Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ No Turning Back ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Youko-Kurama 
Hiei is staying with Kurama in his cottage in the forest, just outside of Tokyo City. Thinks are normal enough. Normal, that is until Kurama has his first nightmare....
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy / Angst / Action | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 05.31.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 768 | Status: Completed
Hiei is staying with Kurama in his cottage in the forest, just outside of Tokyo City. Thinks are normal enough. Normal, that is until Kurama has his first nightmare....
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy / Angst / Action | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 05.31.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 768 | Status: Completed
No Turning Back
**
There was a loud and insistant banging at the door. Kurama woke up from his nap on the couch. He blinked and looked at the clock. Quarter to three in the afternoon. He parted the curtains and saw a very impatient Hiei wearing a scowl on the doorstep.
What now? What does he want? "I'm coming." Kurama stepped into his jeans, zipped his fly and buttoned up. More impatient banging at the door. Where was a clean shirt? To hell with a shirt. He opened the door, but before he could ask what crime he'd committed, Hiei jumped him, sending him crashing to the floor on his back. Drawing his katana, Hiei pressed the cold blade to Kurama's throat. Then, leaning over him, he whispered in his ear, "There's no turning back now."
Kurama winced as his friend applied pressure to the metal sword. Any harder and it would get messy real fast.
"H-h-hiei? What are you doing?"
Hiei sat on his chest and smirked down at him. "I'm just doing what I should have done a long time ago. I'm correcting a mistake." Kurama felt the pain of Hiei's words and a tear escaped his emerald eyes creating a path down his face and onto the floor. Hiei stood over him now, laughing at his weakness. Katana held high. Kurama never fought back and the katana came down hard. **
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" Kurama woke up screaming. It was dark, except for the threads of moonlight through the blinds and the alarm that read 1:52am. Breathing heavily, Kurama glanced around, soaking up the realization he'd been dreaming. Just a dream. Thank goodness. He looked over at the small figure beside him, still sleeping. Hiei could sleep through an earthquake. A chill ran down his spine as he watched the youkai softly breathing, eyes closed. His hair was a mess of black and white and he would twitch occasionaly in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming? Kurama thought, running his fingers through Hiei's hair and down the middle of his face; resting first on the tip of his nose, then his lips. Suddenly Kurama didn't want to be near him. Not after the dream.
Slipping out of bed and into some slippers, Kurama headed for the washroom. He ran cold water and splashed his face with it, looking into the mirror. His long, deep red hair was a wild mess that flowed down his back. Kurama found himself thinking about the dream again. Vivid details; Hiei's look of satisfaction, the wave of pain as he hit the floor and the katana...so cold. Kurama invuluntarily touched his neck. He looked into the mirror and shivered. He wouldn't sleep tonight. Not now. He fixed himself a sandwich and got comfy on the livingroom couch, flicking on the television.
It had been a great idea to invest his money in this old cottage. Not many people lived out here in the woods. Naturally, Hiei liked it. "I like the quiet." He had said when Kurama found him sitting up in the old redwood tree just outside the property. The place was Kurama's by right, he had paid for it. And Hiei knew little about such things as property tax and mortgages anyway. But part of the reason Kurama purchased the cottage was so Hiei would stay with him in the Ningenkai. Hiei didn't know this of course. He did however, find the place suitable and stayed willingly anyway.
The t.v cast a bluish glow on the room as Kurama flicked through the channels. Somewhere outside an owl hooted. Kurama shut off the t.v . All these channels and nothing worth watching. Kurama got up and headed for the kitchen with his plate; he didn't see Hiei standing in the doorway. "Morning."
Kurama dropped the plate. It shattered on the hardwood floor sending white crystals of glass flying. Hiei gave him a quizzical look then bent down to help him pick up the glass. "Gomen, I scared you." He said.
"Not your fault, I didn't know you were there."
"I'll get the vacume."
"No. It's alright, I'll get the rest in the morning."
"What are you doing up, Kurama?"
"I...had a bad dream. I couldn't sleep."
Hiei dumped his glass shards in the trash and poured himself a glass of water. Kurama sat at the table and sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. Hiei watched him. "Must have been bad."
