Okay, that... interesting "Kuwabara" thing has been fixed (see, this is what happens when I don't sleep and decide to write fanfics instead... X.x before long, if this keeps up, I'll be writing Kuwabara/Hiei and I won't even know it...) Bear with me, my friends... bear with me.
And let me just state for the record that Hiei and Mukuro are no more a couple than Kurama and Hiei are, Maya was not actually Kurama's girlfriend (as he had no feelings for her), and Togashi-sama said the Kurama/Hiei relationship was left up to the fans. And I thank you for not flaming. As I've said before, I only laugh at flames and poke at them with sticks (is a pyromaniac). But I respect a "non-flame", so yay!
IN ADDITION... I think it's going to rain. Hmm... --
Chapter Two: To be Protected.
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Stop shouting...! Stop shouting...! Stop shouting!!
"STOP!" Hiei yelled out, aiming a glare at a flock of birds harmlessly perched atop a tree.
Needless to say, Hiei wasn't in the best moods. He had been wandering around for hours—forty-five minutes—and he still hadn't found a suitable place for Kurama and himself to rest. And he knew that that the longer he searched, the longer it took, and the longer it took, the further away he and Kurama became, and further away Kurama was, the less likely it was for Hiei to hear him scream.
The thought was a little unnerving, even for Hiei. He simply could not understand how he could just stand and watch as Kurama was torn apart, almost literally. He always looked after Kurama, whether the fox knew it or not.
He looked after Kurama, just as he did his sister; because he for one reason or another cared about their safety. They would never walk alone at night, never would a morning pass when someone was watching to make sure they had slept well, and Hiei wouldn't allow any preventable harm to befall them.
At that moment only fond memories filled his head, and a soft expression came over his face, but he didn't feel happy at all. Happy memories were just... memories. They were gone, and they could never return. Those fond moments he was sure now only existed within his own mind; with his death, died off those moments. And no one would ever know that then, he really was happy.
But at least there still were dreams. And although the past could not return, there was always a chance a dream could be realized.
Hiei looked up from the ground and from his thoughts to see before him a nearly perfect place for them to rest; it was well-hidden, grassy, shady, and there was a small stream nearby. He had wandered so much, and now that he looked around, he wasn't too far away from where he had started. So he quickly cleared away some unnecessary twigs and rocks, and started back to get Kurama.
Kurama had been sitting alone now for hours—forty-five minutes—and was starting to become a little impatient about getting to a different place. Where he was now was out in the open, and he had seen countless low-class demons pass by to stare at him strangely. What happened when they stopped staring and decided to kill him? He did look human after all! What if he was kidnapped? In his current condition he wouldn't be able to put up any fight at all! They could eat him, torture him, rape him, and what could he do!? Kurama was becoming a bit paranoid as well....
Kurama looked around curiously at the sound of footsteps behind him. He felt oddly frightened by it. He remained calm, of course, but damn it, HE WASN'T READY TO DIE!
"Hiei!" Kurama sighed loudly in relief at the sight of his friend. "Did you find anything?"
"Yeah... it's not very far," Hiei said, looking over his shoulder and tilting his head in the direction of the place he found. "Have you tried walking yet?"
"You told me not to," Kurama stated, aiming a dull look at his smaller demon companion.
"Well, then try getting up now."
"Yes master," Kurama agreed sarcastically, struggling to push himself to his feet. He did a rather good job of it too, until he put weight on his right leg and nearly fell over, but instead he quickly returned to his previous sitting position. "I... think... my... ankle's..."
"...I forgot about that," Hiei said thoughtfully, causing Kurama to acquire a look that seemed to say: How the hell did you forget to tell me my ankle was broken!!! RARR!!
"Okay then," Kurama started in an aggravated tone. "You'll have to support my right side the way there, then."
Hiei groaned, but failed to think up a better idea.
Kurama again attempted to stand, this time rest all his weight on his left leg, which proved to be just as painful, if not more, and caused him to actually fall over this time, letting a sharp cry of pain escape him.
Hiei remained silent when Kurama gave him another look: And my left foot's broken too!? I'll get you for this you pathetic little whelp!
Kurama's expression soon faded as the pain became less intense, and the true silence set in.
The two stared at each other awkwardly.
Hiei groaned, but failed to think up a better idea yet again. So he walked up to Kurama, bent down, gently hung Kurama's knees over his arm and used his other to secure his back. With one quick motion, Hiei stood up again, and hastily began to walk, carrying Kurama with him.
