'Sceneplay' is a badly hammered together montage of 4-5 different (formerly unrelated) scenes running around in my head over the course of several weeks. I figured that if they were going to be in my mind I might as well write them down before they mutated into something really dumb. It was probably too late. Oh, and this is my first lemon, so please be kind. That means flames should be done in POLITE language.
Sceneplay
by Joanna
Scene 1
It
was a perfectly normal, pleasant evening at the Hatanaka-Minamino home. The parents
went quietly about their business downstairs; Hatanaka Shuiichi was absent, staying the
night at a friend's; and Minamino Shuiichi sat at his desk doing homework in his pajama
bottoms. All in all, it was a household like many others in Tokyo.
Well, except for the small fire demon
performing a kata in the middle of Shuiichi's room. As if he really needed to
practice with his sword, the redhead thought, sneaking a glance. The youkai was
already an incredible fighter... as he'd most likely be quick to prove if he knew what his
shirtless workout was doing to Kurama's train of thought. Every move Hiei made
seemed sensual tonight. The play of muscles under the dark skin; the smooth,
powerfully controlled motions; the thin sheen of sweat on his heaving chest... gods, how
he'd love to make Hiei sweaty and breathless himself...!
He doubted he'd ever get the chance,
though. Hiei had ignored every pass he'd made in the past few years. Kurama
wasn't sure if the stoic Koorime had even noticed, though he'd done just about everything
he could that wouldn't damage their friendship, meaning he'd managed to stop short of
jumping that perfectly formed little body. Not that it was easy to do so... his grip
on the pencil tightened. His hands itched to stroke the smooth expanse of skin on
Hiei's chest. And other places, of course, but his chest was what he could see at
the moment.
Suddenly Hiei stopped. Kurama
instantly dropped his eyes to his work, hearing the sound of a low curse, followed by the
muffled chop of a katana being jammed point-first into the floor.
"Hiei!" Kurama spun in his
chair to face the petite figure standing right behind him. "How am I supposed
to explain to Kaasan how my floor got gouged?"
"Shut up." Kurama
blinked. Those beautiful garnet eyes shone with a strange light, and if he'd thought
about it (his mind wasn't really working right now) he would've thought that Hiei was
standing awfully close...
"Wha...mmph!"
Hiei pulled back, Kurama stunned into
silence. Slowly, he brought his fingers up to touch his lips. He could still
feel Hiei's warmth on them, still taste the other's mouth. Hiei smirked.
"I said shut up. You've been flirting with me for years." His eyes
narrowed. "Is it an offer or a game?"
"An... offer..." Kurama
whispered. Hiei grabbed his arm and swung him from the chair to fall on the
bed. In an instant, he'd covered Kurama's body with his own, pinning him there flat
on his back.
"An offer. How much are you
offering?"
Kurama didn't flinch at the fierce tone,
though his voice was still weak. "Everything..."
A soft nibble along the side of his
jaw. "Everything, hm? Your body?"
"H...hai..."
"It'll hurt... unless you're not a
virgin...?"
"Shuiichi is." This made
Hiei's smirk broaden. Kurama could feel the change in expression as Hiei worked his
way lazily along his neck.
"Then you probably don't know what this
body likes, do you?" He mouthed Kurama's collarbone.
"Not everything..."
"Hm..." The form under him
shivered at the sensual promise in his tone.
Hiei's tongue traced lower, tasting a
slight tang of salt and heat and a particular taste that was Kurama's alone. It was
similar to roses, Hiei noted. Not too surprising. He bypassed the nipples...
make the fox wait a bit... and flicked his tongue into Kurama's navel, bringing a sharp
intake of breath. So, Kurama liked that, did he? He nipped sharply at the
spot.
"Oh!" Kurama gasped.
"Did I hurt you?" Hiei brought
his head up in concern.
"No... it felt good. Please
don't stop... ah!" Hiei's mouth descended on a spot he'd skipped, Kurama
arching his back trying to get more of the nipple in Hiei's mouth. He obliged the
unspoken request, suckling at it as his hands traveled lower still.
"Ne, Kurama... we're still
overdressed." Leaf-green eyes traveled down to where Hiei's hand rested on the
waistband of the pajamas.
"So we are..." he said
breathlessly. "Hiei, are you sure you want to...?"
"Seems like I'm supposed to be asking
you that."
"I know what I want, Hiei. But
I haven't asked you what you want." Hiei blinked. "What do you want,
Hiei?"
"You."
"How much of me? You've already
mentioned my body. Is that... all?"
"Are you offering more?"
Kurama was silent, his eyes pleading. Hiei looked deep into them, searching.
Finally, he leaned in close to Kurama's ear. "Tell me what else you're
offering." he ordered.
"My..." Kurama's eyes
closed, unable to watch as he spoke the next words, unable to not say them. "My
heart." He felt Hiei's weight shift as the little youkai sat bolt upright, his
hands leaving Kurama's waist. A chill wrapped around Kurama's heart... now Hiei
would vanish. He'd gone too far. Damn, damn, da...
Something cold and hard landed on his
chest. Kurama's eyes shot open, and he stared at the small black stone twinkling
against his skin. A startled glance upwards, and his eyes locked on Hiei's
face. More specifically, on the blood-red streak trailing from the corner of one
eye.
"Hiei...?" He couldn't
help himself, sitting up under the still form, his hand going out to touch the damp cheek
in concern. Hiei didn't flinch away from the gentle touch, but his fist clenched in
the sheets. Kurama instantly brought his hand away. "Gomen, Hiei... I
shouldn't have done that."
Hiei slowly brought his fist up before
him. He gazed at it for a long moment, his face unreadable. Then, he gently
pulled Kurama's hand up, dropped something into it, and closed the fingers around
it. Kurama opened his hand. The tear-gem sparkled darkly from the palm.
"Hiei...?" The youkai's gaze flickered up from the stone. And he
smiled.