Kurama looked up, "Hmmm?"
"The dream you had. It must have been bad."
"Yeah...it was very real. Hiei? You would never...you wouldn't...never mind." He'll think I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy for believing a dream. Hiei picked up on his koi's hesitation. He pulled up a chair across from him and sat on it backwards, leaning over the back. Red eyes met green. "Daijoubu? I know I haven't been the best company lately and it's because---"
Kurama leaned over the table so his face was an inch from Hiei's. For a good minute they studied eachother. Searching each others eyes, not knowing what the other was looking for. Kurama finally broke off the search by leaning forward the last inch and pressing his lips to Hiei's. Hiei didn't resist, he closed his eyes and savoured the moment before Kurama broke away, leaving him to wonder exactly what was bothering him. Hiei watched Kurama go into the bathroom and close the door. The sound of bathwater being run followed. Hiei glanced at the clock: 2:16am. He sighed and put his glass in the sink. "I'm going back to bed. You alright in there?" Hiei asked through the bathroom door.
"I'm fine now," was the reply.
"Okay, goodnight."
The truth was Kurama was not fine. He felt sick. He leaned over the toilet and silently hoped he wouldn't yak. What's wrong with me? He listened to the runnng water of the tub and closed his eyes, still leaning over the toilet. When the wave of nausea passed Kurama was able to remove his clothes and slip into the tub of hot water. He wet a cloth and wiped his face with it. When he pulled it away again it was soaked in red. Confused, Kurama touched his face. Blood dripped from his nose into the water. "Oh man." So much for taking a bath. Stepping out of the tub, Kurama found himself feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Losing consciousness as well as blood, he crumpled to the floor and lay still.
Hiei heard Kurama fall from the bedroom. He ran to the bathroom door and opened it. His koi lay face down on the tile floor, a growing pile of blood at his head. "Kurama, what's happening to you?!" Hiei grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body, lifting him off the floor and carrying him to the bedroom. Laying him on the bed, Hiei wiped the blood off Kurama's face with his sleve. More blood replaced it, flowing steadly from Kurama's nose. Hiei was at a loss. I don't know how to treat a ningen! What do I do?!
"Kurama!"
TBC... Interesting, ne? ^ ^' Let me know what you thinkies, okkies? Waii! Arigatou. -Saku
**
There was a loud and insistant banging at the door. Kurama woke up from his nap on the couch. He blinked and looked at the clock. Quarter to three in the afternoon. He parted the curtains and saw a very impatient Hiei wearing a scowl on the doorstep.
What now? What does he want? "I'm coming." Kurama stepped into his jeans, zipped his fly and buttoned up. More impatient banging at the door. Where was a clean shirt? To hell with a shirt. He opened the door, but before he could ask what crime he'd committed, Hiei jumped him, sending him crashing to the floor on his back. Drawing his katana, Hiei pressed the cold blade to Kurama's throat. Then, leaning over him, he whispered in his ear, "There's no turning back now."
Kurama winced as his friend applied pressure to the metal sword. Any harder and it would get messy real fast.
"H-h-hiei? What are you doing?"
Hiei sat on his chest and smirked down at him. "I'm just doing what I should have done a long time ago. I'm correcting a mistake." Kurama felt the pain of Hiei's words and a tear escaped his emerald eyes creating a path down his face and onto the floor. Hiei stood over him now, laughing at his weakness. Katana held high. Kurama never fought back and the katana came down hard. **
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" Kurama woke up screaming. It was dark, except for the threads of moonlight through the blinds and the alarm that read 1:52am. Breathing heavily, Kurama glanced around, soaking up the realization he'd been dreaming. Just a dream. Thank goodness. He looked over at the small figure beside him, still sleeping. Hiei could sleep through an earthquake. A chill ran down his spine as he watched the youkai softly breathing, eyes closed. His hair was a mess of black and white and he would twitch occasionaly in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming? Kurama thought, running his fingers through Hiei's hair and down the middle of his face; resting first on the tip of his nose, then his lips. Suddenly Kurama didn't want to be near him. Not after the dream.
