Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Vow ❯ Overflow ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Broken Vow

Show: Yu Yu Hakusho

Pairing: Kurama/OC, Kurama/Hiei

Author: GreenBird

Disclaimer: You know how this works.

Rating: PG-13

Note: Argh. Okay here it is. Hiei explains just what happened… to Yusuke and to himself. The Detective swallows the pill well enough… and seems to regurgitate some pretty helpful words. Well, well Hiei… you were wrong weren't you? Angst. Yaoi. Shounen-ai getting mixed in. Did I see a smidget of Fluff? I think I did! I am a very confused girl. Song quip from t.A.T.u. now… can't make up my mind to what the hell I'm doing.

~Tell me how you've never felt delicate or innocent.

Tell me nothing ever counts; lashing out and breaking down.

Still somebody looses, cause there's no way to turn around. ~ t.A.T.u

Part Four: Overflow

For the first time in weeks blood was rushing to the youkai's face. It made normally unmarked skin flush a deep red, heating it considerably and bringing pressure to his cheekbones. Around his throat the pressure built as well, and his hands, normally stationary on his bent knees were fluttering restlessly.

The figure across from him appeared to suffer the same ailment, two brown eyes widened in unmasked shock and the similar tinting had appeared on its' face. It wouldn't have been so damn hard to regain composure if his counterpart's reaction wasn't so drastic… but the both of them were not helping each other in feeling comfortable.

Deciding that the moment of silence was wearing them both down, the detective spoke as clearly as he could. "You and Kurama then?"

"Yes." The reply was as unabashed as he could manage at the moment… considering he had just told his once esteemed partner and friend that two of his teammates had been training each other how to properly copulate.

"Umm…" Yusuke was pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, desperately trying not to seem too shocked. "How long… were the two of you…"

"Intimate?" Yes, finish the sentences for him; he most likely couldn't form full ones by himself. "Our courtship has been for a long while… but our mating? Only six months or so. On and off mind, I don't have the endurance to handle being near him in the ningenki for much more then a week."

Yusuke nodded dumbly, hair bobbing over his forehead. He couldn't help it, but his mind immediately tried to show him all the hints he should have recognized; the little clues that were given to him over the past years that would have led to this conclusion.

Wow, you are really stupid. Did they have to spell it out? Little pieces of memory came back. The two's constant devotion to each other, their general concern for one another, the training time they took… the sight of one without the other was almost slightly unusual for a while. They both knew each other's moods, knew their behaviors well enough to predict future actions. Words referring to the other were mostly kind, and some times affectionate. And then there always were those moments when he'd caught them off guard. It only had happened once or twice when there was a break in action… a break long enough to settle down. He remembered once… once he'd walked in and Hiei had been very close to the kitsune. And by very close… he meant sitting on his lap. Alright, so he had dismissed it too quickly. But, now, it seemed so stupidly obvious.

"I can't really say I expected it, but, yeah I noticed… some things."

Hiei's eyes glimmered as he caught the scenes that Yusuke was recalling through small pulses. "It would have been hard to miss, considering that you did walk in on us with his tongue down my throat." He commented dryly.

Yusuke winced. "Don't do that to me!? If I want you to know something I'll say it."

The youkai rolled vermillion eyes. "If you project like that I can't really help it. Are you done gaping at me?"

Yusuke didn't realize he was gaping, but no, he wasn't done. "Well… what's happened between you that made you come here?"

"A fight."

Well yes, that was evident. "Now don't go and do that. When was this?"

"Two weeks and one night ago. Fifteen days. I haven't been able to tolerate the Makai or the Ningenki. Needless to say I am restless… not to mention this damn weather. I couldn't seem to sleep."

"You're freaked out that's why. The fight scared you…"

"Stop being stupid. That is up surd." Hiei closed his eyes and avoided the drilling glare that was now being issued on him. "I am not distraught over that damn youko. It's the weather."

The tone of the demon's voice had tinted itself, hinting danger. Lying was useless, and it was simple to see now what the problem was.

"Now you know the whole reason for my request at lodging. Back off."

