Hiei's POV:

Two days after the incident, Kurama's up and a little bit about. Yukina still keeps a close look on him incase something bad happens. I train outside every afternoon while my sister treats Kurama. He's called his family lying to them a lot. I can tell it hurt him just as much as his injuries.

This afternoon, he comes out and watches me train. I try not to show off or embarrass myself too much. His emerald eyes watch my every move. He keeps staring at me with that smile it's too hard for me to focus.

After some time, I get really fidgety and ask, "Something about me slicing air that makes you want to keep watching?"

Kurama shrugs, not taking off the smile. He motions me to come over. "It's just the way you have two personalities in you." I sit next to him while he speaks. "Hiei, I need to tell you something."

I give him my full attention, wondering what he's about to tell me. "Yeah? What is it?"

I can tell he's hesitating by the way he bites his bottom lip. "I… About Makuro… There's something you need to know before deciding whether or not to kill him."

Something feels off. Kurama hardly stutters when he speaks unless it's the two of us talking about us. "Okay. What about him do I need to know?"

"He's really a-"

Yukina stepped in on us. As a big brother, I'm not allowed to get mad at her. "Lunch is ready. And Kurama shouldn't be moving too much. You're still recovering." She helps him up on his feet and leads in the living room.

Yukina made us a cup of soba noodles with spicy soy sauce and her usual tea. We all eat in content silence. Kurama mentions something about returning home and lying to his family about his disappearance. I feel like I'm the reason he's been changing from innocent to a guy who skips and drops out. That's not what I want to do to him. Am I a bad influence?

After eating, Yukina heads off to the market and Kurama back to his home. That leaves me all alone in our place, thinking of a carefully planned out revenge. No one hurts my Kurama and not get anything in return.

The wind suddenly rushes in and I know I'm not alone. Someone else is inside my room besides me. I'm surprised who stands behind me. "What the hell do you want, Makuro?" I clench my teeth to keep my anger trap inside.

"I'm confused, Hiei. What does that human have that I don't?" He takes another step towards me.

"It's something you'll never understand Makuro. He posses something that I can't describe."

Before I could react, Makuro starts unwrapping the bandages from his face. Then I can feel my cheeks heat up when 'he' strips off his clothes. "You see now Hiei?"

I swallow hard. "You're -You're a girl?"

She nods. "Yes. I am. Do you regret being with me?" Makuro gives me no time to answer. She immediately presses her body close to mine. I'm too frozen to push her away.

To make it even worse, she brushes her lips against my neck making shivers shoot up my body. "M- Makuro stop! I- I can't. I'm with…"

"A human?" My heart threatens to burst the moment her tongue makes contact with my skin.

Kill me now. My next moves aren't the ones I wish I'd made. I unconsciously wrap my arms around her neck and pull her closer. I know the glares in my eyes are probably gone. Makuro kisses me tenderly like I'm a broken child in her grasp.

"I- I had forgotten why I left you, Makuro." I whisper in her ear. She carefully takes off my cloak and pushes me against the wall. Something inside me begs me to stop. But so far, my body isn't listening. As time passes, I become more absorb in Makuro and she becomes more absorb in me.

"Hiei, who do you really want to be with?"

With my mind too numb to speak, I stupidly say, "You."

Kurama's POV:

My hand barely touches the knob. Has Hiei been lying to me all these times? When he said he loved me, did he really mean it? I bite my lip to keep the tears in my eyes. I slowly back away from his room and run out the house to wherever. Anywhere is better than here. I feel like someone is grabbing my heart and squeezing it, threatening to burst.

I stop in front of a tree, breathless. Then my fists begin to scratch the bark or vice versa. I let the tears fall as I punch the wood over and over. Love is stupid.