The sun bares its teeth as it tries it's very best to burn the upper right hand corner of my desk. It of course fails but the effort is well appreciated and dually noted by yours truly. I let my hand wander into the hot spot as my mind went wandering elsewhere….

Even after all this time, he still makes me feel as if I am a mere child awaiting his next command. 'Son you should come visit me more often I deeply enjoy our time together.' I hung up the phone I was on the next bus out to see him. I hate him. I spend a greater part of my youth praying he would praise me, the other have regretting those prayers. Yes my mind wanders but it always ends up at the same place. God I hate that man. I hate him. I hate him, my fingers clench as my nail dig soundly into my palms. I hate him. My chest begins to burn. My throat tightens. I bit on the side of my cheek to hold back an erupting scream beckoning at he borders of my voice box. My fist rises off of the desk. I bring it down full force then just, as it is to make contact I halt. I place my hand down. I breathe. I regain my always cool forever guarded composure.

"Something wrong kitten" a voice whispers over my shoulder. I slowly shake my head. Kurama walks to desk in front of me, straddles it and sitting down to face me. His green eyes are piercing and his trademarked smile is present but quickly fades. I can't even look straight at him. He reaches a finger out to touch my face, like he always has the habit of doing. I push his hand away. "You lie." He simply states getting up and walking away.

"Whatever." I say defensively. "What are you a fucking mind reader?"

He brushes his hair behind his ear, "No Hiei that I am not however, I am your friend." he pauses for a moment, I can tell he wants to say something else, but he simply shakes his head and walks out.

My walk home is lonelier than ever because ever since he found out my route. The every jovial Kurama has accompanied me. Half the time is spent pushing him off of me, reminding him of this thing called personal space in which he promptly laughs and then continues his invasion. The other half is spent with me wondering why is he even walking with me. One time I asked him, why? He told me because we have much in common. I huffed at he remark adding sure we do. Explaining sarcastically on how he had hordes of people following him and awaiting his every command. I had hordes of people, who had no ideal that I actually existed. To that he laughed, stole my hat and ran. I learned two things that day Kurama is hella-fast and can climb with very little effort. My hat places on top of a streetlight proved those little facts. I might have learned more but I wasn't quite ready to admit it.

The sidewalk changes from solid concrete to a rock mix signaling the fact I am about three houses from my own. I count the breaks in the sidewalk made by the driveways. One, two, three, "and four." I sigh walking up the way. Every one is home, but I really did not want to be bothered with the whole, 'How was school, hmm Hiei you seem upset is there any thing you want to talk about,' question and answer time. So, I make a hard left at the garage and head to the back yard. I tuck my shirt, cinch my belt, retie my shoes properly, and place my book bag on my back. I look up at the great maple then toward my window.

"Ok" I say placing on foot against the tree. "Let's see if I still climb ya."

I open my window and crash onto the floor. "I really need to practice climbing more." I lunge my body towards my bed across the floor. The sound of voices coming closer halts my staggering efforts. I pop my head up. Good my door is closed. Maybe this time, the death glare and threat of hellish pain that shall be bestowed upon foolish mortals who enter my sacred chambers worked on Yukina. The door opens, I duck down. The door closes. I mumble, "So much for that piece of shit theory."

"No he isn't home yet."

"Oh." Hey I know that voice. "Well tell him I am sorry." Sorry why the hell are you sorry for you didn't do anything.

"Kurama, are you…. I mean it really wouldn't make a difference if you were but…." Oh God, please don't ask him that. He despise when people ask him. "Are you gay?" I drop my head and await the tongue-lashing he is about to give my sister. To my great surprise it doesn't come.

"Life is far to complicated to be boiled down to one factor, well at least my life is. Goodnight." I hear him descend the stairs. He is walked to the door by my uncle they graciously exchange their farewells as the click of he door finalizes his departure.

"You can get up off the floor now Hiei." My, 'privacy, what is privacy?', sister says as she leans against the door jam.

