You people are staring to scare me. But thanx for the long reviews.

Kelsey: nods

Kurama knew he should've seen it coming. Like his Mother was going to be okay with what he had told her. When dinner came around, she starting asking questions. "So, Hiei, your father's Fajita Genkian? What was that like?" she asked. Hiei shrugged. "How is it suppose to be?" he asked. Kurama secretly gulped, afraid of what he was going to tell her.

"Well, with all the money he makes, I'm sure life would have been interesting to say the least...What school did you go to?" "What's a school?" Hiei asked, turning to Kurama. The red-head shifted nervously. "You mean you don't know what a school is!" Shiori demanded. Hiei shook his head. The women blinked. She turned to Kurama. "What's going on?"

"Uh, well, you see Mother...Hiei's father wasn't exactly...nice to him. He was locked in his...room most of his life. The only time he left was when he had to." Kurama explained. He just prayed Hiei wouldn't ask something like, "I did"? Oh yeah, he could see that happening. Shiori gaped at him. She turned to Hiei. "Is this true?" He just nodded.

"Kurama had to explain to me what a bus was...And I still don't know what a school is." Hiei said pointedly. Kurama sweat-dropped. Well, he liked to know about the world around him. "I'll explain it later." he replied. Shiori looked sadly at the boy through-out dinner, talking to him. Kurama noticed that she was acting a bit motherly to him.

What really got his attention was when Hiei first took a bite of the Chinese food his mother had made. He blinked at looked at it. "What's wrong, Hiei? Don't like it?" Shiori asked. Hiei shook his head. "It's really... good." he said then quickly ate it. Both of them sweat-dropped. After dinner, Hiei followed Kurama up to him room. "Do you still want to know what a school is?" the red-head asked. Hiei nodded.

"Well, it a facility where children ages 5-18 go to learn how to read, write, and other things, like math. It's required that when you register a child, they must attend, or the parent will get into trouble." Kurama explained. Hiei nodded. "Do you think I can go to school?" Hiei asked. Kurama blinked.

"I...don't think you'd like it. You have to take orders from the teachers. They punish you if you go something out of line. And there are people that aren't the most friendly." he said. "Oh...Kurama?" Said person looked at the boy. "What's a...molester?" Kurama choked. "What!" "A child molester. When you were talking about school, that word entered your mind." Hiei explained.

"Hiei, please don't read my mind." Kurama said firmly before replying. "A child molester is a person who takes advantage of a child, mostly likely under 18." Hiei "oh"ed and laid on the ground. "Hiei, you could sleep on the bed. I can sleep on the floor." Kurama suggested. Hiei shook his head. "It's comfy down here." Kurama shrugged and went to sleep. Thank whatever god for listening that it was a Friday.

Kurama did NOT like how he awoke. He was in the bed with a warm body next to him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Hiei looking at him. Kurama jumped up. "Hiei! Don't do that again!" he snapped. The hybrid looked hurt. "Okay..." he look down at the covers, not making eye contact. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad."

Hiei looked happier. He nodded and got up. Kurama had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. What was wrong with him? He just shook his head and ignored the butterflies in his stomach and followed Hiei downstairs. His mother had left a note saying she'd gone out and wouldn't be back till later.

Kurama just shrugged and went into the kitchen where he was greeted by an...odd sight. Hiei was looking at a toaster...Or what was left of a toaster. It was covered in black flames. "Hiei, what's going on!" He rushed over. Hiei looked up at him. "It tried to bite me." Kurama almost smacked himself in the forehead. "Hiei. It's not really. There's no way it could've tried to bite you." "Your sure?" He asked. Kurama nodded. Hiei stopped the flames and looked down sheepishly. "Oops." 'How am I going to deal with this?'

Well, that's it. Enjoy.