Kurama's eyes widened. Hiei was
smiling? He was! And it was the purest, most open smile of joy he'd ever seen
on anyone other than an infant. Joy... not fear, not shock, but joy! Then this
gem was a tear of joy! Probably Hiei's first... ordinary salt-water tears came to
his eyes as he smiled back. Hiei covered Kurama's hand with his own, closing it
around the gem again, and leaned in close for another kiss. Kurama's lips parted
under Hiei's, allowing his tongue to slip in.
"My fox." he murmured.
"Mine." His lips left Kurama's to nip and lick down his neck as his free
hand returned to the youko's pants. He flung the garment aside and fumbled with his
belts. Kurama brushed his hand aside, his centuries of thievery helping him enough
to make short work of the buckles, even distracted as he was.
"Too many belts..." he muttered,
slipping the last one free. Hiei's pants quickly followed Kurama's, and both simply
looked at each other for a moment, each taking in the other's natural beauty... and their
arousals. Finally, Kurama tugged gently at their clasped hands, and Hiei pushed him
back to the bed.
Hiei traced his free hand over the planes
of Kurama's pale chest, pausing only to pinch the nipples into pebbly hardness. Then
trailing lower, he tickled at the soft curls of his groin before cupping Kurama
gently. The youko's hips lifted involuntarily, a soft sound escaping him, as Hiei
began to lightly stroke his penis. Hiei leaned in for a deep kiss, suckling the
pouty lower lip before he moved away, the loss of his hand and mouth bringing a
disappointed moan before Hiei's fingers replaced his lips. Kurama licked and sucked
eagerly, his desire-hazed youko mind recalling where this would lead.
The fingers were pulled away and replaced
by a mouth, which Kurama also licked and sucked at happily. Hiei brushed a single
finger against Kurama's opening, slowly pushing past the tightly clenching ring of muscle,
then he pulled back slightly only to push further in. He slid his finger in and out
several times before adding another. Again the slow finger-thrusts and stretching,
and he carefully began to add a third finger. Kurama gasped into his mouth, and his
fingers promptly stilled. Hiei most definitely did not want to hurt Kurama any more
than neccessary, but it was taking all his control not to just slam into that beautiful
body. After what seemed like an impossibly long wait, Kurama began pushing back
against his invading hand. Hiei only thrust with all three fingers a few times
before pulling out. A new pressure pushed at Kurama before the fox could whimper
this time, though. Hiei gritted his teeth, his eyes locked on Kurama's, drowning in
darkened emerald pools and licking tears from the corners, as he was unable to keep
himself from pushing in slightly faster than he intended. To his credit, once he was
seated fully he managed to hold himself perfectly still inside, watching Kurama for the
signs that the pain had finally faded away.
Finally, Kurama's hips began to
move. Hiei moved with him slowly. Too slowly for Kurama, it seemed. He
cupped Hiei's cheek in his free hand, pulled his head down to brush lips with a feathery
touch, and whispered, "Please, Hiei... more."
Hiei began thrusting faster, soon making
Kurama gasp with each thrust. But it wasn't until he pushed in at a slightly
different angle that he was able to hear the words whispered with every breath.
"Hiei... ai shiteru... ai
shiteru..." Kurama panted. Hiei groaned at this, and pounded deeper into the
youko writhing beneath him. He felt the tension within him tighten, drawing towards
his center, and grasped Kurama firmly, pumping. He felt the muscles around him
tighten, and caught the wordless cry with his mouth as liquid heat flowed over his
hand. Kurama's grip and his heat took Hiei over the edge at almost the same moment.
Hiei came back to himself lying on top of
Kurama, his head buried against the slender neck. He carefully pushed himself up,
sliding out of Kurama reluctantly to roll to his side. They curled up against each
other in languid contentment.
"Mmm... Hiei, that was..."
The youkai put a finger to the fox's lips.
"I know." Then he looked
down. "Ne, Kurama... leggo my hand." He slid his arm free, draping
it over Kurama. A red-black glitter drew his eye to the youko's open hand and he
blinked. Kurama followed his gaze.
"Oh, my..." Where there
had been a smooth tear-gem in the palm, there now lay a delicately ki-crafted
pendant. Garnet-black, it was a rose in full bloom, a tongue of flame curling up and
around from the base. "It's... beautiful..."
"Hn." Hiei agreed. Kurama
closed his fingers carefully around it and held Hiei close.
"Ai shiteru, Hiei." He
kissed him. "Always." When Hiei didn't pull away, he closed his eyes
and pulled the blanket up to cover them both.
Hiei waited for Kurama's breathing to
slow, and once he was satisfied the fox was asleep, murmured, "Same here,
Fox." He then closed his eyes and fell asleep, not noticing a smile come to
Kurama's face.
***
Scene 2
It
was Sunday morning in the Hatanaka household, and Hatanaka Shiori was having a cup of tea
as she read the Sunday paper. A soft sound made her look up, and she smiled at her
loving son. His long red hair was barely mussed although he hadn't brushed it, and
his white robe was somehow perfectly loose. Where had the genes come from to make
such an incredibly beautiful son for her to be proud of?
"Ohayo, Kaasan." he beamed,
pouring himself a glass of milk. My, but he was happy this morning. Must've
had nice dreams.
"Ohayo, Shuiichi-kun." He
turned to replace the milk carton, and a sparkle of red caught her eye. "Is
your necklace new?"
He glanced down, startled.
"Hai..." He brought it out so she could get a better look. A rose,
beautifully sculpted, with a flame twisting around it, all done in a single deep red
stone.
"What kind of stone is this? I
didn't know garnet could be sculpted."
"It's not garnet, Kaasan. It's
a... 'Tear of Koorime'. They aren't too common."
"Ah." Shiori had never
heard of it. "It's so well-done... where did you get this?"
"A gift. From a friend."
"Really." Shiori gave him
a knowing look. "And would that friend be a girl, by any chance?"
Shuiichi smiled, but shook his head no. "I'm just teasing you, dear. I
know there's no one like that."