Kurama couldn't deny how warm and cozy he felt then, and gently closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensation of Hiei against him. He gently draped his arm over the half koorime's shoulder, pulling himself closer to Hiei, and slowly inched his other hand to grab hold of Hiei's other shoulder. Hesitantly, Kurama then rested his head on Hiei's chest. He felt so safe... and he found that so odd. Kurama wasn't scared very often, and even when he was nothing could provide such an instant cure like this.
Hiei gently hugged Kurama closer to him, just as they reached their destination.
"I'm a bit tired, Hiei," Kurama said, adjusting himself a little in Hiei's embrace.
Hiei nodded and gently placed Kurama down in the grass, then quickly handed him the blanket (A/N: Hiei also took Kurama's stuff with them, I guess...::sweat::).
"Kurama," Hiei began, taking a seat beside Kurama and turning to look at his sleepy friend battle with his blanket in order to achieve total coverage. "I know there wasn't really time yesterday, but what exactly are you doing here in the Makai?"
"Just looking for something, is all," Kurama mumbled, clearly falling asleep.
"What are you looking for?"
Kurama muttered something inaudible, sounding a little something like: a lime filled fest, to Hiei's ears. So he obviously concluded that Kurama was half asleep and off in his dream world, which was most likely filled with lime at this moment.
I'll ask later...
Hiei laughed silently and turned his head away from Kurama, scanning the area to make sure there wasn't anyone around waiting to attack.
He still felt guilty... guilty for not only failing to react sooner, but for not even being around very often. He hadn't seen Kurama for a while since he started living in the Makai. Who watched and protected him and Yukina in the human world...?
Of course, no matter who it was, Hiei would think them inadequate for the job. But he doubted that there even was someone, and that was even more inadequate.
Genkai was powerful enough to ward off anyone who might want to harm Yukina, and damn it, Kuwabara was pretty reliable.
But Kurama only hung around normal humans, and although he was strong, Hiei still wanted him to have some sort of backup.
A stray thought flew across Hiei's mind for a moment, but as soon as it began to make him consider it, he squashed it with his equivalent to a mental fly swatter.
Now, he was sure it was dead. But he feared that the thought might come back to haunt him later....
--
Ahem, SHORT!!!! And I try to keep this serious, but it's simply not working. A serious story cannot have "mental fly swatters", can it? I don't think so, anyway... X.X Although I'm wrong a lot, so please feel free to explain "serious" to me.
1 earnest, grave, somber, ect. 2 not joking; sincere 3 requiring careful consideration 4 weighty 5 dangerous
Never mind, then... ::sweat::
And let me just state for the record that Hiei and Mukuro are no more a couple than Kurama and Hiei are, Maya was not actually Kurama's girlfriend (as he had no feelings for her), and Togashi-sama said the Kurama/Hiei relationship was left up to the fans. And I thank you for not flaming. As I've said before, I only laugh at flames and poke at them with sticks (is a pyromaniac). But I respect a "non-flame", so yay!
IN ADDITION... I think it's going to rain. Hmm... --
Chapter Two: To be Protected.
--
Stop shouting...! Stop shouting...! Stop shouting!!
"STOP!" Hiei yelled out, aiming a glare at a flock of birds harmlessly perched atop a tree.
Needless to say, Hiei wasn't in the best moods. He had been wandering around for hours—forty-five minutes—and he still hadn't found a suitable place for Kurama and himself to rest. And he knew that that the longer he searched, the longer it took, and the longer it took, the further away he and Kurama became, and further away Kurama was, the less likely it was for Hiei to hear him scream.
The thought was a little unnerving, even for Hiei. He simply could not understand how he could just stand and watch as Kurama was torn apart, almost literally. He always looked after Kurama, whether the fox knew it or not.
He looked after Kurama, just as he did his sister; because he for one reason or another cared about their safety. They would never walk alone at night, never would a morning pass when someone was watching to make sure they had slept well, and Hiei wouldn't allow any preventable harm to befall them.
At that moment only fond memories filled his head, and a soft expression came over his face, but he didn't feel happy at all. Happy memories were just... memories. They were gone, and they could never return. Those fond moments he was sure now only existed within his own mind; with his death, died off those moments. And no one would ever know that then, he really was happy.
But at least there still were dreams. And although the past could not return, there was always a chance a dream could be realized.
Hiei looked up from the ground and from his thoughts to see before him a nearly perfect place for them to rest; it was well-hidden, grassy, shady, and there was a small stream nearby. He had wandered so much, and now that he looked around, he wasn't too far away from where he had started. So he quickly cleared away some unnecessary twigs and rocks, and started back to get Kurama.
