the choked, whispered tone above the torrential rain . . . he pulled his face back a little to let his friend finish.
". . . what you think of me, then?" The green eyes wavered and shone, the dying light and lightning reflecting out of the deep green color . . . Hiei shook himself out of the beauty of it, and went down again, this time laying his head on Kurama's chest.
"I don't know." He said flatly, and truthfully. That wasn't exactly the type of answer Kurama had expected to hear . . .
"What do you mean?" The youkai caught the undertone of fear in the fox's voice, and moved his face up, startled to find the skin on the kitsune's neck so cold . . . he gave a burst of ki, warming them both from soaking chill of the storm . . .
"I . . . can tolerate you, Kurama . . . . . . . THAT'S what I mean, baka kitsune." He finished roughly, feeling warmth rush to his face, which he then quickly hid by ducking his head into the warm spot between Kurama's neck and shoulder . . . hn.
So this was what embarrassment felt like . . .
(::change of something::)
"I . . . can tolerate you, Kurama." The youko's heart skipped when he heard that . . . "—baka kitsune." He blinked, then chuckled at the familiar nickname as the Jaganshi buried himself in his neck, hiding his slight blush from view, but the warmth of his face against the youko's neck betraying the half-koorime's attempts at secrecy.
Kurama slowly enveloped the fire youkai in a warm embrace, smiling softly when Hiei pressed closer to him, the Jaganshi's small arms finding their way around the redhead, as well . . .
Kurama planted a soft kiss on the top of Hiei's head before joining the youkai into oblivion . . .
And, soon after, the rain stopped . . . leaving the two content lovers to sleep peacefully under the clear midnight sky.
(::change of something::)
Kurama walked into the apartment, looking around as the realtor stood nervously in the doorway, after the redhead had told her MANY times that he just wished to see the small home for himself . . .
Hmm . . .
There were numerous small rooms, a living room, and a master bedroom. A small smile tugged at his lips when he found that there was also a room that consisted of just a skylight for a ceiling . . . the perfect greenhouse. After a few more rounds of the cozy home, he came back to the nervous saleswoman, smiling warmly at her. She returned it quickly, but the hopeful reaction soon faded at his silence. He chuckled, glancing back into the brightly lit apartment (due to the many windows), the one he had just decided was . . .
"Perfect." He said, turning back to the dark-haired woman with another of his enchantingly cheerful smiles.
"It's perfect."
(::change of something::)
Hiei hadn't been to visit him for a few weeks . . . guilt mixed with resentment at Mukuro welled up in the fire youkai . . . but Kurama had understood. Kurama always understood these things . . . that thought didn't help to dispel the sense of 'wasted time' Hiei felt every moment he was away from the fox, though . . .
He perched easily on the branch outside Kurama's window for a moment before slipping into the room silently. He blinked.
The room was empty . . .
No, not empty . . .
There were a few boxes piled in a half-organized stack near the door, but everything in the room . . .
Kurama's desk, his bed . . . the few scattered ningen items he always kept around . . . they were all . . .
. . . . . gone . . . . . . just . . . . GONE . . .
Something clutched at his heart . . .
Where was he?!?!?
Where was Kurama??
Just then the door began to open, and Hiei hid in the only place he could; the ceiling. The woman he recognized as Kurama's 'mother' walked in . . .
"Oh, yes, Shuichi's almost all moved out now." She said cheerfully as she made to pick up one of the boxes. "He only needs to move these last boxes to his new apartment and he'll be all set. What do you say we help him out?" A few more ningen came into the room, picking up the remaining boxes, and Hiei noticed that they were all female. Shiori was laughing at one of the women's comments.
"Yes, I suppose he IS too good a son to ask his mother to help him move . . . but that's why we're doing it without him asking, ne?" The other onna laughed as well, agreeing. Hiei was curious. He followed them out . . . perhaps, stupid as they were, they would lead him to the fox . . .
(::change of something::)
Kurama held a cup of tea in his hand, gazing around the still-new apartment. He sighed, taking another sip. He didn't feel like going to get the rest of his items right now . . . oh, he would eventually, but for now . . . he had hoped Hiei would come today. A part of him nagged that, even if the Jaganshi came back, he wouldn't know where Kurama was. He would go to his mother's house first, looking for him. Sighing, and resigned, Kurama picked up his car keys and had just slipped on his shoes, when there was a knock at the door.
