10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 18a - Calm
Disclaimer - I don't own YYH, & never will. After all, I'm not Yoshihiro Togashi. Kurohi, Yamiryuinu, Shirokoori, and all the other original characters *I* and Kohaku Frost come up with are property of Beware of Mage & Tsuki Ryu Productions. Use our characters without permission and we will be pissed. One thing's for sure: I'm thankful for copy and paste! There's no WAY I'm going to rewrite this whole disclaimer over and over again!
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He felt warm.. safe. He was curled against something... living... breathing... The male opened his eyes and gazed at the smaller one spooned against him. The first thing that met his eyes, however, were the soft, long tendrils of jet-black hair.
Kurama sighed and slightly leaned forward to better feel the demon's warmth. No nightmares, but it was really early, and pretty cold in his room. But if he turned on the heater, not only would the heat be unbearable in an hour or two, but he would wake his precious fire demon.
Not a good thing. When woken up, the little youkai sometimes acted nasty.
This time around, this wasn't the case.
"Mm.. Kurama, what are you doing up...?"
"...I dunno.. I just, woke up."
Hiei gently turned around and gazed at his youko with a tired and slightly concerned look. "Nightmare?"
The fox smiled slightly. "No. There is no way I could ever have a nightmare in your presence." He held the fire demon closer against him, eyes half- lidded with sleepy adoration.
The youkai didn't stiffen nor pull away and let his fox embrace him. "...Kurama..."
"Mmm?"
The fire hanyou merely sighed and started to drift off to sleep again, leaving a well awake youko behind. He flicked his tongue against his dry lips and took up staring at the five-foot-two demon nestled closely against his body.
Kurama snort-sighed and closed his eyes, hoping the bliss of sleep would take him away again.
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A black tunic was snatched up from the ground and tossed onto a sleek, weary form. A red sash was tied at the front just as a striped tail poked through the hole in the rear. He turned his head to the figure sleeping peacefully on the bed. As much as he would have loved to stick around, he needed to get his clothes back out of the Makai castle.
He sighed tiredly, the mere breath tightening his throat like a noose. His teeth bared themselves on their own accord at the unwanted sensation and he strode over to the god, still sleeping.
'Koenma...' Blue eyes, half-veiled, roved over his lover's naked body. He had not forgotten the promise, and, despite BOTH their fatigues, he had been determined to get his promise after long last... or, at least, it seemed like a helluva lot like a long time.
He suddenly remembered the night of the rain and wind. The night he had felt that no fire would come to warm him. He still felt the pains of rejection very sharply to this day, and it insisted on residing in his heart. Kurohi couldn't forget, and wouldn't, either. After proclaiming his love, he remembered things he wished that he could forget so absently in his youth. According to Tsuki Ryu standards, he still WAS young. Their physical age portrayed exactly how old they were, but their time-wise age...
The youth was the only male Tsuki Ryu, a Forbidden child, just like Hiei, Kurohi and that demon knew pain. Their lives were so similar..
Unlike this.. god from the heavens that had been the first to ever love him.
A thought struck him. He'd go see Dark Lady... despite the fact that she was in infant form now.. but that wouldn't affect her mentality.. much.
He was struck with the common image of a pissed off Angel fuming at Hiei for "peeking" while he had been changing one of her diapers and literally FLAMING the furniture to... well, the particles were so small, he couldn't place the word, and ASHES wasn't it. No, they had been burned so much, the word "ashes" was too big a word to use... But what else was smaller than a particle of ash?
A faint sigh ripped its way into his thoughts, forcing his eyes to come back into focus and see the sole object of his deepest heartfelt, and sexual affections.
Koenma stirred, as if just now noticing the lack of warmth behind him, and his gold eyes fluttered open.
The action had an effect Kurohi vaguely didn't want to show at the moment. Damn his over zealous libido!
Jeez, even the action of WAKING aroused the lad.
"Kurohi.. what are you doing up...?"
The boy blinked. "Ahh... I want my old clothes back?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh, that, Angel the Dark Lady has them. Go get them later. Come back to bed..."
