Geez people! Slow down!

Kelsey: You really like this story don't ya?

Kurama quickly dashed out the door with Hiei right behind him. Now that he thought about it, wouldn't this count as kid-napping?(AN: I HAD to use that idea!) "Uh, Hiei? Why had your father put you in that tank?" the red-head asked. Hiei looked at him for a moment before answering. "I was born different." "How so?" Kurama asked.

"Fajita had been experimenting with some sort of gene-mixer with some weirdo named Ichigaki. They did this to my mother, Hina. It affected me and I was born in flames. My father had been working with theories to live forever and they decided that I was the one to be experimented on because of my high endurance."

Kurama blinked. "That bastard!" He muttered to himself. Hiei smirked at him. The "boy" was really starting to like this red-haired person who had "rescued" him from his father. But there was something he hadn't told Kurama...But how could he explain those things? He sighed, which got Kurama's attention.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. They stopped at a bus stop. Hiei shook his head. 'I won't tell him yet...He isn't ready,' the experiment thought. They watched as a bus pulled up. Kurama was about to go on when he noticed Hiei staring at it skeptically. "Come on, Hiei." he said. "Kurama, what is this?"

His question made the teen look at him. "You've never seen a bus before?" he asked, surprised. Hiei nodded. "Come on, and I'll explain it to you." They walked on and luckily found a seat. Hiei looked at all the people in disgust. "I don't think I like this 'bus' thing." he growled. "Hiei, do you know what a car is?" Kurama couldn't believe he was asking this to a person his age.

"Yeah, my father told me about them." Hiei answered. "Well, a bus is like a giant car that carries people who can't either afford a car or maybe don't have one at the moment." Hiei nodded, showing he understood this. "Kurama?" he began softly. "Why are you doing this for me? My father often talked about how cruel people are, and that their greedy. He was a prime example of that...So why are you so different?"

Kurama looked confused before he smiled. "Yes, some people are like that. But I'm glad to say that most aren't. People come together in many different ways...Like if there's a disaster. People will give up money, clothes, and food to help." he explained. Hiei looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, why do people act like that at one moment then act cruelly another?" he asked, arms crossed.

The teenaged boy blinked. "Why would you ask that?" "Because that person was flirting this that women and just stole her wallet." he said off-handily. Kurama looked up to see the man getting off, winking at a blonde he was just sitting next to him. Seeing how it was their stop he asked the man to wait.

"I'd advise you to return that or I'm going to have to harm you so that you'll beg the police to come and get you away." Kurama said this in a dangerous voice. The man paled and went to return the wallet. Kurama got off the bus with Hiei walking behind him. "Hiei, how did you know that the man had stolen the wallet? You were looking at me the whole time."

"He kept thinking about it and his aura had changed from friendly to malice." Hiei answered. "You read his mind?" Kurama gaped at him. Hiei nodded. "Is that bad?" He asked hesitantly. Kurama shook his head, feeling bad at the sad tone Hiei had used. "No, no! It's just that no one can read minds here."

Hiei just made a little 'oh', and Kurama knew he had hurt his feeling. They started walking towards a two-story white house. "You live here?" Hiei asked. Kurama nodded. He was about to open the door when it opened before he could touch the knob. His mother, Shiori, stood there, not looking happy."Where have you been?" she asked calmly. "The school called saying that they couldn't find you! What if something had happened! Did you even think that maybe you should call?"

Kurama gulped. "Y-yes, well. You see, we were on the field trip and I met Hiei here. His father is Fajita Genkian and they were torturing him!" He yelled the last part. Hiei just stood off to the side. Shiori looked at him then back to her son. She sighed. "Alright...I guess I can let it go this once. Just make sure that it doesn't happen again."

The red-head nodded and motioned for Hiei to follow him upstairs. The boy followed him somewhat timidly. He was looking around the place with an awe look on his face. When they reached the top Kurama led him into his room. "Well, this is it...It's not much but-" Hiei cut him off. "This is quite the place." Kurama smiled.

"Well, there's nothing to really do, I'm afraid. We could listen to music, or read..." "What's...music?" Hiei asked suddenly. Kurama's eyes widened. 'The poor guy...' "Well, let's listen to it and you'll find out." Hiei nodded and watched as Kurama turned on a radio. Hiei jumped slightly when noise came from it. After awhile, Kurama said he had to do some work and Hiei continued listening.

One song immediately caught his attention. "Kurama...I think I like this one." Hiei said. Kurama listened for a minute then nodded. "Yes, I like them a lot too. I have some of their CD's." Hiei nodded, not really paying attention. There was something that he liked about this song.

They blazed a trail I dared to run
They built this world and I have come
I need another, like a brother
For a cryin' shoulder

This could be the last time, you willStand by my side
I can feel my soul it's bleeding, will you fly
With me this evening

Sober mind time now is gone, they carved my
Body not of stone
A pretty maze emptiness, I've said the hell
With all the rest

This could be the last time, you will
Stand by my side
I can feel my soul it's bleeding, will you fly
With me tonight

This could be the last time, you will
Stand by my side
I can feel my soul it's bleeding, will you fly
With me this evening

Yes, that's By My Side by 3 Doors Down. I named this story after it. You'll see why in later chapters.