He was surprised, to say the least.
At least four or five middle-aged women stood on his doorstep, the foremost one obviously Shiori. But the most surprising part was that they were all carrying at least one or two boxes . . . boxes that looked like they had come from . . .
"Mother . . ." He sighed, letting them in. After she had set her load down, Shiori turned to her only son.
"You shouldn't have done that, 'kasaan . . . I was heading out to pick them up right now. I didn't want—"She silenced him with a finger on his lips as she smiled up at him.
"I know, Shuichi. But we WANTED to help . . . right girls?" All having set down their baggage, the remaining four women nodded. Kurama sighed again.
"But—"She shook her head.
"Now, we won't be bothering you." Her eyes sparkled. "You want to spend your first night in your new apartment, all moved-in, without your mother, right?" Kurama quickly switched polite modes.
"Oh, no, mother, please don't think—"
"Of course not, Shuichi." She said with a smile. "But the thing is, we have arranged to go out together . . . a girl's night, you know?" He nodded, a relieved smile starting to light his face.
"You wouldn't be imposing, you know, mother—"
"I know. But we had better be going anyway, dear." She motioned, and the mob of women marched out of the apartment. Kurama walked them down to the car, thanking each of them and giving a polite goodbye from the curb as they drove away. As soon as they were out of sight he sighed, letting his hand drop and he glumly walked back up the stairs (deciding not to take the elevator this time) to his new apartment. Now he didn't have an excuse to go back to his mother's home (to check and see if Hiei had returned) . . . Kurama took in the (single) name plate next to the door, smiling slightly. He WAS glad to be out on his own . . . if Hiei dropped by now, he wouldn't have to make up excuses for Shiori anymore . . . he opened the door, realizing after a moment that it meant he hadn't locked it. He shrugged it off, no one had come in, after all . . .
The thought died when he sensed someone inside. He slowly shut the door behind him, keeping his gaze flitting over the darkened hallway, and walked out into the living room, now getting a chill . . . someone was watching him. Raising a hand to his hair, it stopped halfway upon hearing a familiar voice.
"Hn. You didn't tell me you moved, fox." Kurama spun around, spotting Hiei sitting in the corner, hidden mostly by the piles of cardboard boxes, until he stood up and blurred over to stand in front of the kitsune. The youko gazed down at his lover, interest sparking.
"Why? Were you worried, Hiei?" He teased, smiling.
"Hn." Before he knew it, Hiei had put a hand around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Kurama wrapped his arms around the fire youkai, leaning down to make it easier on the shorter demon. The Jaganshi's other hand tangled in the long, red locks. When they broke for air, Kurama placed his forehead, softly leaning, on Hiei's. He chuckled.
"So did you miss me, then?" Unwaveringly, Hiei's eyes took in the amusement, but then shifted to a darker shade of crimson.
"Hn . . . where's the bed?" Surprised at the normally shy demon's incentive, Kurama leaned back, scanning the doors, finally finding the hall it was down and beginning to turn toward it.
"Down this hall . . . it's at the end—"He was suddenly swept up, the room tilted, and then he saw flashes of the hall, before falling softly onto his bed. The door closed, and he had only started to get up when he was pushed down, a small body pressed against his. He opened his eyes, which had snapped shut on instinct, to find an intense red gaze staring straight down at him.
"And what if I did miss you, fox." Hiei stated, his voice and eyes never wavering. A slow, sensual smile curved over Kurama's lips as he caught Hiei in his arms, and he flipped over on the bed, pinning the fire demon below him.
"Then this is what you get." The redhead's last words before taking the half-koorime's mouth with his own . . .
Hiei returned the heated kiss with an equal fervor, and soon they were both proving how much each had missed the other . . .
(::change of something::) (a.n./ muahahaha!! =n.n= PEACE!! lol)
Blocks away, in the same city, a young woman was walking home, alone from work when something shadow-like gripped at her throat, silencing her as she was dragged forcibly into an alley. The demon eyed her young, strong but lithe form and licked his lips before using them to begin to taste her.
