Charms
That last chapter was not planned but it was nice. Eiri-san smiles cheerfully, holding back Hiei's nose bleed with a tissue.
Chapter 14
Laying with him like this was so comfortable. The brunet breathed steady and deep. His heart beat fluttered against the other's skin. Not many knew this, Hiei's heart beat faster than a human's and faster than many other demons. Hiei never slept long and the red head presumed that to be a contributing reason.
Kurama had been dosing for a few minutes when Hiei opened his red eyes. The fox demon gazed back with appreciation and tenderness. To his surprise, his senses were clear. The fog that plagued his heart and mind seemed to be gone.
"Kurama." Hiei sat up with a jerk. "I didn't. I mean I wouldn't..." He seemed hurried to explain something, and he kept averting his eyes.
"Hiei? What's wro...?" Kurama tried to sit up but the sudden movement tickled something in his lungs, he coughed uncontrollably. Hiei reached out to give him support. He caught his breath quickly. "You saved me Hiei." Kurama said weakly.
"Kurama." Those red eyes looked at him for a moment before he snatched his hands away. //What's wrong with him?// Hiei kept glancing at the fox demon's chest. He looked down to see what he was looking at.
"You..." he figured out the misunderstanding that might be assumed under different circumstances, "You ripped my clothes." He told him.
"..." the fire demon frowned.
"It had buttons, you know." Kurama mentioned holding up the shreds.
"I'm not going to explain myself." he defended. "I did what I thought was necessary and I'd do it again too." the brunet declared.
"I really liked this shirt." the red head slipped off the rest.
"Hey," Hiei turned around, "I'm still here."
"Well excuse me if I happen to be very uncomfortable in sweaty, torn clothes." Kurama stood picking at his rumpled pants. He didn't feel embarrassed or bashful around him at all. Could his dream have given him as strength to feel this way?
"Uh," the fire demon seemed overly embarrassed as he mumbled something else under his breath.
"I had the strangest dream." the fox demon told him casually, speaking so freely with him was fun. "Oh, could you hand me some pants, their in the top..."
"No, you can get them yourself," Hiei snapped, "and if you don't want to get hurt I suggest you stay away from your new playmate."
"You don't have to be so angry." Kurama put his hands on his hips. "And by playmate are you talking about Hazama-san?" It's been a long time since he felt he could be this open with his demon companion.
"I told you to stay away from them and you have one move in with you." the fire demon shot a glare over his shoulder. The red head frowned.
"You said stay away from the house and I've done that." Kurama defended walking around him to get some pants. "Hazama-san doesn't have anything to...Wait, how do know so much about this family?" Hiei ignored him.
"I guess your human ears don't hear very well." His red eyes drilled into the other. That comment made something small in Kurama weaken. "See if you can get this straight. Stay away from them!" he opened the window. "All of them!" he ordered before he disappeared. The curtain flapped in the cool morning breeze, batting at the suns rays.
"Human." Shuichi looked at the pants he had fished from the small chest of drawers. Why was that becoming such a bitter word? Kurama vaguely recognized the click snap of the key opening the front door. He quickly dressed himself and met Daiki in the hall. "Good morning."
"Oh," strawberry blond yawned, "You're up early."
"Well since mother went to meet my grandfather at the hot springs in Osaka, I'm the one who will be cooking for us." Kurama announced.
"Oh, I could do that." he yawned again. "I made you worry last night, it's the least I could do." he rubbed his blue eyes
"Don't concern yourself with that, but maybe we'll take turns." the red head considered. "There's still a few hours before school so why don't you take a short rest and I'll make lunches and our breakfast."
"Well," *yawn* He was so adorible, his bag drooping off one shoulder and his hair all disshevled.
"Go on." Kurama pushed him. //I will protect you Daiki. I made that promise. I will.//
Daiki didn't sleep for long but he seemed to have gotten some rest. the fox demon had to restrain himself, he wanted to ask so many questions. He wanted to share his own expieriances about caring for a sick loved one. But until Daiki was ready to talk, he must try to be a stablizing force. To make things as normal as possible, chores needed to be done.