"Try knocking next time."

"Humph" she snorts, "Try being a man next time."

"What!" I shout sitting straight up and glaring at her. "What in the hell do you mean by that."

She step in and closes the door. "Hiei, he knew you were here. Why would you pretending other wise?" she asks with darkened eyes.

"I" I don't know why I hid. When every he is around my whole life seems unreal, like everything I felt in the past is nothing more than a dark nightmare. "I just" He is annoying. He is that person who wakes up jumps out of bed runs to every room in the house and opens all the shades before yelling, 'good morning sunshine'. "I just wanted to alone." I finally answer.

"I have a feeling, that is something you will never be again."

"I know."

She walks out, leaving the door open. I sigh and start my homework. At least I think I am doing my homework. Honestly I don't remember much that has happened in class today to be honest the whole week was a blur. Hell my freaking life is a blur. I flop down on my bed. Homework is a bust. I close my eyes to prepare myself for a bit of wallowing in my own self-pity. I figure I can start off on my favorite jump off point, but before I could even get a good flow of angst going my room is filled with the wondrous aroma of a perfectly cooked and seasoned ribs. Damn it uncle. How can I be all down trodden if I am up here salivating?

"Ha, I figure that would get you out of your room you little hermit." He jokes ruffling my hair as I pull up my chair with one hand and reach for a rib with another. I mumble the harsh disapproval of my tresses being attacked around an over stuffed mouth of food. My thoughts were quite menacing but I guess when food is falling out of your mouth a threat somehow loses that certain edge. He attempts to fix the damage he believes he has done to my hair by combing it with his fingers. Good luck. He finally stops with a sigh. "I am glad the meal makes you happy." I look up for a moment he smiles. It is a real smile but there is something missing in it. He pats my shoulder. "Eat up."

Dinner was enjoyable, not only the food but the conversation as well. Ok I didn't say much but this time I actually had an excuse I was in the process of stuffing my face and I did not want to e rude. Etiquette counts in my book. I thank my uncle for a divinely good meal, and help clear the table with Yukina. Once we are alone in the kitchen my tongue gets a mind of its own and I start going.

"Yu why in the world did you ask him that?" I almost fume. " I mean it is really none of your, or even my damn business for that matter."

"What? What are you talking about?" she looks up from the bubbled filled dishwater.

"Never mind." I shake my head. Well, so much for my outburst. We continue to wash the dishes in silence. Table clean, dishes cleaned and put away kitchen brought back to its original soapsuds and water free state.

I lean against the countertop still ringing my shirt out. I watch my sister laugh as she flips a towel turban upon her head.

"That was priceless." she chokes through her fits of laughter. She walks up to me, "you know we really need to laugh together more often." She pause for a moment to collect her thoughts," Well not only laugh but to do more stuff together like when we were young."

"But you hate bubble baths"

"No not that, you silly little pervert. I wanna sleep with you." She finally blurts.

"And you call me the silly little pervie."

"You know what I mean."

I hug her and shrug, "yea I know what you mean. Sure."

We go up stairs after saying our good nights to uncle who is smoking his hand rolled cigarette and reading the scriptures of ancient wise men. I take a quick shower; she goes into her room and does whatever girls do before they go to bed. By the time she finally finishes. I am almost asleep and about to have a kick ass dream. I feel my bed shift and icy feet creeping up my leg.

"Fuck. Fuck Yu Yu." I scream.

She laughs as she tries to balance on the very little space I left her, "Move over."

"No, you wanted to sleep with me you figure away to fit."

"Hiei."

"Grrr, fine fine" I move over. She moves in and cuddles up to me. I sigh and caulk this night up to be a very long and uncomfortable night.

"Hiei?"

"What?" I growl glaring at her as the soft glow of the moonlight bathes her perfect skin.

"Thank-you." She closes her eyes, embraces my hand and drifts off to sleep. I soon follow. Not a single tear fell.