Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ I Come Not, Friends, to Steal Away Your Hearts ❯ Chapter 2

Author's notes: What if Kurama accidentally seduced Hiei and Yusuke? What will become of our charming fox spirit? Continuing from part one, we now watch intently as Kurama gets to know our favorite delinquent a bit better. The bitter lime here is for Mika on the grounds that she thinks Kurama deserves his just desserts after all the Tide doujinshi. It was going to be much racier, but it just didn't pan out. This story also contains a bonus track. Part of it is taken from a fic that was still-born, "Termites of the Heart." Okay, so that was the tentative title. Whatever. But the conversation about mothers is that fic's soul in a new body. I would like to add that I have hated the endings to both part one and two. Ending on dialogue is not something I like. Advice, anyone? As usual, YYH belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi/Shueisha, Studio Pierrot, and so on.

Warnings: Shonen ai, yaoi, spice, bitter lime that never happens, non-con that really isn't.

I Come Not, Friends, to Steal Away Your Hearts..., cont.
A Yu Yu Hakusho Yaoi Fic by Kitsuneko

"Thank you again for letting me stay with you." Kurama set his suitcase down at the foot of the bed, then turned in a circle to get a look at the small guest room.

"No prob. It's just a good thing we have this spare room or you'd be stuck sharing one with me," Yusuke said with a grin, flicking on a lamp by the bed. The deeply yellow light seemed to only make the darkness of the room worse.

"Ugh, this lamp is crap. I'll bring you one from some other room."

"It's fine, Yusuke. Besides," Kurama turned to face him, his green eyes flashing momentarily like a cat's, "I don't mind the dark."

"Man, Kurama, you sure can be creepy sometimes. Come on, I'll fix us some dinner." Yusuke led the way back out into the kitchen, where a table and chairs lived dangerously amongst discarded boxes and empty sake bottles.

"Yusuke, this house is very nice. You two did very well after that fire at your old apartment."

"Hey, how'd you hear about that? I hadn't even met you yet."

"Botan." Kurama shrugged as if that was all the explanation needed.

"Figures. That dingbat doesn't keep her mouth shut about anything. Hey, do you mind instant ramen? Can't cook much else. Not that there's anything hear to cook with," Yusuke grumbled, looking into the refrigerator. Kurama gave him a patient smile.

"I take it Atsuko is gone?"

"Yeah," Yusuke snorted, "Out on another drinking binge. She should be home by morning. Maybe."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But ramen will be fine."

"Hey, Kurama, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Well, I was wondering... if you could tell me about your mom. You told me a little while she was sick, but..." Kurama remained silent for a while, staring at his folded hands on the table.

"She's a good woman. Better than she realizes. She thinks she has a model son, intelligent, popular, responsible. But all this time she's been raising someone else's child. She has no idea that once, ages ago, I was born to a mother and father, to demons she cannot imagine. Nor does she know that the baby born to her was old long before then. I was simply her happy dream.

"But it hurt her to watch me. I didn't depend on her, I didn't need her the way she wanted me to, the way other children would. It left... little holes in her spirit, because she never really had a child. We'd pass by toy stores or candy shops and she'd give me a look that seemed to beg me to ask for something, to be selfish for once. She desperately wanted to give of herself. She showered me with affection, but never because I asked for it. But... I did need her. I needed that selfless, unsolicited giving, to learn what love meant, what my long lifetime hadn't taught me. I've just hoped that she realizes how much she really did for me. And that I wasn't the mother-eating creature I feared."

"Kurama-"

"I'm sorry, Yusuke. I shouldn't have said so much. With her well again, this isn't a time to be thinking such sad thoughts."

"Actually, I just wanted to tell you that the ramen was ready. I don't mind you talking. I asked, right?"

"Thank you. I'm lucky to have a caring person such as you."

"Geez, Kurama, quit the mushy stuff. It's what friends are for, so no big deal." Kurama laughed, taking the offered cup of ramen.

"Thank you again." Yusuke grunted in response as he slurped up noodles loudly. Kurama ate in silence, occasionally casting a glance around the room and the visible parts of the rest of the house.

"Hey, you want the grand tour, once we're done eating?"

"I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"No trouble. I've got nothing better to do."

"Except study English, which I hear you are failing."

"And how'd you hear that?!"

"Kuwabara."

"Man, don't I have any friends who keep secrets?"

"I'm good at keeping secrets."

"No kidding, fox boy. Maybe I'll only talk to you from now on."

"I'm flattered. Now, how about that tour?"

"Yeah, okay. This is what passes for a kitchen and garbage dump. To the left is the living room, where the TV is. Down this hall is my room, the bathroom, laundry, mom's room at the end, and yours across from that." He paused and looked between the hall they were standing in and the kitchen from which they had come. "This place sure seems small when I say it that way."

"Well, it is an apartment. It's nicely sized, considering."

"I guess."

