10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 3a - I Won, But You've Trapped Me
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, never will, but I own Kurohi. This story is Yaoi! Male/Male relationshipsX2! Don't like it? Then leave and find something else to read. After all, I'm a Tan Dragon, according to this one fun test I took. I'll have to find the website...
"speaking" [thinking] {noise} ~~~~~~ POV change ****** beginning/ending of dreams ********* flashback beginning/endings //Telepathic speech// *** passing of time /strange voice/
Scarby - In a sense, you are correct, actually when you put it Kur(ama)-o- Hi(ei). Actually, if you find any online Japanese/English, English/Japanese dictionaries, (I have a paperback) you will find that "Kuro" means "black" and "hi" means "fire". However, for Hiei's name, in Kanji, it means Flying (Hi) Shadow (ei). So, if you mixed Kanji with the other form, you get "Black Flying" but that makes no sense. [Please note that Kurohi came from one of my OLD Yu-Gi-Oh! fics. I liked him enough to throw him in fics similar to the one I will talk about in the next sentence. I have posted one of my later ones: "Blue-Eyes Pink Dragon" Now, don't let the title fool you. It describes Kurohi... in a sense. It isn't one of my best works, but it is one of my most recent. However, the next chapter of that would be rated R... for a VERY lemony scene, unless I come up with an alternate chapter, and that one won't be out for a while cuz I'm also working on an AU Forbidden Memories fic (Yu-Gi-Oh! PSOne). As of now, it's only one- sided. Oh, by the way. That last chapter? Just a little preview of the fight. *grin* Here comes more of what really happened!
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Kurama watched in silence as Hiei slept on his bed, small mouth slightly agape, lined by a pair of lips he desperately wanted to caress with his own. Amazingly enough, Hiei didn't snore. He had passed out on the trip down back home, and the kitsune had had to carry the hankoorime bride- style.
He chuckled softly, the memory rather interesting. Hiei had continuously pushed him away while the redhead had tried to help him remain balanced. Several times, Hiei had stumbled, but the fox never let him fall. Not once. Despite all those slurred curses, he knew, deep down, that the still short demon was grateful.
Hiei, to tell the truth, actually seemed like a child during slumber. His hair had long ago fallen out of the bands and now cascaded against the side of his face, trailing across his shoulder and along his side.
[Hiei...] he thought. [what can I do to make you mine, with your consent, without having you run away from me...?] His eyes narrowed slightly. [I can't bear to see you leave me again...] Carefully, he ran a few fingertips through the coarse strands of hair. A small grin tugged at his lips. [Hiei needs a bath tomorrow... Last I remember his hair wasn't this rough. And speaking of rough...]
*********
"Hn. You know my reasons for not fighting you, and look where this dare has gotten us," commented the Jaganshi dryly.
Kurama nodded. "Yes, I know. We're not here to kill each other, so the first person to be in a position of inescapable death is the loser."
"Kh. Agreed."
The fight began. Both men snapped into action. One drew a rose while the other drew a sword.
"Rose Whiplash!"
The end of the whip met the blade of a katana on a fast basis. Flitting backward to give them both some room, Hiei regarded his best friend intensely in the split second of peace. [I never dreamed I would have to fight you again, fox. I never know what the outcome of fights will be with you, sometimes. Last time we fought, so long ago, I lost by accident. Maybe, this time, it'll be different-]
Hiei's eyes widened at the Rose Whip lashed him in the shoulder. He winced and clutched at it with his free hand. Blood seeped through the cut, trickling down his compact chest. "Che," as all he uttered.
Kurama regarded him with that *look* that always through him for a loop. Kurama rushed forward, brandishing that thorny whip. Again, Hiei deflected the blow with his sword, rammed a knee into his gut, and hooked him on the side of his face.
Kurama clutched his bruised cheek and let loose his Petal Waltz, the razor- sharp petals rushing around his form to protect him for a short time as he recovered. The Jaganshi knew that if he got too close to the fox now, he'd be ripped to shreds by those seemingly harmless pieces of flowers - though, he knew that Kurama wouldn't let the petals kill him. He waited for the waltz to end, dodging the fox's attacks every time. He landed on Yusuke's roof, and once the waltz died down after a moment, he rushed back into battle, sword coming down at a sharp, ninety-degree angle. His hair all but slipped of its holder in the great rush of movement, and came the rest of the way undone when he dodged backwards to evade the whip.
