-This is disclaimed (POOF)
Where can I go? Where can I go? My mind races in perfect rhythm with my fleeting feet. Kurama is not home and my own house is defiantly off limits since I already know sooner or later he will end up there as well. A well-known street name flashes by me. Bingo, my mind chirps as I make a sharp right and trot to my temporary safe house.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
I pause to listen.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
The soft click of the unlocking door answers my quiet prayers. A pissed of teen with dark glaring eyes and unkempt hair growls lowly at me as I push past him to enter, since I am not the type to wait for an invitation.
"Fuck Hiei do you know what time it is?" he mumbles shutting the door and mindlessly scratching his ass at the same time.
I hn'ed and took my refuge on the tattered blue and gray couch. The amazing still scratching teen sighs and walks off to the kitchen. He flicks on the lights. Bad idea.
"Shit" he mumbles as the bright light bores in to unprepared pupils. I can hear glasses being clacked together then the rough sound of sliding of jars, covered dishes and raw food items over grated refrigerator shelves. "Yo' want some thing to drink?" He asks with all the patience of under paid hooker on her last John of the night.
"No" I say trying to keep my sarcasm to a minimum. He just spent a good three minutes fingernail combing his ass hair. I rather not play a game of "Identify That Hair".
He staggers out the kitchen with his own glass of water. He looks a whole lot friendlier. Ah the wonders of water. I muse half-heartedly. Those Aquafina people were quite right indeed. He leans on the arm of the couch to finish up his drink then swings both of his legs over the arm pivoting on his bottom.
"So what brings you here at this wonderful hour Hiei?" He rests his elbows on his knees and stares at me.
"My father " I force out hoping the answer and question session is now complete.
"Oh yeah my old man did mention he was being released today." Yusuke smiles at the fact he was able to make the connection. His smile quickly faded, "They why are you here?" his overly protective side bubbles to the surface. "Did he hit you?"
I shake my head.
"Has he beaten you in the past?"
I shake my head again.
His wrinkles his forehead making the dark hairs on his eyebrows almost meet in the middle, "He better not have…."
I put my hand up. "No."
He sighs falling non-to gracefully off the arm of the couch to a more custom seating position. "Then why in the hell are you running to my house, banging on my front door at 1:30 in the morning, all bicthified and shit?"
I quickly set my meanest glare at the brash youth now sporting a cocky "Yeah, what?" look on his face. I roll my eyes and grunt. "Hn, like you would understand."
He places his empty glass on the table. "Try me. Hey what do I got to lose since I am up."?
"Fine. He left my mother for another man."
"Bahawahhahhahaha" the teen burst eyes filling up with tears of mirth. "No shit. Hiei I was surprised by the fact he actually was with a women long enough to have a child. Gods your pop always had some lap boy attached to his hip." He wipes his eyes. "So your pissed off at dear ole' daddy cause he's gay." He smirks before adding, "kind of shallow coming from a boy who came to school wearing a skirt the first day." His smirk turned a bit evil. He leans in close and whispers in my ear, "Not to mention the fact your itching to fuck a certain red-head b…"
I snap. I am at his throat before he could finish his sentence. I swear I am going to choke that stupid grin off his mug. That was my divine plan, unfortunately I forgot his was a bit stronger than me and had more experienced in the whole fighting thing then I. A quick mental note was recorded reminding myself this very important fact.
"I told you, you wouldn't understand." I grit out as my head bounces off the table.
He releases his grip on my shoulders and rises off of me. "Wrong, Hiei. I understand more than you realize." He reclaims his spot on the couch stretching his hand out to help me up. I slap it away. "You truly loved your father and when he left he broke your heart."
I crawl back on the couch. "I do not. I hate him"
"Hiei hate is a very strong emotion. You can only hate something you once cared greatly about."
"Hn" I reply. Gods this boy can barely pass an open book test and at almost 2 in the morning he get all theoretical on me. Unbelievable.
"Well on that bitter little note, kitten" he mocks. "I will be heading to bed. Again." He gets up and leaves me.
