::blinks::
whoa ( oo; )
::is awed::
I got nine reviews for chappie number three . . . ::blinks again, completely and utterly awed::
whoa . . .
so, I guess I'll continue . . . for all us hentai out there, ne? n.n;;
Thankies at the end! =n.n=
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Hiei froze.
Kurama was already frozen.
Yusuke was paralyzed with silent laughter.
Kuwabara was choking, pounding his chest in order to restore the action of breathing comfortably.
Yukina, after a moment of complete puzzlement, then hurried to the (baka) tantei's side, attempting to help the carrot-top dislodge whatever it was in his throat.
Keiko blinked, then was the first to break the silence.
". . . a—ano . . . Kurama . . . –kun . . . ?" But by now the redhead had plastered a smile onto his face, as the Natakana girl stood expectantly on the stage, her face flushed with excitement and the 'Teen Queen' crown, oddly enough, matching her skimpy red-with-gold-because-I'm-like-soooo-much-hotter-than-you dress. Getting up from his seat, Kurama continued to smile, if rather forcefully, walking up through the crowd that had parted, making a way to his 'partner' . . .
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And it was NOW that Hiei's mind decided to come back . . .
He emitted a growl, low, deep and possesive, in his throat, and the garnet-colored eyes narrowed dangerously, shifting into a stance at the fleeting notion to jump onto the stage and cut the baka onna ningen's head off . . . slowly, smoke began to filter up from the bandaged right arm that concealed the mark of the Kokuryu-ha.
Yukina blinked, taking in the burning scent, and, glancing over, instantly noticed his change in demeanor, having already helped restore Kuwabara to a more normal breathing pattern, and inquired softly.
"Hiei-san? Are you all right? Your—your arm . . ." Blazing red eyes shot to her, and she recoiled, backing off a bit, innocent eyes wide and frightened at the look. But soon, something close to regret flickered in those violent eyes and he took a barely perceptible breath, straightening and managing, by force of will alone, to unclench his fist so that it hung limply at his side.
"Gomen." he whispered quietly, so only she could hear . . . and then . . .
He was gone.
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Feeling as though his face may have become permanently fixed into the 'sincere smile'; Kurama bid a courteous farewell to the Natakana girl, saying that his kasaan had wanted him home before midnight. He'd been dancing with her for three hours, and it was NEARLY midnight already . . .
Sighing, he walked in the house, taking care to remove his shoes well before stepping into the hall. Wandering into the kitchen, he found Shiori dozing at the table, clad in only her thin sleeping robe, and a nearly-empty glass of coffee sitting at the tabletop next to one of her outstretched arms.
Smiling softly, the redhead quietly walked over, shaking the woman awake with the gentlest of touches. His mother woke slowly, looking up to take in her son, noting the tired look in his normally sparkling emerald eyes and . . . yawned.
"Shu-kun, what took you so long?" she asked sleepily as they trod up the stairs together, all the lights turned out in the bottom floor.
"Oh, kasaan, you know how time flies when you're having fun . . ." he responded easily, cursing himself inwardly for telling such a lie . . .
"That's good . . ." Bidding him good night, Shiori disappeared into her bedroom. Too tired to even take a shower or get undressed, Kurama made his way over to his room, sliding the door open and locking it with the force of habit. Yawning, he managed to climb onto his bed, curling up in the sheets, falling into a dream that seemed, strangely enough, like a very recent memory . . .
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"Hiei, what are you doing here so early?" a surprised redhead asked, upon walking into the school and finding the dark demon resting in a corner.
"Hn." he responded, opening one crimson eye to take in the youko before him. "Nothing else to do." Kurama smiled, plopping down next to his friend in the corner of the empty classroom. Shadows started to lengthen across the floor as the sun began to set . . . but there were still a few hours before the ningen teens would begin to infest this building once again . . .
". . . it's so peaceful, now . . ." Kurama murmured suddenly . . . shifting his gaze to the ceiling. ". . . during the day, these kinds of places are full of students and staff, but now . . . they're all gone." The redheaded fox sighed, bringing his knees up and closing his eyes in complete relaxation. ". . . it's so quiet . . ."
