Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ NTB9 ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Youko-Kurama 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy / Angst / Action | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 09.07.2003 | Updated On: 09.08.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 480 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy / Angst / Action | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 09.07.2003 | Updated On: 09.08.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 480 | Status: Completed
Author Note: *hides behind couch* I know! I know! I'm sorry it took me sooooo long to update this one! Don't hurt me...onegai...? *starry eyes*
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"No Turning Back"
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It took him a while, but Kurama finally talked Hiei into getting into his car.
"Hiei I'm not going to drive alone while you run alongside the car. It's not normal."
"But I can--"
"I know you can keep up, Hiei, that's not the point. It's...it's inhuman."
Hiei sniffed at that, "Ch'. Figures that's something you'd be worried about."
"Hiei just get in. You can ride in the backseat if you want to."
"Hn. Fine."
As it turned out, the combonation of bumps in the road, the open windows and cool breeze combined with Kurama's choice of soft music caused the protestant youkai to drift into a light sleep. Kurama glanced at him through the rearview mirror and smiled. Humming to "Kissed By A Rose" by Seal on the radio, Kurama made a left turn onto the highway and off of the wooded backroads, towards the city. And the mall. Poor Hiei didn't know Kurama had planned on buying him some clothes.
Frankly, the redhead could care less how much of a fight Hiei was going to put up once they got there. Anything was better than washing and rewashing the same outfit for his lover to wear day after day. Black was definately his colour though, Kurama thought, watching Hiei in the mirror while still keeping one eye on the road ahead. He began to imagine several black outfits from a catalogue he'd flipped through and how they would look on the sleeping demon as he drove. He smirked then when his thoughts began to wander more towards what would look good OFF of Hiei rather than on him and the redhead rolled down the window, hanging one arm outside. It had suddenly gotten quite warm in the car....
Returning his thought to the present, Kurama glanced at his fingers on the steeringwheel. They were back to normal; not red or swollen. It was queer, he thought, that they appeared so after his dream. In it, Hiei had crushed his fingers with his foot...Was it a psychosomatic response to a disturbing nightmare? That was the most likely diagnosis Kurama could come up with and it was the only one that many any sense. As far as his bloody nose incident that morning...Dry air? Lack of sleep? Stress? He thought of the popular theory expressed often in manga where a male with a bloody nose indicated naughty thoughts. If that was the reason, I must have had one helluva thought! Laughing to himself, Kurama sped up to pass the van in front of them.
No, his dreams nowadays always had something to do with Hiei hurting him. Kurama shivered dispite the warmth of the car. What possessed him to dream like that? He had been sure he was in control of his Yoko half and his thoughts...Perhaps he wasn't as controlled as Kurama thought he was.
Hiei stirred from in the backseat. Kurama watched him fight with the seatbelt briefly and settle back against the window pane. The song "Gravity" by Soul Decision began to play on the radio and Kurama turned it up. He thought about cranking his speaker system to the max, but remembered Hiei's lack of humor and thought it best to let him wake up on his own.
"You're undeniable, simply irrisistable, certainly you're kissable, but next to you I'm way too shy..."
When the song sang "shy", Kurama diliberately sang "tall" and checked the mirror for Hiei's reaction. On cue, Hiei opened one eye at him.
"I knew you wern't sleeping."
"Hn. Where are we going?"
"I'm glad you didn't say 'Are we th--'"
"Are we there yet?" Hiei asked, sitting up and smirking. Kurama laughed, "Almost."
"Where did you say we were going?"
"I didn't."
"Kurama, you're being elusive."
"I know."
"Stop it."
"I can't."
"You can't what?"
"I can't tell you where we're going. Not yet."
"Why not? Are you taking me on another fieldtrip? Because I don't think I can take another trip to the zoo. Honestly, don't you think it's a little embarrassing when the parrots start landing on you and asking for your nuts?"
Kurama laughed at the memory, "They just wanted you to feed them and you happened to be holding a bag of peanuts."
Hiei snorted and folded his arms. "Sure...where are you taking me then, if not to see animals?"
"The mall."
"The WHERE?"
Kurama squinted one eyes shut and leaned away from Hiei who was now half way between the two front seats shouting at him. What a temper...
"I don't like that place! KuRAma!"
"I know. I know. We'll be quick."
"No. YOU will be quick. I will be in the car."
"Hiei you need jeans and I can't try them on for you."
Hiei looked at him incredulously and Kurama leaned further towards the window, "What?"
"Jeans? I need JEANS?? Ha! Hahahahaha!"
Hiei flopped back into the backseat, slouching dramatically and staring straight ahead. Kurama thought he had cracked. When it had gotten too quiet and Kurama realized he hadn't seen his friend blink in over two minutes, he ventured a question:
"Are your eyes not dried out? Hiei, you'd think you were having a staring contest with a fish back there."
Hiei made a sound somewhere between a gurgle and a growl in response.
The car climbed a hill and the above ground part of the Tokyo Mall loomed just ahead of them in all its glory. Hiei blinked finally and leaned against the window, proping his elbow on the doorledge and his face in his open palm. Kurama signaled right and stopped at the lights, waiting for an opportunity to turn into the mall's crowded parking lot. When it became apparent they wern't going to get an opening in traffic anytime soon, Kurama groaned and leaned back in his seat, letting his hands fall onto his lap. He glanced back at his companion. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Have you thought of what kind of jeans you'd like? What colours or style you're interested in?"