Kurama had been sitting alone now for hours—forty-five minutes—and was starting to become a little impatient about getting to a different place. Where he was now was out in the open, and he had seen countless low-class demons pass by to stare at him strangely. What happened when they stopped staring and decided to kill him? He did look human after all! What if he was kidnapped? In his current condition he wouldn't be able to put up any fight at all! They could eat him, torture him, rape him, and what could he do!? Kurama was becoming a bit paranoid as well....
Kurama looked around curiously at the sound of footsteps behind him. He felt oddly frightened by it. He remained calm, of course, but damn it, HE WASN'T READY TO DIE!
"Hiei!" Kurama sighed loudly in relief at the sight of his friend. "Did you find anything?"
"Yeah... it's not very far," Hiei said, looking over his shoulder and tilting his head in the direction of the place he found. "Have you tried walking yet?"
"You told me not to," Kurama stated, aiming a dull look at his smaller demon companion.
"Well, then try getting up now."
"Yes master," Kurama agreed sarcastically, struggling to push himself to his feet. He did a rather good job of it too, until he put weight on his right leg and nearly fell over, but instead he quickly returned to his previous sitting position. "I... think... my... ankle's..."
"...I forgot about that," Hiei said thoughtfully, causing Kurama to acquire a look that seemed to say: How the hell did you forget to tell me my ankle was broken!!! RARR!!
"Okay then," Kurama started in an aggravated tone. "You'll have to support my right side the way there, then."
Hiei groaned, but failed to think up a better idea.
Kurama again attempted to stand, this time rest all his weight on his left leg, which proved to be just as painful, if not more, and caused him to actually fall over this time, letting a sharp cry of pain escape him.
Hiei remained silent when Kurama gave him another look: And my left foot's broken too!? I'll get you for this you pathetic little whelp!
Kurama's expression soon faded as the pain became less intense, and the true silence set in.
The two stared at each other awkwardly.
Hiei groaned, but failed to think up a better idea yet again. So he walked up to Kurama, bent down, gently hung Kurama's knees over his arm and used his other to secure his back. With one quick motion, Hiei stood up again, and hastily began to walk, carrying Kurama with him.
Kurama couldn't deny how warm and cozy he felt then, and gently closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensation of Hiei against him. He gently draped his arm over the half koorime's shoulder, pulling himself closer to Hiei, and slowly inched his other hand to grab hold of Hiei's other shoulder. Hesitantly, Kurama then rested his head on Hiei's chest. He felt so safe... and he found that so odd. Kurama wasn't scared very often, and even when he was nothing could provide such an instant cure like this.
Hiei gently hugged Kurama closer to him, just as they reached their destination.
"I'm a bit tired, Hiei," Kurama said, adjusting himself a little in Hiei's embrace.
Hiei nodded and gently placed Kurama down in the grass, then quickly handed him the blanket (A/N: Hiei also took Kurama's stuff with them, I guess...::sweat::).
"Kurama," Hiei began, taking a seat beside Kurama and turning to look at his sleepy friend battle with his blanket in order to achieve total coverage. "I know there wasn't really time yesterday, but what exactly are you doing here in the Makai?"
"Just looking for something, is all," Kurama mumbled, clearly falling asleep.
"What are you looking for?"
Kurama muttered something inaudible, sounding a little something like: a lime filled fest, to Hiei's ears. So he obviously concluded that Kurama was half asleep and off in his dream world, which was most likely filled with lime at this moment.
I'll ask later...
Hiei laughed silently and turned his head away from Kurama, scanning the area to make sure there wasn't anyone around waiting to attack.
He still felt guilty... guilty for not only failing to react sooner, but for not even being around very often. He hadn't seen Kurama for a while since he started living in the Makai. Who watched and protected him and Yukina in the human world...?
Of course, no matter who it was, Hiei would think them inadequate for the job. But he doubted that there even was someone, and that was even more inadequate.
Genkai was powerful enough to ward off anyone who might want to harm Yukina, and damn it, Kuwabara was pretty reliable.
But Kurama only hung around normal humans, and although he was strong, Hiei still wanted him to have some sort of backup.
A stray thought flew across Hiei's mind for a moment, but as soon as it began to make him consider it, he squashed it with his equivalent to a mental fly swatter.
Now, he was sure it was dead. But he feared that the thought might come back to haunt him later....
--
Ahem, SHORT!!!! And I try to keep this serious, but it's simply not working. A serious story cannot have "mental fly swatters", can it? I don't think so, anyway... X.X Although I'm wrong a lot, so please feel free to explain "serious" to me.
1 earnest, grave, somber, ect. 2 not joking; sincere 3 requiring careful consideration 4 weighty 5 dangerous
Never mind, then... ::sweat::