It was garbage day and Kurama asked Daiki to please collect what he could and if at all possible seperate burnables and non. The blue eyed boy ran back and forth and sorted this and that into seperate bags. He seemed eager to help. Of course, he always had been.
"Hazama-san, Breakfast." Kurama called, sitting at the table. The lunches were set out to cool and breakfast was laid before him. He smiled to himself, sure his mother would be proud. This was, this was good. //Healthy distractions.// The fox demon thought holding back a twinge of sadness.
"Shuichi-kun?" Daiki stood at the kitchen doorway. It was uncomfortable, the uneasiness that radiated from the strawberry blond.
"Yes?" the red head was worried about his friend and would gladly help him if he asked for it. Was he trying to ask now?
"Did anything...happen...yesterday, while I was gone?" he asked, a little embarassed perhaps. This was unexpected.
"Mother left of course, I looked over your homework, um..." he tried to think of anything else that could sound normal.
"Nothing else?" he seemed to be shrinking, as if trying to avoid confrontation but he was also determined.
What was he looking for? Could he know some how that the ice demon was here last night? Was it possible Daiki knew something about his attack? If so, was he some how involved? Green eyes blinked, jumping to conclusions wasn't going to help anything.
"No." Kurama told him, perhaps a bit frustrated. When it came down to it, he really didn't know anything about Daiki except that...
Daiki shrank a little more before he pulled out from behind him the ripped shirt. There was a small waste paper basket in Kurma's room, he must have found it while taking out the garbage. //Stupid!// the fox demon cursed himself. How could he have over looked something so obvious?
"I found this in your room." blue eyes confronted.
"That...well, you see..." Kurama was trying to think frantically of an excuse, any excuse. "I was thinking of making something with that old shirt and I got a little excited with the scissors..." If that wasn't the most lame excuse he had mustered...
"Did you cut yourself too?" Daiki showed him four stains of blood in a claw pattern across the lower shoulder of the shirt. Kurama's mouth opened and he dropped his chopsticks.
"It can't be." he whispered to himself. "That was a dream." Daiki sucked up his courage and grabbed Kurama's hands and looked them over. The sudden touch made Kurama blush especially remembering the supposed dream that couldn't have been a dream.
"I though so." blue eyes looked at him sternly. "You were attacked last night weren't you?"
"I..." The red head was still trying to recover from the warm hands holding his, tightly.
"It was those punks we ran into on the way home wasn't it." Daiki drew the wrong conclusion. The fox demon almost fell out of his chair. "That's it, your not walking home alone again."
"Huh? But..." Kurama tried to protest but Daiki was dragging him some where.
"Let me take a look at those scratches." He sat him in the front room while he got the medical kit. "Take off your shirt." The young man insisted.
"Y, yes." the fox demon obeyed, peeling the shirt away from his shoulder. The open air stung as the throbing wounds across his shoulder blade. Why didn't he notice before? He drew a sharp breath through his teeth when the alcohol swab touched his tender flesh.
"I'm sorry." Daiki told him but Kurama shook his head.
//I'm used to pain by now.// The strawberry blond blew lightly on the scratches to help the alcohol evaporate faster. His breath sent tingles up and down Shuichi's body. //Don't do that.// He wanted to say when he felt his face getting hot. The young man put bandaids on as much of the scratches as he could. His fingers lightly stroking the strips to secure them.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Daiki asked with a compassion that was so...frustrating. He ran a hand over the fox demon's shoulder and down his back, looking for more scatches or bruises perhaps. Kurama moved away pulling the shirt back over his shoulders.
"No." he told him simply, physically this was true.
"Right." the strawberry blond replied. As he reassembled the medical kit, it seemed horribly quiet.
//You aren't going to ask me anything? You aren't goingt to tell me how stupid it was to walk home alone? Even if you were mistaken. You aren't going to say something?// Kurama bit his lip. //Say something!//
"Oh gez!" the blue eyed boy exclaimed. Kurama blinked. "We're gonna be late for school!"