The ward fluttered in the winds created by the two fighters, and floated away.
Hiei lunged again, and was about to let loose a combination of strikes, when Kurama gave a startled yelp. He fell backwards and onto the ground. Hiei aimed his sword at the green-eyed spirit fox's neck and said simply, "I win."
Kurama lost the fish out of water look he had obtained when he had fallen. He retorted, eyes narrowed, "By accident! I tripped over something!!"
"Hn. Just like how you beat me so long ago!" Hiei retorted. He then lowered his sword and sheathed it into the scabbard. He looked down at his feet to see what it was that had caused the redhead to stumble.
A rock.
A freakin' gray, mostly-smooth rock!!
Hiei's eyes grew wide, and he burst into mirthful laughter. Kurama laughed with him, sprawled awkwardly on the ground. The fire demon clutched his sides and collapsed to one knee, laughter so hard it shook his very being. He produced tears, and a few of them crystallized into shining, black hirui- seki stones, falling to the ground with soft noises.
The others gawked at this, saw what had made Hiei start laughing so hard, and they, too, started laughing along with them.
Hiei had won the same way he lost.
By accident.
*********
[Well, I'm certain I would have lost anyway. By then, I was a little bit drunker than Hiei at the time.]
Kurama crawled onto his bed, and lay beside the fire demon. Nestling a little close, he gripped one of Hiei's strong biceps, and drifted off into slumber, not at all worried about the cut he gave him because he had already treated it.
******
Hiei didn't know where he was. He knew, for one thing, that it was lonely; it was cold; it was dark. He liked the dark, but this dark seemed different.
"Where am I?" he murmured, looking all around. He tried to spot some light in the dark world, but his attempts yielded no results.
//Jaganshi Hiei, are you?//
"Yes," he answered warily. "What of it?" His hands balled into fists and clenched.
//My host has... unintentionally told me about you.//
"Who would that be?" he asked to the darkness.
//Oh? Didn't you see the tattoo on his back?//
"Wait! You're talking about Kurohi?" he answered cuttingly. The darkness stirred with some nearly indefinable emotion.
//About time you caught on. Let me show you something, though it is a miracle that you can hear me. I almost thought I could do as I wished without you knowing it was me. That boy certainly doesn't know the true extent of my power.//
"Do WHAT?! What do you want?!! What in Makai do you mean?!!" he demanded.
//Let me show you what I mean. Pay attention,// murmured the... female voice.
Suddenly, Hiei saw the clearing in which he had seen Kurama again when they stole those artifacts. Only, Gouki wasn't there. Kurama, however, was leaning against a tree in the shade. He looked up at the demon and said, "It is about time you came back. I was wondering if you'd died."
"What do you mean, 'wondering'? You didn't leave me behind."
"Are you sure about that? That looks like a nasty wound. Did those ogres hurt you?" he asked in a taunting manner.
Suddenly, a searing pain seized his side. This hadn't happened then! What the hell was going on?!! He clutched at the wound and sank to both knees at the agony of movement and pressure. Kurama pressed a foot harshly against the wound and sent the black and white-haired boy to the ground in a groaning heap.
Kurama bent down low so that when Hiei looked up, he could see the eyes.
They were reddish gold. "You are of no used to me injured. Die, Hiei."
The whip came up, and darkness replaced the entire scene. Just as the whip came down, the red-golden-eyed Kurama faded into oblivion. The pain remained with the red-eyed youkai, and he looked around in confusion. He was back where he started!
He then remembered Kurohi's softly spoken words and hollered, "What are you trying to show me, dragon??! Betrayal?!"
He received an image of a black-cloaked man with blue eyes. The eyes smirked, if they could do such a thing, and came closer to Hiei. "I am going to make your life a living hell, you know? Take this!" The figure opened his hand, and energy blasted through it. His black hood nearly flipped off, revealing his spiky brown hair. If he were in the Dark Tournament, he'd probably be called a hottie. "Die!!"
Hiei was suddenly immersed in water. He struggled to the surface, and saw nothing but more water just when he had his hopes up! He didn't have enough spiritual fire left in his body to evaporate the water; he could feel his lungs beginning to burst, and then...