"I know it's early, but I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'm rather tired. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course. You need your beauty sleep, right?" Kurama laughed weakly, shaking his head.

"Yes, of course." Kurama walked down the hall, feeling Yusuke's eyes on him until he got to his door, when Yusuke entered his own room.

He opened his suitcase, pulling out a pair of silk pajamas, a hairbrush, and a hardcover book. He changed out of his street clothes, feeling much cooler once the light pajamas were on, and stood at the small wall mirror to brush out his hair. The window was open and a fresh breeze lightened the air in the room, which had been stuffy earlier. With a sigh, Kurama collapsed onto his bed, then flipped onto his stomach to reach over the end and get his book. Opening his book, he settled into the mound of pillows on the bed to read for a while. After half an hour reading, Kurama sighed and set the book down on the bedside table.

"Yusuke, is there something you need? It's going to be difficult for me to sleep with you hovering outside my door like that." Slowly, the door opened and Yusuke peeked in, smiling sheepishly.

"Caught red handed. Can I come in? I wanted to ask you something." Kurama nodded and patted the edge of the bed, indicating room for him to sit. Yusuke crossed the room and sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

"I, um, there's this person, you know," Yusuke fidgeted, babbling incoherently.

"Yusuke, just ask me. It will only be worse if you draw it out."

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath, "There's this person that I really like. But I'm afraid to say anything."

"I take it this is someone other than Keiko." Yusuke looked startled.

"How'd you know?"

"Keiko would be the natural assumption for a partner for you, but you're asking as though it is someone unexpected."

"Okay, you're weird. But yeah, it's not Keiko. So how do I find out if, um, she's interested in me or anything?"

"Are you close to this person?"

"I guess so. I don't think, uh, that she hates me or anything."

"What is she like in personality? Is she a particularly shy girl or very outgoing?"

"Naw, I guess she's been around the block. But she's classy, so I wouldn't want to offend her. She's just surprising."

"So surprise her."

"How?"

"Do something unexpected but charming. Kiss her out of the blue, but when you're alone, so it's romantic. Win her over before she even knows she's the target."

"I... don't think that's such a good idea. Uh, Kurama, the thing is, it's actually a guy. Sorry I didn't say it earlier."

"I know."

"What?! I've been saying it's a girl this whole time."

"And hesitating whenever you said 'she.' You're talking to what many would call the King of Thieves. It's not easy to lie to me. I'll just add one more question. This boy, is he a top or bottom?"

"W-what?"

"Well, is he feminine or masculine?"

"Feminine, definitely. But I don't know about top or bottom."

"Well, then my advice stands as it is. Yusuke, what are you...?" Yusuke had started to lean towards Kurama, a nervous but determined look on his face.

"Taking your advice," he answered before closing the space between their faces and kissing Kurama. It was tentative and inexperienced, but sweet. When it ended, Kurama was smiling devilishly.

"I would resent being told I've been around the block, but I did enjoy hearing that you think I'm classy."

"Doesn't anything surprise you?" Kurama smiled like he knew a great secret.

"Very rarely."

"I'll have to work harder." That was the only warning before Yusuke somehow grabbed Kurama and tossed him so he was lying across the width of the bed. His shirt was riding up, exposing part of his belly, and his hair fanned out around him. Yusuke looked at him like he was his next meal. Or his last meal. In a flash of the speed he normally used in fighting, he pinned Kurama's hands over his head and kissed him fiercely. Kurama fought against the restraints, jerking arms and legs purposefully. Yusuke pulled back, only to glide damp lips along his cheek, over to his ear.

"I could use my energy. Then you really won't be able to escape." He whispered, biting the edge of his ear lightly. When he looked up, Kurama's eyes were narrowed, but not with desire.

"And I could use mine. That tree outside the window can reach in and eat you. You forget I don't need my body to fight." Yusuke's cocky expression had faded slightly. He was starting to get confused. Kurama would have pitied him, if he wasn't still bruising his wrists in Yusuke's grip. He felt exhaustion claiming him and the anger draining. "Desire does terrible things to you, Yusuke. But you said it yourself; I've been around the block and I'm classy. No one takes advantage of me."

"Shit. I really screwed this up, didn't I?" Yusuke eased his hands away from Kurama's wrists. As soon as he was free, Kurama flung Yusuke to the other side of the bed, where he landed gracelessly.

"Well, yes, but there may be hope for you yet. But you've got a lot of points to win back. So go outside and in thirty minutes, we'll try this again, okay?" Yusuke made no move to get up, just looking up at Kurama like he was still waiting to meet a second untimely death.

"You mean you don't hate me? And you're actually, um, willing to go along with this?" Kurama nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Not in the least. But we'll give it a try. I do like you, Yusuke. I've just got a lot to teach you."

"I'm not usually a good student, but I'll be on my best behavior from now on. I promise."

"I'll hold you to that."