A/N: Here's a fanfic for all the other deranged people at the "Hiei is Kurama's Bitch" guild, and for other crazy people, too. So yay! I'm fed up with attempting to write drama, so it's all romance/humour from now on, until I decide to stop—though I hope people aren't scared away by this fic…
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Sesame Street (though I wish I owned the latter, 'cause then I could stop the terrible mistake).
Summary: Hiei finds himself suddenly on Sesame Street and meets up with a certain red-haired beauty.
Hiei's World
Hiei looked around curiously at the unfamiliar surroundings. He hadn't a clue how he ended up in such a place, where the air smelled so fresh, and the parks always seemed to be filled with happy children. Hiei had been walking down a street which seemed to stretch on forever, and all along it, there wasn't sight nor sound of fighting, traffic, or the blabbering of humans. The youkai thought it strange, but somehow couldn't fear it at all. It was too happy to be suspicious. Though, he remembered, despite the surreal scenery, he was still, well, lost. Not that Hiei would ever outwardly admit to it.
Taking in a deep breath, and with noting the scents of flowers and old, rusty metal, Hiei started to wonder where exactly he was, and if he would be able to get back home before dark. His wife was sure to worry if he was gone anytime past seven O'clock. Not that he had a wife, of course, which may or may not have been the reason he wandered off so far in the first place.
Something within Hiei was changing for the worse. He was becoming dependant, reliant, and the most horrific of all: he was starting to need people. And as he knew full well, people who need people are the luckiest people in the world, but he still felt like crap, because nobody would want him, or embrace the fact that he was weak at times. And the only person Hiei could think of that might possibly have romantic interest in him was probably expecting him to be strong and gruff as he always was, not the pitifully frail sack of abandoned, wet kittens that the once strapping youkai was becoming so quickly. It was best that he left, he decided. It promised to be much less embarrassing than when Kurama inevitably found him out to be… attached, not that Kurama didn't already know on some mental, interconnected level.
Then at last, Hiei looked up from his shoes, which he'd been staring at for the duration of his self reassurance, if you could call it that, and what befell his large, red eyes relieved a lot of his cogitation.
"Sesame Street," Hiei read aloud to himself, gazing at the sign in subtle awe. So that's where he was.
Kurama swiftly licked the nub of his thumb before turning the page of his morning paper with a casual flick. It was an ordinary day, and all the usual things were going as they always did, with simply complex timely perfection. However, something seemed to be missing, and because of that, the morning was when stripped of all codes, the most boring sight one could ever see.
The redhead threw his paper on the table in front of him in a fit of annoyance, being quite careful to avoid crinkling or ripping the pages of the daily news' paper informant. He truly was upset over the missing piece of his daybreak. Sure, everything was very peaceful, but drab was nothing he particularly missed when his "boyfriend" was around. He enjoyed Hiei's constant mishaps and embarrassing collisions with random objects. It was cute, and he dearly wished Hiei was always with him to keep his poor self from falling off his rocker, or rather even getting into it. And thus the fantasy went. Kurama doubted Hiei was interested in that sort of thing. Even if Hiei hypothetically was attracted to Kurama and desired a romantic relationship with him, Hiei would probably be far too proud to admit that what he really needed was someone to hold him and to accept his unwillingly gentle side. Kurama sighed. At least he had a dream.
But it seemed to Kurama that Hiei and his slowly developing love-filled bond was just in Kurama's mind. For one, Hiei hadn't been around in days. The gap between the current moment and the last time the fox had a visit with his best friend had spanned exactly one week already, and Kurama was becoming worried, since before then Hiei had come every other day at the least. And secondly, even when Hiei was a regular visitor to the residing home of the former Youko Kurama, partly for legal reasons, the conversation wasn't exactly flowing, and they mostly just sat in awkward silence. Kurama was afraid that maybe his affections for the little demon had not only scared the dialogue out of their talks, but also scared away the one he wasn't talking to in the first place.
—A whole week…
Averting his glance to the television, he saw that a low-speed chase had developed, and it involved the man he heard recently escaped from prison and had gone missing for quite a while. How did they find him, anyway, Kurama wondered? Hmm… a low-speed chase after a man gone astray? That seemed like the perfect thing to spice up Kurama' morning.
Hiei had wandered far beyond the street sign, and into a quiet, quaint little town. It almost seemed like the town was a home, rather than many of them, Hiei observed, and the large park he had passed earlier was like its front yard. Despite Hiei's better judgment that screamed at him to get out of there and back to, well, a more familiar place to walk around lacking direction, the vertically challenged demon continued deeper down the street, until the distinctive sound of mystery hit his ears.
"Who's there?" Hiei called out loudly, after hearing what sounded like someone rummaging inside a trashcan. Hiei searched around until his eyes met with the single, shaking trashcan. Then, suddenly, a figured popped its head from within it—a very… odd-looking creature. It was green, scraggly (as one might expect something that came out of the trash to look like), and had an overall essence of, of… grouchy filth.
"What are you doing near my can?" the little green thing hollered back, looking aggravated.
"What are you doing in that can?" Hiei retorted hastily.
"I live here," the grouchy one said, in a stressed tone.
Hiei stared for a moment. An angry green guy just popped out of a trashcan and started yelling at him. That wasn't very normal.
This time listening to his reliable sense of decision, Hiei continued walking, quickly getting away from the disgruntled trash man.
'That was weird', Hiei thought to himself, returning to his normal pace. Maybe this wasn't the ordinary, peaceful town he had believed it to be. And to confirm his last idea, Hiei then laid eyes on another abnormal creature.
"Hello!" it said in a high, cheery voice. "What's your name?"
An old hat, a flashlight, and a small bag of homemade trail mix, was all that Kurama was prepared to set off with on his search for Hiei. He didn't actually believe Hiei had gone off as far as he actually did of course. Kurama figured Hiei was probably just hanging around in a park or something. Little did he know that Hiei was about to get involved in something so drastic as to stumbled upon Sesame Street and, dare to think it, make friends there… or worse.
A/N: Don't worry. There will be a chapter two (if anyone's actually read this)! Reviews are looked at with utter love!