"Um, yeah." He suddenly
looked a bit uncomfortable. "I should go back upstairs... I have a lot of
homework this weekend." He finished off his milk, rinsed the glass, flashed a
quick smile, and vanished.
Shiori smiled to herself and murmured,
"Homework, musuko-chan? I know a crush when I see it." She returned
to her tea.
"He hasn't told you who it is yet,
Shiori?" her husband asked from the doorway. At the placid shake of her head,
he continued. "I don't know... I thought he tells you everything."
"He does. And he will tell me
when he's comfortable with his feelings."
"Pretty boy like that... too
pretty. Wonder why he's not comfortable telling you yet." She shot him an
uncharacteristically sharp glance. "You don't think it's a b..."
"I don't." A raised eyebrow was
his response to this. "I'm not going to speculate about this, dear.
Whoever it is, though, must be quite special to catch my son's eye."
"He never does look twice at the
ordinary girls, I've noticed."
"Anata!"
Meanwhile, Kurama slipped into his room,
shutting the door absently behind him, his eyes and mind focused on the small, dark form
in his bed. Hiei was so adorable the way he was asleep on his stomach, his arms
outstretched, elbows bent so that his loosely clenched fists were level with his
head. Almost like a child, though no child this... even as he thought this, Hiei's
eyes opened.
"Where'd you go, Fox?"
"Just getting a drink,
koibito."
Hiei smirked. "Got your drink
right here, baka." Hiei sat up, letting the sheet pool about his hips, exposing
his bare chest. Kurama licked his lips. "Well?"
"Coming, Hiei."
"You will be."
Kurama grinned broadly at this, and
sashayed over towards the bed, stopping just out of the fire demon's reach. Hiei
raised an amused eyebrow, watching the fox play with the ties to his robe before slowly
slipping the knot free and letting the robe fall open. Hiei eyed the slowly swelling
length and let himself flop back on the bed, his own erection tenting the sheet. He
put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes in an imitation of slightly bored
relaxtion. "I'm waiting, Fox."
He heard the soft swish of fabric as the
robe fell to the floor, but had no warning when Kurama mouthed his cloth-covered
penis. He opened his eyes in startlement to see that the kitsune bent over at the
waist, still standing next to the bed and therefore putting no weight on it. He
watched, fascinated, as his lover nuzzled at the thin sheet, slowly moving it up his body
using only his mouth. Hiei could feel the warm pressure of Kurama's lips through the
sheet, the slight tickling of his breath against bare skin just before it was
covered. After Kurama had brought the sheet all the way to Hiei's neck, he skipped
up to slide his tongue into Hiei's mouth. After insuring the little fire demon was
completely breathless he returned to the sheet, slowly dragging it back to its former
position at Hiei's hips. He then repeated the actions, this time without the sheet,
his mouth traveling up the youkai's chest, stopping to plunder the small mouth, and
circling back to his waist. Again he nuzzled the cloth-covered mound, then pulled
the sheet away.
Kurama licked slowly at his weeping
shaft. "Fox..." Hiei moaned, almost pleading, his hips thrusting upwards
involuntarily. Kurama smiled at his little lover, nibbling his way up from the base
and pausing to sip the thick white droplets seeping from the small opening in the head
before kissing it.
"Dammit, Kurama..." Hiei
growled when he didn't take it into his mouth, instead holding Hiei's hips down and
repeating the nibble-sip-kiss action. It was driving the youko crazy waiting like
this, too, but he was determined to keep the pace slow. It would make Hiei come all
the harder later. Finally he took pity on Hiei, and slid his penis into his mouth,
sucking lightly. Hiei twisted on the sheets, trying to get free of Kurama's grip
that kept him from thrusting into that warm cavern.
"Kurama, do it or I swear I'll yell
so loud...!" It was an empty threat, both knew, but Kurama pulled harder at
Hiei anyway, though he still held the youkai's hips still. Hiei soon groaned and
turned his face into the pillow, muffling the cry when he exploded into Kurama's
mouth. He sank bonelessly into the mattress, not noticing Kurama spit his cum into
his hand. The youko moved up Hiei's body, covering it with his own, and kissed him
deeply.
"Hiei...?" The Koorime
murmured something muffled, though encouraging, into Kurama's mouth. "Can
I...?" Hiei jumped when Kurama's fingers brushed his crack. A gleam came
into his eyes, though, and he smiled.
"You're asking?"
"Well... yes. Please, itoshii,
I want to be inside you so mu..."
Hiei grabbed him by the hair and pulled
him down, pressing their lips together. He loosened his grip only enough to growl,
"Stupid fox. Shut up and fuck me already."
Kurama beamed and slid his hand between Hiei's
legs, rubbing gently at his opening, and let the thick liquid slide along his fingers.
Hiei blinked when the wetness touched
him. "What are you using anyway, Fox?"
"My drink." Hiei raised an
eyebrow. "I didn't swallow."
A smirk. "You were that sure
I'd let you take me, Fox?"
"Hopeful." His eyes
twinkled; he knew Hiei was teasing him. "I was that hopeful."
"Ch." Hiei tugged on
Kurama's hair again. The redhead opened his mouth, his tongue putting just the
tiniest bit of pressure on Hiei's, his slick finger doing the same much lower. When
the little youkai's lips parted he slid in at each end, carefully matching his finger's
slow actions to his tongue's. Hiei's bravado aside, he could sense that it had been
a very long time for the Koorime, not counting last night... and he doubted he'd ever been
uke (bottom) at all. He pulled back and added another finger, moving slowly and
pausing every time Hiei flinched. A third finger, and he stopped and spent some time
just kissing Hiei.
"I'll stop if you want me to,
koibito." he murmured.
"Hn." Hiei pressed up
against him, wincing slightly, but the movement brought an unmistakable pressure up
against Kurama's stomach.
