Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Kiyaku: Closed Windows ❯ Hiei Hurt ( Chapter 9 )

This is the continuation of Kiyaku: Broken Promise. This story starts a year after the first one with Kurama and Hiei in college. And a little problem develops that may break the two lovers up. Inspired by Hikari Nanase's story “Let's Fly as the Birds Do.”

Kiyaku: Breaking a promise. I couldn't find the translation for `broken promise' and that's the closest I got to. Hope you like!

Warning: Yaoi through and through. Don't like it? Don't read it!

Disclaimer: Do I have to say? Geez!

Kiyaku: Closed Windows

Chapter 9: Hiei Hurt

 

 

A few days after the incident, Kurama's and Hiei's life return to an almost normality. Yusuke and his mother found some old furniture that they let the couple use till they get the money to replace the ruined tattered ones. New bed was another matter. Instead of getting the complete frame of the bed, Hiei and Kurama got just a mattress instead. It was old, tattered and ripped but with a same mending it held together. Yukina even cleaned the blankets so they would soil too badly.

 

They called in a cleaning company and had them clean the carpeting before they fixed up the living room and bed rooms. When the cleaners asked what had happened, Hiei told them to be quiet and do their damn job, with a rather rude threat on the side. Kurama was lucky they were quick in the cleaning and he didn't have to hold Hiei back. Hiei even went as far as giving Kurama a pocket knife, through the redhead hoped to all the gods he didn't have to use it.

 

On the Friday after the incident of the break in, Kurama suggesting that they take the evening off; They as in just him and Hiei. It was all in a matter of convincing Hiei to come out of his sulking.

 

“Kurama, it's not going to work,” he said sitting on a cushion on the floor. Till they could get new furniture it was all they had to sit on. Hiei didn't mind the no TV effect since he grew up half his life without one.

 

“Hiei, we've never tried it till now,” said Kurama. “Before, we've just went on luncheons with Yukina and the others. We've never done anything for ourselves. It won't be so bad.”

 

“You say that now, and then our pictures will be one the front of the paper saying “First Fag Date: 411 on Fag Outgoings.”

 

“Hiei, quit being so negative.”

 

“Kurama, until you convince me on one reason why we should go out, I'll gladly do it,” said Hiei.

 

“Food's storage's down till I go grocery shopping tomorrow,” said Kurama and Hiei would have fell from his seat if he was on a chair.

 

“We have no food!” he exclaimed.

 

“Unless you count a loaf of bread and a jug of milk,” said Kurama.

 

“Well, when you put it that way . . .”

 

“Great! Grab your shoes and coat, I'll get the money and we'll be on our way.”

 

“Hey, wait, Kurama!” But Kurama was already out the door with his car keys in hand. Hiei quickly put on his shoes and jacket and ran out to catch up with his boyfriend. He got into the car with Kurama and they drove down toward Keiko's parents' ramen shop. Walking in they sat at the far back corner, a spot Hiei picked himself.

 

“Seriously Hiei, you no right to blame yourself,” said Kurama. “It's what you always do.”

 

“What else can I do,” asked Hiei. Kurama hung his head and looked around the shop. There were few customers that day, all eating their food, a few waitresses walking around taking orders, and one sitting on a stool with another customer , talking to him and giggling like a teenage school girl.

 

“Isn't she our waitress,” asked Hiei looking at the giggling girl.

 

“Yes she is,” said Kurama and raised his hand for attention. The girl gave a small glance at them but returned to her conversation with the customer.

 

“Bitch,” growled Hiei as Kurama stood up and walked over to the girl.

 

“Excuse me, ma'am,” he said politely, “But we would like to order.”

 

“Order yourself,” said the girl. “I'm busy.”

 

“Mina!”

 

All three persons jumped as Keiko walked out of the kitchen with a tray of soup, shrimp, and fish. The girl, Mina, immediately went to her feet.

 

“Hiei and Kurama have been waiting for their order,” she said. “You're here to work, not socialize with the guys. Now either get to work or I'll have you fired.”

 

“You can't do that,” Mina almost shrieked. By then the whole restaurant had their whole attention.

 

“My parents made me assistant manager,” said Keiko. “And they gave me the authority to hire or fire anyone I see fit enough to work, and right now you're on the firing range. Either take their order, or you're fired!”

 

Mina groaned and took out her notepad. Walking over to Kurama and Hiei's table she stood their reluctantly.

 

“What do you want,” she said in a dissatisfied voice.

 

“I'll have the teriyaki chicken with some shrimp and a salad,” said Kurama.

 

“Same,” said Hiei not even looking up at the girl.

 

“Whatever,” said Mina and she walked off.

 

“I'll say again; Bitch,” said Hiei.

 

“You knew what the consequences were, Hiei,” said Keiko sitting next to them. “She's just a jerk. I'll fire her at the end of the day.”

 

“You don't have to do that for our account,” said Kurama.

 

“No, it's not just you,” said Keiko. “She's had this attitude for a while, since she started working in fact. Can't take the reality that her manager is not only younger then her but also the boss' daughter. I mean, how would you take it?”

 

“Pretty much the same way,” said Hiei.

 

“I'll get your order,” she said and went off. A few minutes later she came back with their orders and drinks. “On the house,” she said and went back to work.

