Hi! It's Nykta again!! Whoever thought that the author would be with the
story?? Hehe, ok I know that some of you wonderful reviewers caught my
errors, and I can't thank you enough!! You've helped me improve my writing
style, and I think that's really cool of you. For the rest of you, well, it
looks like . . . *drum roll* SHOUNEN-AI!!! All of you lovely reviewers gave
me great ideas, and, well, made me really HYPER.
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Hiei, for the first time in years, was sleeping very soundly. However, Kurama was a different story all together.
Kurama paced the floor of his living room nervously, trying to sort out a tangle of emotions and questions in his mind. //So he was raped. And he's held it in for decades! So how did it happen? When? Where are the thieves now? How can I find them? Why do I suddenly want to find them so badly?...// Kurama sat down on the nearby couch and sprawled himself out. He had no idea why he wanted to help so much. Kurama had always been kind and willing to help, but never to the point of wishing to physically torture someone who didn't hurt him directly. But they had hurt him. //Why does this happening to Hiei cause a black hole in my heart? Do I...love Hiei?// Kurama shook his head. Thoughts were invading his mind relentlessly now, thoughts that scared him a little. //That's the last thing Hiei needs right now.// Kurama envisioned the scene in his mind: "Hello Hiei. I know you were raped as a child and all, but I think I love you. So, without further ado, I'm going to go and torture the thieves that raped you. How was your day?" Kurama snickered as he imagined the look on Hiei's face. But, no. It wasn't funny, it couldn't be blown off.
In his long friendship with Hiei, Kurama had never felt such adoration, such care for the little demon. It felt good. It felt awful. Kurama knew that Hiei wanted the thieves dead, but he had a price to pay. Which was unfair. //So, if I love him, and I kill the thieves because of it, will he love me? Does he love me? Even if he does, he's most likely warped permanently from his childhood. And if he doesn't love me and I kill the thieves, it will ruin my life. I will have killed people who didn't bother me. How does that look on the legendary fox bandit? And that's so damn selfish! The price for revenge is his heart, a heart that's already shattered.// Kurama was tired, and his thoughts were becoming mixed up, he couldn't distinguish which he was actually thinking and which he was thinking about thinking. He wasn't making sense. Kurama was exhausted. Physically, mentally, and, most of all, emotionally. Within an hour, he was fast asleep.
Hiei awoke the next morning in a way that was quite unfamiliar to him. Usually, he woke at dawn to the smell of leaves and wet earth. But now, there was a different smell, a warmer aroma. He smelled something sweet. The next odd thing about his surroundings were the sheets that encircled him. They weren't like the rough bark he was used to, but very soft, silky almost. For a split second, Hiei was content. And then the memories of the night before came flooding back to him. Kurama knew about his past, and he was somewhere in the house. Hiei began to roughly plan his morning, seeing as running down the stairs and starting up a normal conversation seemed quite out of the question. So, he walked down the stairs, gingerly, as not to be caught, and followed the smell into the kitchen where some sort of human food was cooking.
Kurama stood beside the oven, mixing something in a pitcher and humming lightly. "Kurama?" Hiei whispered, suddenly very horse. Kurama quit mixing whatever it was that he was stirring and turned to look at Hiei, his eyes very soft. "Good morning, Hiei. Are you hungry?" Hiei nodded. "What's cooking?" He asked slowly. Kurama smiled. "Muffins." Hiei cocked an eyebrow, looking at the oven. "What exactly is a muffin?" He inquired. "It's a little piece of bread mixed with other things, spices and such. Why do you ask?" Kurama was stirring the pitcher's contents again, his back to Hiei. "Your human mother called you that once." Kurama chuckled lightly. "That's just an endearing term that human women use for human children." Hiei understood, but it still seemed odd to him.
//Somehow Kurama seems different...well he knows about the rape now, but he still looks...off...or...// Hiei's brows were furrowed as he played with his fork, lost in deep thought.//He's nice. He's nice to me, anyway. He's pretty.// Hiei was blushing as a result of his own devices now. He looked down at his plate, hiding his face from view. //I did NOT just use 'Kurama' and 'Pretty' in the same sentence, did I? Aw, damn. I did. And I did it again.// Somewhere deep within his heart, Hiei knew that he really felt more for Kurama than he would ever confess. However, he also understood that Kurama was vulnerable in his own strength. Hiei knew that if he was to tell Kurama that he loved him, it would screw things up for Kurama as a result of his huge heart. //Kurama has a big heart. But if he doesn't love me, he'll feel bad about it. I don't want him to hurt just because his heart is too big.//
Kurama poured whatever the orange liquid in the pitcher was into a glass in front of Hiei's plate. "It's orange juice. Drink up, it'll return your energy. You're going to need it." Hiei cocked his head to one side and looked Kurama in the eyes. "Why?" He asked. "Hiei, if you'll let me, I'll help you. Yusuke and Kuwabara are going to be over this evening. I haven't told them why yet, but they know we're going hunting." Kurama sat down at his place across from the smaller demon and drank a little of the orange juice. "What are you hunting?" Hiei asked, interested. "The thieves that raised you." Hiei paled significantly, and his eyes immediately began to water. "They're probably dead, Kurama." Kurama nodded. "I know. And soon, their families will be, too." Hiei was shocked. Kurama was beyond the point of worrying. He loved Hiei, and the thieves and their kin were going to pay for messing with the legendary fox demon.