The part-youko youkai sighed. "If I did, do you know what I might end up doing to you?"
The god blinked. "Hard already?"
The boy - yes - boy, frowned cutely and tiredly. He nodded.
Koenma stood up and removed the red sash, letting the cloth flutter somewhere in the room. The tunic was removed carefully enough so the fabric wouldn't be ripped, and he led Kurohi back into the warm bed and showed him four, well-made ropes...
"Then, let us take care of that problem."
Kurohi blinked once and drooled.
***
A youki touched my senses and despite that, I sipped gently at some of my coffee. My spiky-haired angel treaded down the stairs and plopped himself down at the table, leaning his head into one hand, propped up by one elbow.
"Mornin' sweety."
"Hn," he greeted. One corner of his mouth was turned into a pleasant smirk.
"Slept well?"
"Besides you waking me up? Yeah." He sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. "How can you DRINK that stuff? It doesn't even smell sweet!"
"Add milk and sugar and it tastes pretty good," I said, bluntly indicating that adding those two ingredients to black coffee would better suit my fire demon's sweet tooth. (A/N: I've had coffee like that before! Yumm...) "Almost as sweet as sweet-snow."
Hiei perked up slightly, but shrugged noncommittally and snorted. "I'm not thirsty. Maybe another time."
I nodded once and sipped again, the caffeine already getting to me. I didn't drink the stuff much because I didn't want to become addicted to it, but it was a nice way to wake up fully when I woke up sleepy.
I yawned anyway. My mind was still pretty tired. Sleep hadn't been welcoming ever since I woke up at three in the morning.
"Didn't you go back to sleep, fox?"
I slowly shook my head and chuckled. "Sleep didn't want me, so I got up a bit before you did."
"Hn. No wonder your reiki didn't change."
"..You were still up?"
"Hn. Yes. You know I wake up around that time if I can help it, right? Watashi wa ningen nai." (A/N: Did I get that right? I meant for him to say, "I'm no human")
I sighed and rested my head in my arms, casting my gaze to my right. I yawned once again and snuggled further into the crook of my left arm and atop my right hand. My eyes fluttered closed of their own accord and I vaguely detected a presence at my side. It did not move or speak. I knew who it was.
Wetness on the tip of my nose... Hiei?
"Hn. Of course it's me, baka. Who else?"
I must have said that aloud. I decided not to reply for a moment, but eventually let one eye open. Hiei was sitting on the couch, looking out the window. I knew he saw nothing, for he usually was lost in his own thoughts.
I liked the way the light flickered against his long black hair, causing it to shine in one place and spread, revealing bluish highlights. The short white starburst, though only half-visible to me, gave off silver highlights.
Beautiful...
He suddenly turned to me, one eyebrow arched in question. His eyes burned at mine with a slightly curious flame. "Hn? Kurama, did you say something...?"
I eyed him lazily and shrugged a little. "I don't know."
He frowned cutely and blinked. He turned away.
Hiei...
I sighed and stood up kind of noisily. I strode over to my demon and sat down near him, peering over his shoulder as he sat, cross-legged, on the living room's windowsill. I set my eyes onto his own, seeing as they stared at the outdoors with a guarded façade over them. This façade hid his true emotions, and a pastime as of late for me was to unlock these walls.
"Hiei?"
"Hn?"
"Look, I'm sorry if I've been muttering things.. it must be because I've been up about as long as you. This is one way that I do not like my human reincarnation."
He quickly looked back at me. He hadn't ever heard of me complain about my human form. "Despite its flaws, it's very befitting of a youko as you."
I smiled a little and rested my head against one lithe shoulder. I fell into a light doze.
End Day 18's morning
I was **********THIS********** close to killin' fanfiction.net! I couldn't upload for **5** days! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
This chappie's form is kinda rough, so I'm planning on adding things and smoothing other stuff out. If anyone has ANY ideas for some pastimes for the YYH Gang to go on, pleaz tell me?
R&R!
Started 6/9/03, 1:46PM Finished 6/14/03(?)
