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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Comments ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Storyline might be bad,
and grammar might be wrong… hey whaddaya expect from a 16 year old
fan? Haha… alright… enough with rambling and babbling…
First, please do correct any
mistakes for me… ^.~ Second, please to correct my
Japanese… I’m not that good in it… ha… ha… arigatou to Siew Lee-san for
her advice and comments… Last but not least, thanks for
reading this! Doumo Arigatou Gozaimasu! My
first fic! Please be nice! ^_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ School bells
were heard, school time is over. Kurama packed his bag. Everyone had
already left the class. He looked around. :…Why would they run off so
fast? …: He thought as he picked up a few books. He
was planning on a quiet afternoon alone, maybe with Hiei if he would
drop by. :…That little youkai, always hiding himself…: thought
Kurama with a little smile. He took out a piece of paper from his
pocket. It was a piece of
poem he had written for Hiei in literature class earlier. He was sure
that Hiei won’t understand it. But he felt good writing it for him. He
opened it and smiled. :…Boku no koibito… ai shiteru…: he said
silently in his heart, clutching the piece of paper close to his heart. Carefully
folding the piece of paper back into his pocket, he stepped down the
fleet of stairs. As usual, girls tend to fly around him, greeting him,
trying to get his attention, showering him with gifts, shrieking,
whispering at each other, fainting as he passed by. He
could understand them. :…They know me as Shuuichi Minamino, the guy
who has good looks, the best in academic, polite, gentle, soft-spoken
but what they didn’t know is, inside this very body… the youko that
inhabits it deepest soul, the youko, the thief, the…:
Kurama
was jerked out of his thoughts as a girl accidentally bumped into him,
his books fell all over the floor. He
had seen her in class earlier, she was a new girl. She had shifted from
somewhere following her parents or something like that. He
was too indulge in writing that poem for Hiei than to notice any other
things. “Gomen
nasai,” exclaimed the girl, lowering herself to help Kurama pick up
his books, accompanied by non-stop apologising words. “Emm…
doozo shinpai-shinaide,” said Kurama, picking up some of the books
himself. Both straightened up and the girl gave back the books to Kurama.
“I am very sorry,” she uttered one last time. Kurama flashed her a
soft smile. “Arigatou, for helping me pick up my books,” he said
politely. “It’s my mistake,” said the girl. “I
had seen you in class before, anata no namae wa nani desu ka?” asked
the girl, quite politely. “Watakushi wa Shuuichi Minamino desu,”
answered Kurama politely. “Oh…,” the girl looked down for a
second. “Watashi wa Mai Ichigami,” said the girl. Kurama nodded. “Gomen
ne, I have to go. Sore dewa mata ashita,” said Kurama and turned off,
looking forwards on a nice peaceful afternoon. “Chotto
matte kudasai,” the girl’s voice called. Kurama turned and gave her
a smile. “Nani?” he asked. “Well, would you like to come and have
ice-cream with me this afternoon…?” Kurama thought for a while.
“… in apology for what I just did, doozo,” she added when she saw
that Kurama wasn’t really that interested in her offer. Kurama had
always been soft at heart, so he was afraid that the girl would be hurt
if he didn’t go. :…It is just for ice-cream…: he reminded himself.
He smiled softly. “Yoshi, why not?” he answered. Mai nearly leaped her heart out. “Sugoi, ice-cream parlour, yon-ji desu,” said the girl. Kurama nodded. “Em Mai-san, I had invited my friend over. Can he come too?” asked Kurama, thinking that he could drag Hiei to come along with him. “Orai,” answered Mai. *********************************** “I’m
home!” exclaimed Kurama as he reached home. Shiori came out of the
kitchen. “Gomen ne, musuko. Lunch would be a little late today. Can
you wait a while longer?” asked Shiori. “Of course, okaasan. Can I
be any help to you in the kitchen?” asked Kurama, heading towards the
kitchen. “No, no, you’re tired. Go and have a rest first. I’ll
take care of the kitchen,” said Shiori, pushing him out of the
kitchen. Kurama smiled and obeyed, he took his bag and went up to his
room. He
opened the door and realised the window was opened. He smiled to himself
as he could sense the little youkai’s youki somewhere in the room. He
could also hear the shower running in the bathroom. He closed the door
and locked it. “Hiei…?” he called out softly as he put down his
bag and books on the desk. Hiei came out of the bathroom with shampoo
lather all over his hair. “Konnichiwa… kitsune,” he said. Kurama
smiled and shook his head, pushing him back into the bathroom. Shutting
the door behind him, he helped the little youkai to wash his hair.