Naturally, the inquisitive boy discarded this. What was it about? The detective pondered. Why hasn't it cleared up? Kurama's an understanding guy… if Hiei was a jackass to him or something he wouldn't hold it against him for that long… Was this all about pride? Did they bicker over some dumb thing?

Fitting the title of detective for once, Yusuke dug deeper, his voice was very steady and commanding; a question that was going to be answered. "How bad was this fight Hiei… how much shit are you in?"

At this heavy black lashes parted only enough to let the iris under glimmer through. The demon was gazing softly across the room, thoughtfulness reflected very lightly on him, but only for a second. The face grew stone-like again and the mourning eyes closed in indifference.

"I am as good as dead." It was dead air floating from a frowning mouth.

Yusuke watched him, despair was slight in the small demon, but it was there. He was worried, and upset, and… dare he think… frightened?

Yusuke very gently prodded the Koorime further. He made sure his voice was soft now. "What happened?"

He watched as the demon's small but strong frame sagged in a sigh. For a moment he thought that he would have gotten an answer, but he was sadly mislead by the action. "This isn't anything that has to do with you Yusuke." It was said reflecting the same gentle manner, but this time meant to be a phrase of closure. "I needed lodging, I needed food. I have gotten both. I'll be going." Hiei stood then, just like before, and made to leave.

"Where're you gunna go? You've got no one to run to."

"I have managed before without him." He stated simply. "I can manage it again."

"Lying is bad Hiei."

"I will be fine."

"Yeah okay." Yusuke rolled his eyes and glared intently out the window. Thinking that this signified the end of their session, Hiei began to head to the bedroom to exit through the window. Yusuke didn't reach out to stop him, at least not physically.

"You know what Hiei," the boy was smiling almost sadly at him, "you talk a lot in your sleep too." The footsteps stopped and two red eyes looked at him, curiosity sparked. "I'm no… well, woman, but there is a little bit of intuition stuck somewhere. I picked it up last night that there was a problem with you and Kurama… but you confirmed it yourself."

A normally still heart began to quicken in unknown tension. "What did you hear?"

"Words I knew you wouldn't say if you were conscious."

That was not enough. "Tell me."

The boy smiled. "You said you were sorry."

The Koorime snorted. "I am a liar. And?"

"Nothing much else." Yusuke shrugged. "Why don't you try to say it again? Say you're sorry. Go and say you're sorry and get another bed to crash in."

"It isn't that easy!" Hiei hissed. "It can't be that easy!"

"Why not?"

"You don't even know what I did."

"Yeah `cause you won't tell me!" Brows knitted in frustration. "Do you have any idea how annoying you are? You wave a dilemma right in front of me but you won't let me take a peek. You say it's not my business, well at one twenty-nine last night it wasn't!" He was almost yelling, gladly beginning to vent on the small demon. "You drug me into this by yourself. You can't just go about looking for pity!"

"I am not looking for pity." The youkai almost snarled it, thinning his eyes out at him.

"I'm sure. You are so damn pathetic!" Yusuke sat back against the table and rolled his eyes fully, adding with it a heavy sigh. He was so concentrated on body language that he almost didn't catch the small fist that was intending to smash into the side of his head.

His left hand came up quickly to ensnare the projectile and his right reached up to tangle itself in whatever it could of the small youkai. Hiei let a sound of surprise escape him as he was tugged ungraciously down to his knees and held in front of the detective's face, the collar of his tattered cloak fisted in Yusuke's hand.

Yusuke's face was now oddly calm, but Hiei's was cold and dangerous, obviously just trying to hurt him now with looks.

"Let go of me." The demon seethed, the heel of his free hand pushing at him, but not hard enough to get free.

Yusuke smiled. "No. I'm not going to. You're going to tell me everything and if this is the only way you're going to talk, then I'll do it. Sure, I'm going to have some bruises and there is a chance of the apartment burning down, but I'm going to do it. You are going to tell me what is wrong and I'm going to listen."

Hiei continued his refusal, leaning as far away from Yusuke as he could. "Don't think for one second you can!"