That last chapter was not planned but it was nice. Eiri-san smiles cheerfully, holding back Hiei's nose bleed with a tissue.
Chapter 14
Laying with him like this was so comfortable. The brunet breathed steady and deep. His heart beat fluttered against the other's skin. Not many knew this, Hiei's heart beat faster than a human's and faster than many other demons. Hiei never slept long and the red head presumed that to be a contributing reason.
Kurama had been dosing for a few minutes when Hiei opened his red eyes. The fox demon gazed back with appreciation and tenderness. To his surprise, his senses were clear. The fog that plagued his heart and mind seemed to be gone.
"Kurama." Hiei sat up with a jerk. "I didn't. I mean I wouldn't..." He seemed hurried to explain something, and he kept averting his eyes.
"Hiei? What's wro...?" Kurama tried to sit up but the sudden movement tickled something in his lungs, he coughed uncontrollably. Hiei reached out to give him support. He caught his breath quickly. "You saved me Hiei." Kurama said weakly.
"Kurama." Those red eyes looked at him for a moment before he snatched his hands away. //What's wrong with him?// Hiei kept glancing at the fox demon's chest. He looked down to see what he was looking at.
"You..." he figured out the misunderstanding that might be assumed under different circumstances, "You ripped my clothes." He told him.
"..." the fire demon frowned.
"It had buttons, you know." Kurama mentioned holding up the shreds.
"I'm not going to explain myself." he defended. "I did what I thought was necessary and I'd do it again too." the brunet declared.
"I really liked this shirt." the red head slipped off the rest.
"Hey," Hiei turned around, "I'm still here."
"Well excuse me if I happen to be very uncomfortable in sweaty, torn clothes." Kurama stood picking at his rumpled pants. He didn't feel embarrassed or bashful around him at all. Could his dream have given him as strength to feel this way?
"Uh," the fire demon seemed overly embarrassed as he mumbled something else under his breath.
"I had the strangest dream." the fox demon told him casually, speaking so freely with him was fun. "Oh, could you hand me some pants, their in the top..."
"No, you can get them yourself," Hiei snapped, "and if you don't want to get hurt I suggest you stay away from your new playmate."
"You don't have to be so angry." Kurama put his hands on his hips. "And by playmate are you talking about Hazama-san?" It's been a long time since he felt he could be this open with his demon companion.
"I told you to stay away from them and you have one move in with you." the fire demon shot a glare over his shoulder. The red head frowned.
"You said stay away from the house and I've done that." Kurama defended walking around him to get some pants. "Hazama-san doesn't have anything to...Wait, how do know so much about this family?" Hiei ignored him.
"I guess your human ears don't hear very well." His red eyes drilled into the other. That comment made something small in Kurama weaken. "See if you can get this straight. Stay away from them!" he opened the window. "All of them!" he ordered before he disappeared. The curtain flapped in the cool morning breeze, batting at the suns rays.
"Human." Shuichi looked at the pants he had fished from the small chest of drawers. Why was that becoming such a bitter word? Kurama vaguely recognized the click snap of the key opening the front door. He quickly dressed himself and met Daiki in the hall. "Good morning."
"Oh," strawberry blond yawned, "You're up early."
"Well since mother went to meet my grandfather at the hot springs in Osaka, I'm the one who will be cooking for us." Kurama announced.
"Oh, I could do that." he yawned again. "I made you worry last night, it's the least I could do." he rubbed his blue eyes
"Don't concern yourself with that, but maybe we'll take turns." the red head considered. "There's still a few hours before school so why don't you take a short rest and I'll make lunches and our breakfast."
"Well," *yawn* He was so adorible, his bag drooping off one shoulder and his hair all disshevled.
"Go on." Kurama pushed him. //I will protect you Daiki. I made that promise. I will.//
Daiki didn't sleep for long but he seemed to have gotten some rest. the fox demon had to restrain himself, he wanted to ask so many questions. He wanted to share his own expieriances about caring for a sick loved one. But until Daiki was ready to talk, he must try to be a stablizing force. To make things as normal as possible, chores needed to be done.