He was with Kurama again. Only, he was looking up at him from his place on the ground, book-bag in his right hand. His left hand was propped up on his hip. "Hiei? You feel like coming down now?"
Hiei flitted down and looked around. [Kurama's school.]
"You look a little tired, Hiei. Didn't sleep well?" he asked innocently enough.
He shook his head. "Strange dream, is all."
Kurama ran a hand through Hiei's unbound, long hair. Now he KNEW he was dreaming. His hair wasn't this long back then, and he certainly wasn't taller! "Do you want me to make it up to you, my fire demon?"
[My fire demon?] "Since when have I been yours?"
"Since... now, my dear youkai."
Youko Kurama was staring up at him, a leather whip in one hand. All leather was black, even on his body. As sexy as that looked, the kitsune didn't look all THAT GREAT in black. Period.
The beauty was destined to wear blues and whites.
Hiei jerked his limbs, but could not free himself from the binds that pinned him to the stone, cold wall. A sudden bout of fright seized him, and he knew not why. Perhaps, it was the seductive look the fox gave him.
He looked like a vile executioner and a sex slave all in one freakish combination.
The youko advanced just a bit, and his hand tightened on the handle of the leather whip, a smirk on his face.
"KURAMA! What are you doing, damn it?! *KURA*-"
The whip jerked back, and came forward.
******
Hiei sat up quickly with a sharp gasp. He panted softly, and heard a soft groan right near the pillow. Bright emerald orbs fluttered opened in reaction to the Jaganshi's sharp movement.
"Hiei? Daijobu ka?"
The fire demon looked down and shook his head slightly. "That dragon Kurohi mentioned... I saw it... It spoke to me."
"Nani? With words?"
The hankoorime nodded once. "Hai, kitsune. For a bit. Then again, I saw many things. Like my past, but it was all corrupted, most likely, by that dragon."
"I see. Poor Hiei." He softly grasped Hiei's hand and sat up himself. Cautiously, he pressed his fingertips to a few points on the fire demon's back, forcing the muscles to relax. He continued to massage Hiei's back for a few moments, gradually beginning to use the rest of his hands.
Kurama was surprised that Hiei offered no resistance. Then again, Kurama always did seem to be the only exception to the demon's rule of "Do not touch me". If anything, he leaned further into the touch, resting his head on the fox's shoulder, eyes slowly closing in contentment.
"Feel better, Hiei?"
"Hnnmm..." was the half-purred reply.
Kurama eyed the clock on the dresser: 5:30 AM. No matter, he was still wide- awake right now. His sleep could wait until the fire demon was settled down again. He yawned and wearily blinked the sleep from his eyes.
Well, maybe not so awake, after all. [Hm? What's this?] Kurama stared down at Hiei. He looked asleep. Carefully, he leaned back, so as to try and not disturb the Jaganshi. However, red eyes flew open at the movement and locked with a fatigued green. He placed one hand against the mattress to help support his own weight, so the fox wouldn't have as much of a burden.
Kurama did the same, but with both hands. He frowned slightly for a moment before settling back into the covers.
"Kurama, explain," clipped Hiei.
"Explain what?" came the drowsy reply. Emerald orbs opened slightly.
Hiei blinked once. "What you just did."
"Leaning back or giving you a back-rub...?" he mumbled.
"The first option."
The fox hesitated. "I thought you had fallen asleep. I was going to get us both comfortable. My idea of a good night isn't sleeping upright." He yawned as if to emphasize his point.
"Neither is mine, but you don't hear me complaining." [Especially since I sleep in trees most of the time.]
Another yawn. "Just go back to sleep, Hiei." The fox closed his eyes.
"I'm not tired."
Kurama was silent.
"Fox?"
Silence. Upon closer inspection, the kitsune had fallen back asleep.
[Hn. Baka kitsune.] A stray lock of hair had fallen in front of his face, and the single alert demon gently moved the red tresses to get a better look at the demon-spirit-made-human's face. [Damn it, fox. You don't know how much you drive me over the edge with, at the very least, your beauty! ...Despite the fact you've trapped me with your STUPID emotion called Love! Damn you, fox! What am I going to do about this, now...?]
