Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted To You ❯ And the answer is...? ( Chapter 14 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

"Hiei! Hiei, wait. Why did Yusuke accuse you of taking his friend's wallet?" Kurama asked, once he caught up with a now angry Hiei heading up the stairs to second floor. Hiei ignored him and took the steps two at a time, reaching second and turning down another hallway filled with chattering students. Kurama did his best to keep up with the smaller.

"Hiei, please talk to me."

Hiei stopped walking. The redhead, not foreseeing this sudden move, bumped into him from behind.

"I didn't steal the kid's wallet." Hiei looked over his shoulder, his ruby irises delving into very close emerald ones. Kurama's eyes were mystifying at such a close range and Hiei tore his gaze away, feeling somewhat entranced. Kurama noticed the other's eyes seemed to be saying something that their owner would not and he pressed the issue further for the sake of his own understanding.

"Why does Yusuke think it was you?"

"Because I was there when that guy did." Hiei nodded his head towards the tallest guy out of a group flinging pennies down the hallway floors. The indicated was sitting on the window ledge laughing and challenging the other boys to whip coins at passing students.

Kurama frowned, recognizing the school bully. "Tim Deigo?"

"I don't know the guy's name and I personally don't care. It's none of my business." Hiei turned and continued walking past the group near the window. Kurama followed him, going over this new truth in his mind.

"Hey Minamino, baby. What's a girl like you doing on second? Shouldn't you be in the library prepping for university?" Tim and the others laughed, flinging pennies at him and Hiei as they went by. Hiei blocked one from hitting his head and kept walking. Kurama stopped in front of the naive bully who sat on the window ledge and chucked another coin at him.

Angry for being called a girl and by the same guy who was the very reason Yusuke didn't like Hiei, Kurama caught the penny and stepped up to a startled Deigo. Leaning one hand against the window pane to the right of the teen's head, Kurama whispered menancingly into his ear.

"I don't like the way you speak to me. And the fact that you are tossing away money that doesn't even belong to you proves your inferiority."

Deigo's friends chuckled nervously, determined to keep up their tough facade around the other students in the hall dispite the fact that their leader was being told off by Kurama Minamino. Deigo remained silent, returning the red head's stare confidently. But Kurama knew it was a front; he could tell by the way the boy was clenching the windowsill with long, white fingers.

"Return what you have stolen or Yusuke will find out the truth and this will get alot uglier than you've already made it." Kurama winked, tossed his penny back to the now visibly worried Deigo, and continued in the direction Hiei had gone.

The hallway was silent for a whole five minutes afterward.

* * *

The bell rang, announcing zero period and Kurama, having given up on tracking down the ever elusive Hiei, made his way up to meditation class. Dispite Hiei's ability to disappear, it would be awfully hard for the teen to avoid Kurama all day seeing as they had four classes together.

"Good morning, Minamino-san." Greeted a stunningly beautiful navy blue-haired girl in a short, green skirt and white blouse standing in the doorway.

"Ohayou, Fu-san. How was the volleyball game last night?" Kurama asked, pulling off his shoes and placing them with the others near the door.

Beaming, the girl looked at her toes and blushed faintly. "We won. I SO rocked the house that game!" She threw herself at her friend, hanging from his neck and giggling like she'd just downed a bottle of sake. "Why wern't YOU there to witness my awesome-ness, Mr. Yin's-game-wasn't-important-enough-for-me-to-make-an-appearance?"

"Gomen nasai, Yin!" Kurama sputtered as she put him into a headlock and messed up his hair with her free hand. "I want your hair, Kurama. Will you cut it off for me? I'll make highlights out of it." She joked, releasing Kurama of her death grip after she was satisfied with the mess she made of him.

Kurama sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaning his head back and seductively tossing his long treses over his shoulder. Yin made a face when Kurama's hair settled back perfectly in place as though she hadn't even touched it. Kurama saw her frustrated look and winked playfully, "I think I'll keep it, thanks."

"Oh Yiiiiiiiiiin..."

Yin turned around to see her brother making his way over to her, his hands hidden behind his back and a mischievous grin on his face. Before Yang could do anything remotely evil with whatever it was behind his back, Yin grabbed his nose tightly between her knuckles.

"Owwww! Gimmie a break! That HURTS!" Yang whined, pulling Yin's blouse away from her chest and dropping a long, wet, and very cold worm down it. Kurama backed away holding his ears as Yin screamed bloody murder. What had once been a collected, playful and very pretty highschool girl was now replaced by a terrifying she-demon who flung the worm out of her shirt and tackled her brother to the floor shouting various fruit names at him.

Kurama guessed that Yin's acceptance of her brother's bisexuality involved a variety of such nicknames. It really was quite funny to witness. Other students began to laugh and cheer on the Fu twins as they rolled around on the floor tugging each other's hair. Yang bit down on Yin's finger when it got too close to his mouth and Yin's eyes started to water.

They stopped struggling then; Yin about to burst into tears or scream in pain and Yang, who played with his sister's finger inside his mouth with his tongue until she let go of the fist full of his hair she had taken hostage.

"YANG THAT'S SICK!! Let go of my finger you disturbing kiwi!"

Yang released her finger and sat up. "That was mean. It's only spit. And since when are you afraid of worms?" he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Yin smacked her incompetant sibling upside the head and examined her saliva-soaked finger as the teacher walked in.

"Sorry I'm late claaa..." Mrs. Zappala's expression was priceless when she noticed her students hovered in a circle around Yin and Yang Fu. Everyone had an innocent smile on their face; twenty or so sets of pearly white teeth (more or less) lit up the room.

"Alright," she said, setting her briefcase on her desk, "what's going on in here?"

"Just getting a head start on our pre-meditation excercises, Miss." Yang offered.

Yin shot him a look that clearly said: "I can't believe I'm related to you" from her place on the floor. Kurama and the others took it upon themselves to stay on their teacher's good side and gathered up their respective meditation mats before she could instruct them to do so. Mrs. Zappala put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes before taking out an attendance sheet.

Kurama waited patiently for her to call his name out and found himself thinking about the boy from the roof tops and the fact that Hiei didn't answer his question in the gym. It was as he was sitting cross legged and staring at the floor that Kurama put the peices together. Hiei had been wearing a black muscle shirt and Khaki's!

Yang, who had settled down beside Kurama and was tracing the lines of the floor with his finger, jumped when the red head suddenly slapped himself in the forehead.

"Did you get it?" Yang smirked, thinking his friend was slapping at a fly.

Kurama laughed at himself for having taken so long to figure out the obvious and he hung his head, hiding his smile from view with his long red bangs.

"Give yourself a headache, Kurama?"

Kurama shook his head before turning to face his friend. "Do you remember Hiei?"

Yang scratched his head. "Who?"

"The new guy who sits beside you in biology class now." He waited for a response. The confused look on Yangs face equals...cluelessness. Try number two: "He convinced Viffy-san to let you go to the washroom yesterday."

Ding! Ding! Ding! "Oh! Tamago, right? Yeah I remember him. He's hot."

Kurama did a double take on his blue-haired classmate, not at all foreseeing Yang's comment on Hiei's hotness, "W-what?"

"He's hot." Yang smirked, giving his friend no more, no less of an answer for the sake of teasing the redhead's brain. It was so fun to play with Kurama's head; especially when the poor boy was so hoplessly in love. How did he know this? Yang watched the colour in Kurama's cheeks deepen and he laughed. The signs, darling, the signs.