Covet

Summary: Look only at me. Want only me. Be mine only. Otherwise, I'll break you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

A/N: This chapter, unlike the prologue, is set in the third person's perspective. Meaning no more Kurama POVs, though you can still tell how crazy he is just from the descriptions that will be detailed in this fic.

Chapter 2

"I thought you were against breaking innocent girls' hearts?"

Kurama looked up from the floor of his stepfather's company, emerald orbs catching sight of flowing black coat before his eyes traveled further upwards to meet a pair of bloody crimson. A half smile reached the corners of his lips as he ran a hair into his fiery red mane.

"Hello, Hiei," he greeted as he watched the other demon jump down from the chandelier and stalked towards him. "I would appreciate it if you would cease waiting on the chandelier for me to finish work."

Hiei rolled his eyes and made a small grunting noise at the back of his throat as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Hn. As if I care." He turned his head from the fox and proceeded to pin a deathly glare on one of Kurama's coworkers as he walked past them. The poor man gave out a shudder before shrieking and running out of the door.

"Your answer is unsurprisingly predictable. Although, I still hope you would put that awful habit of yours to a halt as I'm getting complaints from my colleagues about the chandelier swinging around like it's about to fall. Not that I care, but I do not wish to listen to another nonsensical story about this building being haunted," Kurama said as the door opened to give way to an exit and he stepped out of the threshold of Hatanaka's Corporation. Hiei followed suit, muttering something incoherent under his breath as the automatic door shut close behind them.

"You still didn't answer my question," Hiei reminded him as they entered the busy streets.

Kurama stepped aside to allow an old lady to pass through and offered her a curt smile as she thanked him before averting his gaze to the fire demon. A sigh escaped him as he realized that Hiei was referring to the girl who confessed to him just before he chose to approach him. He had known a while ago that the shorter male had been watching the whole scene, but had wished that he wouldn't bring it up in the conversation – but, of course, like many things, Hiei did not function the way Kurama would have liked him to.

"I thought you were being rhetorical," he supplied, "and for your information, I never said that I was against breaking their hearts. I merely said that I would rather not to, but if the circumstances were to provide a reason for me to do so, that doesn't mean I wouldn't resort to rejecting them. I'm not to blame for not reciprocating their feelings. Since when were you interested in my love life anyway?"

"I just thought it would be fun to watch you attempt to control your frustration as you talk about your rabid fangirls," Hiei answered as one of the corners of his lips quirked up into a small, self-satisfied smirk. He distinctly caught the sound of Kurama uttering a savage curse under his breath and could just feel the fox shaking his head in disapproval.

A verbal insult teased at the tip of Kurama's tongue, but the words failed to leave his throat as Hiei retrieved a white envelope from the inside of his cloak and pushed it to his stomach. Kurama instantly grabbed it before it managed to fall on the ground.

"What's this?" Kurama asked but did not actually expect a proper answer as he turned the envelope around and promptly noted to himself that it was from Keiko and Yusuke. "An invitation to their wedding?" he guessed, but knew that from the silent shrug of Hiei's left shoulder that his response came in the form of a yes.

"I never knew you've subjected yourself to being their personal mailboy. Are Mukuro's errands becoming too mundane for you?" he went on with a teasing edge in his smooth timbre, peridot irises gleaming in mischief as his short friend shot him a heated stare.

"One more word from you and I will not hesitate to slit your throat, Kurama," Hiei snapped, the sentence tinted with the adding of a menacing growl, "and I just so happened to meet them by chance. They wanted to post it to you, but Yusuke decided that they didn't need to bother because I was around and thus, I was forced to do the work of handing it to you. Be thankful I went out of my way just to do this for your sorry ass, fox."

"Thank you, Hiei. I really do appreciate it," Kurama replied with a smile as he lightly waved the envelope for emphasis, wisely choosing to ignore Hiei's death threat. He was far too used to Hiei throwing him that kind of thing at least once a day to actually feel threatened by it.

When the fire demon didn't justify him with a response, the redhead prompted on opening the envelope. Once the letter inside was free from its confinements, Kurama proceeded to read what was written on the folded piece of paper. It looked as if it was worn out, as if it had been read over and over again. Kurama could only presume Hiei had unabashedly looked inside at some point before they met up, but cleverly kept his assumptions to himself.

"You are now invited to Yusuke Urameshi's and Keiko Yukimura's wedding ceremony on July 15th, this Saturday. Gifts are encouraged, but are not considered as necessities to bring along. Upon your decision to attend the ceremony, it is therefore advised that you bring a partner along as a romantic companion for the day's events..." His mind blocked out any of the other words visible on the invitation card and syllables blurred out in his now clouded view as a statical noise went through his head. It was as if all line of thoughts steered to a dead end due to the last sentence.

"Since when were we required to bring dates to a wedding?" he muttered more to himself than to the demon next to him. And yet, unexpectedly, he earned an immediate response.

"How the hell should I know? I am not accustomed to your foolish, human ways," Hiei snorted and rolled his eyes. A pause hung shortly, yet painfully in the air before he turned to face the fox demon with a mildly interested expression on his otherwise blank face. "Do you have anyone in mind?" he inquired, in spite of having a clue as to whom the redhead was thinking about.

Those freckles of molten gold in his vibrant green eyes and the sudden change from calm flowing of his aura to waves of tension and sexual frustration could only mean one thing. Hiei knew this, as he had seen the same look over and over again on the thief's face. The same look he would adopt whenever his eyes laid on her.

A flash of blue, a sparkle of violet, shimmering orbs and a wide smile on pink, glossy lips. Kurama's mind could still barely hear the swooshing sound of her trademark kimono flowing in time with the bone-chilling breeze, and could vividly see the hem of it flying upwards due to the strong wind, revealing a bit of her long legs and the flushed skin of her knees. If one could look into his head and witness the images conjured up in the dark recesses of his mind, one would have assumed he had watched said images countless times that he could still remember them to a tee. If so, then one's suspicions could only be deemed correct.

"Why, yes, Hiei. Yes, I do, indeed," he uttered, words barely above a hushed whisper.

The line on his lips curved upwards to form a nearly feral grin; the predatory nature in the smirk revealing one barely visible fang as his eyes clouded into a murky forest green, his lust and desire already evident in all of its naked glory. His human side scurrying beneath, the demonic instincts lying dormant within seemed to rear their ugly heads into the surface.

Hiei had to suppress a cold shiver as he whirled away from the sight.

A monster such as the one walking beside him would only bring trouble. And Hiei could smell it coming from a mile away.