[Nothing,] he answered himself. [Let's see how this all rides out. If it gets too bad, I'll try and get out, but...] He looked out the window, seeing his tree, empty and cold. The scuff marks would always remain where he had gone on it, but for once, he felt proud that he wouldn't need to sleep out there, it seemed, for at least a month now. [...I don't know if I can.. anymore......]
He still preferred to snooze outside, but if weather didn't permit, he was always welcome in fox's house... and to think he used to believe that the redhead had already moved out!
[Well, he DOES have a high loyalty to his mother, to his family.]
Hiei's only family? Himself, that is, until he met that beautiful fox - and knew his sister was, too, but that's besides the topic. But, youkos always moved on to different lovers when the flavor of the one before the move wore out. Getting too close'ld only hurt him!
"Damn it... I hate it when he ensnares me like this..."
He stayed up, contemplating his predicament and options until the sun nearly rose, then he passed out sitting there on the edge of the bed, head bowed forward, and cute mouth slightly agape.
End Day 3's Dawn
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Yo! I thought I might as well cut it off there. It just "felt" like a place to stop. Hey, you know that second to last line last chapter? I'll requote from it: "I close this hand, and softly close my eyes." If you change it to: "And holding them tight in my right hand, I softly close my eyes" That is actually a lyric from one of Hiei's songs!! Kuchibue Ga Kikoeru (I Hear a Whiste)! I LOOOVE my "Legend of Yu*Yu*Hakusho 'SAI-KYOU' Best Selection Album Since 1990" CD!! ^_^ Hiei sounds soooo seeeexy! (Yes, by now you should know I'm female. *sweatdrop*) Something I've deduced: Girls tend to read more yaoi than boys, and boys tend to read more yuri than girls. Nonyaoi/yuri are read by both sides, or none, as the case may be. What do you think about that?
R&R! I guess my inspiration has yet to run dry!! It must be all them reviews!! By the way, I also plan on making this fic LONG! (After all, Hiei IS staying for a month! 30 or so Days. Now you know why I put the chapters as days, right?)
Started: 3/20/03, 5:30PM; Finished 3/21/03, 9:03AM
Revisions: 10/10/03, 5/31/03
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 3a - I Won, But You've Trapped Me
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, never will, but I own Kurohi. This story is Yaoi! Male/Male relationshipsX2! Don't like it? Then leave and find something else to read. After all, I'm a Tan Dragon, according to this one fun test I took. I'll have to find the website...
"speaking" [thinking] {noise} ~~~~~~ POV change ****** beginning/ending of dreams ********* flashback beginning/endings //Telepathic speech// *** passing of time /strange voice/
Scarby - In a sense, you are correct, actually when you put it Kur(ama)-o- Hi(ei). Actually, if you find any online Japanese/English, English/Japanese dictionaries, (I have a paperback) you will find that "Kuro" means "black" and "hi" means "fire". However, for Hiei's name, in Kanji, it means Flying (Hi) Shadow (ei). So, if you mixed Kanji with the other form, you get "Black Flying" but that makes no sense. [Please note that Kurohi came from one of my OLD Yu-Gi-Oh! fics. I liked him enough to throw him in fics similar to the one I will talk about in the next sentence. I have posted one of my later ones: "Blue-Eyes Pink Dragon" Now, don't let the title fool you. It describes Kurohi... in a sense. It isn't one of my best works, but it is one of my most recent. However, the next chapter of that would be rated R... for a VERY lemony scene, unless I come up with an alternate chapter, and that one won't be out for a while cuz I'm also working on an AU Forbidden Memories fic (Yu-Gi-Oh! PSOne). As of now, it's only one- sided. Oh, by the way. That last chapter? Just a little preview of the fight. *grin* Here comes more of what really happened!
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Kurama watched in silence as Hiei slept on his bed, small mouth slightly agape, lined by a pair of lips he desperately wanted to caress with his own. Amazingly enough, Hiei didn't snore. He had passed out on the trip down back home, and the kitsune had had to carry the hankoorime bride- style.
He chuckled softly, the memory rather interesting. Hiei had continuously pushed him away while the redhead had tried to help him remain balanced. Several times, Hiei had stumbled, but the fox never let him fall. Not once. Despite all those slurred curses, he knew, deep down, that the still short demon was grateful.
