Frolicking Chibis

I recently stumbled upon my old account, and this was a fan fiction among them. Except, of course, I had an OC in it, but I've decided to replace her with our very dear Kurama. He'll be very out of character, though. I like making Kurama cheery. And hyper. And homosexual.

This isn't exactly what it was on the other account. I rewrote the whole thing quite some time ago, and I found it today. I liked it, so I'll share it with the world.

Oh, and by the way. Titles for the chapters are bits of Japanese songs I liked at the time of rewriting the fic. This chapter's is from Mizu Kagami sung by Chichiri, from the anime series Fushigi Yuugi.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. I'd give Sensui and Itsuki more scenes together if I did. D:

Rated PG-13 For: Language, mainly. Nothing too horrible. And hints of yaoi. Hiei is totally gay in my little world. With Kurama. Ah, yes.

Chapter One: Feeling of Love Become Thorns

"La li ho," Kurama muttered as he entered Koenma's office, a dull expression across his face.

Noticing the awkward silence, his eyes willingly scanned the room. Nearly jumping back twenty clear feet, he spotted Jaganshi Hiei, in the dimmest corner of the room. His back was pressed against the wall, his arms crossed in frustration.

"Hey, Hiei," the light-haired boy greeted, strolling over to him. "Where's everyone?"

"Hn," Hiei snorted. Out of nowhere appeared a bulging black garbage bag. A few dime-sized holes were neatly poked in various places along side a knot tied at its top.

Kurama stared down at it for a minute. He wasn't exactly the brightest person when it came to common sense, but even he knew humans threw trash into bags like that. So trash caused the absence of his acquaintances?

Hiei tapped his left foot impatiently. Kurama took the hint and carefully untied the top. Shrugging, he peered inside.

Inside were the cutest midgets Kurama had ever seen (they were the only midgets Kurama had ever seen). They would've been ten times more irresistible if they didn't look like mini-clones of his friends. Yusuke, Keiko, Yukina, and Botan… Doggie-piled on top of a peach-colored pillow. They have soft, life-like snores, too…

Kurama wasn't very impressed, though.

"Nice… er… demented plushies you have…" he said, still blinking down at the bag.

"It's them," Hiei answered simply.

"You mean… they're chibis?"

"I… guess…"

Kurama froze.

"But where's Kuwabara?"

"Right behind you, answered Hiei, holding back a smirk.

Raising an eyebrow, he turned around… and there was super-deformed Kuwabara. He was wearing a miniature version of his school uniform. Actually quite fond of petite inanimate objects, Kurama refrained from squealing.

"Kuwabara, there you are!"

Kuwa remined silent, his right eyebrow raising in interest.

"…"

"Can you come over here?" Kurama commanded, scolding him.

"I can, but I just don't want to," chibi Kuwabara answered sarcastically.

Kurama was minutes away from bursting a vein.

"Damned BRAT! Get your chibified ass over here and crawl into that stupid bag." He jammed his finger in the direction of the garbage bag, which lied stiffly on the ground.

"No!" Kuwabara squealed.

"Why not?"

"Because of him!" He motioned over to Hiei, who rolled his eyes abruptly.

"What has he ever done to you?" barked the red-haired bishounen.

"Correction: what did he ever do to them." Kuwabara's forefinger landed on the little hand poking out of the black, plastic container. "You wouldn't believe how you got them into that hell hole."

Kurama caught a glimpse at Hiei. He showed no sign of care or notice. His attention seemed to be on a patch of wall somewhere.

Kuwabara took his silence as a cue to go on.

"He jabbed each of them in the stomach at least twice, dumped the trash out of that thing, and then threw them in. I hid under that hideous desk over there and watched the whole thing."

"I don't blame him," Kurama muttered dully. "Now get into the fucking bag."

"Why? Aren't you gonna hurt him or something?"

"If you haven't noticed, you're the chibi, not me. When I'm irritated, 'pinching' isn't an option. Now get into the bag."

All of a sudden, Kuwabara toppled over. Kurama's jaw dropped… and then quickly closed up again.

Well, this proved how fast Hiei was.

"Thanks," mumbled Kurama. He didn't bother to pick Kuwabara's body up. He's never touched him before, and wasn't going to begin now.