"Addicted to You"
Author Note: I'm terribly sorry, but I had to revise this chapter. Please re-read, those of you who have read it a LONG time ago and ware waiting ever so patiently for an update to my most popular story. OK, I've added a different ending and this should get my brain back in gear. I think I confused myself when I left it the way it was…. Enjoy! More to come! –Bows to loyal fans apologetically- -Saku
"Hiei! Hiei, wait please. Why did Yusuke accuse you of taking his friend's wallet?" Kurama asked, once he caught up with a now angry Hiei heading up the stairs to second floor. Hiei ignored him and took the steps two at a time, reaching second and turning down another hallway filled with chattering students. Kurama did his best to keep up with the smaller.
"Hiei, please talk to me."
Hiei stopped walking. The redhead, not foreseeing this sudden move, bumped into him from behind.
"I didn't steal the kid's wallet." Hiei looked over his shoulder, his ruby irises delving into very close emerald ones. Kurama's eyes were mystifying at such a close range and Hiei tore his gaze away, feeling somewhat entranced.
Kurama noticed the other's eyes seemed to be saying something that their owner would not and he pressed the issue further for the sake of his own understanding. "Why does Yusuke think it was you?"
"Because I was there when that guy did." Hiei nodded his head towards the tallest guy out of a group flinging pennies down the hallway floors. The indicated was sitting on the window ledge laughing and challenging the other boys to whip coins at passing students.
Kurama frowned, recognizing the school bully. "Tim Deigo?"
"I don't know the guy's name and I personally don't care. It's none of my business." Hiei turned and continued walking past the group near the window. Kurama followed him, going over this new truth in his mind.
"Hey Minamino, baby. What's a girl like you doing on second? Shouldn't you be in the library prepping for university?" Tim and the others laughed, flinging pennies at him and Hiei as they went by. Hiei blocked one from hitting his head and kept walking. Kurama stopped in front of the naive bully who sat on the window ledge and chucked another coin at him.
Angry for being called a girl and by the same guy who was the very reason Yusuke didn't like Hiei, Kurama caught the penny and stepped up to a startled Deigo. Leaning one hand against the windowpane to the right of the teen's head, Kurama whispered menacingly into his ear.
"I don't like the way you speak to me. And the fact that you are tossing away money that doesn't even belong to you proves your inferiority."
Deigo's friends chuckled nervously, determined to keep up their tough facade around the other students in the hall despite the fact that their leader was being told off by Kurama Minamino. Deigo remained silent, returning the red head's stare confidently. But Kurama knew it was a front; he could tell by the way the boy was clenching the windowsill with long, white fingers.
"Return what you have stolen or Yusuke will find out the truth and this will get alot uglier than you've already made it." Kurama winked, tossed his penny back to the now visibly worried Deigo, and continued in the direction Hiei had gone.
The hallway was silent for a whole five minutes afterward.
The bell rang, announcing zero period and Kurama, having given up on tracking down the ever elusive Hiei, made his way up to meditation class. Despite Hiei's ability to disappear, it would be awfully hard for the teen to avoid Kurama all day seeing as they had four classes together.
"Good morning, Minamino-san." Greeted a stunningly beautiful navy blue-haired girl in a short, green skirt and white blouse standing in the doorway.
"Ohayou, Fu-san. How was the volleyball game last night?" Kurama asked, pulling off his shoes and placing them with the others near the door.
Beaming, the girl looked at her toes and blushed faintly. "We won. I SO rocked the house that game!" She threw herself at her friend, hanging from his neck and giggling like she'd just downed a bottle of sake. "Why weren't YOU there to witness my awesome-ness, Mr. Yin's-game-wasn't-important-enough-for-me-to-make-an-appearance?"
"I'm truly sorry, Yin!" Kurama sputtered as she put him into a headlock and messed up his hair with her free hand. "I want your hair, Kurama. Will you cut it off for me? I'll make highlights out of it." She joked, releasing Kurama of her death grip after she was satisfied with the mess she made of him.