Hiei, to tell the truth, actually seemed like a child during slumber. His hair had long ago fallen out of the bands and now cascaded against the side of his face, trailing across his shoulder and along his side.
[Hiei...] he thought. [what can I do to make you mine, with your consent, without having you run away from me...?] His eyes narrowed slightly. [I can't bear to see you leave me again...] Carefully, he ran a few fingertips through the coarse strands of hair. A small grin tugged at his lips. [Hiei needs a bath tomorrow... Last I remember his hair wasn't this rough. And speaking of rough...]
*********
"Hn. You know my reasons for not fighting you, and look where this dare has gotten us," commented the Jaganshi dryly.
Kurama nodded. "Yes, I know. We're not here to kill each other, so the first person to be in a position of inescapable death is the loser."
"Kh. Agreed."
The fight began. Both men snapped into action. One drew a rose while the other drew a sword.
"Rose Whiplash!"
The end of the whip met the blade of a katana on a fast basis. Flitting backward to give them both some room, Hiei regarded his best friend intensely in the split second of peace. [I never dreamed I would have to fight you again, fox. I never know what the outcome of fights will be with you, sometimes. Last time we fought, so long ago, I lost by accident. Maybe, this time, it'll be different-]
Hiei's eyes widened at the Rose Whip lashed him in the shoulder. He winced and clutched at it with his free hand. Blood seeped through the cut, trickling down his compact chest. "Che," as all he uttered.
Kurama regarded him with that *look* that always through him for a loop. Kurama rushed forward, brandishing that thorny whip. Again, Hiei deflected the blow with his sword, rammed a knee into his gut, and hooked him on the side of his face.
Kurama clutched his bruised cheek and let loose his Petal Waltz, the razor- sharp petals rushing around his form to protect him for a short time as he recovered. The Jaganshi knew that if he got too close to the fox now, he'd be ripped to shreds by those seemingly harmless pieces of flowers - though, he knew that Kurama wouldn't let the petals kill him. He waited for the waltz to end, dodging the fox's attacks every time. He landed on Yusuke's roof, and once the waltz died down after a moment, he rushed back into battle, sword coming down at a sharp, ninety-degree angle. His hair all but slipped of its holder in the great rush of movement, and came the rest of the way undone when he dodged backwards to evade the whip.
The ward fluttered in the winds created by the two fighters, and floated away.
Hiei lunged again, and was about to let loose a combination of strikes, when Kurama gave a startled yelp. He fell backwards and onto the ground. Hiei aimed his sword at the green-eyed spirit fox's neck and said simply, "I win."
Kurama lost the fish out of water look he had obtained when he had fallen. He retorted, eyes narrowed, "By accident! I tripped over something!!"
"Hn. Just like how you beat me so long ago!" Hiei retorted. He then lowered his sword and sheathed it into the scabbard. He looked down at his feet to see what it was that had caused the redhead to stumble.
A rock.
A freakin' gray, mostly-smooth rock!!
Hiei's eyes grew wide, and he burst into mirthful laughter. Kurama laughed with him, sprawled awkwardly on the ground. The fire demon clutched his sides and collapsed to one knee, laughter so hard it shook his very being. He produced tears, and a few of them crystallized into shining, black hirui- seki stones, falling to the ground with soft noises.
The others gawked at this, saw what had made Hiei start laughing so hard, and they, too, started laughing along with them.
Hiei had won the same way he lost.
By accident.
*********
[Well, I'm certain I would have lost anyway. By then, I was a little bit drunker than Hiei at the time.]
Kurama crawled onto his bed, and lay beside the fire demon. Nestling a little close, he gripped one of Hiei's strong biceps, and drifted off into slumber, not at all worried about the cut he gave him because he had already treated it.
******
Hiei didn't know where he was. He knew, for one thing, that it was lonely; it was cold; it was dark. He liked the dark, but this dark seemed different.
"Where am I?" he murmured, looking all around. He tried to spot some light in the dark world, but his attempts yielded no results.
//Jaganshi Hiei, are you?//
"Yes," he answered warily. "What of it?" His hands balled into fists and clenched.
//My host has... unintentionally told me about you.//
"Who would that be?" he asked to the darkness.
