Charms
tee hee hee. Eiri-san giggles to herself. Hiei just happens to be walking by and notices her. "Hey!" he approches. Erk! Eiri-san hides something behind her back. Yes, Hiei-san? "What are you up to?" He pressures her for information. "I have a feeling you're up to something." his red eyes narrow. Eiri-san begins to sweat. "Whatever mischief you're up to...It better not have to do with Kurama." Eiri-san sweats more when he puts a sword to her throat. Eh-heh.
Chapter 9
"I'm home mother!" Shuichi called but before he got the words out of his mouth he was snatched into her loving arms.
"Welcome home." She let him go before he got embarrassed. "I got worried when the sun went down." she squeezed his hands in hers. "You didn't tell me you'd be out all day."
"I'm sorry." Kurama never meant to worry his mother.
"Huh?" She noticed the slightly taller boy behind her son. "Oh my a guest."
"Yes." Shuichi introduced. "This is Daiki Hazama. He's the new student I met with today."
"Welcome." she bowed.
"Hazama-san, this is my mother." Kurama said with pride. Hazama looked a tiny bit embarrassed but pleased to meet her.
Dinner was excellent as usual. Daiki had a wonderful conversationalist hiding under that bashful teenager. Kurama's mother seemed to like having someone new to talk to. It wasn't too often that she would meet a friend of Shuichi's. Maybe that was because he didn't have many human friends.
There was something different about Daiki that he couldn't really explain. He was honest but mysterious at the same time. He was sociable but shy and independent but probably more at ease when he's with others. For whatever reason he found himself liking this guy. Kurama himself couldn't explain the sudden closeness he allowed himself to feel with this young man. The red head hadn't smiled this much since...
"I'll get us some more tea." Kurama volunteered.
"Let me do that." His mother insisted.
"I'm having a lot of fun." Daiki told the red head when while his mom was buisying herself in the kitchen.
"I'm glad." Kurama felt warm in this atmosphere. Seeing Daiki's joy helped him to forget things.
The hours rolled by and soon became so late that Daiki dozed off. Kurama and his mother smiled at each other and decided it was time for bed. The red head cleared the table from the tatami mats and laid out two beds. One for Kurama and the other for Daiki, just in case he woke and decided to lay down in a more comfortable position. Shuichi's mother put a blanket over Daiki so he wouldn't get cold.
"Please come wake me if you need anything." his mother tucked him in.
"I know mother." he assured her. "But I'm not a child anymore, we should be fine. Beside's your sleeping pills would make you sleep through a train reck."
"Don't say it like that." she insisted. "I hate those things."
"But the doctors proscribed them so you can rest." He told her, conserned that she might want to dissobey doctors orders.
"I'm fine." she sighed "But I'll do what they ask. I know my doctors want the best for me. Just like I want the best for you."
"I know." green eyes told her.
"He's a good boy, I'm glad you brough such a nice guest for me to meet today." she touched her son's hair, smiling. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, mother." Kurama rolled onto his stomach when his mother turned the lights off.
"It's dark." a voice whispered softly, the hum tickled Shuichi's ear. The red head felt strong arms around him already. He greedily pulled the warmth closer to him.
"I missed you." the red head breathed gently rubbing his cheek against the other's.
"I'm here now." lips touched Kurama's neck here then there. He could feel his heart beating faster. Kurama's hands pulled on the other's clothes hungrily, wanting to feel his skin. The other pulled back, blood red eyes looked at Kurama with admiration.
Kurama's eyes closed when Hiei's face drew nearer. He could feel the other's proximity, hovering just over his mouth. Kurama tasted his sweet breath. His face felt hot when those soft lips brushed against his, teasing his tongue. Hiei's hands reached under Kurama's clothes caressing the warmth he found there.
Kurama's cry of pleasure was muffled by Hiei's passionate kiss. The red head gipped the fire demon's arms bracing himself from the familiar ache. He eagerly awaited the next sensation. Suddenly he felt an arm push him away!