"Almost forgot how quickly youkai
recover..." he chuckled, bringing his hand to Hiei's member, erect again. Hiei
groaned when Kurama gave him a few gentle tugs. He didn't flinch when he moved his
hips this time, and Kurama slid his fingers in and out a few times to make sure.
Hiei pressed back against his hand enticingly, and Kurama removed it, shifting to bring
the tip of his throbbing arousal to Hiei's prepared opening. He pushed the head in
slowly, stopping when the fire demon grimaced. He pulled back slightly and thrust in
further, again and again until he was fully within Hiei, giving a shuddering sigh when he
felt the last of him fill Hiei's passage.
"You're so tight... you've never been
taken, have you, itoshii?" Hiei shook his head, almost embarrassed.
"Oh, Hiei...!" he murmured in wonder, beginning to thrust slowly. The
youkai gasped, meeting the tentative pushes instinctively. He wrapped his legs
around Kurama and met the awed veridian eyes with his own pleading rubies.
"More, Kurama..." he whispered
shyly. The youko picked up his pace gladly. "More..." Hiei
repeated. "More... more..." The deep murmurs soon had Kurama
thrusting violently. Both youko and youkai clenched their teeth to keep from crying
out in pleasure.
Finally, Kurama bit hard into the side of
Hiei's neck, and a warm wetness exploded inside the fire demon. Hiei's eyes and
mouth flew open and he came immediately with the extra stimulation, covering his stomach
and Kurama's with his hot seed. The kitsune collapsed atop him, and Hiei managed to
wrap his arms around the limp weight, though not to push him off. He found he kind
of liked the warmth of the fox covering him, heavy but not too much for his youkai
strength. It made up a bit for the empty feeling when Kurama's softening length slid
from his body. The redhead tilted his head the tiniest bit.
"Oh, god... I bit you, Hiei..."
"Baka fox." he exhaled.
"Koorime like biting."
"But I drew blood..."
"So lick it and gimme a kiss. I
like that too." A surprised blink, and Kurama complied. Hiei purred,
licked the faint traces of his own blood from Kurama's mouth, and clutched the fox closer
as he sank contentedly into sleep.
Much later, the two lay curled together,
sated for the time being yet again. The bedclothes had become a tangled mess
sometime during their most recent lovemaking, kicked off to the side, and now they rested,
comfortable in their nudity. Hiei toyed lazily with the small tear-gem pendant on
its silver chain, tracing an arc across Kurama's chest.
"Mmm... Hiei?"
"Hn?"
"What I said last night... you do
realize I mean it? Forever."
Hiei shifted, propping himself up on his
elbow to look into the kitsune's eyes. A subtle twitch of his brow asked Kurama to
elaborate as clearly as if he'd said it.
"For Shuiichi's lifetime, and Youko
Kurama's, and yours, and all the next... I'll love you."
"Hn." He leaned down to
place a feather-light kiss by Kurama's mouth. "I wouldn't have it any other
way." Another light kiss, this one fully on his lips. "My fox.
My crazy fox... My itoshii fox."
"Itoshii? Really?"
His voice was tiny, shaky, both hope and disbelief filling it. At Hiei's nod, a
smile of pure joy lit up his face, though tears flowed freely. He cupped Hiei's face
in one hand. "Show me...?"
Hiei sat up, pulling the fox with him into
a long, slow kiss. By the time he pulled away, Kurama was completely breathless and
blushing. The youkai recognized the look on his face and chuckled.
"You're insatiable."
"So are you." Kurama
indicated Hiei's already swelling sex, and grinned as his lover colored.
"Hn. C'mere, fox."
He roughly pulled Kurama to him and plundered the fox's mouth. Kurama allowed it,
wanting Hiei to be the aggressor, to claim him as his own. He slipped his hands
between their bodies to clasp Hiei with both hands. This time he wanted the Koorime
rock hard when he took him. Hiei left off his mouth to nip and suck his throat and
the planes of his chest. Kurama was so caught up in the sensations he didn't notice
Hiei's hand leave his arm. But when Hiei suddenly grabbed his sex he noticed, and
was unable to keep a sharp gasp of pleasure from escaping him. Hiei rubbed the
already-slick flesh as he pulled Kurama onto his lap, back-to-chest, his groin pressing
into Kurama's crack. The kitsune's slender hands slipped from Hiei's member to his
hips. Hiei brought his other arm from across Kurama's waist, trailing a single
finger between his spread thighs. He pressed against the tight pucker, noting it was
still wet with his own cum from an earlier session. Good.
"Hiei... itoshii... you don't need to
test me, just take me please!" Kurama begged. Hiei brought his hand up to
cover the youko's mouth and obliged with one quick thrust. Kurama clenched his teeth
and hissed involuntarily, but didn't cry out as Hiei had half expected. The tight,
slick passage pulled at him, and the sensation, combined with Kurama's muffled pleading,
caused Hiei to let himself go, slamming hard into Kurama from behind. Soon, his hand
slipped from Kurama's mouth, when he threw both arms around his love's slim torso, lifting
him in time with his powerful thrusts, though he remembered himself enough to keep one
hand pulling on the fox's throbbing shaft. His head thrown back, his mouth open and
uncovered, Kurama panted loudly with Hiei's rhythm.
Suddenly, Hiei sank his fangs deep into
Kurama's shoulder, his body shuddering as he came explosively. The fiery-hot liquid
filling him brought Kurama over the edge, and he cried out as he spilled his seed over
Hiei's hand. The two sagged against each other, completely spent, and waited to
recover.
The door burst open. "Shuiichi,
I heard a... OH MY GOD!!!"
"..... 'Tousan...."
***
Scene 3
Kurama
stared in absolute horror at his stepfather, standing shocked just inside the room, not
noticing Hiei sweep the sheets around their joined hips. His mind and eyes were
locked on his stepfather's reddening face.
"You sick... little... hentai...
fucker!" He advanced with each spat word, and on the last one his fist flew
towards Kurama's dead-white face. And stopped several inches away.
