DISCLAIMER- NOT MINE. Well the plot and glorified Hiei torture is, the but anime characters, original story line, manga, action figures, and doujinshi.

A/N- sorry so short but hey. I should put in warning here just to be on the safe side. I like Yaoi. This chapter has a bit of it in it.

Three weeks, three freaking weeks he has spent over at Yusuke's house, not that I am jealous, but…

"Grrr" I growl reprimanding myself as I stuff my books into my book bag.

I had other thing to occupy my mind beside a certain over emotional red-hair. , mainly the quickly arriving date of my father's parole hearing. I zip my book bag up and toss the extremely stuffed holdall on floor before retreating once again into the bathroom.

"Oh, God." I moan as my hand reaches over to the sink, I shakily turn on the blue marked faucet. I reach up forming my hand into a makeshift cup. The icy droplet almost sting as they splash and collect in my warm hand. I bring the small amount of water to my face wiping the remains of last night's dinner away. I place both hands on the toilet seat to steady myself pulling my body into a standing position.

"Good morning Sunshine looks like today is going to be another beautiful day" I say to my own reflection after staggering the whole three feet from the toilet to the sink.

My day goes on and everything is pretty much like my morning wretched, much of it spent in the bathroom face down in a toilet and stomach steadily heaving up anything I attempt to put down it. I finally gave up on the idea of eating, however that didn't stop my body from trying.

"Great, dry heaves." I say just as dryly as I grip on the long sink filled countertop of the back hall boy's lavatory.

The sounds of grumbles, grunts and bumping interrupts my body's personal attempt to rid my stomach of isn't non-existing contents. Soon voice drifts from the last stall to my unconcerned ears.

"Ouch." a small but presently agitated voice say

"Sorry." another reply half heartedly

"Whatever." The first says with very little conviction

"Look if you are going to be in a pissy mood then I will be going…"

"No, don't. I'll be good I promise." the first practically purrs

"Hn"

"Why him?" "Why Yoko?" his voice whines like a child whose sibling got a bigger scoop of ice cream than he.

"Purely business. My boy isn't jealous is he?" he grunts

"Un uh" the other scrawls as the whine is knocked of him.

"Good," hissing inhale, "I really," humming exhale, "hate," deep inhale, "fucking," harsh exhale, "jealous," sharp inhale, "people," staggered exhale. "Understand?"

"Ah huh" he pants

"Good, very good"

The rustling of fabric is heard but the involuntary shaking of my own body forces me to forget the goings on around me momentarily.

"I wish I had never met you." Itsuki says from behind me.

I have no idea how long he has been standing behind me but his closeness is more than unacceptable. I step to the side and turn my head back, "The feeling is quite mutual." I say as coldly as possible all the while hoping no stray saliva is hanging from my bottom lip.

The previously missed squeak of the opening bathroom stall quickly catches my attention and I turn around. Standing in opened stall fixing his neatly pressed black slack, smug smile pulling at the corner of his mouth is my very own personal nightmare reincarnated into walking flesh and bone.

"Sensui." I all but stuttered

"I hope my boy isn't bothering you." I shake my head, the 'boy' crosses his arms over his chest and huff haughtily.

"Wonderful." he says with a devilish smile. "Now, Hiei make sure you tell Kurama I and my beloved are treating you with the utmost respect." He gentle lies a hand on my shoulder I mange not to tremble. He bends down and whispers. "Cause I would truly hate to sour such a sweet situation." I nod slowly. He kisses my on the cheek. "Good boy."

"Bastard." Istuki seethes storming out. Sensui backs up from me, removes his jacket from the hook on the bathroom stall and leaves all while whistle a small-unknown tune.

Yay me! Public bathroom sex. Until next time.