 

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“What happened after that?”

 

“We went to see a movie. An American one that he wanted to see for some time.”

 

“Did you want to see it?”

 

“No, but I didn't want to see him sad anymore, so I saw it.”

 

“That was awfully nice of you.”

 

“Don't read anything into it.”

 

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Kurama and Hiei walked out of the theater with more then glad expressions on their faces. No one had paid any notice to them as they walked into the theater and sat in there seats. Kurama was talking none stop about the movie while Hiei was wishing there was more action in it.

 

“What did you think of the movie, Hiei,” he asked.

 

“It was okay,” said Hiei with a shrug.

 

“Okay, next movie night, you pick,” said Kurama.

 

“Thanks,” said Hiei.

 

They hadn't even gone ten feet from the theater when Hiei got a bad feeling in his stomach. It was one of his stalking feelings. He didn't have these feelings often but when he did he'd learned to listen to them. As they turned a corner he shifted a little so he could look to who was stalking them. It was a little late at night so there wasn't many people around which made it easy to tell who was following them and who wasn't. It seemed to be five guys, so Hiei could see, and they weren't making themselves unknown to their intentions.

 

“Kurama, stare straight ahead,” said Hiei turning back to look straight.

 

“Why,” asked Kurama.

 

“We're being followed.”

 

“You mean . . .” Kurama turned to look but Hiei grabbed his arm and forced him forward.

 

“Don't look! They'll advance faster.”

 

“What'll we do?”

 

“Three options. 1, we turn around and face them. 2, hope they'll get bored and leave. Or 3, get back home quickly and they'll leave us alone.”

 

“I don't like the sound of either.”

 

“Got any other suggestions, I'd like to hear them.”

 

“Sorry, none at the moment.”

 

Hiei gave a soft chuckle, till he heard the pace of their pursuers hasten and he took a peek over his shoulder. Indeed their stalkers have quickened their pace and not only that, they had pipes and bats in their hands. They must have hidden them in their bulky clothing. No need to be discreet now.

 

“Kurama, run!” he yelled and the redhead took the advice a split second later. Hiei followed suit. Both could hear their pursuers follow them at top speeds, but Hiei and Kurama were faster. They would have made it out if Hiei hadn't tripped on the stray soda bottle.

 

“Hiei,” yelled Kurama. He skidded to a stop and started to run back.

 

“No, you fool! Keep running!” yelled Hiei. But before Kurama could comprehend what Hiei had said, all five thugs were on them, two went to Kurama and three to Hiei.

 

Kurama panicked. When one punched him he fell to the ground and curled up in a ball instinctively. He could fell the bats and pipes come down upon him in loud thuds and crunching sounds. He felt one crash against his head and he heard a crunching noise. He took a peek through his arms and saw that Hiei was also down, blood flowing freely from a wound upon his forehead.

 

“Hiei, no!” he yelled, and attempted to move his hand, but a shocking pain ran up his arm. `My arm,' he thought. `It's broken!'

 

Even with that in mind he moved his hand toward his pocket and grasped the knife Hiei gave him. Shifting it to his other hand he opened it and cut the hand of the person who took the next swing.

 

“Argh! He cut me!” yelled the thug. “He cut my hand!”

 

“That's right, a-hole,” said Kurama holding his knife up. “And I'll cut all you bitchs up if you don't leave us alone! Just leave us the fuck alone!”

 

He slashed at the next thug and kneed another in the gut. It was only when a bang-up truck rolled up next to them did the fight really get serious.

 

“Hey, Kurama need some help,” asked Yusuke.

 

“Three against one seems a little un-manly,” said Kuwabara.

 

“Much appreciated,” said Kurama and ducked to tend to Hiei, knowing the other two could handle the five on their own.

 

“Hiei?” he said softly, placing a hand on his koi's forehead. Feeling it wet he drew it back with blood on his finger tips. “Oh, Gods. Hiei, please talk to me!”

 

He heard a ripping sound and looked up to see Yusuke take of his spotless white shirt and ripped it in strips.

 

“Here, place this on the wound,” he said handing Kurama one of the strips. “And you have to keep him comfortable, keep talking to him, in case he has a concussion.”

 

“Where did you learn first-aid 101,” asked Kuwabara.

 

“Keiko,” answered Yusuke. “Amazing what that girl talks about after school.”

 

“And she said you never listen,” said Kurama, tying the strip to Hiei's head.

 

“I listen, I just want her to think I don't,” said Yusuke and gave a small chuckle. “Come on, we'll place you in the back.”

 

“My hands broken.”

 

“Then I'll be careful.” Yusuke took down the tail gate of the truck and Kurama carefully crawled in, making sure to not jar his hand any worse then it was. Yusuke and Kuwabara gently placed Hiei next to him, and Kurama moved him to his lap. Yusuke started up the car and Kurama hanged onto the sides as Yusuke drove toward the hospital.

 

TBC

 

Kori here. Poor Hiei has more troubles then a minor concussion. When they reach the hospital, it will be E.R. all over again. Will Hiei survive his little hospital trip, or will someone have to step up and take the fall with him. Don't miss the next episode of Yu*Yu Hakusho Kiyaku: Close doors!