A/N: Well, I found myself with nothing to do for the first time in a long time, so I figured I better update this! As always, OOC (or, of course, that the characters have been mostly stripped of their personalities in order to better confront a problem that could very well plague them), and this chapter's dedicated to Katyfoxdemon2 (I miss you!), and to everyone who loves Kurama x Hiei, who is also bored out of their mind.

When You've Nothing to Do:

Do Magic: Part 1 of 3.

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The time was precisely 1: 22 am. The place was precisely Kurama's bedroom. And the cursed item soon to be found was precisely a Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Kurama clutched a mound of his bedding that he'd bunched up and held it against his body as he tried to fall asleep. He kept trying to relax and let the darkness overthrow his thoughts, but it just wouldn't. There was too much working against him in his own mind to keep him awake:

For one, there was a fierce wind outside that blew a branch of a tree just so that with each gust it scraped against his window and created the most annoying noise his ears had ever been plagued with.

For two, there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind, reminding him that if he didn't fall asleep, he would be groggy the next morning. And that was enough to keep him up for hours.

For three, it was oddly cold in his room, and even with all his blankets, he was still chilled.

For four, his hands were dry, yet at risk of becoming more awake, he didn't want to get up and put lotion on them.

For five, his imagination was getting the better of him, and a paranoia that bugs were crawling about his bed filled his mind.

Kurama squirmed.

It just wasn't going to work, and he figured that he may as well just get out of bed and do something useful. So he did.

It occurred to Kurama that he'd been meaning to write Hiei a letter.

Writing a letter was sure to clear his mind and help him fall asleep. In order to write a letter, once must be fully concentrated on not only holding their writing utensil, but making sure said utensil produced what its holder intends. To create an engaging letter, Kurama knew he would also have to put great thought into what was being put on the paper. It could very well be a rather lengthy process.

The redhead grabbed a pen from his desk as he turned on his light. All in an instant, he was blinded by the harsh brightness of the 60wat light bulb, and regrettably dropped his pen.

After regaining his ability to see, he stood from the desk chair and looked around for his dropped utensil. Strangely, he couldn't see it anywhere. He looked under his chair, under his desk, and even in his shirt sleeve, but it wasn't to be found. Finally, he ducked over and checked under his bed, thinking that perhaps it had sprung to life and rolled half way across the room. As unlikely as it seemed, Kurama was surprised to find a pen resting peacefully in the darkness below the mattress. He grabbed it and went back to his letter.

Well, he was off to a good start.

(Crossed out: Dear) Hiei,

The time was precisely 1:30 am. The place was precisely somewhere off in the forest. And the cursed item that had just been activated was precisely a Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Hiei stopped his brisk walk abruptly at the sound of his name. He looked around, curious as to where it came from. He didn't sense any demon nearby, and what human that he knew would be out at this time of night? Well, it didn't really sound like Kuwabara, anyway. And if it had been Kurama, he would have sensed him, right? Hiei was puzzled.

He'd set out on a short trip to visit Kurama, and he figured to drop by on him some time the next morning. Little did the little demon know that what he didn't know was nothing short of a little frightening. Or rather, that he and his foxy friend were being targeted by the greatest evil the worlds had ever known, and that he was walking right into a trap.

Regardless of what was going on that he was unaware of, he could have sworn he heard someone call his name.

The time was precisely 1:32 am. The place was precisely Kurama's bedroom. And the cursed item that had been activated and begun seeping its evils was precisely a Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Kurama wasn't quite sure what to write Hiei about. Not much had happened since his last letter, and he didn't want to risk a boring address. He pondered over it.

'I'll just start over,' Kurama thought to himself as he crumbled up his piece of paper and picked up a new one.

Dear Hiei, he wrote.

'Oh… I did it again.'

Kurama threw out his new letter as well.

The time was precisely 1:39 am. The place was precisely somewhere off in the forest. And the cursed item being used was precisely a Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Hiei looked around again, this time sure that he heard something. Someone had to be following him. Perhaps a predator? No. The voice sounded familiar.

