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Love is a flame that can't be tamed,
and though we are its willing pray,
my darling,
we are not the ones to blame
HIM (Pretending)
Ch-ch-changes
"Do you think, Shuuichi?"
Emerald eyes blinked twice, and a yawn escaped his mouth into the near silent class room. He glanced up and every face was staring back at him, ominous and curious. Kurama bit his lip, wincing and turning toward the girl who spoke beside him. "I'm sorry, what did you ask me?"
She smiled warmly at him, and he swore he could see bulbous pulsing hearts in her beady eyes but quickly dismissed it. "I wanted to know if I could borrow your history notes?"
He nodded and handed them over, but soon realized nothing was written down and blushed. "Oh, erm, I seemed to have forgotten to take them, ahah. . . "
"Oh, um, all right then, I'll ask Shiko instead." She gave him a suspicious look before turning in her seat. He glared half heartedly, studying the white page blankly.
Concentration was getting rather hard, nowadays, when all he had on his mind was a certain fire demon that just didn't make sense anymore. One day, Hiei was fine, completely cold and normal, the next he acted like a girl, pouting and begging and rolling his eyes, er maybe not a girl, but uncharacteristic anyway.
The bell rang, a shrill horrifying sound that required movement, but his legs seemed glued to the floor, eyes unfocused and stomach getting increasingly nauseated. "This is not my dad," he moaned, dragging himself up and hauling his bag over his shoulder with a sigh.
He thanked every deity out there that the day was over and he could go home and sleep after doing his homework. Rain poured down in rivulets, soaking him thoroughly. "Great," he hissed, overing his head with his bag and running to the nearest café. "It was definitely not supposed to rain today!"
"Fox!"
He inwardly groaned, shaking his head. Hiei was above him, grinning slightly and beckoning him to join him. Kurama hesitated, clicking his tongue and commanding his legs to move, telling himself that no, he was really very happy to see Hiei, smiling at him so sweetly.
Oh yeah, he was completely thrilled.
Jumping up, he gave a weak smile, threading his hands through his slightly dripping mess of red hair. "What are you doing here?"
Hiei shrugged. "Now I need a reason to see you, I suppose? Maybe I should get a ticket and stand in line, hm?"
Kurama dismissed the sarcastic tone, but in his heart, he wanted to rip that smirk off the demon's face, give him something to be sarcastic about, but he was entirely sure that it was the Youko's doings.
He examined his finger nails, narrowing his eyes. "Now now Hiei, don't get fussy. Really, you've been quite. . . er, the opposite of your self, on and off, all week. Do you know that?"
Scoffing, the Jaganshi rolled his eyes, but Kurama saw a tiny blush accent pale cheeks before it was gone in an all too quick moment.
"You must be imagining things! A change of character, I think not."
Smiling, Kurama grinned, realizing maybe a demon wasn't controlling his precious Forbidden Child. "Hm, I think yes. You understand you practically begged me to eat the other day?"
"You're looking thin. Hang me and leave my body to rot for caring."
"And you almost cried when I wouldn't let you have any sweet snow."
"Hah! I did not. I. . . I was just. . . I--"
Bingo. "Hiei, it is you. What's going on? I do not like these games you so graciously force onto me."
The fire demon turned slightly, scowl deepened immensely and cursed. "If I tell you, Kurama, you must not utter this to another soul, or I will destroy everything you hold dear. . . "
"I understand. Tell me Hiei."
Another tiny blush escaped, and Kurama was in dire need of a camera. Hiei never blushed. Ever.
"I. . . well, I being a half-koorime, I. . . have life just a little different, if you haven't noticed." Hiei gave a bitter half smirk. "And, when I hit a certain age, a few times a year, I have no control over my moods."
Mukuro! Kurama's mind screamed gleefully at him. "Is that why you disappeared for Mukuro's for so long," Kurama interrupted, biting his lip, trying to stop the bubbling feeling erupt inside him.
Hiei nodded. "Yes, but now that I. . . have you, I didn't want to leave you for so long. Do you--"
"Of course not," Kurama answered truthfully. He smiled, genuine for the first time in a while. "Let's go home, I'll make you hot chocolate."
Hiei blinked, muttering, "home" obviously puzzled.
"Yes, home. Wherever I am, with you is my home. It doesn't matter where."
And the redhead leaned down, kissing the shorter demon fully, happily surprised the other didn't pull away. Even though they were together, physical contact was still an issue somewhat, considering Hiei had many more wounds, and scars from the past.
But that's okay, I'll heal them. With time.
0-0-0
Hiei, Kurama decided, did not like hot chocolate as much as sweet snow. And that was okay, because he didn't either, so by his logic, they were soul mates. But of course, his logic could be wrong.
A smear of chocolate on Hiei's upper lip seemed all that was left of two mugs filled with the delicious liquid, and Kurama quickly licked it away skillfully, enjoying Hiei's surprised flinch completely.
"Care to join me upstairs, then?" Kurama asked, slightly hopeful tone to his soothing voice. The prospect of his mother walking in on them sitting there, was a chance he didn't care about any more. Of course he loved her, but she'd half to deal with his choices any way she could, because he was awfully happy with them for the moment.
Hiei perked up his ears, and Kurama smiled warmly at him, sliding his finger's over Hiei's smaller ones lovingly.
"This better not be a trick, fox," Hiei replied quietly.
