Ichi: Spicy
Disclaimer: I’m only borrowing Kurama and Hiei. You don’t want to know what I’d do with them if I owned them.
Well, here you have it. Everyone wanted a sequel to Thorn in my Side, so here you have it. Okay, um warnings: Yaoi and some light lime.
Oh, and I’ve got some Japanese words in here, so here’s what they mean:
Makai: literally means hell or underworld. It’s where da demons live.
Ningenkai: the human world. Ningen means human.
Reikai: spirit world. It’s where you go when you’re dead. If you’re lucky.
Youkai: demon! It can also mean ghost or apparition.
Baka: you probably know this one. It means idiot or fool.
Kitsune: fox or fox demon. Like Kurama! *cuddles Kurama*
Koorime: ice demon or whatever they are. You know, like Yukina.
Katana: Japanese sword. If you didn’t know that one I’ll have to wonder if you’ve ever even watched Yu Yu Hakusho.
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A date? What the hell is a date anyway? Some baka ningen practice. If Kurama thought he was going to drag Hiei in on this ningen crap, the kitsune was poorly mistaken.
So why had Hiei agreed to it? He was really starting to detest this ‘crush’ thing.
“Come now, Hiei, it will only be a couple of hours,” Kurama pleaded, his hands clasped as if he were praying.
“No way in hell.” Hiei shook his head. “I am not going to a ningen movie.”
“But you might like it.”
“Hn. I doubt that,” the fire youkai said with a death glare.
“But...please?” Kurama pouted. “Not even for me?”
Hiei’s glare didn’t waver.
“Perhaps I overestimate my charm...” the kitsune said thoughtfully. “Maybe you would rather spend the evening here in my room.”
A blush spread rapidly over Hiei’s face. “But there isn’t anything to do here.”
“Not necessarily...” Kurama stopped. No need to go into details. “You’re right, that’s why we should go to a movie.”
“Hn.” Damn that kitsune, talking him into this crap
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And that was how Hiei ended up sitting in a ‘theater’. It was dark inside, but that wasn’t what bothered him. It was those damn seats.
“Hiei, just sit down. They won’t bite.” Kurama laughed.
“I’ll stand, thank you,” the half-Koorime muttered, glaring at the flipped up chair Kurama was pointing at. What kind of baka designed these things anyway?
“Hiei, you aren’t afraid of them, are you?” Kurama teased. Hopefully Hiei would take that as a challenge. Then perhaps he could get the little youkai to sit down and enjoy himself.
“Afraid?” Does that baka want to be hurt? Hiei thought, reaching for his katana before he remembered Kurama had made him leave it in his room. Wait, he’s just trying to trick me... Hiei realized. “Kitsune, you’re really pushing it.”
“Hiei...” Kurama glanced around. People were starting to stare. Maybe this had been a bad idea. “Uh, perhaps you’d rather go somewhere else.”
“Damn right I would.” Finally that baka was on the right track.
“Yes, that might be best. Why don’t you tell me where you want to go,” Kurama suggested.
“Me?” Hiei asked, surprised. Nowhere. That was what he wanted to say. But he really did want to be with Kurama... “Outside.”
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“You know, Hiei, I never would have taken you for the romantic type,” Kurama teased, propping his head on his hand.
“Shut up, baka,” Hiei snapped, though he was blushing. He hoped Kurama couldn’t see it.
Kurama smiled. “That’s fine. I don’t need to talk.” He ran his fingers lightly through the soft grass.
Hiei looked away from the kitsune and back to the sky. The moon was full, he noticed. “There aren’t very many stars,” he commented.
Kurama blinked. It was unlike Hiei to begin a conversation.
The fire youkai glanced at Kurama out of the corner of his eye. “Well? Aren’t you going to say something?”
“I thought you didn’t want me to talk?”
“Baka. I never said that.”
“I know.” Kurama laughed quietly.
“What’s so funny?” Hiei asked with a glare.
“I was just thinking about how usually you would never put yourself in such a compromising position.”
The half-Koorime frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, usually you’re so on guard,” Kurama explained, his emerald eyes passing over Hiei lying in the grass. “If something attacked you right now...”
“Hn,” the youkai remarked, as if to say, ‘You know I’m not that weak.’
“Of course.”
“It’s amazing how stupid you can be,” Hiei said. Suddenly he felt something crawling up his leg. He sat up. It was a vine. It slithered up his leg and around his waist like a snake. “Very funny, Kurama.”
“Oh, how did that get there?”
Hiei yanked the vine out of the ground and tossed it at the kitsune’s face. He easily dodged it. The baka was laughing his ass off. I’ll give you something to laugh about, Kurama, Hiei thought menacingly.
“I’m sorry, Hiei, I just couldn’t help it,” Kurama apologized, stopping his laughter. “Now you’re all tensed up though. You really shouldn’t worry. What’s the worst that I could do to you? You know there isn’t any danger here.”
The kitsune said this, but his eyes were glittering dangerously. Hiei thought it must be the youko’s mischievous nature in Kurama that made him act like this. He replied with a, “Hn.”