//Oh? Didn't you see the tattoo on his back?//
"Wait! You're talking about Kurohi?" he answered cuttingly. The darkness stirred with some nearly indefinable emotion.
//About time you caught on. Let me show you something, though it is a miracle that you can hear me. I almost thought I could do as I wished without you knowing it was me. That boy certainly doesn't know the true extent of my power.//
"Do WHAT?! What do you want?!! What in Makai do you mean?!!" he demanded.
//Let me show you what I mean. Pay attention,// murmured the... female voice.
Suddenly, Hiei saw the clearing in which he had seen Kurama again when they stole those artifacts. Only, Gouki wasn't there. Kurama, however, was leaning against a tree in the shade. He looked up at the demon and said, "It is about time you came back. I was wondering if you'd died."
"What do you mean, 'wondering'? You didn't leave me behind."
"Are you sure about that? That looks like a nasty wound. Did those ogres hurt you?" he asked in a taunting manner.
Suddenly, a searing pain seized his side. This hadn't happened then! What the hell was going on?!! He clutched at the wound and sank to both knees at the agony of movement and pressure. Kurama pressed a foot harshly against the wound and sent the black and white-haired boy to the ground in a groaning heap.
Kurama bent down low so that when Hiei looked up, he could see the eyes.
They were reddish gold. "You are of no used to me injured. Die, Hiei."
The whip came up, and darkness replaced the entire scene. Just as the whip came down, the red-golden-eyed Kurama faded into oblivion. The pain remained with the red-eyed youkai, and he looked around in confusion. He was back where he started!
He then remembered Kurohi's softly spoken words and hollered, "What are you trying to show me, dragon??! Betrayal?!"
He received an image of a black-cloaked man with blue eyes. The eyes smirked, if they could do such a thing, and came closer to Hiei. "I am going to make your life a living hell, you know? Take this!" The figure opened his hand, and energy blasted through it. His black hood nearly flipped off, revealing his spiky brown hair. If he were in the Dark Tournament, he'd probably be called a hottie. "Die!!"
Hiei was suddenly immersed in water. He struggled to the surface, and saw nothing but more water just when he had his hopes up! He didn't have enough spiritual fire left in his body to evaporate the water; he could feel his lungs beginning to burst, and then...
He was with Kurama again. Only, he was looking up at him from his place on the ground, book-bag in his right hand. His left hand was propped up on his hip. "Hiei? You feel like coming down now?"
Hiei flitted down and looked around. [Kurama's school.]
"You look a little tired, Hiei. Didn't sleep well?" he asked innocently enough.
He shook his head. "Strange dream, is all."
Kurama ran a hand through Hiei's unbound, long hair. Now he KNEW he was dreaming. His hair wasn't this long back then, and he certainly wasn't taller! "Do you want me to make it up to you, my fire demon?"
[My fire demon?] "Since when have I been yours?"
"Since... now, my dear youkai."
Youko Kurama was staring up at him, a leather whip in one hand. All leather was black, even on his body. As sexy as that looked, the kitsune didn't look all THAT GREAT in black. Period.
The beauty was destined to wear blues and whites.
Hiei jerked his limbs, but could not free himself from the binds that pinned him to the stone, cold wall. A sudden bout of fright seized him, and he knew not why. Perhaps, it was the seductive look the fox gave him.
He looked like a vile executioner and a sex slave all in one freakish combination.
The youko advanced just a bit, and his hand tightened on the handle of the leather whip, a smirk on his face.
"KURAMA! What are you doing, damn it?! *KURA*-"
The whip jerked back, and came forward.
******
Hiei sat up quickly with a sharp gasp. He panted softly, and heard a soft groan right near the pillow. Bright emerald orbs fluttered opened in reaction to the Jaganshi's sharp movement.
"Hiei? Daijobu ka?"
The fire demon looked down and shook his head slightly. "That dragon Kurohi mentioned... I saw it... It spoke to me."
"Nani? With words?"
The hankoorime nodded once. "Hai, kitsune. For a bit. Then again, I saw many things. Like my past, but it was all corrupted, most likely, by that dragon."
"I see. Poor Hiei." He softly grasped Hiei's hand and sat up himself. Cautiously, he pressed his fingertips to a few points on the fire demon's back, forcing the muscles to relax. He continued to massage Hiei's back for a few moments, gradually beginning to use the rest of his hands.
