A/N: Here's chapter two of this boredom-induced mini-saga, ya'll. As always, this fanfic and all its chapters are dedicated to Katyfoxdemon2 (who's apparently up and writing again, so go read her stuff!), and all who find themselves with nothing better to do than read my fanfic.

When You've Nothing to Do:

Do Magic: Part 2 of 3.

The time was precisely 12:57pm. The place was precisely Kurama's kitchen. And the cursed item soon to be found was precisely a piece of Double Bubble Wubble Chub.

Kurama made his way through the kitchen, gracefully preparing many a food stuffs. He was feeling so much better this morning than he had the night before. For one, Hiei had finally come to visit. What a joyously reassuring event. Hiei really did value him after all. And for two, his mind was much more at ease. He had slept so well and felt so refreshed.

Kurama smiled to himself. The sun was shining, Iron Chef was on, and Hiei would be down any minute. Oh, how he loved being so warmly snuggled against Hiei… Then an ingenious idea fell off the cliff of Insanity Drive and landed right in the soft, pink-colored magic land located in Kurama's mind: Hiei didn't seem to mind when the redhead fell asleep on him, not at all. So maybe, just maybe, Kurama decided, Hiei could be persuaded into a romance-filled evening with him.

Kurama gasped to himself with the realization that this was the most brilliant idea ever spawned. But he had to make sure it was all done in just the right manner.

The time was precisely 1:06pm. The place was precisely Kurama's bedroom. And the cursed item soon to be found was precisely a piece of Double Bubble Wubble Chub.

Hiei slipped his right shoe on slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face that showed with utter perfection his thoughtful mental state. He had uncovered the mystery of the voice, but he still had yet to figure out what exactly was wrong with Kurama. Well, it seemed like the best way to get to the bottom of things would be by asking Kurama himself what was going on. And to do that, Hiei would need Kurama to be calm, relaxed, and comfortable, to make sure that the redhead didn't break down again.

Confirming his idea, Hiei stood, and proceeded to meet hid friend in the kitchen.

The time was precisely 1:09pm. The place was precisely Kurama's kitchen. And the cursed item soon to be found was precisely a piece of Double Bubble Wubble Chub.

"Hiei!" Kurama said cheerfully as the youkai approached him. "I'm glad you're here; lunch is almost ready."

Hiei nodded and took a seat on one of three stools in the kitchen area. As Kurama wiped the counter down, Hiei merely watched, and the fox became rather nervous.

"Kurama, what do you have planned for today?"

Kurama accidentally threw a knife across the kitchen.

"W-what?"

"Did you make plans to do anything today? If not, I was thinking that maybe we could do something…"

Kurama's heart pounded as he lowered to the floor and slinked across it to retrieve his knife. He held the sharp instrument of chopping tightly in his hands and thought about all the things Hiei might possibly want to do. Maybe they could spend the day reading from Kurama's obscure script collection…

"Oh, John of Bennis Field, don't you want the hand of my fair young maiden?"

"Kurama, do I really have to—"

"Stay in character!"

"…Why… Miss Betty… although you're quite the fair young maiden, I have already… uh… already promised my love to the neighbor of mine in West of Bennis Field."

"Her? HER? Why, my sweet, sweet John of Bennis Field, you know she'll never love you like I do, like I have. She'll never be the one who takes care of you forever. You know that girl has an eye for that Baker of East Bennis Field! She won't resist him, even for such a great man as yourself. Now kiss me, John! Kiss me long and kiss me deep!"

"M-Miss Betty, you know your father's already planning to have me killed. One kiss may… rush his intentions."

"You need not mind my father, dear, handsome John of Bennis Field. The bond of true love shall smite my father."

"O… okay, Miss Betty… I… I'll give to you… the kiss you want, j-just as you… desire it."

"Oh, come to me my John of Bennis Field!"

"…Kurama… do I really have to kiss—"

"Stay in character!"

