Okay, I changed my mind, now this is going to be a collection of YYH one-shots. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! These fics will contain yaoi, yuri, suicide, fluff, comedy, probably everything there is. One particular OC will be making appearances, just so we're clear, Mahiru is MINE. Okay, moving on...

Disclaimer- If I owned YYH I wouldn't be writing this.

CHAPTER 2

First Love's Jealousy

Summary- Hiei/Kurama yaoi. Set just before they steal the Three Artifacts from Reikai. Kinda the first hints at their relationship getting deeper than shown in the anime/manga.

The autumn night was peaceful. Only a few clouds shone silver in the moonlight, highlighted against a blue-black sky. The stars were faint and few as the combined lights of the full moon and city blotted them out. A faint wind rustled the leaves scattered on the suburban streets. A black shadow flitted over the roof tops and lighted on a bare tree branch on a knarled tree growing beside a small house that looked like any other house on the block, except for the well kept garden.

The shadow positioned himself on a branch where he could see into the lighted bedroom, but the room's occupants could not see him. The light from the window illuminated a pair of slanted crimson eyes set in a pale face. A white head band crossed his forehead and wild black hair with blue and white highlights stuck up in every direction.

Hiei settled onto the branch and focused on the bedroom. The room was mid-sized, with a low bed pushed against the wall just under the window. A low table that served as a desk sat in the middle of the floor with four cushions pushed underneath. A full bookshelf was perpendicular to the bed, and a bureau was pushed beside the closed door that lead to the rest of the house.

Hiei turned his attention to the occupants. One was a teenaged girl. She looked to be around fifteen years old with long dark brown hair held back from her pointed face by a black scarf. Her tawny gold eyes were as angular as her face. She wore a pair of plain blue jeans and a loose black tank top, exposing muscular bare arms. She sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with a mirror beside her. The second occupant sat on the floor infront of her, facing the door. Hiei didn't have to see his face to know what he looked like, the brilliant emerald eyes and beautiful face framed by silky rose-red hair continued to haunt his dreams. The girl's nimble fingers twined through Kurama's hair, braiding the silky locks together.

Edging closer, Hiei could hear their conversation.

"Mahiru, what in the world are you doing to my hair?" Kurama demanded, his voice was lined by laughter and mock irritation.

"Would you chill? You'll find out when I'm done," the girl, Mahiru, replied. Hiei could hear the grin in her voice.

She wrapped a hair-tie around the end of the braid. "Okay, now you can look." She passed the mirror to Kurama. He turned his head to watch the mirror out of the corner of his eye and studied the resulting braid.

"No offense, but I think I prefer it down," Kurama said drily. Mahiru smiled and plucked the mirror out of his hands. "I'd have to agree. It's way too weird seeing you with your hair up." She pulled out the hair-tie and un-did the braid.

Hiei's grip tightened on the branch, splintering the wood as he watched the scarlet hair slide through her fingers. 'What does that feel like?' he wondered, raising a hand to his rigid black hair. Hiei allowed himself the tiniest fantasy of Kurama's slender fingers running through his hair then surpressed it as simply that, a fantasy. Hiei was the Imiko of the Floating City of the Koorime. Banished for merely being born, to horrible to live with. How could the famed Yoko Kurama stand to be anywhere near him?

"Are you done petting my hair yet?" Kurama's voice demanded wryly. A blush rose to Mahiru's face and she sat on her hands.

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I have done no such thing!" she exclaimed in pseudo-indignation. Kurama turned to face her from his spot on the floor, smiling.

"Of course you didn't, you were just combing out non-existent tangles with your fingers," he replied sarcastically.

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, grinning.

'Yoko Kurama, joking with a ningen female. Over his hair of all things,' Hiei thought, in wonder. Why is it that a mere human was closer to Kurama than he was? What made her so special that Kurama had refused to break this "date" with her to steal the Three Treasures of the Reikai? Goki could mutter all he wanted about Kurama going soft in Ningenkai, Hiei had seen Kurama fight. He was anything but soft in battle.

"Have you heard anything about 'baasan?" Mahiru asked, her voice had turned serious. A shadow darkened Kurama's eyes.

"Hai, she's getting worse. The doctors are pessimistic about her chances," Kurama's fluid voice was grave and harsh with worry.

Hiei's gut tightened. Of course, how could he forget? Kurama's ningen mother, Minamino Shiori, was in sick in the hospital. What gave this girl the right to refer to Kurama's ningen mother as an aunt? They certainly weren't related. Hiei scowled. 'Maybe Goki was right, maybe Kurama has gotten soft, worrying about a stupid human.'

Mahiru slid to the floor and placed one arm around Kurama's shoulders, and the other hand clasped his hands. "She's going to be fine," she murmured to him. Kurama's head was hung forward, hiding his face from view. "No matter what happens, she'll be okay."

Kurama looked up. His eyes were harsh jade stones, frigid with determination. "She will be healthy again," he said. It was unclear if the statement was a promise to no one or just an agreement with what Mahiru had said. His eyes shifted to soft mossy green once more and he joined his hand with Mahiru's, twining their fingers together.