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 18a - Calm
Disclaimer - I don't own YYH, & never will. After all, I'm not Yoshihiro Togashi. Kurohi, Yamiryuinu, Shirokoori, and all the other original characters *I* and Kohaku Frost come up with are property of Beware of Mage & Tsuki Ryu Productions. Use our characters without permission and we will be pissed. One thing's for sure: I'm thankful for copy and paste! There's no WAY I'm going to rewrite this whole disclaimer over and over again!
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He felt warm.. safe. He was curled against something... living... breathing... The male opened his eyes and gazed at the smaller one spooned against him. The first thing that met his eyes, however, were the soft, long tendrils of jet-black hair.
Kurama sighed and slightly leaned forward to better feel the demon's warmth. No nightmares, but it was really early, and pretty cold in his room. But if he turned on the heater, not only would the heat be unbearable in an hour or two, but he would wake his precious fire demon.
Not a good thing. When woken up, the little youkai sometimes acted nasty.
This time around, this wasn't the case.
"Mm.. Kurama, what are you doing up...?"
"...I dunno.. I just, woke up."
Hiei gently turned around and gazed at his youko with a tired and slightly concerned look. "Nightmare?"
The fox smiled slightly. "No. There is no way I could ever have a nightmare in your presence." He held the fire demon closer against him, eyes half- lidded with sleepy adoration.
The youkai didn't stiffen nor pull away and let his fox embrace him. "...Kurama..."
"Mmm?"
The fire hanyou merely sighed and started to drift off to sleep again, leaving a well awake youko behind. He flicked his tongue against his dry lips and took up staring at the five-foot-two demon nestled closely against his body.
Kurama snort-sighed and closed his eyes, hoping the bliss of sleep would take him away again.
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A black tunic was snatched up from the ground and tossed onto a sleek, weary form. A red sash was tied at the front just as a striped tail poked through the hole in the rear. He turned his head to the figure sleeping peacefully on the bed. As much as he would have loved to stick around, he needed to get his clothes back out of the Makai castle.
He sighed tiredly, the mere breath tightening his throat like a noose. His teeth bared themselves on their own accord at the unwanted sensation and he strode over to the god, still sleeping.
'Koenma...' Blue eyes, half-veiled, roved over his lover's naked body. He had not forgotten the promise, and, despite BOTH their fatigues, he had been determined to get his promise after long last... or, at least, it seemed like a helluva lot like a long time.
He suddenly remembered the night of the rain and wind. The night he had felt that no fire would come to warm him. He still felt the pains of rejection very sharply to this day, and it insisted on residing in his heart. Kurohi couldn't forget, and wouldn't, either. After proclaiming his love, he remembered things he wished that he could forget so absently in his youth. According to Tsuki Ryu standards, he still WAS young. Their physical age portrayed exactly how old they were, but their time-wise age...
The youth was the only male Tsuki Ryu, a Forbidden child, just like Hiei, Kurohi and that demon knew pain. Their lives were so similar..
Unlike this.. god from the heavens that had been the first to ever love him.
A thought struck him. He'd go see Dark Lady... despite the fact that she was in infant form now.. but that wouldn't affect her mentality.. much.
He was struck with the common image of a pissed off Angel fuming at Hiei for "peeking" while he had been changing one of her diapers and literally FLAMING the furniture to... well, the particles were so small, he couldn't place the word, and ASHES wasn't it. No, they had been burned so much, the word "ashes" was too big a word to use... But what else was smaller than a particle of ash?
A faint sigh ripped its way into his thoughts, forcing his eyes to come back into focus and see the sole object of his deepest heartfelt, and sexual affections.
Koenma stirred, as if just now noticing the lack of warmth behind him, and his gold eyes fluttered open.
The action had an effect Kurohi vaguely didn't want to show at the moment. Damn his over zealous libido!
Jeez, even the action of WAKING aroused the lad.
"Kurohi.. what are you doing up...?"
The boy blinked. "Ahh... I want my old clothes back?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh, that, Angel the Dark Lady has them. Go get them later. Come back to bed..."
