This birthed from an odd dream and the fact that I can't stand scary movies.

Disclaimer : I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Another World

'Scary' Movies

Normal POV

She, in no way, asked why he always agreed to watch movies with her once in a while, nor did he ever bring it up. He just figured she was glad to have anyone around while she watched films.

He forgot how the cycle started. It had been a long time since their premiere.

Every time was practically the same either way. She would dim her living room lights, shut her blinds, and have a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table accompanied by two drinks of her choosing.

Perhaps the only difference each time was the type of show they watched. More often it would be romance, but it changed to drama, suspense, humor, and action too.

He never really paid attention to her other movies, but often tried to stay awaken, failing miserably. However, she never scolded him, not even once. She would just gently nudge him awake and smile at him.

It really pissed him off.

Whenever she did that, it confused him to no end. Maybe that was the reason he came to her home to see her films. He highly doubted it, though he never threw the idea out.

The only moment he ever stayed awake during her movies, was when she play horror films. There weren't in any way scary to him, he had seen more gruesome things in his life, but he loved to see her reactions.

For the first few minutes of the movie, they would just sit there and watch as the plot began to develop, him bored and her fascinated.

But as the more supposedly frightening parts rolled on, she would cower in fear behind him, often using his back like a shield. When the killer popped out of nowhere and stuck down his/her victim, she would yelp in surprise, burying her face further into his clothes.

And as soon as the story reached its climax, she would hold onto him in utter apprehension. He was glad she turned off the lights to 'ensue the mood' because the darkness hid his flushed face.

As the ending began and she learned that all would be well, her increased heart rate would slow and she would ease gradually off him.

However, occasionally they couldn't finish the film, therefore preventing the comfort of a happy ending. So she would stay beside him, clasping his arm in fright.

One night, she actually begged him to stay with her for the night, so startled at the bloodcurdling movie they didn't complete. He tentatively agreed and waited at her bedside while she slept.

Whilst she dreamed, he laid awake, wondering why he always said 'yes' to her. Was it the guilt that arose the first time he sat with her and dozed off? Or was it that he just felt bored every time she happened to request something.

He realized as he absently stroked her cheek that it was neither of the two.

It was the fact he enjoyed sitting with her in the still darkness. The fact that there was nothing to influence them to act amiably toward each other, nor was there anything to make them behave hatefully.

They were, in truth, just themselves during those times. It was akin to their own private world, unaffected by any entity of any form.

But there was no way that world could last forever.

He watched as she tossed and turned in her sleep, unknowingly grabbing his hand. He allowed her to pull him nearer, so close his chin skimmed the top of her pillow.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, hazily staring straight into his crimson eyes. She smiled wearily at him.

"Thanks for staying with me Hiei…" She said gratefully, yawning slightly as she nuzzled his hand in appreciation like a cat.

"… Hn. Baka onna." He replied in a soft tone, using his free hand to clear her forehead of cerulean hair before laying a gentle peck on it. "Go back to sleep."

She beamed again, cuddling his limb as if it were a doll. He leaned on his elbow leisurely, waiting her for to fall back into her dreams.

'Perhaps in another world, Botan.' He thought, kissing her head tenderly once more. 'Perhaps in another world…'

Argghh... Why can't I write a happy one! It's frustrating! Anyway, that was really short. I had heard somewhat the true drabbles are actually only a hundred words long. Oh well, I hope you still enjoyed it...