Kurama was surprised that Hiei offered no resistance. Then again, Kurama always did seem to be the only exception to the demon's rule of "Do not touch me". If anything, he leaned further into the touch, resting his head on the fox's shoulder, eyes slowly closing in contentment.
"Feel better, Hiei?"
"Hnnmm..." was the half-purred reply.
Kurama eyed the clock on the dresser: 5:30 AM. No matter, he was still wide- awake right now. His sleep could wait until the fire demon was settled down again. He yawned and wearily blinked the sleep from his eyes.
Well, maybe not so awake, after all. [Hm? What's this?] Kurama stared down at Hiei. He looked asleep. Carefully, he leaned back, so as to try and not disturb the Jaganshi. However, red eyes flew open at the movement and locked with a fatigued green. He placed one hand against the mattress to help support his own weight, so the fox wouldn't have as much of a burden.
Kurama did the same, but with both hands. He frowned slightly for a moment before settling back into the covers.
"Kurama, explain," clipped Hiei.
"Explain what?" came the drowsy reply. Emerald orbs opened slightly.
Hiei blinked once. "What you just did."
"Leaning back or giving you a back-rub...?" he mumbled.
"The first option."
The fox hesitated. "I thought you had fallen asleep. I was going to get us both comfortable. My idea of a good night isn't sleeping upright." He yawned as if to emphasize his point.
"Neither is mine, but you don't hear me complaining." [Especially since I sleep in trees most of the time.]
Another yawn. "Just go back to sleep, Hiei." The fox closed his eyes.
"I'm not tired."
Kurama was silent.
"Fox?"
Silence. Upon closer inspection, the kitsune had fallen back asleep.
[Hn. Baka kitsune.] A stray lock of hair had fallen in front of his face, and the single alert demon gently moved the red tresses to get a better look at the demon-spirit-made-human's face. [Damn it, fox. You don't know how much you drive me over the edge with, at the very least, your beauty! ...Despite the fact you've trapped me with your STUPID emotion called Love! Damn you, fox! What am I going to do about this, now...?]
[Nothing,] he answered himself. [Let's see how this all rides out. If it gets too bad, I'll try and get out, but...] He looked out the window, seeing his tree, empty and cold. The scuff marks would always remain where he had gone on it, but for once, he felt proud that he wouldn't need to sleep out there, it seemed, for at least a month now. [...I don't know if I can.. anymore......]
He still preferred to snooze outside, but if weather didn't permit, he was always welcome in fox's house... and to think he used to believe that the redhead had already moved out!
[Well, he DOES have a high loyalty to his mother, to his family.]
Hiei's only family? Himself, that is, until he met that beautiful fox - and knew his sister was, too, but that's besides the topic. But, youkos always moved on to different lovers when the flavor of the one before the move wore out. Getting too close'ld only hurt him!
"Damn it... I hate it when he ensnares me like this..."
He stayed up, contemplating his predicament and options until the sun nearly rose, then he passed out sitting there on the edge of the bed, head bowed forward, and cute mouth slightly agape.
End Day 3's Dawn
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Yo! I thought I might as well cut it off there. It just "felt" like a place to stop. Hey, you know that second to last line last chapter? I'll requote from it: "I close this hand, and softly close my eyes." If you change it to: "And holding them tight in my right hand, I softly close my eyes" That is actually a lyric from one of Hiei's songs!! Kuchibue Ga Kikoeru (I Hear a Whiste)! I LOOOVE my "Legend of Yu*Yu*Hakusho 'SAI-KYOU' Best Selection Album Since 1990" CD!! ^_^ Hiei sounds soooo seeeexy! (Yes, by now you should know I'm female. *sweatdrop*) Something I've deduced: Girls tend to read more yaoi than boys, and boys tend to read more yuri than girls. Nonyaoi/yuri are read by both sides, or none, as the case may be. What do you think about that?
R&R! I guess my inspiration has yet to run dry!! It must be all them reviews!! By the way, I also plan on making this fic LONG! (After all, Hiei IS staying for a month! 30 or so Days. Now you know why I put the chapters as days, right?)
Started: 3/20/03, 5:30PM; Finished 3/21/03, 9:03AM
Revisions: 10/10/03, 5/31/03