He would see exactly HOW powerful his offspring would be, when mixed with such a uniquely demonic human . . .
(::change of something::)
Katra . . . she never knew what hit her. One moment she was walking home, the next a demon was pulling her into an alley, stripping her and violating her in the worst possible way.
Why? She cried silently as he thrust into her without mercy . . .
Her family had kept their demon blood a secret for generations . . .
WHY?
Why had it come back to haunt them now . . . ?
She screamed silently (as the demon had frozen her voice from the beginning) as tears rolled down her cheeks, and she felt life stirring within her . . . life that should not have been.
(::change of something::)
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I updated for this fic!!
Yayness!! (lol)
Hope you like, now I have an actual PLOT to work with, heh n.n;;;;
Hope you guys don't mind the OCs!!
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lol, I'll see ya when I get time to write!
- Kita (PEACE!!) out n.n;;
PS
Btw, I'm going to Oregon for four weeks starting June 21st. So . . . I"ll be gone for a while, heh!
Will TRY to update for all my fics on the account ' jus Kita ' before I leave, to tide you guys over
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Well, hope all you guys are out of school by now, lol!
Our last day is (or was n.n;;; ) June 16.
Sigh u.u;;;;
Well, ja, minna-san!
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OH!!
PPS!!!
This is the first time I've written for this fic that was NOT in the ungodly morning hours!!!
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. . . err . . . yeah . . . ah . . . basically I wrote it in the afternoon (2:00-5:00 PM)
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. . . and I usually write for this fic between midnight and four (or something like that o.o;;; )
odd . . .
lol!
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well, ja everyone!!
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And they know enough that those with both truly are blessed.
Some may wonder what they lack.
But all things hidden are revealed in time . . .
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
New border things.
Instead of the ' shift 8 ' and ' shift ' stuff (since ff.net doesn't let us use them anymore u.u...) the borders showing either 'passage of time' or a 'POV change' will now be
(::change of something::)
jus so everyone knows( lol n.n;;; sorry . . .)
n.n (btw: this is the new anime smiley; it's like this now because the ff.net people won't let us sakusha do ANYTHING having to do with the 'shift' key and a number anymore u.u... sigh . . .)
well, on with the fic :3 (that's my lil nice innocent chibi cat smile n.n;; lol, feel free to use it if ya want! I'd be honored actually, lol n.n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
(a.n./ hope this new border actually SHOWS UP n.n;;;;;; )
(::change of something::)
The fox stood on the high terrace overlooking the calm sea. He took a deep breath of salty air before resting his elbows on the rail, leaning forward to watch the sun set slowly over the horizon. The sky was a perfect mix of warm colors, a stark contrast to the dark navy blue of the ocean itself. He could hear the waves crashing softly on the sand below, his gaze wandering over the couples strolling on the damp beach. He sighed, remembering how he should be spending 'quality time' with his mother, stepfather and little Shuichi right now. A few hours ago, his younger brother had dragged their parents off to some childish amusement park, found ONLY (or so he had said) on the boardwalk a little ways into town. The redhead had been invited, of course, but—truth be told—he hadn't felt completely right after their seafood dinner. Whirly, twisting upside-down rides along with an upset stomach didn't exactly fall into Kurama's view of an ideal combination . . .
So he had stayed in the hotel, in the room he shared with the younger boy, staring, alone, out at the sea . . .
And he had hoped.
Weeks after the night back home in Tokyo, he still hadn't seen even a flash of black on the edge of his vision or sensed even a trace of that dark, familiar youki. Kurama supposed either the Jaganshi hadn't heard him (very unlikely), or Hiei was 'busy' (supposedly training with Mukuro in the Makai) or . . . the fire youkai DIDN'T . . . return the sentiment . . .
The youko-turned-ningen sighed, pushing himself back into a standing position. Perhaps a walk would clear his troubled mind . . .
(::change of something::)
A dark figure, clad in black, followed the fox down to the beach, where he observed his friend from the long grass a good ways back from the salty water, masking his youki while remaining silent and hidden.
He watched as the redhead slowly strolled along the beach, the kitsune's feet sinking slightly into the cool, wet sand. Still Hiei looked on, moving every now and then as the youko continued on his walk . . .
