"Addicted To You"
Kurama was in the boy's washroom rinsing his hair in the sink when Hiei walked in. The two boys stopped and stared at each other. Hiei wasn't too sure he wanted to know why the redhead was washing his hair in the school bathroom but he chose to comment nonetheless. "Not enough time to do that at home?" He asked, leaning against the mirror beside the bent over Kurama.
Kurama squeezed the water out of his locks and turned on the blow dryer. "There's a food fight in the cafeteria. I'm merely a victim of circumstance," as an after thought he added, "and good aim." He stood with his head under the blow dryer, red mane blowing this way and that about his face. Hiei shook his head and disappeared inside a stall.
Way to go, Kurama thought to himself feeling more ridiculous now than ever. Figures Hiei would be the one to find him doing this of all people. He sighed and waited for his hair to dry. A few seconds later Yang blew into the washroom. His hair and clothes were dotted with random food groups and his face portrayed an impish excitement. "Ah the thrill of escape," he said, recognizing the redhead under the dryer. Kurama smiled at his friend's mischievous nature. "You got away with it didn't you?"
"You bet."
"Everyone saw you throw that coleslaw."
"I have my ways."
Hiei stepped out of the stall then and turned on the sink taps. Yang eyed him then Kurama. Kurama's heart skipped a beat, would Yang say something to embarrass him? Probably. Suddenly more than satisfied with his half-dried hair, Kurama made haste for the exit. "See you in music, Hiei," he exclaimed, halfway out the door, his emerald eyes shooting a warning glare at Yang.
Yang gave him an all's well look with clever golden eyes. "I heard you skipped your phys ed class today, Mr. Tamago." He ventured once Kurama had disappeared outside.
Hiei stopped washing his hands and looked at the blue-haired boy through his mirror with narrowed eyes. "What's it matter to you?"
Yang shrugged, turning on the dryer for Hiei. "Kurama didn't have a partner today is all." He commented over the noise.
"And that's my problem?"
"I guess not… I saw someone planting a wallet in your locker fourth period however. Thought you might want to know about that." Yang stated truthfully.
Hiei snorted. "I know."
"Of course you do. You were there weren't you? Watching them instead of making it to gym class like a good boy." Yang winked at him knowingly.
Hiei wiped his wet hands on his pants ignoring the running dryer. "And you are just a good citizen helping me out, right?" Every fibre in Hiei's being told him otherwise. And why the blue hair?
"That's me." Yang pulled out a black leather wallet from his pocket and tossed it to the other. "It's Tim Deigo's. I took the liberty of taking it while he was in the gym this morning. I guess you could say I witnessed Deigo take some other guy's wallet and leave the blame for you. If there is one person I can't stand its Deigo. I guess that makes you a friend of mine. Go ahead, do what you want with it. My lips are sealed."
Hiei examined the wallet and its contents. Sure enough, the school hooligan's picture was on a student card contained inside. There were fresh twenties in the cash pocket as well. Hiei tossed the prize back at Yang. "I'm not your friend. And I don't need your help."
Yang made no move to catch the wallet. It smacked against the ground at the teen's feet. "Don't you want to clear your name?"
"Not really. People leave me alone this way," he gave the other teen a see-you-later wave as he disappeared out the bathroom door.
Yang grinned from ear to ear. Kurama sure knew how to pick 'em.
Hiei had a lot to think about on his way to music class. The bell had already gone and the halls were empty of students.
So people like Yang Fu knew what that bully Deigo was about too...at least he wasn't blind. Hiei considered giving the blue-haired student some credit. Not much, but enough to raise his opinion of him slightly.
Hiei made his way to his locker and removed the planted wallet from its place atop his things. He examined its contents, flipping up the black leather pockets and various flaps in search of anything interesting.. As was expected, there was no money. A picture of a nerdy looking boy was there however and Hiei snorted. Who was stupid enough to let someone get their hands on their personal possessions anyway?
Hiei had, in fact, stood by and watched Tim Deigo break into his locker and toss this kids wallet inside. It was Deigo's way of getting back at him for having Kurama confront him in the halls earlier. Diego was trying to frame him again.
Hiei wondered why he hadn't taken the evidence out of his locker sooner. He had enough opportunity to do so after Deigo left before class. Perhaps he liked the thrill of getting caught. He'd lived his whole life worrying what other people thought of him and he wasn't afraid of their opinions anymore. Perhaps he would play the bad boy for a while. He entertained the thought for a moment but sighed inwardly, remembering that was exactly what got him kicked out of his last school.
Closing his locker, Hiei tossed the stolen wallet in the nearest hall trash. It wasn't worth it. He still had to wait for Keira to return from her trip. And until she came back, Hiei would have to stay at this school and put up with stereotypes. She would come back. She had to. And when she did, she would take him away from her husband Yoshima. They would leave together and live far away from here. Hiei was sure of it. At least he wanted to be sure of it.
He was surprised to find Yin Fu watching him from a few lockers away.
"Hi." She said, blushing faintly.
Hiei stared at her, somewhat entranced. She had stunning golden eyes and long, flawless blue hair that spilled down her back to her slim waist and flowing skirt. For some reason she trumped all other high school girls when it came to wearing the school uniform to her advantage. Hiei swallowed. It was so hard not to picture her unraveling her skirt in meditation class. He could still make out the little hearts and flowers pattern on her underwear. It appeared to be tattooed to his mind. HENTAI!
It didn't even occur to him that she had seen him toss the evidence of someone else's crime into the garbage.
"H-hi." he stuttered awkwardly, not entirely sure why.
"Did…? Did you just put your wallet in the garbage?" She asked, walking up to him curiously.
Hiei stared at the trashcan. "Yes. Well actually no. It wasn't mine." Dumbass! he scolded himself.
Yin raised an eyebrow at him. "You threw someone else's wallet in the garbage?"
Hiei shifted his bag on his shoulder. "Yes. It was in my locker." Why not tell the truth? He had nothing to hide. Especially from some girl he didn't even know.
Yin reached into the trashcan in front of Hiei and pulled out the evidence. She set her bag down and looked through it, pulling out the student card inside. "I know who this is. How did you get his wallet, Hiei?" She asked him, looking skeptical but not accusing.
"I don't know." He lied.
"It just jumped into your hands then?" She joked good-naturedly. "You didn't steal it, did you?"
"No."
"Good. Come with me then. We'll return it to him." She said confidently.
TBC