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Challenge: 100 Theme Challenge
Title: Savings Box
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama x Hiei
Authoress: Ladyfiction
Theme: #001 Savings Box
Rating: G
AN/Warnings: None.
Diclaimer: Nothing.
-Savings Box-
With a sigh, he closed his door behind him and tossed his bag aside, onto the floor with a loud thud. The only other noise coming from his sanctuary was his body falling onto his mattress, though it was much quieter. The sounds of springs under his weight faded and a silent atmosphere engulfed the chamber. It figured something would ruin his serenity, eventually.
''How pitiful.''
Kurama barely lifted his head at Hiei, sitting on his windowsill, glaring through his crimson locks. He then grunted and sprawled once again upon his soft pillow and comforters. It had been a long day of school, pop quizzes, girls and lastly, work.
The fox let out another sigh and unwillingly rose to his feet. They padded along his floor and brought him to his desk, emptied of all his papers, clean and tidy, like everything else. There, his hand dove into his jean pocket and pulled out colorful bills and metallic coins. The koorime knew it was ningen, or, human money and from the corner of his ruby eye, he watched the hybrid drop it all into a container he removed from the top drawer.
''What is that?'' He inquired but his tone remained indifferent, as always.
''It's a savings box. As a wedding gift for my mother, I am offering her a trip.''
A snort became the reply to his offered explanation. What a surprise!
Kurama kept the box in his hands as walked over to his perched friend with a smile gracing his lips. Hiei never listened to pointless banter and despite his fatigue, annoying the smaller male could prove to be interesting. Besides, there was nothing better to do.
''Once it is full, in two more paychecks, equaling another grueling month of work, I will have enough for both of their tickets.''
Again, there was a faint, uninterested grunt although crimson orbs glanced down at the opened lid to the so-called valuable paper that could easily disintegrate with a flick of his hand, then back up to a pair of emerald eyes. In the moonlight, they seemed to shine such a lighter shade of green, almost lime like, adorned by long black lashes, covering them in an instance, a blink.
For a moment, the colors clashed and locked as jade gazed into embers. A light flush crept up onto the half humans cheeks, a definitive embarrassed emotion but either seemed to notice. It was happening again; they were staring at each other. Lately…it seemed to reoccur more often and yet nothing else ever happened. They fixed eyes and smiled, dismissing the instance, time after time.
Kurama was almost tempted to lean forward, curious to see a new reaction, though that smile alone, genuine, resurfacing for him always made his stomach flutter. He would have done so if it had not been for the knock on his door, rapping gently on the wood before the same hand reached for the knob and began turning it. Either demon had felt the presence walk up the staircase or down the hall of the human and in sheer panic, roughly, Hiei found himself being shoved from the window with the box pushed into his hands.
As Shiori entered, her son smiled at her and played the façade of opening the glass for air from the fresh breeze blowing back a few of his locks.
''Shuuichi, dear, I did not hear you come in.'' Her words were as soft as any rose the manipulator could have ever made blossom from a seed.
They chatter idly then, as the door once again was shut, he let out a sigh, peeking out over the edge of his sill. As he suspected, a glaring face looked up at him from the mess of tangled vines responsible for breaking his fall. He growled, the low, threatening rumble ensued by a string of curses.
''Baka, Kitsune! What in the name of all three worlds came over you!''
As the plants untangled themselves and dissipated back into nothing but mere vegetation from the ground, the demon leapt back onto the ledge gracefully, crouching slightly to hand back the article still in his possession.
''You owe me for that kitsune, I swear…'' He trailed off, the fire in his eyes burning brightly in a fiery rage.
Kurama in that instance felt as if he was the moth drawn to the flames, attracted to the heat, unable to keep away.
''I could have jumped myse-'' The last syllable never managed to escape.
A tug to his scarf brought his face down and was met by a pair of lips, more then willing to silence to his infernal bitching. Stillness enveloped them as they parted slowly. Kurama grabbed his savings box from the hands still clutching it, eyes never leaving the red pair; scrutinizing down at his own. Fingers still grasping the ivory materiel drew the smaller face down again, bare inches separating them.
''Watch your head.'' He whispered with a devious glint in his smirk.
Kurama was well aware of his mothers return this time but alas, there were no vines to break Hiei's second fall.
-EndE-