Kurama . . .
The name whispered in the back of his mind . . .
". . . no one steals anything . . . from youko Kurama . . . and gets away with it . . ."
"Ai shitteru, Hiei . . . ai shitteru . . ."
Hiei sighed to himself as he watched the gentle breeze lightly play with the kitsune's crimson locks. The sun was still setting behind Kurama, the pinks and purples outlining the youko in soft radiance . . . he closed his eyes while leaning back, blocking the beautiful scene from his sight.
When have I become such a coward . . . to run away like this . . .
Sighing again, but resolved, the Jaganshi opened his eyes, finding the fox a bit further down the beach by now . . . and he disappeared in a blur of black.
Kurama.
(::change of something::)
A warm feeling welled up in his heart as Kurama felt his friend's presence. The redhead swept a seemingly casual glance over the tall grass farther up the beach (to his right) and spotted a hint of black. Smiling to himself, Kurama turned his attention back on the waves crashing softly on the sand, covering his footprints behind him and inviting the youko to keep walking . . .
At least until Hiei decided to join him, of course . . .
Well.
THAT didn't take long . . .
The fox kept walking, not quickening or slowing his pace, but fully aware of the dark figure following him.
After a few minutes of this silent competition, he heard a sigh and looked up as the half-koorime appeared in front of him. He forced out a cheerful smile.
"Why, hello Hiei. It's been a while, ne?"
"Hn. Baka kitsune." Kurama winced inwardly at the sharp tone, and his temper flared slightly, and he walked past the fire youkai, brushing the shorter demon's right shoulder with no feigned gentleness as he passed.
"Well, perhaps I am not the one who was the baka this time . . ." He murmured, mostly to himself, but also hoping Hiei caught that last bit . . .
A firm hand shot out in an instant and grabbed the kitsune's arm in a tight, (slightly) painful grip.
Apparently he did catch that . . .
The youko turned calm eyes to his companion, not realizing flecks of gold were accenting his usually green orbs.
"What's that supposed to mean, fox." Hiei didn't so much ask as he did STATE the question (though it was obviously an inquiry). Kurama coolly met those flashing crimson eyes, and turned his arm out of Hiei's hold with practiced ease, turning his back to the Jaganshi, and starting to walk down the beach, where dark clouds were starting to form, and not just from the sun setting . . .
Rough hands took hold of his wrists and, before he could react, his face was right up against the damp sand, his arms pinned behind his back securely. He could tell who had attacked him, the person was just too familiar . . .
So this was it . . . he thought as he felt Hiei lean over him . . .
The answer to his earlier questioning . . . he felt his arms being pinned securely at his sides as the half-koorime's weight was pushed fully down on his back . . .
It hadn't been love, no . . . not for Hiei . . . the willful arms shifted, allowing their owner to lean up towards the youko's neck . . .
It had been LUST . . .
"Kurama." He closed his eyes at the dark, low voice spoken softly into his ear . . .
If it was only . . . . . . PHYSICAL attraction for Hiei, then . . .
"Kurama!" Pushed the insistent tone, sounding slightly frustrated.
He sighed in resignation . . . then . . . he would let him . . . .
D—n it, Shuichi, you've really got it bad, don't you? The thief half, his youko side, sneered in contempt as Kurama let himself go limp, the expressive green eyes hidden tightly from the world . . .
(::change of something::)
. . . Kurama?
Hiei thought in confusion as he felt the tenseness in the youko's body fade away . . . he moved slightly, to see the fox's face, but . . . the emerald orbs were tightly closed . . . wait . . .
He raised a hand to the kitsune's face, brushing away the tears that had formed in the corners . . .
Green eyes opened suddenly, wide and shocked as they took in Hiei's hand, then, blinking, shifted to his face. The Jaganshi's gaze turned puzzled. There was something in Kurama's eyes, now . . . the fox almost looked as though he were . . . pleading . . . ? . . . for SOMETHING . . . he slid off the redhead, now lying at his side, confusion still sparking in the depths of his red eyes as he searched the kitsune's face for a sign . . . ANY sign . . . with no luck, he decided to ask.
"What, Kurama?" Hiei asked, finally allowing a questioning tone to slip into his voice.