Or maybe they could camp outside for the night…

"Kurama, are you scared?"

"Of course not… Well, that mean old possum did frighten me a little. Could you hold me, Hiei?"

"You're really scared? Seriously?"

"Hiei…"

"All right, all right! Don't start crying!"

"Oh, thank you. You don't know how much safer I feel in your arms."

"…Um…"

"Now kiss me, John! Kiss me long and kiss me deep!"

Or, or, they could have a night of pure passion…!

"Hiei, darling, why don't you come closer, make yourself comfortable near me here…"

"Kurama, what is it exactly that you want…?"

"Come here, Hiei!"

"Ah!"

"This is MY fantasy, and for once, you're going to be my ideal Hiei Love God, got it?"

"I get it! Please don't hurt me…"

"Hurt you? Never Hiei, never. Don't worry. Kurama's not going to let anything harm you ever."

"Uh-huhmm…"

"Now, tell me exactly how you want Kurama to love you, baby."

"I don't have anything planned, Hiei," Kurama said, struggling to stand with his shaking knees.

"Okay. Then why don't we go into the living room and relax for a minute," Hiei suggested, trying to somehow lead Kurama into the conversation of what the hell was wrong with him.

Kurama nearly began crying as he heard Hiei's request. Oh, the one thing he hadn't thought of: CUDDLING. He felt dizzy, and the redhead stammered over to the oven and banged his head into the glass of the food porthole as he half collapsed.

"Kurama!" Hiei cried out in alarm, rushing over to help his friend back up onto his feet. "Are you all right?"

The poor, dazed boy lost all and any control he might have once had over his body and fell backwards onto Hiei, causing the youkai to bash his own head on the floor.

Kurama quickly stood up and grabbed Hiei's hands, and with one powered pull, lifted Hiei back up.

"Is your head all right?" Kurama asked, sounding very upset and very concerned.

"Yeah… this sort of broke my head's fall," Hiei said, holding out a pack of Double Bubble Wubble Chub Gum.

"That's weird," Kurama said, taking the gum and inspecting it. "I don't buy this kind of gum."

"Hmm. Odd."

"Want a piece?"

"Sure. Why not."

And with that, Kurama ignored all the bad omens surrounding the gum and gave a piece to Hiei.

"How is it?" Kurama asked, looking at his friend curiously.

It's okay.

"That's good—"

"It's okay."

There was a moment of silence. Hiei was confused. How did Kurama know he would find the gum acceptable? Or maybe the redhead was merely shrugging Hiei's response off in annoyance, with sarcasm, and a hateful string of emotions left imprinted in Kurama's mind because Hiei had seen him in such a shameful state the night before. Yeah, something like that. On the other hand, though, Kurama was wondering why he had commented so soon, before Hiei even answered. But he would have sworn that he heard him talk already….

Understanding their mutual misunderstanding of the situation, Kurama quickly changed the subject.

"Let's go into the other room!" And with that said, Kurama latched onto Hiei's arm and dragged him into the TV room.

Despite the strange occurrence that had just so recently occurred, Kurama was still extremely excited about Hiei's blatant signals of immensely undeniable lust for his foxy, delicious demeanor. 'Relaxing'? Relaxing wasn't something people normally get together to do, after all. Friends don't 'relax' together. They do just the opposite! They do things! They go out and about, they sing in the streets, and they go wild with their spiffy credit cards and have a hoot escaping the bill collectors, all the while improvising their own chase music with whatever instruments they can find! No. Relaxing was made for married couples, and people who know each other so well that they didn't need to talk anymore. Relaxing was for lovers who wanted to enjoy each other's company. Relaxing was for people who wanted to bask in the utter sexiness of the person beside them.

He's very excited for some reason…

"YOU THINK?" Kurama yelled in an eruption of half passion, half anger towards Hiei's unknowing attitude. Hiei looked distressed.

"What's wrong with you, Kurama?" Hiei asked, after the two had positioned themselves on the loveseat.