"Who's there?" Hiei yelled.

His voice echoed through the forest.

There was no response.

He was confused.

1: 42 am. Kurama's bedroom. Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

After a lot of thought and wasted paper, Kurama came up with the perfect greeting for the beginning of his letter to Hiei.

Dear Hiei, he had written.

He was very pleased with the result.

Sure, before he had his doubts about the word 'dear', but when he pondered over it, he came to the conclusion that he had no reason to worry.

Kurama wiped the sweat from his forehead.

1: 59 am. Somewhere off in the forest. Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Hiei was fed up with all this. Someone was deliberately trying to irritate him! And that's all it was: just some kind of idiotic prank. So instead of going to see whatever it was calling him (since he'd already failed at that), he decided to continue on with what he was originally going to do: visit Kurama.

1: 55 am. Kurama's bedroom. Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Dear Hiei,

(Crossed out: I'm very sorry that I haven't been writing to you lately. I've been too busy for my own good. Ha-ha-ha. But while I'm not working, I'm feeling guilty and worrying about you. I know it's a misconception, but)

Kurama was having a very difficult time with the letter. Nothing was coming out right. He didn't want to sound too worried; Hiei wouldn't appreciate that. But at the same time, he wanted Hiei to feel guilty enough to actually visit him. Sure, corresponding by letter was nice, yet to see Hiei physically was more satisfying.

Oh, the dilemma.

Kurama soon picked up his pen again, though, and attempted the letter again.

Dear Hiei,

I do wish you would come to visit me. I mean, you can't be THAT BUSY! Am I not important to you? Don't you like me? What happened to our friendship, Hiei? Is it so meaningless that you would just throw it away? I don't understand. Aren't I pretty enough for you? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Sex? Is it sex you want? Or maybe you'd like it if I DROPPED DEAD. How would THAT be, HM? Just shut up, Hiei. I will not subject myself to that. You're not worthy!

Kurama inhaled deeply, then continued writing.

I'm so sorry, Hiei. I'm just a little upset. I miss you so much, too much. It's just… you were never a man of words. Letters don't do you justice, and you don't write nearly as sexily as you look. No one does. I really want to see you, just for long enough so that I can keep going on by myself. I've wasted too much time just sitting around and watching Iron Chef while I cry into a pillow and think to myself: why doesn't Hiei love me? YOU INCONSIDERATE BASTARD.

I love you,

Kurama

Kurama stared at the letter for a few minutes. Something about it didn't send the right message, so he crumbled it up as well and grabbed another piece of paper to write a fresh oneone.

2:02 am. Nearly out of the forest. Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Hiei had been severely slowed down over the last few minutes. Now, not only was the voice starting to say exceedingly strange things, he was yelling. And also… it was beginning to sound like… Kurama. Just that thought alone was frightening. Kurama, although it was rare, could yell, he could possibly get carried away too, but he wouldn't call him… sexy.

Hiei shuddered, disturbed by the realization that, even if the voice WAS just in his mind, then it would mean that his subconscious was actually a distraught Kurama that loved him, which was sort of scary. But one thing he knew was that he had to go see Kurama and make sure it wasn't his voice he was hearing.

"Ah!" Hiei yelled, as he heard the voice start talking again.

'Dear Hiei', it said. (It said that a lot.) 'I'm not desperate to see you,' it continued, sounding insincere; 'I don even LIKE Iron Chef.' It just kept getting weirder. 'However, I suppose I would like… just a small… a brief kiss. That's all. Sure. You'd be okay with that. Unless… unless… I'M JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU AM I? You're so egotistical! I can't believe how you're taking advantage of me. You think that just because you're so good-looking, and because I just happen to love you, that you can get me to do ANYTHING. Well, that's not true, so wake up and smell the roses, Hiei! …Which would be very easily done… if you agreed to just come and spend one night with me. Please.'

The poor, confused youkai sulked down to the ground. Something was really wrong with him.

2:15 am. Kurama's bedroom. Mrs. Grippy Jelly Pen.