"Huh?" Kurama awoke. It was still dark, probably early morning. //A dream?// He put a hand over his heart, it hurt. His eyes started to burn and he felt his lip tremble uncontrolably. He closed his green eyes, covered his face and let the tears come. Kurama stifled the stuttered and choked breaths that came as a result of the tightness in his chest.
"Shuichi?" Daiki whispered with concern in his voice. He was in the bed beside the fox demon, the red head didn't realize he was awake. "Are you alright?" the boy asked putting a hand on his shoulder. Kurama felt embarrassed and frustrated. No matter how hard he fought to push these feelings away, something like this would happen. //so stupid// He tried to dry his tears and sound as normal as possible.
"I..." He felt his voice crack. He stopped to breathe and calm himself.
//think of something to tell him, anything// he coached himself.
"Shuichi." Daiki put an arm around him and pulled the red head to his chest. Kurama was surprised to say the least. But perhaps, he was more surprised by the level of compassion he heard in the other's voice and the gentleness of this embrace. "It's okay." the strawberry blond told him, reasuring.
Kurama melted into him, burying his face in Daiki's shirt. He appreciated the other's concern and even if the blond didn't understand why the red head was suffering, the boy seemed willing to try. Kurama took fist fulls of Daiki's shirt and allowed himself, perhaps for the first time, to just cry.
The sun was coming up when his tears were finally spent, but Daiki didn't just let him go. Those stormy blue eyes looked at Kurama, telling him not to be ashamed. "Understanding your feelings will give you strenghth. Expressing yourself is a part of that." Daiki brushed a tear away from the red head's cheek.
"Thank you." Kurama said gratefully. He looked down, a still a little embarrassed. Some buttons had come undone on Daiki's shirt, exposing the his chest. His skin was smooth except for the strange scar on his the right just below the collar bone. It was shaped like a cresent moon with a slash through it. "Where did you get this?" Kurama suddenly asked, pulling the shirt away for closer inspection.
"What this?" he touched it. "I was born with it, kind of like a birth mark I guess." He smiled.
"You've got to be kidding." Kurama said solmnly, under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Hazama-san." Kurama sat up. "Please stay here with us."
"What?" the other darted up. "But I already impossed too much and..."
"You're not living at the main house anyway right? Why not live here till you settle whatever conflicts you have."
"What's this all of a sudden?" he ran a hand through his hair. He did that when he was nervous, Kurama noticed. "Besides what if they don't get settled. Then what?"
"Please." the red head took Daiki's hands in his. Blue eyes blinked and his face looked a little more red than a moment ago.
"But what if your mom..."
"She loves you, trust me. What do you say?"
"Well..." he pulled his hands away and looked at his feet, he looked sad. "Listen, before I say yes or no, okay?" Kurama nodded.
"I don't know how much you know but I'll tell you what you need to know." he took a breath. "I'm the son and heir of the wealth of the Hazama family. My father Hajime Hazama died a month ago." he explained.
//A month ago. That's when...// Kurama felt that pang in his chest.
"I still don't know the cause. Our traditions don't allow an autopsy so the cause of death is still a mystery. Two weeks ago my cousin Kaede was appointed the master of the house because I refused to accept the position. You see, in my father's last will and testiment he has a task for me to perform. But I can't do it." he shook his head. "I can't move on without knowing what happened to my father." Daiki's hands balled into fists and his shoulders began to shake. "There's no reason." he almost spat. "He was thrity eight and healthy. I saw him just the day before..." Kurama touched his back, stroking reassurance.
"Please try to continue." Kurama asked him. He seemed to calm himself.
"I want to know what happened to my dad before I focus on anything else." he explained, "My grandfather gave me just one month to fulfill my duty written in my father's will or Kaede will retain his position as the head of the household." Daiki seemed to look angry. "I don't trust that man. That's why I took everything I own in that back pack and I've been living off my relatives, tending their yards and gardens. I like to do it and it's a way of paying for my room and board. So..." he turned to Kurama finally. "That's my story. I understand if you want to take back your invitation."
"No." Kurama wanted even more for him to stay. "Please stay with us."
"But why?" Daiki asked.
"Because, I want to protect you." green eyes told him.