I fall over, laying my head on the bend of my elbow. My knees automatically draw up as my other hand rest in front of my face. My fingertips play with my bottom lip as my thoughts slowly lead me to down a path of repressed but unforgotten memories.
"Hiei." A strikingly beautiful women scolds. The scowl on her face seeming as foreign as a midday black moon. "You have begged your father to take you with him and now all of a sudden you no longer want to go?"
I nod
"Get your coat on young man you are going."
"Love, there is no need. I will go alone." My father softly says soothing the beast that has temporary control of my mother's calm demeanor. He looks over at me, "I will simply go alone." His smile is met with only with a hard glare.
"Like hell you will." I curse tossing the chair back grabbing my coat and marching out the door not waiting for him.
A stream of apologies for my brash behavior fall from his lips as my mother demands my head on the closest chopping block. His usual long and carefree gait is unsteady as if each step was painstakingly thought out before the sole of each foot touched the ground. The rumbling of the engine was the only thing willing to speak.
"I could drop you off somewhere.."
"What so you can steal more time with your lover?" I say calmly before reach into his coat pocket and tossing a condom into lap. "That is quite alright."
"Hiei, please understand I love your mother more than the life itself, I just…" he words trail off.
DONG DONG
The clock shakes me out of my daydream. "Yea right you loved her more than life itself. I guess your life was worth less than some boi ass." I yank the spread thrown on the back of the couch down covering my body. I reach for a toss pillow and cover my head.
"Yusuke", I mumble drifting off to sleep. "That love I once had for my father was lost the moment he chose a stranger over his wife and family."
I was awaken by the heavy haze of a poor man's mixture of bottom bottle liquor remains and baked in smoke.
"Ma'am" I answer back quickly sitting up before she could say my name again, dragging each letter out three time longer than humanly possible. I blink and thank the gods my name didn't have more letters.
"What are you doing here sweety? Would you like something to eat? I can make you some breakfast." she asks cheeks still rosy from her nightly bar ritual. I knew she was still buzzing because one, it was only 3 o'clock in the morning and second, the way Yusuke talks she couldn't boil the water for ramen, even if her life depended on it. She staggers to the kitchen. "Let me just cut up some veg-ia- tables."
I jump up and quickly walk over to her. "No need I already had something to eat before I came here." She looks up at me side ways from her crossed leg position on the kitchen floor.
"Good" she mumbles, "cause I don't think I even have carrots," she adds before falling over with a giggle.
I sigh and help her up. We walk over to the couch. I walk she rambles on about her lack of produce, each syllable burning the baby fine hair on my neck before the hot stench travels up my face to bombard my nasal passages burning down my olfactory glands.
"Good day, Ma'am" I say flicking the television on for her before I make my way to the door. So much for that peaceful moment.
The streets are quiet, no shit my annoying little voices says. My feet always seem to have a mind of their own and like always they led me to the same place. Perhaps I should reprogram my legs before Ms.Minamino thinks I am a stalker. The sound of car slowly rolling by catches my attention for a moment; it pulls partially into the dirt path leading to Kurama's house. A very familiar silver haired beauty slide out the car pulling after him a black bag. A quick wave to the driver and he runs up the path with out a glance back. The car backs up and turns around. The headlights are point right at me; I stand there as if I was a spooked animal. The car lurches forward. I bring myself to walk once again.
"Hiei" a voice calls with a great deal of uncertainty. I look to my left and immediately recognize the face. "Get in."
I stroll over as if I am I had so many other places to go and I was doing this particular person a favor not only by acknowledging his existence but stopping my 'oh so busy life' to talk with him.
"Stop walking like I am holding you up and get in the car. Unless you plan to go home now?"
I press my lips together and pick up the pace. I fling the door open and plop myself down. Yomi points to my seat belt. I roll my eyes and pull the strap around me clicking it into its slot.
"Hiei, Do you want to talk?"
My answer is silence. His patience is saintly. We drive around town the sun breaks over the horizon.
"Who are you?" I ask.