Hiei, for the first time in years, was sleeping very soundly. However, Kurama was a different story all together.
Kurama paced the floor of his living room nervously, trying to sort out a tangle of emotions and questions in his mind. //So he was raped. And he's held it in for decades! So how did it happen? When? Where are the thieves now? How can I find them? Why do I suddenly want to find them so badly?...// Kurama sat down on the nearby couch and sprawled himself out. He had no idea why he wanted to help so much. Kurama had always been kind and willing to help, but never to the point of wishing to physically torture someone who didn't hurt him directly. But they had hurt him. //Why does this happening to Hiei cause a black hole in my heart? Do I...love Hiei?// Kurama shook his head. Thoughts were invading his mind relentlessly now, thoughts that scared him a little. //That's the last thing Hiei needs right now.// Kurama envisioned the scene in his mind: "Hello Hiei. I know you were raped as a child and all, but I think I love you. So, without further ado, I'm going to go and torture the thieves that raped you. How was your day?" Kurama snickered as he imagined the look on Hiei's face. But, no. It wasn't funny, it couldn't be blown off.
In his long friendship with Hiei, Kurama had never felt such adoration, such care for the little demon. It felt good. It felt awful. Kurama knew that Hiei wanted the thieves dead, but he had a price to pay. Which was unfair. //So, if I love him, and I kill the thieves because of it, will he love me? Does he love me? Even if he does, he's most likely warped permanently from his childhood. And if he doesn't love me and I kill the thieves, it will ruin my life. I will have killed people who didn't bother me. How does that look on the legendary fox bandit? And that's so damn selfish! The price for revenge is his heart, a heart that's already shattered.// Kurama was tired, and his thoughts were becoming mixed up, he couldn't distinguish which he was actually thinking and which he was thinking about thinking. He wasn't making sense. Kurama was exhausted. Physically, mentally, and, most of all, emotionally. Within an hour, he was fast asleep.
Hiei awoke the next morning in a way that was quite unfamiliar to him. Usually, he woke at dawn to the smell of leaves and wet earth. But now, there was a different smell, a warmer aroma. He smelled something sweet. The next odd thing about his surroundings were the sheets that encircled him. They weren't like the rough bark he was used to, but very soft, silky almost. For a split second, Hiei was content. And then the memories of the night before came flooding back to him. Kurama knew about his past, and he was somewhere in the house. Hiei began to roughly plan his morning, seeing as running down the stairs and starting up a normal conversation seemed quite out of the question. So, he walked down the stairs, gingerly, as not to be caught, and followed the smell into the kitchen where some sort of human food was cooking.
Kurama stood beside the oven, mixing something in a pitcher and humming lightly. "Kurama?" Hiei whispered, suddenly very horse. Kurama quit mixing whatever it was that he was stirring and turned to look at Hiei, his eyes very soft. "Good morning, Hiei. Are you hungry?" Hiei nodded. "What's cooking?" He asked slowly. Kurama smiled. "Muffins." Hiei cocked an eyebrow, looking at the oven. "What exactly is a muffin?" He inquired. "It's a little piece of bread mixed with other things, spices and such. Why do you ask?" Kurama was stirring the pitcher's contents again, his back to Hiei. "Your human mother called you that once." Kurama chuckled lightly. "That's just an endearing term that human women use for human children." Hiei understood, but it still seemed odd to him.
//Somehow Kurama seems different...well he knows about the rape now, but he still looks...off...or...// Hiei's brows were furrowed as he played with his fork, lost in deep thought.//He's nice. He's nice to me, anyway. He's pretty.// Hiei was blushing as a result of his own devices now. He looked down at his plate, hiding his face from view. //I did NOT just use 'Kurama' and 'Pretty' in the same sentence, did I? Aw, damn. I did. And I did it again.// Somewhere deep within his heart, Hiei knew that he really felt more for Kurama than he would ever confess. However, he also understood that Kurama was vulnerable in his own strength. Hiei knew that if he was to tell Kurama that he loved him, it would screw things up for Kurama as a result of his huge heart. //Kurama has a big heart. But if he doesn't love me, he'll feel bad about it. I don't want him to hurt just because his heart is too big.//
Kurama poured whatever the orange liquid in the pitcher was into a glass in front of Hiei's plate. "It's orange juice. Drink up, it'll return your energy. You're going to need it." Hiei cocked his head to one side and looked Kurama in the eyes. "Why?" He asked. "Hiei, if you'll let me, I'll help you. Yusuke and Kuwabara are going to be over this evening. I haven't told them why yet, but they know we're going hunting." Kurama sat down at his place across from the smaller demon and drank a little of the orange juice. "What are you hunting?" Hiei asked, interested. "The thieves that raised you." Hiei paled significantly, and his eyes immediately began to water. "They're probably dead, Kurama." Kurama nodded. "I know. And soon, their families will be, too." Hiei was shocked. Kurama was beyond the point of worrying. He loved Hiei, and the thieves and their kin were going to pay for messing with the legendary fox demon.