"You're weird." the strawberry blond ran a hand through his hair.
tee hee hee. Eiri-san giggles to herself. Hiei just happens to be walking by and notices her. "Hey!" he approches. Erk! Eiri-san hides something behind her back. Yes, Hiei-san? "What are you up to?" He pressures her for information. "I have a feeling you're up to something." his red eyes narrow. Eiri-san begins to sweat. "Whatever mischief you're up to...It better not have to do with Kurama." Eiri-san sweats more when he puts a sword to her throat. Eh-heh.
Chapter 9
"I'm home mother!" Shuichi called but before he got the words out of his mouth he was snatched into her loving arms.
"Welcome home." She let him go before he got embarrassed. "I got worried when the sun went down." she squeezed his hands in hers. "You didn't tell me you'd be out all day."
"I'm sorry." Kurama never meant to worry his mother.
"Huh?" She noticed the slightly taller boy behind her son. "Oh my a guest."
"Yes." Shuichi introduced. "This is Daiki Hazama. He's the new student I met with today."
"Welcome." she bowed.
"Hazama-san, this is my mother." Kurama said with pride. Hazama looked a tiny bit embarrassed but pleased to meet her.
Dinner was excellent as usual. Daiki had a wonderful conversationalist hiding under that bashful teenager. Kurama's mother seemed to like having someone new to talk to. It wasn't too often that she would meet a friend of Shuichi's. Maybe that was because he didn't have many human friends.
There was something different about Daiki that he couldn't really explain. He was honest but mysterious at the same time. He was sociable but shy and independent but probably more at ease when he's with others. For whatever reason he found himself liking this guy. Kurama himself couldn't explain the sudden closeness he allowed himself to feel with this young man. The red head hadn't smiled this much since...
"I'll get us some more tea." Kurama volunteered.
"Let me do that." His mother insisted.
"I'm having a lot of fun." Daiki told the red head when while his mom was buisying herself in the kitchen.
"I'm glad." Kurama felt warm in this atmosphere. Seeing Daiki's joy helped him to forget things.
The hours rolled by and soon became so late that Daiki dozed off. Kurama and his mother smiled at each other and decided it was time for bed. The red head cleared the table from the tatami mats and laid out two beds. One for Kurama and the other for Daiki, just in case he woke and decided to lay down in a more comfortable position. Shuichi's mother put a blanket over Daiki so he wouldn't get cold.
"Please come wake me if you need anything." his mother tucked him in.
"I know mother." he assured her. "But I'm not a child anymore, we should be fine. Beside's your sleeping pills would make you sleep through a train reck."
"Don't say it like that." she insisted. "I hate those things."
"But the doctors proscribed them so you can rest." He told her, conserned that she might want to dissobey doctors orders.
"I'm fine." she sighed "But I'll do what they ask. I know my doctors want the best for me. Just like I want the best for you."
"I know." green eyes told her.
"He's a good boy, I'm glad you brough such a nice guest for me to meet today." she touched her son's hair, smiling. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, mother." Kurama rolled onto his stomach when his mother turned the lights off.
"It's dark." a voice whispered softly, the hum tickled Shuichi's ear. The red head felt strong arms around him already. He greedily pulled the warmth closer to him.
"I missed you." the red head breathed gently rubbing his cheek against the other's.
"I'm here now." lips touched Kurama's neck here then there. He could feel his heart beating faster. Kurama's hands pulled on the other's clothes hungrily, wanting to feel his skin. The other pulled back, blood red eyes looked at Kurama with admiration.
Kurama's eyes closed when Hiei's face drew nearer. He could feel the other's proximity, hovering just over his mouth. Kurama tasted his sweet breath. His face felt hot when those soft lips brushed against his, teasing his tongue. Hiei's hands reached under Kurama's clothes caressing the warmth he found there.
Kurama's cry of pleasure was muffled by Hiei's passionate kiss. The red head gipped the fire demon's arms bracing himself from the familiar ache. He eagerly awaited the next sensation. Suddenly he felt an arm push him away!