"No."
"Well start thinking, we're almost there."
Hiei rolled his eyes and slouched back into his seat. This was going to be hell...
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"No Turning Back"
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It took him a while, but Kurama finally talked Hiei into getting into his car.
"Hiei I'm not going to drive alone while you run alongside the car. It's not normal."
"But I can--"
"I know you can keep up, Hiei, that's not the point. It's...it's inhuman."
Hiei sniffed at that, "Ch'. Figures that's something you'd be worried about."
"Hiei just get in. You can ride in the backseat if you want to."
"Hn. Fine."
As it turned out, the combonation of bumps in the road, the open windows and cool breeze combined with Kurama's choice of soft music caused the protestant youkai to drift into a light sleep. Kurama glanced at him through the rearview mirror and smiled. Humming to "Kissed By A Rose" by Seal on the radio, Kurama made a left turn onto the highway and off of the wooded backroads, towards the city. And the mall. Poor Hiei didn't know Kurama had planned on buying him some clothes.
Frankly, the redhead could care less how much of a fight Hiei was going to put up once they got there. Anything was better than washing and rewashing the same outfit for his lover to wear day after day. Black was definately his colour though, Kurama thought, watching Hiei in the mirror while still keeping one eye on the road ahead. He began to imagine several black outfits from a catalogue he'd flipped through and how they would look on the sleeping demon as he drove. He smirked then when his thoughts began to wander more towards what would look good OFF of Hiei rather than on him and the redhead rolled down the window, hanging one arm outside. It had suddenly gotten quite warm in the car....
Returning his thought to the present, Kurama glanced at his fingers on the steeringwheel. They were back to normal; not red or swollen. It was queer, he thought, that they appeared so after his dream. In it, Hiei had crushed his fingers with his foot...Was it a psychosomatic response to a disturbing nightmare? That was the most likely diagnosis Kurama could come up with and it was the only one that many any sense. As far as his bloody nose incident that morning...Dry air? Lack of sleep? Stress? He thought of the popular theory expressed often in manga where a male with a bloody nose indicated naughty thoughts. If that was the reason, I must have had one helluva thought! Laughing to himself, Kurama sped up to pass the van in front of them.
No, his dreams nowadays always had something to do with Hiei hurting him. Kurama shivered dispite the warmth of the car. What possessed him to dream like that? He had been sure he was in control of his Yoko half and his thoughts...Perhaps he wasn't as controlled as Kurama thought he was.
Hiei stirred from in the backseat. Kurama watched him fight with the seatbelt briefly and settle back against the window pane. The song "Gravity" by Soul Decision began to play on the radio and Kurama turned it up. He thought about cranking his speaker system to the max, but remembered Hiei's lack of humor and thought it best to let him wake up on his own.
"You're undeniable, simply irrisistable, certainly you're kissable, but next to you I'm way too shy..."
When the song sang "shy", Kurama diliberately sang "tall" and checked the mirror for Hiei's reaction. On cue, Hiei opened one eye at him.
"I knew you wern't sleeping."
"Hn. Where are we going?"
"I'm glad you didn't say 'Are we th--'"
"Are we there yet?" Hiei asked, sitting up and smirking. Kurama laughed, "Almost."
"Where did you say we were going?"
"I didn't."
"Kurama, you're being elusive."
"I know."
"Stop it."
"I can't."
"You can't what?"
"I can't tell you where we're going. Not yet."
"Why not? Are you taking me on another fieldtrip? Because I don't think I can take another trip to the zoo. Honestly, don't you think it's a little embarrassing when the parrots start landing on you and asking for your nuts?"
Kurama laughed at the memory, "They just wanted you to feed them and you happened to be holding a bag of peanuts."
Hiei snorted and folded his arms. "Sure...where are you taking me then, if not to see animals?"
"The mall."
"The WHERE?"
Kurama squinted one eyes shut and leaned away from Hiei who was now half way between the two front seats shouting at him. What a temper...
"I don't like that place! KuRAma!"
"I know. I know. We'll be quick."
"No. YOU will be quick. I will be in the car."
"Hiei you need jeans and I can't try them on for you."
Hiei looked at him incredulously and Kurama leaned further towards the window, "What?"
"Jeans? I need JEANS?? Ha! Hahahahaha!"
Hiei flopped back into the backseat, slouching dramatically and staring straight ahead. Kurama thought he had cracked. When it had gotten too quiet and Kurama realized he hadn't seen his friend blink in over two minutes, he ventured a question:
"Are your eyes not dried out? Hiei, you'd think you were having a staring contest with a fish back there."
Hiei made a sound somewhere between a gurgle and a growl in response.
The car climbed a hill and the above ground part of the Tokyo Mall loomed just ahead of them in all its glory. Hiei blinked finally and leaned against the window, proping his elbow on the doorledge and his face in his open palm. Kurama signaled right and stopped at the lights, waiting for an opportunity to turn into the mall's crowded parking lot. When it became apparent they wern't going to get an opening in traffic anytime soon, Kurama groaned and leaned back in his seat, letting his hands fall onto his lap. He glanced back at his companion. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Have you thought of what kind of jeans you'd like? What colours or style you're interested in?"
"No."
"Well start thinking, we're almost there."
Hiei rolled his eyes and slouched back into his seat. This was going to be hell...