"Oh I can, I've never done it before, but I can. And I'm going to be attentive and everything. I might even try to give advice. It's a friend thing you know? I'm not one for heart-to-hearts, but why not?"

Hiei's hands stopped pushing. "What?"

Yusuke smiled and released Hiei's fist. "I'm your friend. I know you really might think otherwise, but I am. I don't have a lot of friends Hiei; in fact, I don't even like a lot of people. I know you don't like people at all. And for some reason we liked each other enough to work together through some difficult things. This shouldn't be much different right? It's a fight."

There was a sudden rush of despair in the demon. He couldn't have been feeling guilty over this… "This is nothing that can be cured by hitting Yusuke."

The boy bobbed his head knowingly. "That's prolly why you're loosing."

Hiei fell into a frustrated silence. This was not what he needed right now… this was not what he had asked for. He wanted a place to sleep, not a psychiatrist. Letting his brows knit he pulled himself loose the rest of the way from Yusuke's grip to fall gracefully onto his carpet. Quickly he glared in irritation at the room around him, wishing the walls would fall away and give him a way to escape. But just now, there was none. Yusuke was adamant, and he was growing tired of being badgered.

"There were things said that shouldn't have been." He muttered as quietly as he could, but the boy across from him was far too interested to not understand.

"By who?"

"The kitsune." Came his immediate reply, and by the skeptical eyebrow that was raised at him he knew that Yusuke had picked up the trace of bitterness in it. Hell, even the ningen can pick that I messed up and he doesn't even know what the fight was about.

-I wasn't wrong.-

"What'd Kurama say?"

The words he'd plan to say were ran through his head once and he couldn't help feel that infuriating tinge of guilt. Yusuke won't understand. From somewhere he'd found a piece of cloth and in a nature that was almost unlike him he began to toy with it in sudden nervousness.

Yusuke would not allow him to stop now. "Stop playing the part of a mute! Tell me!"

-Fine, I'll tell you how cold I really am.-

"He said… that he loved me."

Yusuke blinked once, replaying what was said. Finally he tipped his head and spoke the only thing that he could think, a simple-minded question; "So. What's wrong?"

Those are always the hardest to answer. "So?! He loves me. He…"

"Yeah, and what is wrong?" After all the build-up of the `big problem' the detective was left severely disappointed. Not to mention, somewhat confused. "Is it wrong for him to love you? Elaborate Hiei. Wasn't that the whole point of you two together?"

The fire demon suddenly found himself very frustrated. Did no one understand? "No it wasn't the point." He seethed. There was an odd rush off emotion for him… a sort of fury that he couldn't place. Something has making him crawl in frustration and he couldn't find what it could be. Finally, instead of going further, he rose to his defense.

"He was lying."

"Now you can't just say that!" Yusuke seemed to be contracting some of the frustration as well.

Hiei had his sharp little teeth bared, though not at the boy in particular. "It's true. He's a kitsune. He claims that for the years of his human life there was no one but me. I don't believe that! He'd have taken all he could get; it's in his demon nature. He just couldn't have…" But he stopped and twisted the cloth in his hand so hard that it began to fray, the odd little threads branching outward.

"Couldn't what!?"

The youkai stared at the broken strands of the fabric, watching the smallest tendrils of thread. Thread was made of smaller thread, which was made by even smaller thread. Odd concept. Strange. Absorbing.

"Damn it Hiei!" Yusuke's sharp voice could break any train of thought. "Just say it! What couldn't he have done?!"

"He couldn't have meant it!" The demon exploded, surprising the detective. "He was wrong… it was lust. Never love."

Yusuke watched him for a few minutes more before he shook his head. "You've got no right to make that decision." At the look of slight interest from the Koorime, he continued confidently. "Now here's something I can say that I know about. You don't have the grounds to say who loves you and who doesn't. When I died years ago I was sure no one gave a damn over some bratty punk of a kid. I was certain no one loved me. Well, I was wrong now wasn't I? I got to be drug back from the possible brink of hell just to keep those people who cared happy." He shrugged, pretty certain he'd explained it well enough. "And that's how it is on that… er…so there."