It was garbage day and Kurama asked Daiki to please collect what he could and if at all possible seperate burnables and non. The blue eyed boy ran back and forth and sorted this and that into seperate bags. He seemed eager to help. Of course, he always had been.
"Hazama-san, Breakfast." Kurama called, sitting at the table. The lunches were set out to cool and breakfast was laid before him. He smiled to himself, sure his mother would be proud. This was, this was good. //Healthy distractions.// The fox demon thought holding back a twinge of sadness.
"Shuichi-kun?" Daiki stood at the kitchen doorway. It was uncomfortable, the uneasiness that radiated from the strawberry blond.
"Yes?" the red head was worried about his friend and would gladly help him if he asked for it. Was he trying to ask now?
"Did anything...happen...yesterday, while I was gone?" he asked, a little embarassed perhaps. This was unexpected.
"Mother left of course, I looked over your homework, um..." he tried to think of anything else that could sound normal.
"Nothing else?" he seemed to be shrinking, as if trying to avoid confrontation but he was also determined.
What was he looking for? Could he know some how that the ice demon was here last night? Was it possible Daiki knew something about his attack? If so, was he some how involved? Green eyes blinked, jumping to conclusions wasn't going to help anything.
"No." Kurama told him, perhaps a bit frustrated. When it came down to it, he really didn't know anything about Daiki except that...
Daiki shrank a little more before he pulled out from behind him the ripped shirt. There was a small waste paper basket in Kurma's room, he must have found it while taking out the garbage. //Stupid!// the fox demon cursed himself. How could he have over looked something so obvious?
"I found this in your room." blue eyes confronted.
"That...well, you see..." Kurama was trying to think frantically of an excuse, any excuse. "I was thinking of making something with that old shirt and I got a little excited with the scissors..." If that wasn't the most lame excuse he had mustered...
"Did you cut yourself too?" Daiki showed him four stains of blood in a claw pattern across the lower shoulder of the shirt. Kurama's mouth opened and he dropped his chopsticks.
"It can't be." he whispered to himself. "That was a dream." Daiki sucked up his courage and grabbed Kurama's hands and looked them over. The sudden touch made Kurama blush especially remembering the supposed dream that couldn't have been a dream.
"I though so." blue eyes looked at him sternly. "You were attacked last night weren't you?"
"I..." The red head was still trying to recover from the warm hands holding his, tightly.
"It was those punks we ran into on the way home wasn't it." Daiki drew the wrong conclusion. The fox demon almost fell out of his chair. "That's it, your not walking home alone again."
"Huh? But..." Kurama tried to protest but Daiki was dragging him some where.
"Let me take a look at those scratches." He sat him in the front room while he got the medical kit. "Take off your shirt." The young man insisted.
"Y, yes." the fox demon obeyed, peeling the shirt away from his shoulder. The open air stung as the throbing wounds across his shoulder blade. Why didn't he notice before? He drew a sharp breath through his teeth when the alcohol swab touched his tender flesh.
"I'm sorry." Daiki told him but Kurama shook his head.
//I'm used to pain by now.// The strawberry blond blew lightly on the scratches to help the alcohol evaporate faster. His breath sent tingles up and down Shuichi's body. //Don't do that.// He wanted to say when he felt his face getting hot. The young man put bandaids on as much of the scratches as he could. His fingers lightly stroking the strips to secure them.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Daiki asked with a compassion that was so...frustrating. He ran a hand over the fox demon's shoulder and down his back, looking for more scatches or bruises perhaps. Kurama moved away pulling the shirt back over his shoulders.
"No." he told him simply, physically this was true.
"Right." the strawberry blond replied. As he reassembled the medical kit, it seemed horribly quiet.
//You aren't going to ask me anything? You aren't goingt to tell me how stupid it was to walk home alone? Even if you were mistaken. You aren't going to say something?// Kurama bit his lip. //Say something!//
"Oh gez!" the blue eyed boy exclaimed. Kurama blinked. "We're gonna be late for school!"