"Don't. Even. Try.
It." Hiei gritted. He tightened his grip on the man's fist, making him
gasp in pain, and pushed him away to fall to the floor. "Kurama... I need
to..." The fox didn't react, so he slid out as gently as possible. Then
he started to get up from the bed. Kurama grabbed his arm wild-eyed when Hiei
shifted.
"Please... don't..."
"I'm not leaving." He
looked directly into those wide green eyes, trying to reassure the kitsune.
"I'm just going to dress." Kurama's grip loosened, allowing Hiei to flit
to where his pants lay tossed to the floor near his katana. He pulled them up,
buckled a single belt, snatched up his katana and whirled to touch it to Kazuya's neck.
"Don't try to hit him behind my back
again, ningen." The man looked at him defiantly. "Understand me,
bastard: I would lose no sleep over using this." Now the man's eyes widened, no
trace of defiance left in them. Hiei stepped back and sheathed the sword.
"Kurama?"
The redhead stared blankly at him.
Hiei dug into his dresser and pulled out a pair of clean sweatpants, tossing them into his
lap. "Put them on." He watched as Kurama obeyed, noting smugly that
the youko's stepfather had his eyes clenched shut. He then took the slender, limp
hand into his own, and glared at the older ningen. "Move."
He correctly guessed that Hiei meant out
the door. He stumbled ahead of the couple and down the stairs at Hiei's silent
direction. He then lurched into the living room. "Shiori!"
"Anata?" She put down a
book. "Shuu-chan? What's going on?"
"Oh, I'll tell you what's going
on!" Hatanaka thundered. "Your son's sleeping with a madman, that's
what's going on!"
"Shuu-chan?" She glanced
to where Hiei was settling a still-shocked Kurama into a chair, his expression openly
concerned for once, then back to her ranting husband.
"Caught them red-handed, I did!
I hear a cry from his room, so I go in to see if he's okay and what do I find? I
find him in bed! With a boy! One I might add that then threatened me with the
goddamn biggest knife I've ever seen! Threatened! In my own house!"
Shiori saw the small, dark-haired boy turn away from her son with a lethal ruby glare.
"I do not make threats." he
warned in a surprisingly deep bass rumble. "And you will get no second warning
if you try to hurt my friend again."
"You tried to hurt Shuiichi?!"
she gasped. Her husband sputtered.
"He's a fucking queer!"
"He's my son, and it's none of your
business who he cares for! You had no right to do that!" The man's hand
flashed out. This time it stopped less than three inches from Shiori's face, again
caught in Hiei's iron grip.
"I should kill you for
that." He flung the ningen to the floor.
"No, don't hurt him, please!"
Shiori touched the youkai's shoulder, snatching her hand back when he turned blazing eyes
on her.
"You... don't want him
hurt." She shook her head. "Even though he tried to hurt
you?" Again, she nodded. He turned back to look at the prone man, and
cursed. His posture relaxed. Fine. He wouldn't hurt this jerk... for
now.
"Hiei...?" The Koorime
stepped back over to Kurama and took his hand.
"Hai, Kurama. I'm here."
He lifted tear-filled green eyes.
"She'll hate me, Hiei..." he choked, wrapping his arms about the fire demon as
he began to sob. "She'll hate me, she'll hate me..." he kept repeating the
three words over and over, a tortured mantra.
"No she won't." Hiei said,
feeling completely helpless as his love continued to sob. "She won't and she
doesn't. Kuso... are you even listening?" He cast his gaze around the
room, finally alighting on Shiori. Ah... he cocked his head, motioning her
over. "You have to tell him you don't hate him. He doesn't hear
me." She knelt next to him, reaching out to touch the distraught redhead.
He gasped and shot his head up to see Shiori's worried expression.
"Kaasan..."
"Shhh. It's all right,
musuko-chan. I love you." He shook his head the merest fraction of an
inch, not comprehending. "I do. You're my darling son, no matter what,
and I'll support your choice."
"You... will...?" She
nodded solemnly. "Kaasan!" Suddenly she found herself pulled into a
tight embrace... as did Hiei. She returned her son's hug one-handed, allowing
Shuiichi to hold both of them close. She withstood the flood of relieved tears,
letting him cry himself out. Finally, he pulled back with a shaky smile.
"Shuiichi... do you love
him?" He nodded, and she turned to the other boy. "And you... do you
love my son?" He gave her an 'are-you-stupid' glare, which she held firmly
until he at last gave a single curt nod. "Then I'm happy for you both."
"Shiori!" A whine came
from behind them. All three looked up at her husband on the other side of the
room. "How can you? It's sick!"
"Hatanaka Kazuya! I said it's
none of your business."
"The goings on in my house are my
business." he snapped. "And I won't have any of their kind under my
roof. Have them out by tonight." He stormed from the room. Shiori
sat frozen in place, stunned.
"Kaasan...?" A gentle hand
touched her cheek, turning her to look at Kurama. "I'm sorry,
Kaasan." A tear rolled down her face.
"I'm the one who's sorry,
Shuiichi. I can't do anything."
"I know." He kissed her
forehead. "I know."
***
Scene 4
Yuusuke
flipped down the volume on the TV. He thought he'd heard something. A minute
passed, then he heard it again; a soft tapping on the door. "Oi!
Coming!" Pulling the door open, he saw a slender figure on the doorstep.
"Kurama?"
"Konban wa, Yuusuke." His
voice was softer than normal, and his eyes showed signs of crying. Yuusuke motioned
him inside.
"Kurama, what's wrong? You've
been crying."
"Can... can I stay here
tonight? I've been kicked out."
"Yeah, but... kicked out?"
Yuusuke couldn't believe it. "But you're practically the perfect son! Why
in the three worlds would they kick you out?"
Kurama turned his face away, a slight
blush on his cheeks. "Ano... Tousan, um... caught me in bed with...
somebody."
