Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Vow ❯ Window Panes ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Broken Vow

Show: Yu Yu Hakusho

Pairing: Kurama/OC, Kurama/Hiei

Author: GreenBird

Disclaimer: You know how this works.

Rating: PG-13

Note: Lotsa humor in this chapter. No lemon. Lots of talking…a bit of a lighthearted break for you. No song quips this time, none really fit. Yay, using Yusuke is fun as hell! ^^ Bashing of proWrestling. Sorry bout that. Enjoy. Yaoi-haters have been warned.

Part Three: Window Panes

WrestleMania baby! In surround sound! What more could Yusuke ask for? Finally he was able to rent the cassette. Now here he sat, popcorn and sweets piled high around him with four hours of watching overpaid flesh-lumps dukeing it out on his new T.V waiting.

"And the best part is I don't have to lift a damn finger!" The youth split a grin. "Well, except for you of course." He said, winking at his thumb. "Go ahead and press play buddy!"

In his VCR the tape clicked and began to run, large advertising letters burst on the screen, the colors were bright and vibrant… almost sickening. Theme music rolled in and bam! Let the pummeling begin.

Yusuke's mouth dropped open and he stretched his jaws. A gust of air escaped him. Damnit, he wasn't even a full hour into it and he was yawning.

"Never, have I seen worse acting." Because that's just what it had to be, either that or these guys really were the most pathetic things in fighting yet. "No wonder demons don't believe I'm human. If we all look like this fighting then there really is something odd about me. And what the hell's with that outfit? Spandex when you're a three-incher? I don't think so. Jeeze, at least you could have padded yourself buddy." The character in the ring roared to his opponent, who was posing in front of strobe lights to the delight of the fans. "Epilepsy fit." Yusuke put his hand over his eyes. The challenger bounded down the main boardwalk, (in the outfit he was wearing it looked more like a fashion show) hurling insults at the champion, claiming that he had stolen the title.

"Oh wow, an attempt at a plot." The challenger jumped into the ring, long cloak and hair waving. Comically, the detective waved his hand around. "Get him Drag Queen! Get him!" Smash. Bam. Boom. Down and out was the champ, a little bit of fake blood dribbled down his chin. The crowd was crazy, all screams of delight and horror, ooing and awing at every little thing. "Huh, a crowd that likes you. That's something I need to have."

The champion dramatically pulled himself up, spewing things about his honor as a winner and how he had done it all through his hard work and faithful training. A cheating thief would not beat him! "Ooo the kicker!" Yusuke laughed. "What's a two-cent writing job without a moral? He's sounding a bit too much like a certain blue-suited, red-headed, sword-flicking moron about now."

"I will defeat you with my final attack!" The screen shouted.

A little spark of interest flicking on Yusuke leant forward expectantly. What would this be? Better be cool and flashy… The champion reached out of the ring for something…

It was… it was… A chair? The popcorn fell off the end of Yusuke's bed as he proceeded to laugh. "Ooooo a chair! Make him comfy now! Maybe you can sit and talk this out boys!" There was an overloud smack as the opponent was pegged in the face with it. He then proceeded to fall to the floor clutching his nose and squeezing a blood packet to make the bump look like a brutal injury. What few ladies there were in the crowd made a roar of disapproval, not happy at the smashing of their prettyboy's face. The champ then proceed to beat him further, in his rage dropping the chair and choosing to sit on the other man and just pound his head into the mat. Yusuke stilled only for a second to review the position.

"Hey, now that doesn't look right. Are the ref's just gunna let him do that? It doesn't look so good…" The pinned man squirmed and tried to get out of the hold, but the champ was persistent. "Eee this is kinda kinky now. Get up drag man! Your costume is working too well! Run! Run! Ah!" A knee hit just the right place and the champ's voice went an octave higher. Gasping, he fell down to curl up on the mat. "Oh jeeze even I felt that." Start the count. One.

"You cannot be out by a kick to the nuts!" The champ didn't move and the longhaired successor stood over him gleefully. Two.

"Come on three-incher! It can't have been that bad! What's he got knees of steel?" He remained down. Three! Fight over. The winner flipped his hair confidently, batting his eyes and blowing kisses to the crowd, which now had fallen in love with him. "Oh ain't that just the way?"

The former crawled his way over to the ringside as the feminine man retreated backstage. Grabbing the microphone, he did his best to drop the pitch of his voice enough to threaten the now disappearing one.

"I'll make you pay for this!"

"This basically means you're going to have to kiss it and make it better backstage Queenie." Yusuke split a grin and stopped the tape. Although it was a source for hilarity, he just didn't feel up for any more of that nonsense.

"I guess when you go the best, everything else is just… crap."

. . .