"Ch. It WOULD be quiet, fox, but for the fact that you're talking." This caused the kitsune to chuckle, opening one green eye to glare playfully at the youkai sitting at his side.
"Well, YOU seem to be talking too, Hiei. So I would say that BOTH of us are ruining the silence." Kurama responded smugly, amused with the easy banter with his closest friend.
. . . and now there was silence . . .
Kurama closed his eyes again, drinking in the empty feel of the school, where so many things happened during the day . . .
Baka kitsune. He heard in his mind, and looked to his side again, where the half-koorime hadn't moved an inch.
"That's cheating, Hiei." he scolded gently, getting up and picking a piece of chalk up from the board. With the small skritch-scratch on the tan 'blackboard', he continued to write, stepping aside so his friend could read the words written there.
Of course, we could always write, you know.
Crimson eyes moved up to meet emerald ones and Hiei stood and walked over, taking another piece of chalk from the board and writing a reply. Kurama looked over his head and chuckled when he read it . . .
Stupid fox.
Nudging Hiei playfully, he turned to the board to draw a chibi imitation of the short fire demon, eyes wide and innocent as . . . he devoured a huge bowl of ice cream!
Hiei growled, and Kurama glanced back at him as if to say 'Well? Let's see how YOU'D do, then.' With a 'ch', Hiei carefully drew and, after a few minutes, stepped aside to allow the fox to see . . . himself?
. . . being devoured by a demon-realm plant. ( -.-; )
Feeling like playing the master at manipulation again, Kurama pouted, sticking his lower lip out in an imitation of petulance. Hiei rolled his eyes, looking away from the fox, back to the Jaganshi's 'masterpiece', surveying it critically.
But then, his breath caught, feeling something gentle and warm brush lightly against his face. Turning in surprise, and this shocked both of them, their lips met. The fox's face a light pink color, Kurama hastily pulled away, straightening, the red hue beginning to creep along his cheeks.
"G—gomen, Hiei . . . I—I didn't mean . . . to—" he started to back away, then suddenly turned, running away, out the door and down the dim hallway.
He hates me now . . . he hates me . . . that was so . . . STUPID . . . the redhead thought, his throat choking up . . . finding an open classroom, he hurriedly went inside, retreating to the teacher's desk and curling up underneath the wooden object, hugging his knees and pressing his face into the familiar fabric of his jeans, red hair falling over him like a shroud.
Soft footsteps echoed down the hall and his breath hitched in anticipation . . . a thousand thoughts, dreams and hopes flying through his mind . . . the door opened, and he heard Hiei step closer, until the black boots were clearly visible directly in front of him. The chair was moved, and the black-clad Jaganshi now squatted down, easily balanced on the tips of his feet.
A blank red stare was all he received, so Kurama looked away, unable to take that unfamiliar look in those beautiful eyes . . .
Kitsune . . . he heard, and looked back up, only to find that Hiei was much closer this time . . . a hesitant hand rose to touch his face, and he felt his eyes slip closed as he leaned into the gentle caress . . .
Hiei . . .
Then he was suddenly pushed against the back of the desk, feeling the fire koorime's lips crushed against his own and the fox gasped in surprise, causing an opening to present itself and a warm tongue to slip inside . . . the redhead shivered, his arms wrapping themselves around the Jaganshi, pulling him close, so close that Kurama could feel his hot face burning no more than a few inches from his own . . .
"Hiei . . ." he whispered, for real this time . . .
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ok, thankies to everyone, then I'm off to write the (final?) chapter! =n.n=
Arigato . . .
Volpe Di Spirito
Nite Nite
Katroom
Ryuu Ie Mizishi
Raining Petals
Darkinuyasha
Kitsuine Kurama
Crazy Clown Chick
fox gal
Jeez, we're all hentai, ne?
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well . . . I'm off to finish this fic, unless I post an epilogue or something like that . . . highly unlikely -.-;; . . . ( d'oh! n.n;; )
ano . . .
- Kita-chan peace out =n.n=
PS
short fic, ne? n.n;; lol
PPS
oh, yea!
LEMON WARNING for the last chappie, lol n.n;;
yup, I finally actually wrote one . . .
err . . . is that a good thing or a bad thing Oo;
ah . . .
JA NE!! n.n;;