The part-youko youkai sighed. "If I did, do you know what I might end up doing to you?"
The god blinked. "Hard already?"
The boy - yes - boy, frowned cutely and tiredly. He nodded.
Koenma stood up and removed the red sash, letting the cloth flutter somewhere in the room. The tunic was removed carefully enough so the fabric wouldn't be ripped, and he led Kurohi back into the warm bed and showed him four, well-made ropes...
"Then, let us take care of that problem."
Kurohi blinked once and drooled.
***
A youki touched my senses and despite that, I sipped gently at some of my coffee. My spiky-haired angel treaded down the stairs and plopped himself down at the table, leaning his head into one hand, propped up by one elbow.
"Mornin' sweety."
"Hn," he greeted. One corner of his mouth was turned into a pleasant smirk.
"Slept well?"
"Besides you waking me up? Yeah." He sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. "How can you DRINK that stuff? It doesn't even smell sweet!"
"Add milk and sugar and it tastes pretty good," I said, bluntly indicating that adding those two ingredients to black coffee would better suit my fire demon's sweet tooth. (A/N: I've had coffee like that before! Yumm...) "Almost as sweet as sweet-snow."
Hiei perked up slightly, but shrugged noncommittally and snorted. "I'm not thirsty. Maybe another time."
I nodded once and sipped again, the caffeine already getting to me. I didn't drink the stuff much because I didn't want to become addicted to it, but it was a nice way to wake up fully when I woke up sleepy.
I yawned anyway. My mind was still pretty tired. Sleep hadn't been welcoming ever since I woke up at three in the morning.
"Didn't you go back to sleep, fox?"
I slowly shook my head and chuckled. "Sleep didn't want me, so I got up a bit before you did."
"Hn. No wonder your reiki didn't change."
"..You were still up?"
"Hn. Yes. You know I wake up around that time if I can help it, right? Watashi wa ningen nai." (A/N: Did I get that right? I meant for him to say, "I'm no human")
I sighed and rested my head in my arms, casting my gaze to my right. I yawned once again and snuggled further into the crook of my left arm and atop my right hand. My eyes fluttered closed of their own accord and I vaguely detected a presence at my side. It did not move or speak. I knew who it was.
Wetness on the tip of my nose... Hiei?
"Hn. Of course it's me, baka. Who else?"
I must have said that aloud. I decided not to reply for a moment, but eventually let one eye open. Hiei was sitting on the couch, looking out the window. I knew he saw nothing, for he usually was lost in his own thoughts.
I liked the way the light flickered against his long black hair, causing it to shine in one place and spread, revealing bluish highlights. The short white starburst, though only half-visible to me, gave off silver highlights.
Beautiful...
He suddenly turned to me, one eyebrow arched in question. His eyes burned at mine with a slightly curious flame. "Hn? Kurama, did you say something...?"
I eyed him lazily and shrugged a little. "I don't know."
He frowned cutely and blinked. He turned away.
Hiei...
I sighed and stood up kind of noisily. I strode over to my demon and sat down near him, peering over his shoulder as he sat, cross-legged, on the living room's windowsill. I set my eyes onto his own, seeing as they stared at the outdoors with a guarded façade over them. This façade hid his true emotions, and a pastime as of late for me was to unlock these walls.
"Hiei?"
"Hn?"
"Look, I'm sorry if I've been muttering things.. it must be because I've been up about as long as you. This is one way that I do not like my human reincarnation."
He quickly looked back at me. He hadn't ever heard of me complain about my human form. "Despite its flaws, it's very befitting of a youko as you."
I smiled a little and rested my head against one lithe shoulder. I fell into a light doze.
End Day 18's morning
I was **********THIS********** close to killin' fanfiction.net! I couldn't upload for **5** days! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
This chappie's form is kinda rough, so I'm planning on adding things and smoothing other stuff out. If anyone has ANY ideas for some pastimes for the YYH Gang to go on, pleaz tell me?
R&R!
Started 6/9/03, 1:46PM Finished 6/14/03(?)