"Huh?" Kurama awoke. It was still dark, probably early morning. //A dream?// He put a hand over his heart, it hurt. His eyes started to burn and he felt his lip tremble uncontrolably. He closed his green eyes, covered his face and let the tears come. Kurama stifled the stuttered and choked breaths that came as a result of the tightness in his chest.
"Shuichi?" Daiki whispered with concern in his voice. He was in the bed beside the fox demon, the red head didn't realize he was awake. "Are you alright?" the boy asked putting a hand on his shoulder. Kurama felt embarrassed and frustrated. No matter how hard he fought to push these feelings away, something like this would happen. //so stupid// He tried to dry his tears and sound as normal as possible.
"I..." He felt his voice crack. He stopped to breathe and calm himself.
//think of something to tell him, anything// he coached himself.
"Shuichi." Daiki put an arm around him and pulled the red head to his chest. Kurama was surprised to say the least. But perhaps, he was more surprised by the level of compassion he heard in the other's voice and the gentleness of this embrace. "It's okay." the strawberry blond told him, reasuring.
Kurama melted into him, burying his face in Daiki's shirt. He appreciated the other's concern and even if the blond didn't understand why the red head was suffering, the boy seemed willing to try. Kurama took fist fulls of Daiki's shirt and allowed himself, perhaps for the first time, to just cry.
The sun was coming up when his tears were finally spent, but Daiki didn't just let him go. Those stormy blue eyes looked at Kurama, telling him not to be ashamed. "Understanding your feelings will give you strenghth. Expressing yourself is a part of that." Daiki brushed a tear away from the red head's cheek.
"Thank you." Kurama said gratefully. He looked down, a still a little embarrassed. Some buttons had come undone on Daiki's shirt, exposing the his chest. His skin was smooth except for the strange scar on his the right just below the collar bone. It was shaped like a cresent moon with a slash through it. "Where did you get this?" Kurama suddenly asked, pulling the shirt away for closer inspection.
"What this?" he touched it. "I was born with it, kind of like a birth mark I guess." He smiled.
"You've got to be kidding." Kurama said solmnly, under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Hazama-san." Kurama sat up. "Please stay here with us."
"What?" the other darted up. "But I already impossed too much and..."
"You're not living at the main house anyway right? Why not live here till you settle whatever conflicts you have."
"What's this all of a sudden?" he ran a hand through his hair. He did that when he was nervous, Kurama noticed. "Besides what if they don't get settled. Then what?"
"Please." the red head took Daiki's hands in his. Blue eyes blinked and his face looked a little more red than a moment ago.
"But what if your mom..."
"She loves you, trust me. What do you say?"
"Well..." he pulled his hands away and looked at his feet, he looked sad. "Listen, before I say yes or no, okay?" Kurama nodded.
"I don't know how much you know but I'll tell you what you need to know." he took a breath. "I'm the son and heir of the wealth of the Hazama family. My father Hajime Hazama died a month ago." he explained.
//A month ago. That's when...// Kurama felt that pang in his chest.
"I still don't know the cause. Our traditions don't allow an autopsy so the cause of death is still a mystery. Two weeks ago my cousin Kaede was appointed the master of the house because I refused to accept the position. You see, in my father's last will and testiment he has a task for me to perform. But I can't do it." he shook his head. "I can't move on without knowing what happened to my father." Daiki's hands balled into fists and his shoulders began to shake. "There's no reason." he almost spat. "He was thrity eight and healthy. I saw him just the day before..." Kurama touched his back, stroking reassurance.
"Please try to continue." Kurama asked him. He seemed to calm himself.
"I want to know what happened to my dad before I focus on anything else." he explained, "My grandfather gave me just one month to fulfill my duty written in my father's will or Kaede will retain his position as the head of the household." Daiki seemed to look angry. "I don't trust that man. That's why I took everything I own in that back pack and I've been living off my relatives, tending their yards and gardens. I like to do it and it's a way of paying for my room and board. So..." he turned to Kurama finally. "That's my story. I understand if you want to take back your invitation."
"No." Kurama wanted even more for him to stay. "Please stay with us."
"But why?" Daiki asked.
"Because, I want to protect you." green eyes told him.
"You're weird." the strawberry blond ran a hand through his hair.