Kurama's eyes fogged over, confusion replacing the overwhelming adoration. "Trick, I don't. . . " And then it hit him. "Hiei, you still think I don't-- I'm not serious about you?"
Hiei said nothing.
"Let me show you how serious I really am about you then."
Hiei let Kurama drag him from the table, and found himself somewhere along the lines of Kurama's bedroom, almost in complete denial at how good the foxes articulate hand felt covering his.
Kurama placed him gently on the bed, arms sliding around him tightly. With nimble finger's, he pointed Hiei's chin higher, facing his stunning ruby eyes.
His lips descended, and quickly found the other's, body aching to feel his little Jaganshi's touch, kiss, anything. And something deeper inside of him, something telling him to claim, to protect, and to guard.
Kurama's passion was flooded into Hiei's body as Kurama worked his magic lips, tracing and outlining, and driving Hiei absolutely insane until the redhead did something he'd never done before and Hiei was a bit baffled about knowing what to do.
Kurama's tongue gently invaded Hiei's mouth, tangling with the other's enticingly, flirtatiously before pulling back, grinning at the confused, but hazed look on Hiei's young face.
"Did you like that?"
"It was most. . . unusual. But quite enjoyable, I suppose. Do it again, and I shall make my conclusion."
Kurama pressed their lips together once more, starting up the dance erotically with coaxing Hiei's mouth, savoring every moment as they moved, molding into each other. Hiei began to get the hang of it, and couldn't stifle a happy squeak as Kurama moaned, the sound bouncing between their connection.
Both pulled back at the same time, need for air outweighing their happiness for the moment. Hiei laid gently against Kurama's chest, a strangely satisfying sensation fulfilling him completely, Kurama's scent lingering until everything faded into nothingness.
"I. . . You won't want to put up with me, the next few days, I'm sure. Today was different."
Kurama smiled. "Don't worry, Hiei. I'll take you in any mood, any form, and any way. I won't abandon you." He heard the smaller figure sigh contently, and he cuddled him protectively. "Nothing could keep me away."
"Truly?"
"Truly."
o-o-o
Kurama didn't want to leave the fire demon the next morning, he didn't want to go to Yuusuke's house and check on him, he didn't want to forget last night because it was perfect. Nothing, and no one could spoil his good mood. He knocked on the door twice before it smashed opened, taking him quite aback.
A haggard Yuusuke greeted him, eyes slightly puffy and darker than normal, a sad sort of grin on his usually cheerful face. "Hey, Kurama," he whispered in a small voice.
"Yuusuke? What happened?"
Ushering the fox demon in, he went straight to the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Kurama noticed dozens of Styrofoam cups littering the counters,pills of all sorts spilled out and the floor.
Kurama sat on the couch gingerly, biting his lip at the frantic and nervous aura about the room. "What's happened?" he asked quietly, trying not to disturb the already shattering silence that had taken over.
To his immediate surprise, Yuusuke let out a small sob. "She's. . . we don't. . . just,"
"Yuusuke, is Keiko--"
"N-no, Kurama. She's okay, but we don't think she's pregnant. . . anymore." The spirit detective choked out, breathing deeply. "Sorry I'm so emo, and all that, just. . . I wanted a kid, so much and just--"
Kurama got up and hugged his long time friend gently, and wasn't shocked to find the hold strengthen as Yuusuke's hands wrapped around him. "I'm so very sorry Yuusuke, truly."
Hurt filled brown eyes let out another tear, before stoning slightly and Yuusuke pulled away, sighing. "Thanks, Kurama. I just wish Keiko was more. . . turmoiled."
"She's not?" Kurama questioned.
Yuusuke scratched the back of his, shrugging. "Not really, and that's fucking confusing, if you asked me. She was all excited but now we find out she's not and. . . well, she hasn't even cried!"
Kurama bit his lip. "People deal with things different ways, you know."
Nodding, Yuusuke tried smiling, but failed miserably. "You're right, I guess. If only I knew where she'd gone, though."
Kurama raised his eyebrows. "She left?"
"Yep. Have no clue where she went, either."
Kurama's voice was grave as he spoke. "Yuusuke, you need to find her. Now."
Slowly, Yuusuke's confused expression turned incredulous, and he snapped out of the sobbing mess he was, choking on his words.
"No! She wouldn't. . . shit!"
And he ran out of the door, nearly pulling it off his hinges.
Kurama followed, nervous and anxious at the same time.
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TBC...
I'm starting high school! You know what that means, eh? Slow ass updates. :( I wish it weren't true, but it is. So far, it's been like three weeks and I have assignments and essays and I'm so tired, geez. And I wasn't sure how to climax this chapter, actually. So, blah. Please review, for my sanity. I've got plenty more plot twists to go, by the way. :D
And I like Yuusuke/Keiko, and I should have mentioned het, but oh well. No one seems upset about it too much. And note, this fic is about friendship, first.
Sara Yuki: Oh and I know I know most people spell Yuusuke, Yusuke, but it's the same way with Shuichi, to me. You can spell it either way, although I'm not completely certain.
To blue kitsune251: Oh, that idea's been around. I don't know if I'm using it or not, probably not. But I didn't steal it, just to let you know. Promise:D
To Kikira-san: I didn't much like the new book, it totally killed any possibilities that my favorite pairing could have actually been cannon. (Siri/Remmie) And... SNAPE! Wtf! -cries- Heehee, thank you anyway.