Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the YYH characters mentioned here and never will. Yoshihiro Togashi owns them.

Note: This is a fic I thought about while reading other YYH fics. This fic is YAOI.

If you don’t like yaoi, I suggest that you leave. This is my first attempt at a YYH fic and I’m fascinated by the pairing of Kurama and Hiei and I ended up writing one.

      Kurama felt a dark youki as he was doing his homework in his room. :: Great, Hiei’s here:: He pretended he didn’t notice Hiei, who was sitting at his the windowsill. Hiei announced his arrival with his trademark ‘hn’. Hiei hated being ignored. He walked over to Kurama’s desk and covered Kurama’s notebook with his hand.



      “Yes Hiei?” He raised an eyebrow seductively at Hiei. He’s been doing this for several months now. It seems that Hiei wasn’t falling for his charms. Hiei’s eyes widened in surprise at Kurama’s straight forward reaction and retreated to his usual place at the window. “Hn, stupid kitsune, what’s your reason for calling me here?”



      “Well, I just wanted to keep me company, that’s all,” Kurama knew Hiei enjoyed his company and that Hiei often followed him after school. One day while Hiei was polishing his katana in Kurama’s room, Kurama said that Hiei looked kawaii in his windowsill. For a brief moment Kurama saw Hiei blush and he was gone in a blur of black.



::Why is my stomach turning when this fox is smiling at me?:: Hiei pretended that he wasn’t fazed at Kurama’s action and put on his best poker face. “Hn” Hiei took off his cloak and draped it over Kurama’s bed and tore off a piece of cloth off his tank top and polished his katana.



      Kurama sighed, ::Polishing his katana again? Doesn’t he have anything to do than polish that stupid katana?:: But Kurama refused to give up and continued to do his homework, a few times he would feel that Hiei was staring at him. That’s why he wore his favorite shirt, a shirt that brought out the color of his eyes, at the same time showing off his slim figure.



      ::Damn! Why does the fox have to be so damn beautiful!:: Hiei couldn’t believe it, but he was drooling over the kitsune. He concentrated at polishing his katana, almost burning the cloth he was using. How could one simple piece of clothing make a person so beautiful?!? Hiei tried to slow down his furiously beating heart. ::Don’t jump him, don’t jump him, don’t jump him, don’t jump him:: Hiei screamed at himself. Hiei controlled himself from thinking hentai thoughts about Kurama. When Kurama flipped his hair Hiei almost lost it. He choked and coughed.



      Kurama smiled in satisfaction at the reaction he was getting from Hiei. He stood up and walked over Hiei and placed a hand on his shoulder. “What’s the matter Hiei?” He clapped a little on Hiei’s back. Hiei’s back felt warm. ::If only you knew Hiei, how I feel about you:: Kurama was always ‘just a friend’ to Hiei, ::Oh, Hiei, if only I could tell you how I feel:: He sighed inwardly, he then noticed that Hiei was looking at him strangely.



      “Why? Do I have something on my face?” But still Hiei remained silent. And he shrugged away Kurama’s hand from his back.



      ::Did Kurama just say that? Or was it just my imagination?:: Hiei thought, Kurama just said that he wish that he could say what he felt for Hiei. Then what did the kitsune felt for him? Kurama looked confused.



      Kurama’s brow were creased in confusion and cleared. His face took on a horrified look and he reached out for Hiei but Hiei avoided him. “No, no Hiei! I’m sorry!!” ::I can’t believe I just said that thought aloud. I wanted to tell him my feelings when I’m sure about them::



      Hiei had enough of this, he lunged for the half-youko and pinned him to the ground. “H-Hiei!! What are you doing?” he struggled under the koorime, for such a small person Hiei was really strong. A cold chill ran up Kurama’s spine, Kurama struggled again but Hiei was far stronger than him in his ningen form, but Kurama didn’t struggle much, he liked the feeling of challenge. He was taken aback by Hiei’s question.



      “What do you feel about me fox?” Hiei felt something warm somewhere inside of him. A warm feeling he always felt when he’s with Kurama. Hiei denied it for a while but he had come to accept it. He was in love with the kitsune. Kurama was still silent, his large emerald orbs widening even wider. “Answer me fox!?!”



      ::Should I tell him?:: Kurama thought about this matter since the day he met Hiei. A voice in his head said no, but the other said yes. The two voices were so loud that Kurama could swear that Hiei could hear the voices. But the voice that said yes won and he took a shaky breath “Au shitteru Hiei” :: There I’ve said it, I told him how I feel:: He closed his eyes, anticipating a blow from Hiei, but what he received was Hiei’s lips against his own and a soft displacement of air. Kurama opened his eyes, he found Hiei sitting on his bed, Hiei was writing on a piece of paper and in a blur of black he was gone.



      Kurama ran to the window, “Matte!!” He felt for traces of Hiei’s youki but there was none. Kurama padded over to his bed and picked up the note Hiei left. Kurama read the note and he felt hot tears spring to his eyes. He kept the note in a drawer where he kept precious possessions and slept peacefully that night.



      Hiei landed inside Kurama’s room soundlessly, he made his way to where Kurama kept the note he left. He opened the drawer and pulled out the note, he read the note once more and placed one more kiss in his fox’s lips and left with a whisper of ‘Ai shitteru’.