Well, it had been nearly an hour, and Kurama wasn't getting anywhere with the letter. Actually, he did make it to the top of Mount Emotional Crap, which consisted entirely of violently discarded letters, and he planted a flag that read: Dear Hiei. So, the redhead decided to give up for the night and try to get some sleep again. However, just as he was about to do just so, there was a tap-tap-tap and a scrap-scrap-scrap then a GET THE HELL OVER HERE AND OPEN THE WINDOW, at his window.

"Oh, Hiei! I was just thinking about you," Kurama said, opening up his window quickly, then rushing around to clean up all of the papers. It was after a few moments passed and Hiei had not said a word that Kurama looked over at him, and saw the terribly distraught expression on his friend's face. Hiei had turned pale, he had a sweat, and his arms were twitching. "Are you sick?" the redhead asked worriedly, running over to him.

"I'm… hearing… voices," Hiei said in a horse, nervous stutter.

"Voices?" Kurama repeated.

"A voice."

"A voice?"

"STOP TALKING TO ME!" Hiei yelled.

Kurama wasn't sure what to do, exactly. But he did know that Hiei was in a very fragile state, and needed to be treated kindly, and spoken to softly.

"Hiei, will you please calm down, you're frightening me…"

Hiei, will you please calm down, you're frightening me, Hiei repeated in his mind. 'Hiei', he thought, the i's seemed to make some sort of demented happy face along with the e.

Hiei fell over on the floor, unconscious.

"HIEI!" Kurama cried, caring to his little bundle of a youkai's need to be propped up. After Hiei didn't respond and simply remained limp, Kurama fixed him up on his bed.

Kurama marveled at Hiei's cute expression—sure, he looked as sick as a bee allergic to pollen, but still cute. Oh, but wouldn't it just be the cutest if he left Hiei a message to wake up to, to maybe ease his nerves? Sure, Kurama decided. So he grabbed his pen, then slowly brought it toward Hiei's arm.

–Now, maybe Kurama was just going crazy, or maybe Hiei just didn't like the idea of someone writing on him, but whatever the reason, Hiei immediately shot awake after Kurama had written the words 'You look-'.

"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Hiei yelled, gripping Kurama's shoulders and beginning to shake him vigorously.

With that, Kurama became upset. And in his confusion, his distress, he began to sing a tune, interrupted every once in a while by his sobs.

Hiei stopped his shaking, and watched as Kurama sunk into his chest, pen in hand. Kurama lifted the pen to his own arm, then wrote a messy 'Hiei' on it.

Hiei twitched. So it was that PEN that was causing this. Whatever Kurama wrote, he could hear somehow! Which meant…

"Are you sexually frustrated?" Hiei blurted out, looking down upon Kurama with a certain unease.

"Ummhmm," Kurama whimpered, clutching onto Hiei's shirt as he sadly bit his lip to hold back tears.

Hiei sighed. Poor fox. It looked like Kurama was the one who had actually gone crazy. It was all too obvious. Kurama's writings clearly showed the fact that something was wrong, that he was feeling alone, and that he was all too desperate.

"Where did you get that pen?" Hiei asked, grabbing the tool from Kurama's hand.

"It's the pen I always—wait… I don't know. That isn't my pen," he replied, scooting closer to take a better look.

The two boys remained in their positions for a while. Kurama nuzzled warmly on top of Hiei, staring at the pen in confusion. And Hiei, calming and relaxing Kurama with a gentle rubbing on his back, staring at the pen in confusion.

"That's strange," Hiei said, putting the pen down. Kurama nodded in agreement.

"I wonder how I got it…" Kurama said quietly. Hiei shrugged with uncertainty.

"However it happened, just make sure you stop using it. It's exceedingly annoying."

"Uh-huh."

A/N: Umm… well, this is a strange beginning for a mini-story. I hope it's not TOO confusing or TOO uninteresting. Bored people need to be entertained the most, after all. I promise the next chapter will be better. I won't write it while I'm dead tired next time. Eh-heh…