Kurama sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaning his head back and seductively tossing his long tresses over his shoulder. Yin made a face when Kurama's hair settled back perfectly in place as though she hadn't even touched it. Kurama saw her frustrated look and winked playfully, "I think I'll keep it, thanks."
"Oh Yiiiiiiiiiin..."
Yin turned around to see her brother making his way over to her, his hands hidden behind his back and a mischievous grin on his face. Before Yang could do anything remotely evil with whatever it was behind his back, Yin grabbed his nose tightly between her knuckles.
"Owwww! Gimmie a break! That HURTS!" Yang whined, pulling Yin's blouse away from her chest and dropping a long, wet, and very cold worm down it. Kurama backed away holding his ears as Yin screamed bloody murder. What had once been a collected, playful and very pretty high school girl was now replaced by a terrifying she-demon who flung the worm out of her shirt and tackled her brother to the floor shouting various fruit names at him.
Kurama guessed that Yin's acceptance of her brother's bisexuality involved a variety of such nicknames. It really was quite funny to witness. Other students began to laugh and cheer on the Fu twins as they rolled around on the floor tugging each other's hair. Yang bit down on Yin's finger when it got too close to his mouth and Yin's eyes started to water.
They stopped struggling then; Yin about to burst into tears or scream in pain and Yang, who played with his sister's finger inside his mouth with his tongue until she let go of the fist full of his hair she had taken hostage.
"YANG THAT'S SICK! Let go of my finger you disturbing kiwi!"
Yang released her finger and sat up. "That was mean. It's only spit. And since when are you afraid of worms?" he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Yin smacked her incompetent sibling upside the head and examined her saliva-soaked finger as the teacher walked in.
"Sorry I'm late claaa..." Mrs. Zappala's expression was priceless when she noticed her students hovered in a circle around Yin and Yang Fu. Everyone had an innocent smile on his or her face; twenty or so sets of pearly white teeth (more or less) lit up the room.
"Alright," she said, setting her briefcase on her desk, "what's going on in here?"
"Just getting a head start on our pre-meditation exercises, Miss." Yang offered.
Yin shot him a look that clearly said: "I can't believe I'm related to you" from her place on the floor. Kurama and the others took it upon themselves to stay on their teacher's good side and gathered up their respective meditation mats before she could instruct them to do so. Mrs. Zappala put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes before taking out an attendance sheet.
As Kurama waited patiently for her to call his name out, his thoughts drifted back to this morning in the gym. Hiei hadn't accepted his invite. Kurama rested his head on his hand and stared at the floor thoughtfully. He wasn't used to this anxious feeling. Hiei hadn't had any time to answer before Yusuke came in and interrupted. So it wasn't like he said no, but he didn't exactly say yes, either...Enter frustrated sigh here.
"Tachi, Saya?"
"Here!"
"Myazaki, Rei?"
"Here!"
"Fu, Yin?"
"Present!"
"Fu, Ya-"
"AVAILABLE!"
"Very funny, Yang. That's enough out of you."
Yang, settled back down beside Kurama and smirked, satisfied with his first attempt to drive their teacher crazy. Kurama shook his head before commenting on his buddy's silliness, "And so marks the beginning of Today's Teacher-Torture 101." Yang grinned wider. "You know me too well, Kurama. I think I'll have to adjust my tactics to suit your clever brain. You see, I don't want to have to kill you for knowing too much..."
"Do you remember Hiei?"
Yang scratched his head. "Who?"
"The new guy who sits beside you in biology class now." He waited for a response. The confused look on Yang's face equals...clueless ness. Try number two: "He convinced Viffy-san to let you go to the washroom yesterday."
Ding! Ding! Ding! "Oh! Tamago, right? Yeah I remember him. He's hot."
Kurama did a double take on his blue-haired classmate, not at all foreseeing Yang's comment on Hiei's hotness, "W-what?"
"He's hot." Yang smirked, giving his friend no more, no less of an answer for the sake of teasing the redhead's brain. It was so fun to play with Kurama's head; especially when the poor boy was so hopelessly in love. How did he know this? Yang watched the colour in Kurama's cheeks deepen and he laughed. The signs, darling, the signs.