Hiei surpressed the surge of jealousy and scolded himself. 'What do I care if he has feelings for some baka ningens? As long as we get the job done, it's none of my buisness,' he thought furiously. 'Baka, feelings like that are just a weakness that will get you killed someday.' Any emotion during a battle became a distraction. Especially when those emotions involved fear for someone else's life. What good came from being so concerned with someone else's well being that one forgot to focus on their own battle and died themselves. Hiei stood, swearing silently to himself.

'Why did I even come here tonight? To spy? What do I care if he mates with this girl or not? It's not any of my concern. It's not like he means anything to me beyond a partner,' he told himself. 'Baka, you're getting distracted.' Hiei vanished into the night.

Hiei waited outside the school. Anticipation caused one or two butterflies to flutter around his stomach. A few more hours and the three treasures would be within his reach. The school bell chimed and a flood of teenaged ningens exited the building, all wearing the same fuschia uniform. The crowd dwindled and Hiei slipped into the gates to the school and leaned against the wall to wait.

The front doors to the school opened and Kurama emerged. Hiei's pulse quickened. It should be illegal for anyone to look so beautiful. Kurama's hair flashed and shifted in the dying sunlight and his moss green eyes brightened when they settled on the short black-clad demon leaning against the wall. As much as he hated to admit it, the fuschia uniform looked good on Kurama, the fabric clung just enough to show the lean figure under the cloth.

Behind Kurama was the same girl from the night before, Mahiru. Hiei's eyes darkened, he hadn't been able to see Kurama alone for sometime, now this baka ningen was stealing the few precious moments they had together. He straightened from the wall and cast a questioning look at Kurama as they approached.

She fell in step beside Kurama as he approached Hiei. Her eyes were bright with curiosity as she studied the small demon.

"Mahiru, this is Jaganshi Hiei. Hiei-kun, Hikaru Mahiru," Kurama introduced.

Mahiru bowed politely, Hiei inclined his head in acknowledgement. "It's an honor to meet you, Jaganshi-san," she said solemnly.

"Hn."

She grinned. "Not much of a talker, are you? Shuichi said you weren't very social."

'Shuichi–? Oh, of course, Kurama's ningen name. Minamino Shuichi.'

She glanced down at her watch. "Shimatta," she muttered. "Gomen ne, Shuichi, Jaganshi-san, I have to get going. I have to get to Drama Club before Yanagi-sensei get's pissy. Sayonara!" She turned towards the school and leaned towards Kurama. "Your boyfriend's cute," she whispered, just barely loud enought for Hiei to hear.

The fire youkai growled and went for his katana. Kurama's hand closed over Hiei's as Mahiru sprinted for the school and vanished into the building.

"She was kidding, Hiei," Kurama said. Hiei released his katana and the two demons started down the street to somewhere more isolated to meet Goki.

"Who was that?" Hiei demanded.

"Mahiru? She's been living next-door to us since I came to Ningenkai," Kurama replied. "My 'kaasan and her's are friends. As a result, we became friends."

"Friends?" Hiei snorted in derision. "Are you certain that's all it is?" his voice was gruff and demeaning, but secretly he hoped and was angry with himself for hoping.

"Quite certain. She's never thought of me as anything more than a brother," Kurama replied flatly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his soft mouth. "And if you're referring to last night, that was nothing more than friends hanging out as friends do in this world."

If Hiei didn't have complete control over his body, he would have been blushing. "How did you know I was there?" he demanded cooly.

"I always know when you're nearby."

Not knowing how to respond, Hiei remained silent.

Kurama sighed inwardly. 'Well, what did you expect? Hiei's not one to be blatant about his emotions. You should know that better than anyone,' he thought to himself. 'Though, there's still the question as to why he was at my house last night. What reason did he have for being there at all?'

"Why were you at my place anyway?" Kurama asked. A feral gleam shined in his eyes, barely noticeable throught the sunlight reflecting off his eyes.

Hiei shrugged. "Making sure you don't get so distracted by ningen foolishness that you would forget or screw up our mission today," was the curt reply.

'Oh no, that's not why you were there. We both know it,' the Yoko thought.

Yoko slipped a hand around Hiei's waist and pulled the unsuspecting fire youkai close to his side. Hiei tensed and his crimson eyes were wide in surprise. "Don't pretend you aren't caught up in Ningen emotions, Hiei. You've been in Ningenkai too long to be able to avoid them," he murmured. The Yoko's hand slid away from Hiei's waist with deliberate slowness.

The smaller demon jerked away. A tinge a of pink shaded his pale cheeks. "Don't be ridiculous, you think I would fall for such idiocy as ningen emotions? I have better things to do," his voice was steady and cold. If Kurama hadn't seen the blush, he might have almost believed Hiei's acting.

Hiei strode ahead of Kurama and took to the rooftops. The Yoko watched him, a sly smile curling over his face. 'You can't escape me that easily,' Yoko thought. 'You caught my attention, Kohi, and I know I have yours. You can't run from me forever.'

(Kohi- means 'little fire')