"What?!" It was
ridiculous, despite his former youko reputation and his ningen popularity... but Kurama's
embarrassment and the fact that he was here proved it was the truth. "Oh, man,
Kurama, you must be crazy. You snuck a girl into your house with your parents there
and fucked her?!"
"Well... not exactly."
Yuusuke crossed his arms with a slight smile on his face, waiting. "It...
wasn't a girl." Kurama muttered.
"Okay, so you snuck a guy into your
house with your parents there and fucked him. Shit... you've got some nerve,
Kurama." Despite the scolding words, his tone was more amused than anything
else.
"I didn't... I mean... it just kind
of... happened."
Yuusuke gave him a sharp look.
"There are better places for quickies, I'm sure."
"No! I'm not like that
anymore! Not since I was a full youko..." Kurama sagged onto the
couch. "I can't be that way, Yuusuke. Sex without love... I just
won't."
"Gomen, Kurama." Yuusuke
sat next to him. "I didn't realize. You love this guy?" Kurama
nodded. "And you won't give him up, so you got kicked out?" Another
nod. Yuusuke sighed explosively. "Well... shit. Who is it? I
might be able to get Kaasan to let him stay some nights."
"Ano... etto..."
"Come on, you gotta tell... who beat
out practically everybody in both the Makai and Ningenkai?" Kurama pressed his
lips together and shook his head, obviously refusing to tell. "I'll keep
bugging you til I find out!"
"Shut up, Uremeshi."
Yuusuke jumped in surprise. He hadn't sensed the dark ki slip into the house.
Hiei emerged from the shadows, cat-silent in his movements. "It's none of your
business."
"Aw, come on, Hiei! You can't
tell me you aren't the least bit curious!" Hiei merely glared a negative.
"Well, I'm dying to know, so spill it already!" The last was directed at
Kurama, so Yuusuke missed the questioning glance Hiei shot at the kitsune, who shrugged
slightly just before he was caught in a headlock and noogied by Yuusuke. "Time
to tell, Kurama!"
"Me."
Yuusuke let Kurama slip from his grasp as
he turned to look at the Koorime. "Huh?" he said intelligently. Hiei
rolled his eyes.
"You wanted to know that badly, so
I'm telling you. It's me."
"You." Hiei glared.
"Kurama was in bed... with you. Oh, man..." Hiei's expression
darkened, but changed to surprise at the next words. "The girls were
right."
"Nani?"
"The girls, Kurama. Shizuru,
Keiko, even Yukina... they're all positive you two are secretly crazy about each
other. I think Shizuru and Genkai even have a bet going on about who would make the
first move." Both demons turned bright red at this, making Yuusuke
chuckle. "So... was it good?" Kurama couldn't help beaming, and Hiei
fixed him with his best 'are-you-an-idiot' glare. "I'll take that as a
yes." He fell back on the cushions laughing. Hiei put a possessive arm
around Kurama, who still sat next to Yuusuke, and glared at the prone and laughing teen.
Yuusuke laughed all the harder.
It was much later, and Kurama had fallen
into an exhausted sleep on the couch, after managing to convince Hiei to stay for a while
at least. Yuusuke had gone outside to think for a bit without the fire demon's hard
glare piercing into him every time he twitched. You'd think Hiei was actually
worried he'd wake the sleeping redhead or something!
Maybe he was. Kurama had claimed to
love the grouchy demon... and Yuusuke wasn't too sure Hiei would've cheapened his friend's
feelings with a meaningless fling. Hell, he was damn sure Hiei wouldn't do
that. Hiei was more the type to cheapen his own feelings like that if he thought
just-sex was all he could have. That was probably exactly what had happened, come to think
of it. Everyone knew Kurama's youko reputation, and he'd been flirting with Hiei for
years... the youkai had probably thought Kurama wanted a tumble and had finally decided to
just take it without telling what he really wanted. But then Kurama had admitted it
was more than just-sex...
Awww...
"Hey, Uremeshi!"
Yuusuke winced. No one had a bass
screech like Kuwabara. He turned to see the gangly teen swaggering towards
him. "Hey, Kuwabara."
"What're you doing out here,
man? It's cold out here!"
Trust him to state the obvious.
"I'm thinking."
"Uh... wouldn't it be easier to think
inside? Where it's warm?"
Uh-oh. Evil impulse, dead
ahead. "Well..." Oh, yeah, let Kuwabara in, with Hiei and
Kurama. Could he pass up the opportunity? "I guess. Come on
in." Nope. He opened the door, allowing Kuwabara to enter first, and
followed him inside. Just as he knew he would, Kuwabara kicked off his shoes and
bounded towards the living room, obviously after the TV. Yuusuke followed with a
huge grin on his face.
"GAAHH!" Kuwabara stood
statue-like just inside the room. Yuusuke edged past him to discover a very kawaii
scene.
Kurama still lay sleeping on the
couch. Hiei lounged at one end, the redhead's arms wrapped tightly about his waist,
his head pillowed in the crook of the little youkai's shoulder. One hand was tangled
mid-stroke in the long red silk and the other was placed gently around Kurama's chest,
clasping Kurama's inactive Rose Whip loosely (he had obviously removed it to run his hand
through the youko's hair). Dark crimson flames burned in Hiei's glaring eyes.
Shut up." he told
Kuwabara. His hand returned to stroking Kurama's hair soothingly, though the lethal
stare remained.
"Does Kurama know you're doing that,
runt?" It was apparently the only thing Kuwabara could come up with to ask
about Hiei's very un-Hiei-like actions.
"No." He smirked.
"He'd be all over me if he did."
"Aba... buh... but... huh?"
"Idiot." Hiei decided,
partially to shock the hell out of Kuwabara, to lean down and kiss Kurama directly on the
mouth. Kuwabara's horrified yell woke the kitsune up.
"Mmm...? Hiei...?"
Hiei pulled back slightly.
"You woke him up." he accused,
just before Kurama drew himself up to kiss Hiei lovingly. Kuwabara was too shocked
to speak. When the fox finally released Hiei, the youkai smirked at his disliked
ally. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I would've done it long
ago."
