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Adult ++
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12
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856
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Kitsune's Kry
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Chapter 10:
Kitsune’s Kry
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The room was dark, to the point that his anomalous sight was impaired. He could hear the soft sound of breathing that echoed his own and an occasional whimper as he picked his way through the dark towards the bed.
Lighting the candle on the nightstand next to the bed, Hiei gazed upon it for a moment, watching the flecks of red and yellow mingle and dance in the darkness that surrounded it like a cloak. He sighed and finally turned towards the kitsune lying prone on the bad, covered by a thick blanket.
It amazed him to this day how pristine and beautiful this human was, though only half. Never before in his life had he even believed that something as perfect as Kurama existed. Never imagined that beauty would be his. He and Kurama both had come a long way since their thieving days, that was for sure. Neither of them would have been able to accept this under different circumstances.
Quietly, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched the kitsune sleep. His dreams were tormented tonight, and would be for a while. It would most likely take a long time for Kurama to put this behind him. With a tentative hand, Hiei reached out and wiped the sweat from Kurama’s forehead, brushing back the loose strands of hair from his feverish skin.
Kurama would wake soon, so Hiei wasted no more time. He pulled back the comforter that covered Kurama’s newly recovered body and moved further onto the bed. Sitting Indian style, he pulled Kurama into his arms and rested the kitsune’s head on his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Kurama would wake in the safety of his arms.
If it were not for his duty to serve Mukuro, none of this would have ever happened to Kurama in the first place. The guilt Hiei felt was gnawing at him. Would the fox hold it against him? For not being there to protect him?... No, Kurama wasn’t like that, Hiei knew. Kurama would wake in his arms, scared, but not alone, and for that, he would be relieved. For now, he would wait patiently for him to awake, and when he did, he would comfort him and fight away his fears.
The hour passed slowly, and Hiei felt himself dozing off to sleep, sitting up against the headboard with a sleeping kitsune nestled in his arms. Resting his eyes would be fine, but he would not allow himself to sleep. He was a light sleeper, but he wanted to make sure he was aware when Kurama woke up. Soon, another hour passed.
“H-Hiei?” A weak voice whispered, shattering the nerve-racking silence of the night. Hiei’s eyes opened slowly, but he didn’t stir. Any quick movements would startle the sure-to-be jumpy kitsune, he only hugged Kurama closer to him.
“Hai, Kitsune.” Hiei’s voice was soft and caring, full of endearment. It seemed this did little to soothe his friend, though, as he could hear and feel Kurama’s sobs. He brought a hand to Kurama’s head and locked his fingers in the matted, greasy hair, allowing Kurama to rest his face in the crook of his neck and cry as he rocked him slowly. It was to be expected, for Kurama to be emotionally wrecked after what happened.
“I t-thought I wound never see you again...” Kurama cried, wrapping his arms around Hiei’s middle and hugging himself closer. “I thought you left me.”
“I could never leave you, Kurama.” Hiei whispered against Kurama’s cheek. “I worked too hard to get this far, worked too hard to get you. I wouldn’t leave you for all the Makai and it’s power.”
“Why did you take so long to return to me?” Kurama whispered against the soft fabric of Hiei’s cloak. “Didn’t you want to see me?”
“Hn. Baka Kitsune. What would make you ask something like that?” Though the question was stern, Hiei’s tone was quiet and gentle. The fox needed his reassurance more than anything now, and he was at least trying to keep his temper in check.
Hiei blinked when he felt Kurama move against him. The kitsune was frantically trying to remove Hiei’s cloak and scarf. The raven-haired Koorime winced visibly when Kurama’s sharp nails came in contact with his soft, russet skin. Stilling the youko’s hands before any more damage could be done, Hiei helped by slowly pulling away the material from his neck and the cloak that donned his lithe figure.
Kurama reached out a hand, this time at a slower pace, and lifted the navy blue tank top over Hiei’s head, tossing it carelessly to the floor next to the bed. Trembling arms found their way around Hiei’s middle again as Kurama snuggled closer, absorbing the intoxicating heat Hiei’s body was made of. For the first time in days, Kurama felt safe. He didn’t feel alone. His body ached like it never had before, and his head hurt. All he wanted to do at the moment was fall into an oblivious sleep and never wake up.