“Since when did you learn to use my shampoo?” asked Kurama,
lathering Hiei’s hair with his slender fingers. “I wanted my hair to
smell like yours,” answered Hiei short, adding a ‘hn’ sound after
it. Kurama smiled again and pushed Hiei into the shower to wash away the
lather. He pulled his hand quickly from the shower as it was as hot as
boiling water. “Hiei! what have you done to the water? it’s hot!”
exclaimed Kurama. Hiei
looked at him with a ‘don’t-be-dumb’ look. “I can’t stand cold
water, so I have to boil the water first… baka,” he said showing his
red right arm. Kurama took Hiei’s reddened arm and shook his head.
Trying to bear the heat, Kurama washed away the shampoo lather from
Hiei’s stiff unruly black hair. After
a few minutes, Hiei was back in his usual clothes. His
hair was still wet. Kurama took off his school uniform leaving him only
in his pants. He had enough of sweating already. It felt like sauna in
there just now. He shoved his hands into his pocket and took out a piece
of paper. “For
you,” he said, giving it to Hiei. Hiei narrowed his eyes. “Kono wa
nan desu ka?” he asked, unfolding it. “Just read it,” said Kurama,
settling down beside Hiei. He laid down and pulled Hiei, so that his
head laid on his chest. Hiei’s frowned got deeper. “I don’t
understand it, this thing says here about something that has got to do
with ice, and this line over here says that the ice blazed fire as hot
as the sun… shooting hearts? Ruby eyes? Cold yet so hot? Wakaranai Kurama,” said Hiei, still staring at the piece of
paper. “Baka,
it’s you,” answered Kurama, running his hands on Hiei’s hair.
“Me?” asked Hiei. “You are from the koorime, but you are a fire
demon,” said Kurama dreamily, running his slender fingers down to
Hiei’s cheek. “Oh,” snorted Hiei. Hiei closed his eyes, he slid
the paper somewhere in his baggy pants. He started to close his eyes,
floating in Kurama’s touch. Suddenly Kurama whispered. “Hiei…?” Hiei
opened an eye. “Em?” Kurama smiled. “One of my classmates asked me
out for an ice-cream treat, wanna come?” Kurama. “No,”
answered Hiei short. The smile on Kurama’s face weaken. “Doozo Hiei…
it’s just for ice-cream,” said Kurama. “I’m still not going, you
aren’t convincing enough,” complained Hiei, still closing his eyes. “It’s
a girl who asked me out,” said Kurama. “So?” asked Hiei. Kurama
sighed. “It’s just for a moment… I promise. We’ll go home after
that,” said Kurama, his heart hoping that his koibito would go with
him. “I’m not invited,” said Hiei, stubborn. “You are, botchan…,”
said Kurama. Hiei’s eye shot opened. “Stop calling me that,” he
told Kurama and closed back his wide eyes. “Botchan…,” said Kurama
lowering himself, his face level with Hiei’s. Hiei opened his eyes
back when he heard Kurama called him using that annoying word, only to
find him looking deep into a pair of tranquillising emerald green eyes. Hiei
was almost drowned in that look, it made him melt. All
the walls that protected his pride were crushed to ashes. Without
another word, Kurama pressed his lips against Hiei’s and bit his lower
lip. Hiei closed back his eyes returning the kiss, letting a microscopic
smile slip from his face. Suddenly
the door was knocked. Both Kurama and Hiei jerked and separated their
kiss. “Shuuichi, lunch is ready,” said a familiar voice, Shiori
knocked once again, afraid that her son hadn’t heard her if he was
sleeping or something. “Hai okaasan, I’ll be right down in a minute,” answered Kurama. He got out of futon, pulling on a shirt on himself. Hiei was still lying on the futon, looking at him. Kurama pulled him up and pushed him to the door, “Let’s go and eat.” Hiei shook his head. “I’m not hungry… I’ll stay here,” he said, lying back comfortably on the futon. Kurama shrugged and left the room. He always knew that Hiei didn’t feel too comfortable with his family members. *********************************** Kurama
sat at the table. Shiori came back from the kitchen and smiled. “Ah,
Shuuichi… what took you so long?” asked Shiori, smiling at her elder
son. “I have to do some homework kaasan,” lied Kurama perfectly. His
innocent expression didn’t even show a line of falseness, let alone
his soft and sweet voice. Shiori was very proud of her son and often
thought that he was the best kid in the world, even though he had
reached 15 years old. “Yoshi,
come and have lunch then,” she said, settling down with Kurama and her
husband. “Sumimasen
okaasan, I’m going to finish my homework upstairs… and okaasan, may
I go out today?” asked Kurama, after lunch. “Naze?” asked Shiori,
cleaning off the plates. “Well, one of my classmates wanted to spend
me on an ice-cream treat,” answered Kurama truthfully. *it would just
look true if it was a lie though…behind his innocent smile that is…* “Of
course,” answered Shiori, giving her son a sweet smile. “Arigatou okaasan,” said Kurama and ran upstairs after Hiei. *********************************** He
was only half expecting Hiei to be still upstairs in his room. He might
felt bored and just ran out the window… again. He opened the door and
saw Hiei sitting, cross-legged on the futon. Kurama
smiled and took out a book from his bag, placing it on the desk.