"Hiei...!" Kurama
pouted. Hiei shot Yuusuke a glare that clearly said 'get out' before returning to
Kurama's lips.
"Come on, Kuwabara. There's
beer in the fridge and you look like you could use a drink." He pulled at
Kuwabara's arm. "Clothes stay on in the living room, guys!"
"Ano... etto... but they're both
boys...!" Kuwabara could be heard stuttering as Yuusuke dragged him from the room.
***
Scene 5
Hatanaka
Kazuya sat in his office, coolly doing paperwork. It had been two weeks since
Shiori's boy and his little madman had left, and Shiori had been cold and hostile towards
him since. He'd tried to make up with her several times. He'd even said he'd
try and accept the young man if he'd only break up with that boy. Maybe try going
out with some nice, female types. This more than reasonable offer had been met with
a slap, and he'd been eating his own cooking since that attempt. What was wrong with
her? You'd think she'd want a nice, normal, good son. Not some... some sick
hentai! His secretary knocked.
"Hatanaka-san, your ten o'clock
appointment. A Kazuma-san."
"Please." A tiny,
soft-spoken woman entered the office. "Call me Yukina."
"Have a seat, Yukina-san."
He gestured towards the chairs before his desk. She smiled sweetly and shut the door
behind her, careful to insure it wouldn't slam. That action and her general quiet
demeanor gave him the impression of a rabbit, or perhaps a shy kitten. He smiled to
reassure her. "So what can I do for you today, Yukina-san?"
"Actually, Hatanaka-san, I'm here on
the behalf, and with the permission, of my niichan." He raised an eyebrow, not
noticing her touch his phone as she leaned forward. "I simply feel I must try
to speak to you privately."
"About?"
"Your stepson."
"I do not have one." His
voice chilled. "Perhaps you are mistaken."
"You are Hatanaka Kazuya, married to
Hatanaka Shiori, formerly Minamino Shiori, the mother of Minamino Shuiichi?" He
didn't answer. "Yes, I see you are."
"Do you have any real business to
discuss, neesan?"
She stood and leaned over the desk
slightly. "This is far more important than any other business. This
concerns my dear brother, and his itoshii, and your wife, his itoshii's mother."
"Get out." he growled, not
daring to hit the girl. Not in public, not when she had a hostile queer for a
brother. She could easily be as vicious as the little brute.
"No. Neither of us is leaving
this office until we finish this." He snatched up the phone to call security,
and stared when the entire base came up with the handset, cold to the touch.
"It's frozen solid, Hatanaka-san, as is the doorway. You cannot leave until I
let you."
"What!" She merely gazed
at him, and he leapt for the door, finding the knob unturnable. Looking closer, he
saw a thick layer of ice between the door and its frame. "How...?"
"Cold, of course. How else do
things freeze? Now can we please discuss this?"
"No. Let me out."
"No. Your childish bigotry is
tearing your family apart. You're breaking Shiori's heart, you know. Her son
is still the same person he always was. He knows this, she knows this, we all know
this. But you refuse to admit it... why?"
"Fine. You want to discuss
this, little girl? We'll discuss it. He is a queer. End of story."
"What's wrong with love?"
"Nothing. But what he's doing
is disgusting... hentai... sick..."
"It's love, Hatanaka-san. Have
you considered the non-physical side? Have you any idea what they mean to each
other?" He sat, stubbornly silent. "I see you don't. Or
won't. Consider this, Hatanaka-san: the day my brother and I were born, our people
murdered our mother for loving someone who was the 'wrong' type for her to. Is their
bigotry really any different from your own?" His mouth opened and shut, with no
sound coming out.
A slight breeze sent papers scattering
from Hatanaka's desk. He bent down to retreive them, and when he straightened up saw
that his number of guests had doubled. He glared in perfect rage.
"Get him out of here! I
won't..."
"Shut up." Hiei
snarled. He stepped closer to the desk, leaning over it to intimidate the ningen
with his most deadly expression. It worked; the man shrank back into his
chair. "You made my koibito cry, and I'm not even going to hurt you.
You'd better appreciate what I do for my fox."
"Niisan." Yukina's soft
voice cut through the tension in the room. "I had hoped you'd decided not to do
this. You know Kurama wouldn't want you to."
"Hn." His determination
was obvious. "That's why I didn't tell him."
"No. You didn't."
Hiei stalked out of Kazuya's line of sight; when the man twisted about to keep the fire
demon in his gaze, Yukina gently stopped him. "I need to ask you a question,
Hatanaka-san... no, don't turn around, Hiei's not doing anything." This wasn't
true, actually: Hiei was in fact watching Kazuya with his Jagan, but it would shatter a
normal human's sanity to look at it. Yukina continued. "Hatanaka-san, you
don't have to accept your stepson's choice. But are you willing to respect it?"
"No." Hiei nodded at
Yukina's quick glance: it was a true answer.
"Ignore it, perhaps? Understand
that they are best friends, and have been so for far longer than they have been
lovers?"
"Will a yes get you out of my
office?"
"Please answer the question."
"Yes." A curt, silent
negative answered her glance this time. A lie.
"You lied. You have no
intention of ignoring it." Hiei flitted up behind Kazuya's chair,
lightening-quick, and pressed the man's head immobile against the headrest by the simple
use of a palm against his forehead. "Hiei-niisan... are you absolutely
sure?" Yukina pleaded. "It's so personal..."
"It's MY fox he's
hurting." And I'll do anything for my fox, even this.
"Then... I'm sorry." Hiei
disregarded this.
And he let Hatanaka see.
See the wordless, mindless crying for a
mother and sister glimpsed for less than an instant before the falling through nothingness
and it seemed it would never end and the newborn's wails went on and on....
See the huge fist in the dark room,
falling again and taking blood-black gems that clattered to the floor after each impact on
the tiny spiky-haired child...