Hiei understood that although Kurama’s body was healed for the most part, it would take a while for his ki to return, and he would be very weak and vulnerable until then. He did not want the fox to feel threatened by him. He felt that only he could help Kurama through his ordeal, and it would already be difficult for the youko. Feeling that he could not trust Hiei would only make matters worse.
“Kurama... I’m not going to ask why, not tonight. But eventually I’ll want answers, and you’re going to give them to me.” Hiei kept his voice at a reasonable tone as he spoke to the kitsune, feeling him nod of in his arms.
“Yes, Hiei.” Green eyes finally shut, closing out the world and all the pain he had to endure. His breath remained unstable for some time through the night, but it eventually evened out, and he fell deeper into a more restful sleep. Hiei, reluctant to move and risk waking his partner, remained where he was throughout the night, watching over and protecting the kitsune from the torment of his nightmares.
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Kaat: I have to hand it to you Kurama, that was a good chapter.
Kurama: (smiles) Thank you, Kitty-chan. I was hoping to be a little more romantic about it, but decided to keep it discrete. You did say that this story would have no lemons, and as much as I like them, I have to agree that it’s time for something fresh and new.
Hiei: Hn. I don’t believe my ears. A Youko doesn’t want sex? Is the world ending?
Kaat: Shut up, Hiei, or your next.
Hiei: Damn Onna, I am next. This next chapter’s mine.
Kaat/Kurama: (eyes widen)Oh, dear God.
Hiei: (growls) Shut the hell up, both of you. Now, where was I? Oh yes. No lemon, and no fluff...(blinks) Did I just say the word... Fluff? What the fuck!? Am I a girl now? Fluff... That sounds really weird. Fluff... Fluff...
Kurama/Kaat: (looks at Hiei in confusion)
Kaat: He’s lost it.
Kurama: Yep.
Hiei: ...Fluff...
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Chapter 10:
Kitsune’s Kry
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The room was dark, to the point that his anomalous sight was impaired. He could hear the soft sound of breathing that echoed his own and an occasional whimper as he picked his way through the dark towards the bed.
Lighting the candle on the nightstand next to the bed, Hiei gazed upon it for a moment, watching the flecks of red and yellow mingle and dance in the darkness that surrounded it like a cloak. He sighed and finally turned towards the kitsune lying prone on the bad, covered by a thick blanket.
It amazed him to this day how pristine and beautiful this human was, though only half. Never before in his life had he even believed that something as perfect as Kurama existed. Never imagined that beauty would be his. He and Kurama both had come a long way since their thieving days, that was for sure. Neither of them would have been able to accept this under different circumstances.
Quietly, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched the kitsune sleep. His dreams were tormented tonight, and would be for a while. It would most likely take a long time for Kurama to put this behind him. With a tentative hand, Hiei reached out and wiped the sweat from Kurama’s forehead, brushing back the loose strands of hair from his feverish skin.
Kurama would wake soon, so Hiei wasted no more time. He pulled back the comforter that covered Kurama’s newly recovered body and moved further onto the bed. Sitting Indian style, he pulled Kurama into his arms and rested the kitsune’s head on his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Kurama would wake in the safety of his arms.
If it were not for his duty to serve Mukuro, none of this would have ever happened to Kurama in the first place. The guilt Hiei felt was gnawing at him. Would the fox hold it against him? For not being there to protect him?... No, Kurama wasn’t like that, Hiei knew. Kurama would wake in his arms, scared, but not alone, and for that, he would be relieved. For now, he would wait patiently for him to awake, and when he did, he would comfort him and fight away his fears.
The hour passed slowly, and Hiei felt himself dozing off to sleep, sitting up against the headboard with a sleeping kitsune nestled in his arms. Resting his eyes would be fine, but he would not allow himself to sleep. He was a light sleeper, but he wanted to make sure he was aware when Kurama woke up. Soon, another hour passed.