"You are stupid." Hiei sighed, now well vented after Yusuke's novel tangent.

"So… you understand that?" He hoped he did… he didn't think he could remember what he just said.

"It doesn't matter. It wasn't ever meant to progress to that." He had to drill that fact. It was never an intention. He didn't want it.

"Well, did he know about that?" Stupid simple questions. It was the same he had thought about before, this time only said through another. Had Kurama known that Hiei had never meant for them to be bonded so intimately? Had he known that all the time their contact had been for carnal means only? Suddenly he found that part of him was scolding for being hypocritical. How dare he say that Kurama was the one that sought out pleasure.

The demon couldn't stand this debate within him. Everything he'd been solid about ever since the problem had developed was beginning to soften under the rereading of his thoughts.

Emitting a harsh sound of irritation, Hiei stood and stalked stiff-legged to Yusuke's room. Yusuke was up in a flash following him, alarmed at the sudden move and not ready just yet to let the youkai slip through his window. At the doorway he stopped to see that all Hiei had intended to do was to stare blindly through the glass rather then go through it.

The demon stood solidly in the center of his room, glaring at the portal to the outside, his arms crossed in front of him. The detective was surprised to see that the rain wasn't gone. Gloomy clouds still patched the sky and as he watched his window darkened, the sunlight blocked by the immense body of a cloud. The rain was unfortunately just as hard as last night. He moaned lightly in disappointment. Stupid weatherman, everything was still going to be undesirably wet by tomorrow… and he had plans too…

Yusuke stood for a moment, regaining the track of mind that was needed for the task at hand, absolutely at a loss to what he should do just now. Hiei was angry enough to attempt to hurt him, whether or not it had been he that had brought on the rage or not.

Might as well just ask him it, he's probably asked himself…

"Do you think you might love him too?"

There was no flash of movement as Hiei turned about to glare at him, no shout of outrage at the question asked. The small demon simply stood there, absolutely still… the only possible movement Yusuke saw he could have sworn was a trick of the shifting lights. There was a slight shutter of the youkai's prominent shoulders. A shiver? A sigh?

When there was nothing, Yusuke was almost fully prepared to simply walk out on the stony figure. If he thinks that that's it he's…

"I don't know."

"What?" The detective said it on impulse before he could stop himself.

"I said…" The words were more pronounced now, although by no means strong or frustrated. "I do not know."

Unwittingly Yusuke felt himself smile. From `no' to `I don't know'. This was progressive. Oh, please don't let me mess it up now. In a very gentle manner, Yusuke moved to sit on his bed… for some reason he needed to see the demon's face. Carefully folding his legs he sat watching him, head slightly tilted, waiting for a further statement. It came sooner then he expected it.

"How does one…" Hiei hated the meekness of his voice, but for some reason he couldn't steel it, "know that they've felt that at one point or another?" He was not saying by any means that that was possible… he was just curious. Yes, that was it. He was curious to what this emotion felt like.

Alright, not something he knew a lot about… but, he'd watched daytime soap operas when his mother had left them on in the living room. Those things were filled with love. The detective inflated himself with a breath, fully prepared to talk. -Oh please sound right, please please please…-

"Was there ever a time when you didn't know that there was anything else in the room when he was?" -Yeah that sounds good. - "A time when you never wanted to look away? Was there some sort of hunger just to be around him? Even just to hear him speak or see him breath or feel him with you brought you peace. It's caring for someone despite everything else, and at first it can kinda be blinding… then frightening. It's where you… love someone… A sort of completion."

-Be good enough, oh please be good enough. - Yusuke whispered inwardly. And suddenly he was aware that Hiei wasn't looking at him… he was concentrating with all of his power on the window, glaring at it with sharp intensity, those crimson eyes unseeing… trying desperately to catch a moment in time that was gone. Yusuke watched as an ice face began to soften and pale lids with their dark lashes began to drag themselves down to blot out the harsh present.

And apparently, that was good enough.

