So this was a combination of two requests. Someone submitted the word "fistfight," to my blog and wanted a story from it, while someone here wanted a Kurama and Hiei comfort story. So I combined to two into the one story below! Hope you all like it.

I had a lot of trouble with this being as i needed a new computer (finally got it all settled) and then Kurama and Hiei relationships of any types are especially hard for me to write. I feel like their friendship is very complicated, and really hard to sort out, so I hope i managed well enough!

Hiei closed the door with a soft click, but the sound could have been as loud as as a door slamming with how quiet the room was.

"His ribs are busted, and the toxin is making his way through his blood stream," Hiei announced, voice quiet and steady.

Kurama, who was using a damp rag to wash his hands, did not look up at Hiei, "I administered the nightshade mixed with the demon's foxtail plant. He'll have to fight, but the toxin will pass through him and he'll recover. It will be painful…but he will survive."

"…And what do we tell him about…?" Hiei let the question hang in the air.

Kurama knew what he was asking.

Kurama examined his nails, looking for any missed blood or grime, "…We tell him the truth. It was a calculated decision, we chose the one who would survive. As hard as it was, we made the choice-"

Hiei's fist collided with Kurama's face.

Kurama was rocked to the side, the rag falling to the ground. A moment of stillness hung between the pair, and seeming to not have received the response he wanted, Hiei lashed out with the other fist, punching Kurama on the other side of his face. This time, the hit sent Kurama from his chair on to the floor.

Hiei grabbed Kurama by the scruff of his shirt, and pulled the fox close, and glared down hard at his companion. Hiei's red eyes bored down into Kurama's marred face, willing the man to meet his gaze. Kurama refused to meet it.

"Look at me!" Hiei snarled, his red eyes flashing, and skin flushing red from anger.

A silence passed, and Hiei shook Kurama roughly, "Dammit-I said, Look at me!"

Kurama finally looked to Hiei's face, and trembled at what he saw. Hiei's face was a mingle of tormented emotions. Anger, sorrow, hurt…all displayed open on Hiei's face, and worse yet, were the tears that cascaded unbidden down his face.

"We are not going to go in there and tell Yusuke we chose his life over…over Kuwabara's because of some calculated bullshit-especially when its not even true! That's not why….that's…" Hiei seemed to realize he was crying, and released Kurama from his grip.

He turned away, his fists curled tightly at his sides, and his shoulders shaking as his head stooped low into his chest.

Kurama eventually dragged himself up and approached Hiei. There was a pregnant moment where the air was stiff and filled with tension and unasked questions. But Kurama's arm came up and he wrapped Hiei in a hug from behind, and shared a rare tight embrace with his longtime friend.

Hiei did not pull away.

"…You didn't… we didn't let Kuwabara die because we thought Yusuke was the one who would make it. There was nothing calculated about it. We weren't…"

"Kuwabara didn't even give us a choice," Kurama whispered, his voice sounding strained and raw. He bent his nose low, pressing it into Hiei's hair, clinging to the shorter demon for comfort.

"When I reached for him, Kuwabara knew I could only…I only had enough strength left to lift one of them. Kuwabara…he looked at me. He took my hand…he let go…and he fell…he fell so far…

Hiei closed his eyes at Kurama's soft words, and tried not to think of a long body curled and crumpled on the ground. Alone and broken, lying in the dirt.

"He let go on purpose," Hiei muttered.

"Yes."

"…Why anger Yusuke and tell him that you would choose his life over Kuwabara's?"

"Yusuke needs someone to be angry at-"

"Kurama-"

"So do you. So do I. It…Yusuke shouldn't be angry at Kuwabara"

"So you'd make yourself the target of everyone's anger? You're a fool!" Hiei spat, his hand coming to grip Kurama's wrist.

Hiei closed his eyes as Kurama pressed his wet face to Hiei's neck.

"You're a fool, " Hiei criticized again, eyes closed tight, and hand gripping Kurama's wrist. He would not let go, nor would he let Kurama go through with his half cocked plan.

And for a long time, until the silence came too much to bear, the two held each other, trying to find comfort in the desperate embrace.

End