Ms. Zappala ran through the rest of the class names and was about to put down the pad when she noticed another name added at the bottom of the list, written in red ink. "Oops. I missed one person. Tamago? Is Tamago, Hiei here?"
"Here."
Kurama's head snapped up to the doorway. He and the others watched as Hiei removed his backpack and shoes near the door. Ms. Zappala smiled welcomingly, "Nice to meet you, Hiei. Were you not at school on Monday? Is today your first day?"
"I didn't arrive at school until first period yesterday, Sensei."
The teacher wrote on her attendance sheet and handed her new student a meditation mat. Hiei accepted it with a bow and sat just outside the pre-formed circle. Yang smirked and glanced at Kurama. "Well well, would you look who it is. His Hotness has arrived fashionably late, as usual. And he's wearing black nail polish too. Two fag points for Hiei." Kurama jabbed Yang in the ribs with his elbow, "Yang, you really are crude."
"I get in lots of practise." He whispered back.
The teacher sent a student with the attendance sheet out of the classroom and rubbed her hands together. "Okay! Let's get started. Hiei, can I get you to sit next to Yin, Please? The lady with the long blue hair. Then we will commence."
Yin made room for the breathtakingly attractive new boy and Hiei sat beside her. Hiei only looked mildly surprised to see that the redhead across from him was in YET ANOTHER one of his classes. This was, what? Five classes they had together now?
"I want you all to relax now." The teacher spoke soothingly, in her audio-tape-instructor voice, "Close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. The steady intake of vital oxygen..."
Yang coughed and Kurama jabbed him again. Yang jabbed the redhead right back, only with more force. Kurama glared at him. Their teacher continued, ignoring Yang. "Think of one person in your life who seems very much like the oxygen you're breathing right now. One person who matters almost as much as the air that contributes so much to your very existence. Picture them now."
"Miss, can it be my boyfriend?" One girl asked, causing many others to open their eyes at the interruption. "Yes, it can be your boyfriend, girlfriend, mother, grandfather, a close friend even. Anyone who means a great deal to you. Close your eyes and picture them...picture them standing in front of you..." The teacher instructed.
Yin played with the fabric of her skirt, somewhat nervous to be seated beside someone so good looking. She was having a hard time picturing anything in her head other than him and she unwittingly began to pull at a loose thread still attached to her skirt. Hiei, who didn't like the idea of closing his eyes around so many people noticed her nervous unthreading. He also noticed the small pile of string forming in front of her crossed legs. He watched as a slit started to form up the length of the blue-haired girl's skirt, slowly revealing more and more of her thigh. Hiei blushed and glanced around to see if anyone else was noticing this unintentional undressing. Everyone else had his or her eyes closed, focusing on what the teacher was saying. Hiei felt foolishly helpless. What could he do? He couldn't tell the girl that she was ruining her skirt. She would think he'd been watching her the whole time.
He glanced over again, the slit had made its way to the pretty girl's panty-line and Hiei could see clearly the little hearts and flowers pattern. Feeling like a pervert now, Hiei closed his eyes hoping to meditate the image he just saw away.
"...You and that person are deep within a forest. The both of you are going for a walk on a beautiful sunny day. It's quiet except for the birds chirping above you and the sound of your footsteps on the dirt path..."
Kurama submerged himself in the images his teacher was creating for him. He was entirely at peace. And why shouldn't he be? The sky was blue, the birds were chirping and he was walking with his mother through the forest...
Something flicked him in the forehead.
Startled, Kurama jerked from his trance. Yang pointed across the floor to Hiei and Yin. Both had beet red cheeks and equally distressed expressions with tightly shut eyelids. "Hey, forget those fag points for the nail polish, you think they could get any cuter?" Yang whispered. Kurama's heart sank at the sight. Yang was right, they did look adorable together. Both appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable sitting so close to one another and Kurama felt a pang of jealousy. Hiei wasn't interested in Yin...was he?
"...You eventually come to a stream and you dip your hands in the cool water. There are minnows swimming just below the surface. You try to catch one but it slips through your fingers..."
TBC
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