(::change of something::)
His eyes . . .
They were so . . .
Innocent? The word slipped into his mind of its own volition . . . and yes, he supposed . . . you could call Hiei an innocent . . . wait . . . . had their night together been . . . the Jaganshi's first time?
It was possible . . . Kurama thought as he surveyed the confused depths that were his friend's eyes . . .
"What, Kurama?" Hiei asked, his voice slightly softer and . . . questioning . . .
But . . .
But how did he . . . ? The redhead tore his eyes away from the dark- haired youkai's, looking to the sand on the side opposite the Jaganshi to his left . . . the youko turned ningen steeled himself to speak.
"Hiei . . . . . what do you think of me?" The kitsune shut his eyes involuntarily, and Kurama felt his throat tighten.
Even . . . even if it hurt . . . he had to know . . . . . . ANYTHING . . . . . was better than this emotional inferno . . . . burning into his mind . . . . . . torturing him . . .
(::change of something::)
What . . . what did I think of him???
Scattered raindrops started to fall, the only two remaining people lying on the beach oblivious to the change in weather, each too caught up with their own situation . . .
Kurama . . .
What did I think of him . . . ?
I wasn't sure . . . what he meant . . .
(::change of something::)
Hiei's bewildered expression was unseen, as Kurama was still facing away from the startled Jaganshi. Taking the now minutes-long silence as his answer, the fox stood abruptly, running further down the beach before Hiei could react and trip him as he stood . . .
(::change of something::)
Kurama!
He realized after a moment of staring at empty space that the kitsune had taken off. He stood, spotting the crimson locks of the youko down the beach, running away from the hotel where the fox's 'vay-kay-shun' was . . . subconsciously registering the darkening sky and the more hurried patter of rain on the ground, Hiei raced after the fox, catching the youko easily with his speed, this time pinning him so that Kurama's back was on the wet sand.
"Kurama . . ." He whispered, blinking drops of water out of his eyes as the storm suddenly broke, pelting the gritty topsoil and surface of the waves in the sea . . . Kurama was staring up at him, his red locks darkening with water and mingling with the greyish sand already wet . . .
"Kitsune . . ." Hiei tried again, his voice softening to a point that no one had ever heard, at least coming from HIM, of all people . . . he leaned down, staring directly and unwaveringly into the emerald depths, his own mouth scarcely a breath away from the redhead's . . .
"Hi—hiei . . ." The youko finally spoke, green eyes flickering with uncertainty, but before the youkai could press downward, Kurama spoke . . .
"So do you know . . . ?" The redhead whispered, the half-koorime catching the choked, whispered tone above the torrential rain . . . he pulled his face back a little to let his friend finish.
". . . what you think of me, then?" The green eyes wavered and shone, the dying light and lightning reflecting out of the deep green color . . . Hiei shook himself out of the beauty of it, and went down again, this time laying his head on Kurama's chest.
"I don't know." He said flatly, and truthfully. That wasn't exactly the type of answer Kurama had expected to hear . . .
"What do you mean?" The youkai caught the undertone of fear in the fox's voice, and moved his face up, startled to find the skin on the kitsune's neck so cold . . . he gave a burst of ki, warming them both from soaking chill of the storm . . .
"I . . . can tolerate you, Kurama . . . . . . . THAT'S what I mean, baka kitsune." He finished roughly, feeling warmth rush to his face, which he then quickly hid by ducking his head into the warm spot between Kurama's neck and shoulder . . . hn.
So this was what embarrassment felt like . . .
(::change of something::)
"I . . . can tolerate you, Kurama." The youko's heart skipped when he heard that . . . "—baka kitsune." He blinked, then chuckled at the familiar nickname as the Jaganshi buried himself in his neck, hiding his slight blush from view, but the warmth of his face against the youko's neck betraying the half-koorime's attempts at secrecy.
Kurama slowly enveloped the fire youkai in a warm embrace, smiling softly when Hiei pressed closer to him, the Jaganshi's small arms finding their way around the redhead, as well . . .
Kurama planted a soft kiss on the top of Hiei's head before joining the youkai into oblivion . . .
And, soon after, the rain stopped . . . leaving the two content lovers to sleep peacefully under the clear midnight sky.