See countless mouths forming insults and
sneers, countless fights with increasingly stronger opponents; always winning, but always
hated, so many long years weighing down on him...
See the little redheaded boy, his voice
still hovering between a child's treble and the future light tenor, the first to ever win
the fight... a child!... yet treating the wounds he'd inflicted with his strange barbed
green whip; bringing food, good food, the first he'd never had to steal; an openly caring
smile at the one question... why?... and the confusing answer: because I remember.
See the pain on the more fully adult face,
framed with now-long red hair, and the hope upon learning of the Mirror of Utter Dark, the
obvious willingness to trade his life for some unknown reason... a fragment of memory
years after: the faraway look and the tiny smile on lips that formed the answer: Kaasan...
The sword going through the redhead's
frail body only days after they'd taken it, when he'd jumped between it and a dark-haired
boy his own age... and yet he smiled with forgiveness...
Shuiichi leaping between a... a thing and
his friends, taking blows meant for others, in fight after life-threatening fight...
Tending Shuiichi's horrible wounds...
watching the girl Yukina -a soft whisper, repeated many times as the years passed:
'why don't you tell her you're her brother?'- tending the redhead's wounds... being
tended to, time and time again, by Shuiichi, the beautiful teen hurt as well more often
than not... waking injured to see him always there with a relieved smile...
Watching the teen quietly doing his
homework in the evenings, walking in the park, laughing with his friends... but every time
the smile would fade when the others weren't looking, and the beautiful eyes would fill
with loneliness...
Those same vibrant green eyes sparkling
with joyful tears only days ago, words falling as sincerely as the droplets...
"For my lifetime, and yours, and all the ones after... I'll love you.
Itoshii."
Hiei shared only sight and sound with the
ningen, not allowing a single thought or emotion from any memory through. At last,
he took his hand from the man's forehead and drew the cloth over his Jagan once
more. When Hatanaka finally looked about for the dark Koorime, he and Yukina were
alone once more.
"What...?" he croaked.
Yukina placed a cup of water before his trembling hand.
"My niisan has some skill with
telepathy. Whatever you saw or heard were some of his own memories,
Hatanaka-san." He opened his mouth to speak. "He showed you the
barest drop in an ocean of the connection between him and your stepson, yet even that much
was a sacrifice on his part."
He ran his hands through his hair and
stared at the desktop. "What I saw... so many fights, so much blood... and
you... a blue light..."
"As my niisan has a talent, so do
I. I am a healer. I've had to work on all my friends at one point or
another."
"Shuiichi. He was
fighting. Had a green barbed whip..."
"Hai."
"Why?!"
"They're his friends. He
couldn't let them fight alone."
"But it wasn't just then! I saw
him, couldn't have been more than twelve, maybe thirteen, and he won against your
brother." Yukina nodded. "And then brought him food and treated his
wounds..."
"All true, Hatanaka-san."
She stood and bowed politely. "But would he help at the cost of his own safety
if he were a 'disgusting, horrible' person?" She looked steadily at him.
"You have much to consider, Hatanaka-san. I will take my leave of
you." She touched the door momentarily before opening it easily, then glanced
back at him. He still sat staring directly ahead of him. "Farewell,
Hatanaka-san."
He didn't respond.
***
Scene 6
This
was a beautiful place, he noted absently. Thick forest, steep steps leading up the
hill to large, traditional-style buildings, and the scent of incense in the breeze... all
enhanced the peacefulness of the temple grounds. No wonder Shuiichi had spent so
much of his time here... several scenes from That Morning drifted through his mind,
reminding him that Shuiichi had been here for more than the serenity. Fighting,
recovering, keeping vigils... he shook off the images. Right. He was here for
a reason. Better get to it.
He slowly climbed the temple stairs,
unknowingly tripping a signal in one of the buildings. At the top, he paused,
somewhat winded, and looked around. The courtyard was empty, so he nervously made
his way across it and climbed the main temple steps. He reached out for the door
handle.
"Don't." He jumped and
whirled at the soft, raspy order. A small, old woman stood watching him from about
ten feet away. Her stance and expression were impassive, and though she was ancient
he realized instantly that this was not a lady to be trifled with.
"Are... are you the owner of this
temple?"
"I am Genkai." She took a
drag on her cigarette, still coolly observing him.
"I suppose I should take that as a
yes." No answer. Something about that really unnerved him, but he
continued. "There's someone who comes to this temple often... I have no way to
contact him. Perhaps you know him... Minamino Shuiichi?"
"I might. State your
business."
"I... I..." He took a deep
breath. The thought of not doing as she said didn't even cross his mind.
"I just wanted to say... if he doesn't flaunt it, he can come home."
"Flaunt 'it'. You mean his
relationship with that grouchy little Tantei."
"Y...yes." Tantei?
What detective? Was the short guy a cop or something? It would explain some of
the attitude, he supposed. He was probably lucky he hadn't been arrested that first
day.
"Quite a change,
Hatanaka." She knew him by name? This lady really wasn't one to mess
with. "Just days ago you were ready to beat him to a pulp over
this." Her expression finally changed. He decided he liked the first one
better than this knowing smirk. "Or try to, at least. What changed your
mind?"
"I was given something to
consider." He had an idea what that 'something' had cost Shuiichi's, uh,
friend. Not even this lady would get him to admit what had happened.
She took another long drag on her
cigarette, impassive once again, and exhaled the smoke smoothly. "I'll pass it
along." He recognized the dismissal for what it was, and nearly ran from the
temple in his relief. Genkai watched him go.
"The ningen isn't the fool we
believed him to be, is he?"
A dark form slipped from the shadows
behind her. "Hn."
"Kurama will be happy to go home,
Hiei."
"Hn." The little youkai
vanished, probably to tell Kurama.
"Yes, indeed, Hiei." she
murmured to herself. "He will be happy... and that alone is enough to make you
happy, too." She ground out her cigarette and returned inside.
~Owari~
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