Slipping out of bed and into some slippers, Kurama headed for the washroom. He ran cold water and splashed his face with it, looking into the mirror. His long, deep red hair was a wild mess that flowed down his back. Kurama found himself thinking about the dream again. Vivid details; Hiei's look of satisfaction, the wave of pain as he hit the floor and the katana...so cold. Kurama invuluntarily touched his neck. He looked into the mirror and shivered. He wouldn't sleep tonight. Not now. He fixed himself a sandwich and got comfy on the livingroom couch, flicking on the television.
It had been a great idea to invest his money in this old cottage. Not many people lived out here in the woods. Naturally, Hiei liked it. "I like the quiet." He had said when Kurama found him sitting up in the old redwood tree just outside the property. The place was Kurama's by right, he had paid for it. And Hiei knew little about such things as property tax and mortgages anyway. But part of the reason Kurama purchased the cottage was so Hiei would stay with him in the Ningenkai. Hiei didn't know this of course. He did however, find the place suitable and stayed willingly anyway.
The t.v cast a bluish glow on the room as Kurama flicked through the channels. Somewhere outside an owl hooted. Kurama shut off the t.v . All these channels and nothing worth watching. Kurama got up and headed for the kitchen with his plate; he didn't see Hiei standing in the doorway. "Morning."
Kurama dropped the plate. It shattered on the hardwood floor sending white crystals of glass flying. Hiei gave him a quizzical look then bent down to help him pick up the glass. "Gomen, I scared you." He said.
"Not your fault, I didn't know you were there."
"I'll get the vacume."
"No. It's alright, I'll get the rest in the morning."
"What are you doing up, Kurama?"
"I...had a bad dream. I couldn't sleep."
Hiei dumped his glass shards in the trash and poured himself a glass of water. Kurama sat at the table and sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. Hiei watched him. "Must have been bad."
Kurama looked up, "Hmmm?"
"The dream you had. It must have been bad."
"Yeah...it was very real. Hiei? You would never...you wouldn't...never mind." He'll think I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy for believing a dream. Hiei picked up on his koi's hesitation. He pulled up a chair across from him and sat on it backwards, leaning over the back. Red eyes met green. "Daijoubu? I know I haven't been the best company lately and it's because---"
Kurama leaned over the table so his face was an inch from Hiei's. For a good minute they studied eachother. Searching each others eyes, not knowing what the other was looking for. Kurama finally broke off the search by leaning forward the last inch and pressing his lips to Hiei's. Hiei didn't resist, he closed his eyes and savoured the moment before Kurama broke away, leaving him to wonder exactly what was bothering him. Hiei watched Kurama go into the bathroom and close the door. The sound of bathwater being run followed. Hiei glanced at the clock: 2:16am. He sighed and put his glass in the sink. "I'm going back to bed. You alright in there?" Hiei asked through the bathroom door.
"I'm fine now," was the reply.
"Okay, goodnight."
The truth was Kurama was not fine. He felt sick. He leaned over the toilet and silently hoped he wouldn't yak. What's wrong with me? He listened to the runnng water of the tub and closed his eyes, still leaning over the toilet. When the wave of nausea passed Kurama was able to remove his clothes and slip into the tub of hot water. He wet a cloth and wiped his face with it. When he pulled it away again it was soaked in red. Confused, Kurama touched his face. Blood dripped from his nose into the water. "Oh man." So much for taking a bath. Stepping out of the tub, Kurama found himself feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Losing consciousness as well as blood, he crumpled to the floor and lay still.
Hiei heard Kurama fall from the bedroom. He ran to the bathroom door and opened it. His koi lay face down on the tile floor, a growing pile of blood at his head. "Kurama, what's happening to you?!" Hiei grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body, lifting him off the floor and carrying him to the bedroom. Laying him on the bed, Hiei wiped the blood off Kurama's face with his sleve. More blood replaced it, flowing steadly from Kurama's nose. Hiei was at a loss. I don't know how to treat a ningen! What do I do?!
"Kurama!"
TBC... Interesting, ne? ^ ^' Let me know what you thinkies, okkies? Waii! Arigatou. -Saku