“What’s that?” asked Hiei, half-interested at what Kurama was
doing. Kurama turned. “A book about poem, Hiei-san,” he answered. Hiei
snorted. “I don’t understand, why must you go to school?” he
asked, practically lying on the futon enjoying Kurama’s scent on it. “Because,
I’m human. Human teenagers need to go to school to learn,” said
Kurama, flipping through some pages. “Aren’t you smart enough?”
asked Hiei. Kurama smiled. “Well, I just need to go to school like
normal kids. If not, okaasan would be worried and sad,” answered
Kurama, biting on a pen. Hiei smirked. He would never understand what
bond Kurama had with his human mother, nor he would understand why must
the A-class youko thief does what his human mother asks him to do. A
very different character from the silver headed youko that’s inside
him. And one things for sure that Hiei would never question Kurama again
if his answer would have to do with his human mother. “Kitsune no baka…,”
he uttered softly. “I heard that…,” said Kurama, writing something
on his book. Hiei
was now sitting on Kurama’s desk, facing the youko. He
had looked at what have Kurama been writing since just now and none of
the sentences made sense to his brain. :…Baka na…: he cursed
silently. Suddenly, Kurama put down his pen and smiled. “I’m
done!” he said and closed his book, placing it neatly on the other
side of his study desk. He
shoved a look at the clock. :… 3.35… ja, better get me and Hiei
ready… : he thought. Hiei gave him a dirty look. “What are you up to
now, kitsune?” asked Hiei, certain that Kurama had something in mind
already, behind his grin. Kurama
went into the closet and got something out for Hiei.
A jacket, a pair of jeans and an undershirt. He threw it to him.
“Get into those,” he ordered. “I don’t like to be ordered,”
snorted Hiei, crossing both arms on his chest. Kurama flashed him a
smile. “Hiei-san, would
you put on those… kudasai…?” pleaded Kurama. Hiei can’t help but
slipped a little smile off his face and got into the clothes Kurama gave
him. “You
might like her, she’s funny,” said Kurama, digging into the closet
for something he could wear. “I’m not going because I want to see
her, I’m going because you asked me to,” said Hiei, taking off his
trousers. Kurama
got into a light lavender coloured undershirt, pastel green slacks and a
blue denim jacket. “So, who’s this classmate of yours?” asked Hiei,
as he struggled into his jeans. “Em?
Oh, she’s a new girl and she bumped into me earlier. So in order to
apologise, she decided to treat me on an ice-cream treat,” answered
Kurama, combing his hair. Hiei snorted. “Some excuse, ne?” commented
Hiei. Kurama smiled and sprayed a few mists of cologne. “Ja,
ikuzo,” said Kurama opening the door for Hiei. “Let me remind you
once again. I’m going because you asked me to, not anything else,”
reminded Hiei. Kurama smiled at the little youkai and closed his bedroom
door. “Okaasan, I’m going out!” said Kurama. “Yoshi, musuko,” said Shiori from somewhere in the house. *********************************** Kurama
and Hiei walked along the streets. “Where is this place anyway?”
asked Hiei, getting annoyed with the busy streets. “We’re
nearly there, be patient,” said Kurama and walked on. When
they reached the ice-cream parlour, Kurama glanced at his watch.
:…Sharp 4 p.m.… I sure am punctual…: he thought to himself and
smiled. He peeped inside and saw two girls sitting by one corner of the
booth. One of them was Mai Ichigami. “Oi,
Shuuichi-kun is here. He’s bringing someone with him,” said Kuniya,
Mai’s new friend. “Well, he looks cute too. Can I have him?” asked
Kuniya. “I don’t know,” is all that Mai answered. Everyone
especially the girls in the parlour were looking at the two figures who
walked in. Most of them knew who Kurama was, even girls from other
schools. “Everyone
is looking,” said Kuniya excitedly. It’s a dream come true to have
an ice-cream treat with the most adored guy on earth. “Shh…,”
said Mai. Mai waved at Kurama. Kurama smiled and looked at his
companion. Hiei was busy looking through the various flavours of
ice-cream. “Can I have that one?” he asked, pointing to a blood-red
coloured confectionery. It has the name ‘Bloody ice-fire’ on it. Kurama
smiled. “Sure, but don’t keep the girls waiting. Besides, I need to
hide my face. Everyone is looking at me,” said Kurama. Kurama
took a seat beside Hiei and face both of the girls. “Gomen
ne, we were a bit late,” apologised Kurama. “Oh, no… not at
all,” said Mai, blushing. She felt her knees being knocked by
Kuniya’s and she flashed her a dirty smile.