Kurama's eyes watered. Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it clear that he was excited about Hiei's offer to snuggle 'till the cows come home? Wasn't it all too certain that nothing was wrong, and that he was the happiest, giddiest he'd ever been?

"Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong!" But before Kurama could continue, something came into mind. He didn't buy that kind of gum. Why would it be there? And why was it that, just as Hiei started to chew it, Kurama started hearing him speak when he wasn't even moving his lips…?

While Kurama was having an epiphany, Hiei was as curious as a fluffy kitten in a department store (analogy subject to perception).

He seems upset… Maybe I should try to comfort him, like I did last night, Hiei thought.

Kurama scooted closer to Hiei, and put on his most pathetic-looking, cute expression, then, with Kurama within perfect reach and position, Hiei wrapped his arm around the fox's shoulders and hugged him softly.

"It's okay, Kurama. You can tell me what your problem is."

I wonder if he really thinks I'm sexy, like he wrote in his letter…

"My problem… is… you… you're just… too… sexy," Kurama sobbed, taking advantage of Hiei's hug as much as he could to get in closer to him. That pen was a terrible pain, but the gum Kurama liked.

"What?" Hiei asked, looking a little surprised. He's snapped.

"I'm serious, Hiei-Bunny. I really like you, and it's making me go crazy."

What can I do to help him…? Eh…

"Hiei, just hold me like this. I'll be okay… I just hope you don't mind that I might fall asleep, and talk about you when I do."

Hiei was devoid of thoughts and words.

"Though… if you were to—no. You would never want to."

"Never want to what?" Hiei asked, gently pushing Kurama away to look him in the eye, and as we all must know, it's almost always the case that one's eyes are on or near one's face, and Hiei saw while on his eye quest that Kurama had a very strange look on his face. One that seemed to say: 'hello, Hiei. Will you marry me?' He was blushing, too. And after seeing all this, Hiei had but one thought: what the hell?

"Maybe you could… just kiss me—once! That's all I ask."

I guess I wouldn't really mind that…

Before Hiei could technically answer, Kurama had lunged forward and attacked Hiei in a mini-fit of love. Lips exploring around Hiei's neck, heart pounding, and hands playing a friendly game of 'finding out where Hiei's ticklish', Kurama was one happy fox, and Hiei was one stunned rabbit.

"Kur…!" was all Hiei managed to say.

Kurama's completely serious, Hiei thought in shock, and it's sort of… nice.

"Are you all right, Bunny?" Kurama asked, after Hiei had stopped moving and breathing.

Kurama…

"Did I do something wrong, Hiei?"

No…Kurama, you haven't.

Kurama was beginning to like being able to read Hiei's mind. It could let him know exactly what Hiei wanted, and in turn giving Kurama exactly what he wanted as well.

Kurama lifted himself off and away from Hiei for a moment, and signaled for his friend to sit up himself. And Hiei did just so, also moving toward Kurama and taking up residence in his lap—it was quite an exclusive place to live. Then, to Kurama's shock and horror, Hiei removed the gum from his mouth and disposed of it before Kurama knew what was going on.

The redhead stared, looking unbelievably distraught and displeased with the utterly confused Hiei's actions. Kurama looked so unhappy, in fact, that Hiei was almost insulted.

"Why did you do that, Hiei?" Kurama yelled, disregarding that Hiei's ears were so close to his mouth that they were practically related.

"Do what?" Hiei retorted, shouting equally as loud as his companion did in an offended shrill commonly used by discontented young human girls attempting to convince somebody of something that really didn't matter in the slightest, yet was still emotionally heavy and dejected.

Kurama remained silent. He was just too upset for words for some reason.

"I'm leaving!" Kurama stood up and began to cry as he ran away, out of the room in a terribly overdramatic huff.

Hiei mumbled to himself and stood, hurrying into the kitchen in a rage. That gum had left an awful aftertaste.