“H-Hiei?” A weak voice whispered, shattering the nerve-racking silence of the night. Hiei’s eyes opened slowly, but he didn’t stir. Any quick movements would startle the sure-to-be jumpy kitsune, he only hugged Kurama closer to him.
“Hai, Kitsune.” Hiei’s voice was soft and caring, full of endearment. It seemed this did little to soothe his friend, though, as he could hear and feel Kurama’s sobs. He brought a hand to Kurama’s head and locked his fingers in the matted, greasy hair, allowing Kurama to rest his face in the crook of his neck and cry as he rocked him slowly. It was to be expected, for Kurama to be emotionally wrecked after what happened.
“I t-thought I wound never see you again...” Kurama cried, wrapping his arms around Hiei’s middle and hugging himself closer. “I thought you left me.”
“I could never leave you, Kurama.” Hiei whispered against Kurama’s cheek. “I worked too hard to get this far, worked too hard to get you. I wouldn’t leave you for all the Makai and it’s power.”
“Why did you take so long to return to me?” Kurama whispered against the soft fabric of Hiei’s cloak. “Didn’t you want to see me?”
“Hn. Baka Kitsune. What would make you ask something like that?” Though the question was stern, Hiei’s tone was quiet and gentle. The fox needed his reassurance more than anything now, and he was at least trying to keep his temper in check.
Hiei blinked when he felt Kurama move against him. The kitsune was frantically trying to remove Hiei’s cloak and scarf. The raven-haired Koorime winced visibly when Kurama’s sharp nails came in contact with his soft, russet skin. Stilling the youko’s hands before any more damage could be done, Hiei helped by slowly pulling away the material from his neck and the cloak that donned his lithe figure.
Kurama reached out a hand, this time at a slower pace, and lifted the navy blue tank top over Hiei’s head, tossing it carelessly to the floor next to the bed. Trembling arms found their way around Hiei’s middle again as Kurama snuggled closer, absorbing the intoxicating heat Hiei’s body was made of. For the first time in days, Kurama felt safe. He didn’t feel alone. His body ached like it never had before, and his head hurt. All he wanted to do at the moment was fall into an oblivious sleep and never wake up.
Hiei understood that although Kurama’s body was healed for the most part, it would take a while for his ki to return, and he would be very weak and vulnerable until then. He did not want the fox to feel threatened by him. He felt that only he could help Kurama through his ordeal, and it would already be difficult for the youko. Feeling that he could not trust Hiei would only make matters worse.
“Kurama... I’m not going to ask why, not tonight. But eventually I’ll want answers, and you’re going to give them to me.” Hiei kept his voice at a reasonable tone as he spoke to the kitsune, feeling him nod of in his arms.
“Yes, Hiei.” Green eyes finally shut, closing out the world and all the pain he had to endure. His breath remained unstable for some time through the night, but it eventually evened out, and he fell deeper into a more restful sleep. Hiei, reluctant to move and risk waking his partner, remained where he was throughout the night, watching over and protecting the kitsune from the torment of his nightmares.
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Kaat: I have to hand it to you Kurama, that was a good chapter.
Kurama: (smiles) Thank you, Kitty-chan. I was hoping to be a little more romantic about it, but decided to keep it discrete. You did say that this story would have no lemons, and as much as I like them, I have to agree that it’s time for something fresh and new.
Hiei: Hn. I don’t believe my ears. A Youko doesn’t want sex? Is the world ending?
Kaat: Shut up, Hiei, or your next.
Hiei: Damn Onna, I am next. This next chapter’s mine.
Kaat/Kurama: (eyes widen)Oh, dear God.
Hiei: (growls) Shut the hell up, both of you. Now, where was I? Oh yes. No lemon, and no fluff...(blinks) Did I just say the word... Fluff? What the fuck!? Am I a girl now? Fluff... That sounds really weird. Fluff... Fluff...
Kurama/Kaat: (looks at Hiei in confusion)
Kaat: He’s lost it.
Kurama: Yep.
Hiei: ...Fluff...
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