Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
Warning: H/B
Other: Doubledrabble and a half (not counting title or notes); more fluff than the previous two one-shots; as for the last line, I leave it up to you guys what that means.
Touching
There were many kinds of touches. There were friendly pats on the shoulder, consoling back rubs, loving nuzzles, and embarrassing brushes.
Hiei was not a person who enjoyed being touched. It wasn't the contact that bothered him, it was the emotions attached. He had spent most of his life forsaking his feelings, trying to become ice itself, and he didn't want a reminder of the futility of such a goal.
Usually, he flinched. He had even gone so far as to cringe once. Both times the touches had connected, and both times his failure was shoved in his face. He tried not to let it anger him, and knew that he failed again. As much as he tried to be ice, he knew that he was destined to be fire, and fire was a very emotional element.
Recently, he had accepted that. He hadn't given up— Hiei would never admit defeat— he was just...trying something new. That was what the others wanted, right? Not that he cared what they wanted. It wasn't like he cared about them. Hiei, sole master of the Black Dragon, would never sink that low.
No, he simply accepted the touches. Grudgingly, grumpily, sullenly, he let his walls fall and gave feelings a chance. He gave touches a single chance, one shot to impress him.
He should be grateful, then, that she had jumped at the chance. After that, he found that touching could be so much more than just a burden to be tolerated.