Sleep. Need sleep now. Dumping unconsumed food into his garbage, Yusuke stripped down to his boxers and crawled into his bed, yawning wide enough to swallow his fist. Outside it was raining harder than it had been for the past few days and he groaned, irritated.

"If this keeps up there's gunna be some flooding. Stupid rain." The light was turned off and Yusuke lay on his back, open to sleep. What little light there was from the outside streetlamps shone dully into his room. The boy rubbed his eyes, feeling the low throb of a headache coming on. Great, that's all he needed now, a nice pulsing pain. But wait, this didn't hurt, it was just… a pulsing. It was…

His eyes were closed and in his twilight sleep he could hear his window click right above him and felt the wind as it was slid open. Yusuke's heart quickened. His bed bowed slightly as the figure stepped onto it. Someone was crawling into his room… and it felt like…

"You fucking demon! Get the hell out of my room!" An orb of blue light balled itself onto the end of his finger and the boy sat bolt upright, firing it dead into the face of the figure that had descended down onto his bed. Only until after the gun was fired did he recognize those two large eyes and that shocked face that the ball of power rammed itself into.

With a strangled shout the dark figure flew across the room to make contact with his wall. Amazingly it bounced and landed on its feet, reeling from the hit.

Alarmed, Yusuke fell out of his bed one leg semi-entangled in sheets. "Shit Hiei, oh shit! You scared the fuck out of me!"

The small demon clutched his face and with one free eye glared death at Yusuke. "Damn it human, do you do that to everyone?!"

"Only demon's that are crawling into my bed!"

"How was I to know it was right under your window?"

"Why couldn't you just use the front door like normal people?"

"Augh." Hiei desperately blinked his eyes, trying hard to rid the little dots of light from his vision. His face stung, even in such a low amount the spirit gun packed a punch.

"Your face gunna be okay?" Yusuke was standing up now, having escaped the trap of his bedding and shut the window that was letting in the rain. "You're not bleeding or anything?"

The small youkai smoothed his face over with his soaked cloak, and Yusuke laughed.

"What?"

He pointed. "Your hair."

Pale hands flew up to touch the ruffled mess. The tips of it were seared. A small snarl escaped him. "If you ever do that again, I'm going to kill you detective."

"Shut up. Serves you right. What are you doing here? Hey watch it you're dripping on the carpet!"

Hiei purposely shook his cloak out, spraying water every which way.

"Stop it." Yusuke snatched the piece of fabric from him and slung it over a chair. "What's wrong with you? Why are you here?"

"Good to see you too." He sneered.

"Once again, why are you in my room at…" He turned to see the clock. "At one thirty in the morning!"

The demon didn't say a word; rather he just stood there, watching Yusuke.

"Hiei, you are riding my patience man. What's wrong with you? Is there an emergency or something? Someone dead? Someone gunna be dead? Do we need to make someone dead?"

"No. No mission. I just…" Hiei blinked again, fatigue creeping up on him. "I need a place to sleep."

The boy's face split into a grin. "So that's why you were crawling into my bed."

"Shut up Yusuke."

"Well I'm honored and everything, really I am, but why my house? Is Kurama out of town or something? Aren't you good at breaking and entering?"

Instead of saying anything the demon sat down in the corner and folded his knees up to touch his chest. Better to just fall asleep on the boy's floor instead of being interrogated. Sensing that the demon's quiet had good intent, Yusuke grumbled and walked to his closet, pulling out an old blanket and a half deflated pillow.

"Here." He tossed both of them to the youkai. "If you're here to sleep then you can sleep, but if you're here by tomorrow you're telling me why. No buts."

Slowly Hiei arranged his bedding, pulling off his boots and sword, which he laid directly next to him, and stripped down to his damp pants. Hiding himself under the covers he sought to go to sleep. Yusuke however, was not in the mood for sleep, having just been riled awake and his blood now stirred. He was sitting up in bed, watching Hiei nestling down.

"Say…" He muttered, gears turning slowly under his rag of black hair. "You didn't have an argument with Kurama did you?"

"Don't be stupid." Hiei growled as he lay down. "Now leave me alone."

"Touchy." And shrugging the youkai off the boy lay down, shifting under the covers just a little to get comfortable. He yawned and punched his pillow lightly. Wait, now what just happened? Hiei's sleeping in my corner and is actually tolerating me? I shot him in the face and I have… Let me count… yes, all limbs still? Something's not right. There was a roll of thunder. By tomorrow the storms should be gone. Maybe I'm dreaming… Oh well. Let the guy sleep. Maybe he'll explain later. Haha, right I'm sure.

"Eh, Goodnight Hiei."

The only sound received was a half-awake, "Nnngh."

. . .