* * *

(flashback)

When he'd gotten to that window that morning so many weeks ago the sun was only a few minutes from rousing. Despite everything he had gotten through the half-open window into that prim bedroom. He'd known from the second he'd landed in those dew-laden branches that Kurama would not be up and waiting for him. He'd known that he'd be fast asleep and most likely angry at the demon for having skipped out of their meeting last night. He'd known that in only a few minutes he would have to leave again to avoid being caught, and he certainly knew that there would be no reward for his appearance. Yes, he knew all of that… but he didn't care. He wanted to be there.

The kitsune was asleep on his bed, still in the previous day's clothing. He lay on his stomach, his face pressed against the pillow and hair flared out over the covers. The now yellowing light glinted oddly, and if there was one thing in the world that he could call pretty… no beautiful… no breathtaking… this was it. Gods his mate was glowing!

It was an odd sensation just standing there, watching him, but he did for the longest time. His power was covered so he wouldn't risk waking him, somewhere in the house he knew that the ningen was rising, but in that moment…

-"Was there ever a time when you didn't know that there was anything else in the room when he was? A time when you never wanted to look away?"-

That ningen woman could have opened up that door to wake her son and he'd not of noticed. He remembered that sweeping little feeling when he saw the youko's body heave in a comforting sigh. The temptation was too great…

Hoping the movement wouldn't disturb his slumber, Hiei had crawled onto the mattress, having it bow under him as he moved slowly towards him.

Just a touch, just a touch… Fingers brushed one standing lock of hair by the nape of a slender neck. Silk. A beautiful glimmer.

A smell, just a smell… And he buried his nose into those tempting tresses and breathed in. Kurama's scent, more potent then perfume. His head swirled in delirium.

-"Was there some sort of hunger just to be around him? Even just to hear him speak or see him breath or feel him with you brought you peace."-

Oh it was odd… so odd; this weightless sensation that he had felt. Surely he had to be ill or something; he couldn't understand what was bringing on this ache and euphoria at the same confusing moment. He was just laying there with his hand on the kitsune's cheek… he'd done this before right?

Suddenly, he couldn't have enough. This wasn't lust… this couldn't be. He didn't want to dominate or be dominated over… all he wanted to be there. Just needed to close his arms around his partner and possess him. His, all his. His mate, his friend… his lo--

Kurama stirred then, green eyes opening slowly and dreamily instead of quickly and in alarm. They stared unfocused at the smaller fire demon that was cradling his face in his hands. Hiei waited for the confusion to be replaced by that passionate silent anger that Kurama possessed… but it didn't come. Something else did.

"Oh Hiei… good morning." Relief. There was relief and a spark of joy in those gorgeous ivy irises.

"I'm sorry… I'm so late." A whisper that he supposed was his… yes. Did he just apologize? He had to be sick.

"It's alright." Kurama lifted himself up only slightly and suddenly he was curious to the gaze he was getting. Red eyes were wonderfully wide and staring in amazement at something… surely not him. "What is…?"

Hiei pressed his forehead against Kurama's, their bangs entangling. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply though his mouth, trembling slightly as if he was in shock. A hand was wrapped around to bury itself in that godly hair and the other continued to cup his face gently, fingers pressed against his cool skin. The youko gently held him in return, letting the feeling flow through him as well and seemed to understand immediately.

But, Hiei just could not understand. He knew so much about everything… But this was strange, an alien feeling; perfect flood of emotion.

This was… this was…

-"…A sort of completion."-

*~TBC~*

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Well! That's it for Part Four! Yay! Not exactly the way I planned, but that's how it came. . . Part Five, the final chapter, will come in time. It's a great deal longer then all the other parts. . . perhaps I can make it into two, ne?

The summer is my major production time, and several fics are demanding attention, as well as my original fictions. I ask for patience, and well, support! If you enjoyed it. . .review! I melt for them. (Honestly, I got four in one day, as well as an email from someone who liked my stuff and I nearly wet myself in glee.)

For those who like this. . . truly, I do love you. For those who don't. . . how did you manage to get down here?

Arigatou ~ Green Bird