A/N: I'm sorry this took so long again... There's a lot going on. OH! In addition to that, I'm switching pennames! Sorry for any confusion, but I am now: Idiom Laurels.

Enjoy ye chapter!

(Oh! And to a certain reader...: try the link again. It worked for me earlier... hmm.)

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Chapter Eleven: To be Alone.

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"Will you knock it off?"

"But your resisting makes you so... irresistible."

"That's stupid."

"Is it so stupid to find you attractive?"

"Actually, yes."

"Oh."

"...What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'm just doing what you told me to."

"Why?"

"Well... you told me to, remember?"

"That's a stupid reason."

"Hiei... you're not making any sense..."

"So?"

Kurama laughed slightly, then went back to kissing and fondling his lover.

It had finally grown dark after what seemed like forever. But even forever was short when you knew it was going to end. They didn't have time to fully catch up on each other's lives, and there wasn't even time to explain the small portions they were getting, but nevertheless, it was great.

"...so Kuwabara ended up being blamed—Yusuke said he was jealous, of all things—and had to clean up everything, even though they had already paid the cleaning crew," Kurama said, suppressing laughter. "It's a shame you weren't there..."

"I don't particularly like weddings," Hiei grumbled, rolling his eyes in disgust. "But watching that idiot clean would have been entertaining."

"Oh, it was." Kurama took a deep breath, then leaned himself over and smirked as he came to be at eye level with Hiei. "But I hope you'll come to my wedding."

"Will Kuwabara be cleaning?"

"If you'd like."

Hiei turned to give Kurama his own smirk. "Then I'll come."

"Ah, that's a relief. But it will take some convincing to get Kuwabara to agree... maybe if you helped him clean up?" Kurama pretended to go into thought.

"No," Hiei stated firmly.

"Yes, you could help him. But we wouldn't want to get your good clothes dirty, so we'll have to put you in something we can afford to mess up a bit... like nothing."

"Then I guess I'm not coming," Hiei retorted, folding his arms almost as if he were pouting.

"No, no... You have to come to my wedding," Kurama ordered cheerfully, giving his companion a friendly smile. "It wouldn't make sense otherwise."

"Fine. But I'm going to be fully dressed."

"If you insist," Kurama sighed, slowly getting on his feet.

Hiei shot him a questioning look. "Where are you going?"

"I'm a little hungry," the redhead answered, offering his lover a soft expression. "Do you want anything?"

"No..."

Kurama nodded, then went off to where he had placed his things. Hiei watched his every move, nothing short of fascinated. He was incredibly graceful, enchanting to watch... It almost made him angry that humans were able to see him everyday when he couldn't, and that they probably didn't appreciate him as much as they should. Although humans were stupid, so it was nothing more than he could expect. They didn't deserve Kurama.

"Here you go," Kurama said, handing Hiei a small bowl.

"Thanks—wait... I didn't want anything!" Hiei spat, turning to glare at his friend, who really looked too sweet for his own good, especially when his own good was for Hiei to be mad at him.

"Hiei, you do a lot of things you don't want to do—most of them intentionally. So at least me forcing you gives you an excuse to complain," Kurama explained, taking a bite of his food.

"Whatever..." Hiei grumbled, soon getting over whatever problem he had, not because he lied, but because there were now other problems. "What the hell is it?" he asked, as he started to inspect his late-dinner (or early breakfast).

"It's food," Kurama answered casually.

"Yes, I know that, fox. But what kind is it?"

"The kind you eat."

"Grr... will you just tell me!"

"Just eat it..."

Hiei looked at it more: he was determined to know what it was before he ate it.

"Have I ever had it before?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Have you ever had it before?"

"...Of course, Hiei."

"Do you like it?"

"No. It's disgusting."

"Stop being sarcastic!"

"Hiei, it's just food. It's not going to hurt you."

The two continued, going on for at least ten minutes until Kurama finally snapped and began force-feeding Hiei—not that this was an easy task. Help from his plants was needed...

"Okay, now let me go!" Hiei insisted, as he struggled against the vines holding his arms and legs.

"Not until you admit the food was good, you'll be at my wedding and strip at my say, and... you have to say, 'I love you, Kurama'."

"No..."

"Then I'll just have to keep you there," Kurama sang, shrugging in a mocking fashion as he turned his back to Hiei, pretending to go about his business.

"The food was... all right..."

Kurama cracked a small smile, but made sure to keep his back facing the little demon.

"And?"

"I'll be at your wedding...!"

"Good. Now, continue."

"Hn..."

"Come on, now."

"And... I love you, Kura—" And with that, Kurama's vines retracted, causing Hiei to topple over into the grass.

"Ah, good job."

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A/N: SURPRISE!!! This chapter was short and total stalling! Haha... Now, I really was planning to wrap things up this chapter, but like I've said, things have been a little hectic. But to make up for that, my sister and I are working on a little project of the fanfiction kind! Yay!