Then,
a waitress came over to their table. “May I take your order please.
“What would you want?” Asked Mai. Kurama smiled and looked at the
menu. Hiei was eyeing the waitress who seems ‘very’ interested at
Kurama. Looking at him from top to bottom. He resist the urge to punch
the ditz and send her out flying somewhere, because trying to flirt with
his… you know… “Hmm…
’Strawberry with double fudge’ for me and a ‘Bloody ice-fire’
treat for Hiei,” said Kurama. “Sugee, we’ll have three
‘Strawberry with double fudge’s and a ‘Bloody ice-fire’ thank
you,” said Mai to the waitress, she nodded and trotted away. A
few minutes later, their orders came to reality as it was served on the
table in front of them. Kurama looked at Hiei who lifted the cup. He
quickly took a spoon and showed it to him. “It’ll be wise to use a
spoon,” he whispered. Hiei snorted and took the spoon from Kurama’s
hand. Kuniya
was busy trying to catch Hiei’s eyes when Mai asked Kurama something.
“Shuuichi-kun, what about telling us something about your friend
here,” said Mai. Kurama looked at Hiei who seems annoyed. “Well…,”
Kurama started. “His name is Hiei,” ended Kurama. Both were still
waiting for Kurama to continue, but ended waiting for the cat to grow
horns. he… he… “Well… is he your friend? Your cousin? Brother?”
asked Kuniya. Kurama looked at Hiei who left Kurama alone to answer
their questions by looking out at the window, enjoying his ice-cream.
Ice-cream were smeared around his mouth which looked like he had eaten a
raw cow. Kurama gave him a tissue. Without another word, Hiei wiped his
mouth. “Hiei
wa boku no koibito,” answered Kurama truthfully. :…
I hope you know what you’re doing kitsune no baka…: scowled Hiei
silently. Both Mai and Kuniya looked oddly at Kurama. “Hiei is a
girl?” asked Kuniya. Kurama shook his head. “He’s a guy,”
cleared Kurama. “And you’re a guy?” asked Mai. “Are
you sure?” asked Mai, trying to choke a laugh. Kurama nodded, placing
a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth. Both Mai and Kuniya glared at
each other, then they sighed. “Great beauty put to a waste,” uttered
Kuniya. Mai nodded solemnly. Kurama
looked at Hiei who had finished his treat, then glanced back at his
watch. “Well, nice having ice-cream with you two. But
we have got to go,” said Kurama standing up, Hiei followed suit. “Would you want me to pay for it?” asked Kurama, taking
out his wallet. “Iie, no, I asked you out. So, I’ll pay,” she
said. Kurama smiled. “Arigatou, ja-na,” he waved goodbye at Mai and
Kuniya. Hiei was already waiting at the door. Both
Mai and Kuniya looked blankly at each other. “Should we tell our
friends?” asked Kuniya. Mai was silent for a while then looked at
Kuniya. She shook her head. “Iie, it must be an honour for us to know
what’s happening between them and I’m sure that Shuuichi-kun would
appreciate us to keep this to ourselves,” said Mai. Kuniya nodded. “Kuso…
what a great waste, both of ‘em,” she cursed inwardly. “So,
how was the ice-cream treat?” asked Kurama. Hiei had been with him the
whole day and had stayed for dinner and all. It was nearly midnight and
they were curled up together under the futon. “Nice…,”
answered Hiei. “Only nice?” asked Kurama. Hiei answered with and
little ‘hn’ sound. Kurama ran his fingers on Hiei’s chest in circular
motions. “Oyasuminasai koibito… ai shiteru,” said Kurama, almost
whispering and closed his eyes. Then he heard. “Hn… ai shiteru…” Kurama
felt like floating into dreams. With Hiei beside him, he would dare to
face those dreams… together… forever… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Owari ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bulma’s
journal… finished
my first fanfic… very proud at it actually… I hope you all like
it! ha… ha… ^.~ Special
thanks to Siew Lee for her inspiration!* Bulma Briefs bulma_v_briefs@hotmail.com |