Kurama smiled slyly and lay back against the grass. The night sky was rather overcast. Few stars shone here and there, but the full moon was entirely visible. “It’s fine,” he said, more to himself then to Hiei.
“What’s fine?”
“The dark. The lights of the city are too bright anyway. It’s a rare thing to be in such darkness.” They were about eight miles from the city, but the air was considerably clearer and the silence was welcome.
Hiei was suddenly aware that Kurama had moved closer to him. The kitsune’s hand seemed to have its own mind as it crept over Hiei’s own. He unwittingly sucked in a breath at the touch, of which Kurama appeared not to notice at all. He thought suddenly that he should pull his hand away, but as if sensing his thoughts, the hand around his tightened its hold.
“Hiei, there’s often been something I’ve wondered about you,” Kurama spoke softly, turning to look at the half-Koorime.
“What’s that?”
“Are you ever lonely?” The voice was almost a whisper.
“Baka, of course not,” Hiei replied, noticing suddenly that Kurama had released his hand, and it was he who had a hold firmly around the kitsune’s fingers. He stared for a moment at the hand, wondering what it would feel like to have Kurama touching him all over.
Kurama followed Hiei’s gaze to their interlocked fingers. “And if I told you I was sometimes lonely?”
“I would say...” Hiei trailed off. “Isn’t everybody?”
“So then you admit that you do get lonely.” Kurama smiled. Hiei glanced at his face, ruby eyes narrowing.
“Why are you asking me all these stupid questions?” the fire youkai muttered. But he didn’t release Kurama’s hand.
“I’m just naturally curious,” Kurama answered. “And besides that, I’m trying to get you to relax so I can kiss you.” He mentally laughed when Hiei twitched his hand. Still he didn’t pull away though. That was a good sign. Despite his outer appearance, Kurama knew Hiei was quite shy when it came to certain things.
Hiei caught his breath and managed a soft, “Hn.” His heart was thumping a bit loudly, and he wondered if Kurama could hear it. Despite this he felt suddenly bold. “Baka. If you wanted to kiss me, why didn’t you just say so?”
Kurama blinked, then laughed. There were many times when Hiei surprised him. “Okay then, Hiei,” he said, sitting up so that he was face to face with the little youkai. “May I kiss you?”
“You don’t need to ask either,” the fire youkai huffed, rolling his eyes. In spite of what Hiei said, he was quite stunned when Kurama leaned in and took his mouth with his own.
Kurama was just as surprised when Hiei began kissing him back. It occurred to him that this was Hiei’s first kiss, save for that small kiss the half-Koorime had given Kurama days before. The kitsune felt delighted to be able to show Hiei what a real kiss felt like. He licked at the youkai’s lower lip until he opened his mouth in confusion. Delving his tongue into Hiei’s mouth, he trailed his fingers up the youkai’s back.
Hiei let go of Kurama’s hand and unconsciously his arms found their way around the kitsune’s neck. Somewhere in his mind he realized he must have seemed a bit desperate just then. It made him feel weak. He pulled away.
Kurama opened his eyes and stared questioningly at the little fire youkai. “I’m sorry, Hiei. I‘ve done something to upset you.” Though he didn’t know exactly what that something was.
“Shut up,” was all Hiei said, catching his breath and climbing to his feet.
“You’re going?”
“I don’t need you,” he suddenly blurted out, cursing himself silently for the slip.
“Of course you don’t, Hiei,” Kurama agreed softly, finally realizing what was bothering Hiei. “Of course you don’t. But maybe you need someone.”
“I don’t need anyone.”
“Maybe not. But maybe I do.”
Hiei looked over sharply. “Youkai need no one.”
“I’m not all youkai anymore, as you know,” Kurama said, standing up and brushing at a grass stain on his pants as if he could make it go away.
“Yes you are. You have the soul and the mind of yourself, of Youko. That’s who you are. No amount of time you spend in the Ningenkai can erase that.” Hiei regretted even saying it. It sounded way too sentimental.
“Maybe.”
“You keep saying maybe. Make up your mind.”
The kitsune gave a light laugh. “Hiei, what would you say if I told you I loved you?”
“I’d say you’re a baka,” Hiei said immediately, but receiving the full realization of what Kurama had just said, he put a little more thought into his words. “That’s just a stupid concept of love. Saying it doesn’t make it true. Anyone could say it. I could say it.” He paused, once again annoyed at his own hasty words. “I’m just saying it would need to be proven.” He wasn’t at all satisfied with his choice of words, and it took all he had not to run away and deal with this at some later point in time.
Kurama could practically hear Hiei’s teeth gritting, and the little youkai seemed much less then adamant about his staying here. Perhaps it would be best to let him go. Let him decide when the time was right to explore their feelings in earnest. His thoughts were very soon disrupted however, for just as he was about to make up the excuse that he was tired, which was for Hiei’s benefit, the fire youkai gave an aggravated growl and turned on him, looking for all the world as if he were going to attack. What he did do though, which came as a surprise, was pull him down rather roughly by the hair and kiss him.
It was Hiei again this time that broke the kiss, but only so he could say something, which he muttered in a barely audible voice, but he knew Kurama would hear. “You think too much.”
*****Chapter 3 next
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