Hiei sat up.
A bolt of pain flashed from the tips of his fingers to the center of his chest and he doubled over, breathing hard on Yusuke's bed.
"Damn it." he said.
His jagan was open even before he removed the ward.
He was alone.
It hadn't been that long since he had woken. He stared up at the roof of the Spirit Detective's apartment and scowled at it. It didn't take any offense.
Hiei didn't want to be there anymore.
He wanted to be moving through the city.
He wanted....
He wanted to see the damned fox.
He paused. "Kurama..." he said without meaning to. What had happened to him? The fox looked...well...like a fox, but his eyes...those were all demon.
What had happened?
Slowly, as Hiei resolutely continued to try to stand, he realized what it was, was it must have been that could have such an effect..."The spell..." he whispered.
He remembered it.
He had summoned it. It swirled in the air above his head and just before everything went to hell, he had looked at it for no more than a second and seen a shape.
A dragon. A black dragon.
Then all had gone dark.
He couldn't say if it had healed his jagan. Not for certain, although the eye seemed active enough on his forehead as it surveyed the apartment.
Hiei stood.
He gasped and sat down again.
And then the fox had kissed him...
Kurama had kissed him.
"Damn fox..." Hiei whispered, but there was no venom in the words.
That's not how he meant to say it.
Hiei paused.
What was wrong with him?
Thinking about last night, Kurama licking his wounds, Kurama on top of him, the feel of that body so near his own, that should not make him feel as he felt...
It was a strange emotion. One Hiei couldn't remember having felt before...
Homesick.
That's as close as he could describe that feeling...
He hated that feeling.
His eyes rounded wide. He was remembering Kurama kissing him when suddenly the image of Kurama standing over the human in the hospital came into his mind. "Hn." he snarled at his thoughts and stood. It hurt. A lot. However, even so, Hiei forced himself to remain upright, then dragged himself to the window in the room and opened it.
He didn't close it behind him.
He had other matters on his mind.
Things like foxes.
Behind him, the blinds made soft sounds, moving in the wind.
...to be continued...