What the hell was that sound? Shink. Shink. Shink. What is that? What goes `shink'? Two large brown eyes opened to gaze at his cluttered and messy room. It took a good second for them to focus, but whatever was making the sound was not in his range of sight. Gathering the will to move, which was near impossible, Yusuke sat up enough to catch sight of the root of the problem.

Hiei was up and fully dressed. His katana was across his lap and leisurely he was sharpening it, drawing a leather strap across the blade. As it came to the tip it slid off, making the very sound that had awakened him.

"Plotting to kill me or something?"

"Won't bother to dull it on you."

"Sure." Yusuke groaned. "What time is it?"

"I believe that clock says it's ten."

"Oh god ten? You're cruel!"

The youkai gazed at him carefully. "I cannot believe how long you ningen's sleep. And how loud you are. Your snoring almost leads me to behead you. Not to mention how talkative you were."

"Oh how nice, murdered for sleeping… Hey wait? I talk? What do I say?"

"Things I would not like to repeat."

"Oh come on."

"I don't think you want me to repeat them either."

Yusuke grinned stupidly. "Yes yes, I had good dreams last night." Suddenly he stopped and looked about as if confused. "Hey, its morning… why are you still here?"

The demon rolled his eyes and sheathed the katana, clicking it into place. "You sleep in front of the window… I couldn't get out unless I wanted to be blasted again."

"Couldn't you have used the front door?"

"I don't want to wander around."

Yusuke scratched his head. "Oh, so you're afraid of my mother, that it?"

"No. Why would I be afraid of your mother?"

"Hell Hiei." He grinned at him. "I'm afraid of her." Yusuke fell quiet long enough to hear his stomach give a loud protest from lack of food. "Oh, that's what really got me up this early. I need breakfast." Hiei swallowed, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in his own stomach from lack of food. He didn't want to ask, hopefully Yusuke would notice and he wouldn't be forced to be polite to him. Although he might have as well said it aloud because what couldn't come from his mouth came from his stomach; a low groan answered Yusuke's restless gut and the boy grinned at him.

"You know in that case…" Yusuke pulled himself up, yawning and stretching. "I guess I can feed you… I mean I can't cook, and I don't know if mom ever came home. But she can't cook either so it really doesn't matter." Hiei was staring at him, eyes very wide. "What?"

"Can you cover that up… or at least put some clothes on? You're disturbing."

Yusuke glanced down and blushed. "Oh yeah, forgot about those morning ones. Ah well it'll go away." Hiei was blinking in embarrassment and Yusuke winked at him. "Oh like you've never seen it."

"Yours' no. Put some clothes on."

"Blah blah blah. This is my damn house… I'll walk around half naked and sporting if I want to."

"Not like you have much to sport."

"Oh what was that little guy?! Did you just say what I think you did?"

"I said nothing."

"Sure you did wiseass. Now come on I'm hungry."

. . .

Hiei glared distastefully at the bowl before him.

"What is this disgusting ningen food?"

"It's cereal Hiei." Yusuke shoveled in a spoonful. "It's simple, uncomplicated, American's food."

"I don't care where it's from, it's…"

"Just eat it! You're not going to die. If you hate it so much then go outside, kill a small mammal for breakfast and eat it raw!"

Hiei stabbed the contents of the bowl, flakes flying out of it and held it steady in front of him, a heaping amount on the spoon. "I cook them idiot." The demon crunched on the spoonful, swallowing it down after fully mutilating it. Not so bad. It wasn't really bad at all. He just wanted something more… filling.

Yusuke finished eating in record time, throwing the dishes into the kitchen sink with a clatter that almost made the demon wince. Then the lanky boy came over and sat down again across from the youkai who was knawing on the last of the contents of the bowl.

"So, what is it?"

Hiei didn't pay attention but rather finished his awkward meal, piling the plate and utensil together and pushing it away from him. Unceremoniously he stood, intending his window exit by now, only to be pulled back down by Yusuke's quick hand. The youkai stared at him irritated, knowing just well what was going to happen next.

"I told you last night that if you were here by morning you were spilling the beans. Now, you do that."

"Why do I need to tell you anything?" His voice held no emotion, a practiced action.

Yusuke's answer was simple: "Because you want to tell me."

Hiei raised thin eyebrows at him. "You are stupid, what makes you think that?"

The boy smiled and pointed strait into his darker counterpart's face, finger an inch away from a small pointed nose. "Because, you were awake when I woke up. You had a perfect chance to escape my nagging but you didn't. Now, face the wrath of your decision!"

Resisting the urge to bite the detective's finger off Hiei realized that that was the case. Unfortunately, Yusuke was not as dumb as Kuwabara. Seeing the boy inflate with pride at his home run, he leaned back to the wall and crossed his arms.

"So Hiei… talk."

*~TBC~*