Title: Another Day
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama x Hiei
Authoress: Ladyfiction
Theme: #005 Oil, Sex/One's Nature Magic, #014 Muscular Training, #020 Contract, #048 Ruggedness
Rating: T
AN/Warnings: Kami-Sama does mean God, right?
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Another Day-
Kami-sama, what a beautiful day, he mused aloud for the world beneath his window to hear.
Kurama smiled and took in the wondrous aroma of the lilacs and cherry blossoms blooming in the trees and the fresh, crisp, spring air. His day went by perfectly without a cloud in sight.
His mother greeted him with a large breakfast and a sweet treat of cookies afterwards. Then, he managed to study outside under the sun for a good hour. After schoolwork, he helped Shiori in the gardens, slipping a few of his own seeds into the mix for surprise roses. She would love them. A book, one forgotten on a higher shelf caught his attention and absorbed him, until lunch and the delicious scent played in his nostrils.
His day could not have gotten any better. Leaning out of his window, watching the world walk by, a chill suddenly ran down his spine. Why did it, out of nowhere, feel like there was a storm approaching? Maybe, it was because a certain presence was nearing. That signal, powerful and yet drained was unmistakable and heading for his domain. Another few blocks and his guest would arrive.
He smiled and turned his eyes to the trees across the way. A fast blur, almost invisible to the untrained eye landed and crimson orbs met jade ones. With a few steps forward, the branch bent enough for the leaves to ruffle the sill. Hiei walked along it and stepped inside the room. When his sight fell upon the large bed, perfect and neat, he bee-lined for it and a second later, he was out cold.
Kurama sighed, decided to pick up his book again, and resumed with the ending epilogue.
Just as supper passed and the dishes were washed, the fox returned upstairs to check on his dormant guest. As the graceful host he was, an assembled dish of food was left on his desk for when the demon would wake. The smell of food seemed to be enough to rouse him from his slumber.
''Good evening.'' He greeted, comfortably sitting on the end of his bed.
Hiei groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He first acknowledged the meal, then his friend across from him. It looked so tempting but he was unable to move. Everything just hurt. His smaller body ached in every joint down along every muscle. He gritted his teeth against the annoying throb.
''How was training with Yusuke?'' Kurama casually asked with a bemused smirk twitching the corners of his lips upwards.
A glare, fiery, like the little demon himself was his reply.
''I told you not to agree to a contract with him.''
Another, wordless response came as the reaction. This time, it was a grunt.
Hiei would never admit to being wrong. Not even as he lay dying, sucking in his last greedy breaths would that moment occur. Yusuke, the third demon, bored with his mortal life, proposed a position to his raven-haired friend, rather, a contract. It consisted of a weeks worth of muscular training done with human apparels.
This was far from being like a demon's workout, and Kurama warned him, but seeing it as a challenge, something he would never back down from, Hiei more then willingly accepted. At 8 am, he left in direction of the local gym. Yusuke would be waiting for him there, if he had set his alarm.
For hours, literally, without any form of a pre work out or stretching, they competed at each station, maxing out the weights and doing sets that made trainers mouth fall wide open. They were men, being men, and demonstrating their testosterone and ruggedness. If Yusuke could do a thousand bench presses, Hiei would outmatch him and strive for two thousand. Sweat pored off their bodies.
''Just think, you still have six more days of this.'' Back and forth, for six straight hours, without a single break, they contended and there was a lot more in store for them.
Kurama, like the kind spirit he was, brought over the plate with an assortment of leftovers from the meals of the day. He blinked and it was devoured. It was not any surprise that he was left in agony after waking up. Their strength could easily take on any weight but it was the over usage that would surely leave Yusuke gripping about the pain as well. Had they not seen the stupidity of their ways?
The fox watch the koorime for a second and pondered. Should he be generous enough to offer a pain reliever to his friend? On the other hand, he could be cruel and continue subtly mocking the idiocy of the whole event. He concluded that, another week of this would be punishment enough.
''What?'' Hiei snapped at the intense gaze, focused solely upon him, drawing the kitsune out of his thoughts.
Silently, he shook it off and stood. The sound of his drawer opening then resonated in the silence. An object, a bottle to be exact was pulled out from the depth. There was no label, nor a name brand. Whatever was inside was unknown. He tossed it, having it be easily caught and sat down in the desk chair.
''It's Nature's magic. A treatment oil. My personal brew.''
Hiei flicked the lip open and dared to small the concoction. An overwhelming scent of roses flooded his senses. This was definitely the fox's. He squirted some into his palm and applied it along an arm, ensued by the other.
''How am I supposed to reach my back?''
There was a brief laugh. ''If you wanted a massage, you should have just asked.''
Kurama grabbed the bottle and settled himself behind the smaller stature. Then, the black cloak was stripped from the aching body and hands, slick with oil, began to squeeze tense shoulders. At first, they only tightened more so until the friction and heat made him sink into relaxation.
He sat there and let the hands work out the knots from his collarbone down the straight line of his spine. The oil was working like magic; he could feel a light burning on his flesh but it was soothing. He felt himself drowning in relief and his body lighten until he fell back against a strong chest.
Arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him, whilst crimson locks spilled over his shoulder from a head, leaning on his own. Hiei turned his neck to meet a face, serene and smiling at him. It did not hurt his arm but even if it would, he still appreciated the massage. In his silent thanks, he gently kissed Kurama and let his eyes fall shut, in the warm embrace.
The next week would be a long one indeed.
-EndE-