(::change of something::)
Kurama walked into the apartment, looking around as the realtor stood nervously in the doorway, after the redhead had told her MANY times that he just wished to see the small home for himself . . .
Hmm . . .
There were numerous small rooms, a living room, and a master bedroom. A small smile tugged at his lips when he found that there was also a room that consisted of just a skylight for a ceiling . . . the perfect greenhouse. After a few more rounds of the cozy home, he came back to the nervous saleswoman, smiling warmly at her. She returned it quickly, but the hopeful reaction soon faded at his silence. He chuckled, glancing back into the brightly lit apartment (due to the many windows), the one he had just decided was . . .
"Perfect." He said, turning back to the dark-haired woman with another of his enchantingly cheerful smiles.
"It's perfect."
(::change of something::)
Hiei hadn't been to visit him for a few weeks . . . guilt mixed with resentment at Mukuro welled up in the fire youkai . . . but Kurama had understood. Kurama always understood these things . . . that thought didn't help to dispel the sense of 'wasted time' Hiei felt every moment he was away from the fox, though . . .
He perched easily on the branch outside Kurama's window for a moment before slipping into the room silently. He blinked.
The room was empty . . .
No, not empty . . .
There were a few boxes piled in a half-organized stack near the door, but everything in the room . . .
Kurama's desk, his bed . . . the few scattered ningen items he always kept around . . . they were all . . .
. . . . . gone . . . . . . just . . . . GONE . . .
Something clutched at his heart . . .
Where was he?!?!?
Where was Kurama??
Just then the door began to open, and Hiei hid in the only place he could; the ceiling. The woman he recognized as Kurama's 'mother' walked in . . .
"Oh, yes, Shuichi's almost all moved out now." She said cheerfully as she made to pick up one of the boxes. "He only needs to move these last boxes to his new apartment and he'll be all set. What do you say we help him out?" A few more ningen came into the room, picking up the remaining boxes, and Hiei noticed that they were all female. Shiori was laughing at one of the women's comments.
"Yes, I suppose he IS too good a son to ask his mother to help him move . . . but that's why we're doing it without him asking, ne?" The other onna laughed as well, agreeing. Hiei was curious. He followed them out . . . perhaps, stupid as they were, they would lead him to the fox . . .
(::change of something::)
Kurama held a cup of tea in his hand, gazing around the still-new apartment. He sighed, taking another sip. He didn't feel like going to get the rest of his items right now . . . oh, he would eventually, but for now . . . he had hoped Hiei would come today. A part of him nagged that, even if the Jaganshi came back, he wouldn't know where Kurama was. He would go to his mother's house first, looking for him. Sighing, and resigned, Kurama picked up his car keys and had just slipped on his shoes, when there was a knock at the door.
He was surprised, to say the least.
At least four or five middle-aged women stood on his doorstep, the foremost one obviously Shiori. But the most surprising part was that they were all carrying at least one or two boxes . . . boxes that looked like they had come from . . .
"Mother . . ." He sighed, letting them in. After she had set her load down, Shiori turned to her only son.
"You shouldn't have done that, 'kasaan . . . I was heading out to pick them up right now. I didn't want—"She silenced him with a finger on his lips as she smiled up at him.
"I know, Shuichi. But we WANTED to help . . . right girls?" All having set down their baggage, the remaining four women nodded. Kurama sighed again.
"But—"She shook her head.
"Now, we won't be bothering you." Her eyes sparkled. "You want to spend your first night in your new apartment, all moved-in, without your mother, right?" Kurama quickly switched polite modes.
"Oh, no, mother, please don't think—"
"Of course not, Shuichi." She said with a smile. "But the thing is, we have arranged to go out together . . . a girl's night, you know?" He nodded, a relieved smile starting to light his face.
"You wouldn't be imposing, you know, mother—"
"I know. But we had better be going anyway, dear." She motioned, and the mob of women marched out of the apartment. Kurama walked them down to the car, thanking each of them and giving a polite goodbye from the curb as they drove away. As soon as they were out of sight he sighed, letting his hand drop and he glumly walked back up the stairs (deciding not to take the elevator this time) to his new apartment. Now he didn't have an excuse to go back to his mother's home (to check and see if Hiei had returned) . . . Kurama took in the (single) name plate next to the door, smiling slightly. He WAS glad to be out on his own . . . if Hiei dropped by now, he wouldn't have to make up excuses for Shiori anymore . . . he opened the door, realizing after a moment that it meant he hadn't locked it. He shrugged it off, no one had come in, after all . . .
The thought died when he sensed someone inside. He slowly shut the door behind him, keeping his gaze flitting over the darkened hallway, and walked out into the living room, now getting a chill . . . someone was watching him. Raising a hand to his hair, it stopped halfway upon hearing a familiar voice.
"Hn. You didn't tell me you moved, fox." Kurama spun around, spotting Hiei sitting in the corner, hidden mostly by the piles of cardboard boxes, until he stood up and blurred over to stand in front of the kitsune. The youko gazed down at his lover, interest sparking.
"Why? Were you worried, Hiei?" He teased, smiling.
"Hn." Before he knew it, Hiei had put a hand around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Kurama wrapped his arms around the fire youkai, leaning down to make it easier on the shorter demon. The Jaganshi's other hand tangled in the long, red locks. When they broke for air, Kurama placed his forehead, softly leaning, on Hiei's. He chuckled.
"So did you miss me, then?" Unwaveringly, Hiei's eyes took in the amusement, but then shifted to a darker shade of crimson.
"Hn . . . where's the bed?" Surprised at the normally shy demon's incentive, Kurama leaned back, scanning the doors, finally finding the hall it was down and beginning to turn toward it.
"Down this hall . . . it's at the end—"He was suddenly swept up, the room tilted, and then he saw flashes of the hall, before falling softly onto his bed. The door closed, and he had only started to get up when he was pushed down, a small body pressed against his. He opened his eyes, which had snapped shut on instinct, to find an intense red gaze staring straight down at him.
"And what if I did miss you, fox." Hiei stated, his voice and eyes never wavering. A slow, sensual smile curved over Kurama's lips as he caught Hiei in his arms, and he flipped over on the bed, pinning the fire demon below him.
"Then this is what you get." The redhead's last words before taking the half-koorime's mouth with his own . . .
Hiei returned the heated kiss with an equal fervor, and soon they were both proving how much each had missed the other . . .
(::change of something::) (a.n./ muahahaha!! =n.n= PEACE!! lol)
Blocks away, in the same city, a young woman was walking home, alone from work when something shadow-like gripped at her throat, silencing her as she was dragged forcibly into an alley. The demon eyed her young, strong but lithe form and licked his lips before using them to begin to taste her.
He would see exactly HOW powerful his offspring would be, when mixed with such a uniquely demonic human . . .
(::change of something::)
Katra . . . she never knew what hit her. One moment she was walking home, the next a demon was pulling her into an alley, stripping her and violating her in the worst possible way.
Why? She cried silently as he thrust into her without mercy . . .
Her family had kept their demon blood a secret for generations . . .
WHY?
Why had it come back to haunt them now . . . ?
She screamed silently (as the demon had frozen her voice from the beginning) as tears rolled down her cheeks, and she felt life stirring within her . . . life that should not have been.
(::change of something::)
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I updated for this fic!!
Yayness!! (lol)
Hope you like, now I have an actual PLOT to work with, heh n.n;;;;
Hope you guys don't mind the OCs!!
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lol, I'll see ya when I get time to write!
- Kita (PEACE!!) out n.n;;
PS
Btw, I'm going to Oregon for four weeks starting June 21st. So . . . I"ll be gone for a while, heh!
Will TRY to update for all my fics on the account ' jus Kita ' before I leave, to tide you guys over
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Well, hope all you guys are out of school by now, lol!
Our last day is (or was n.n;;; ) June 16.
Sigh u.u;;;;
Well, ja, minna-san!
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OH!!
PPS!!!
This is the first time I've written for this fic that was NOT in the ungodly morning hours!!!
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. . . err . . . yeah . . . ah . . . basically I wrote it in the afternoon (2:00-5:00 PM)
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. . . and I usually write for this fic between midnight and four (or something like that o.o;;; )
odd . . .
lol!
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well, ja everyone!!
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