Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ Chapter 7

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Kurama turned to watch the youkai open a window and try to force the smoke from the toaster outside with a towel. A minute later the smoke alarm went off. By now, Kurama was using a pillow to stiffle his laughter. Hiei's cursing had reached a higher level in both english and japanese, and Kurama chewed on the pillow covering his face to keep from laughing hysterically. By the time the bacon and tomato sandwiches were done and on the table, Hiei was thoroughly pissed off.
"I don't know why I bother trying to cook. It's not like anything I make is edible."
The two of them looked down at their plates; the bread was blackish in colour, the bacon resembled dried leaves, the lettuce was limp and the tomatoes oozed out from the sandwich like entrails.
"Where's the mayonaise?" Kurama asked, lifting the top peice of the sandwich. Hiei muttered, " It's in there somewhere." There was a moment of silence where they glanced at eachother then back to the food. When their eyes met a second time both boys were laughing. Their voices ringing through the cottage.
"Why Hiei," Kurama sputtered, "what a pleasent meal you've dished out to me. Whatever do you call it?"
Hiei had tear gems falling from his eyes, and Kurama thought he was going into hysterics-which he probably was- when he slid back from the table in his chair. "I call it. The. 'Smoldering Pile. Of Inedibles' !" He barely got the words out through his laughter and tear gems. Kurama laughed at Hiei's own laughter (which we all know is rarely heard ^ _ ^) . This caused him to snort invuluntarily and thus, caused them both to laugh harder.
"Oh my god, my face HURTS!" Hiei choked out, holding his cheeks. Kurama had to leave the table after that. It was just too much. "You can't hide in the washroom forever , you know." Kurama heard Hiei call to him once their laughing fit had run its course. Kurama ran himself a shower and changed into a robe before poking his head out the washroom door. "hiei?" He called.
"What?" Was the reply.
"I was thinking we go to that fancy restaurant just outside the city...What's the name of it?" Kurama heard the other snort from the kitchen table. "Like I'm going to know? Sometime I think you forget who you're talking to."
Kurama laughed. "Well, if I forget I can always look at your cooking." he teased. Hiei threw a roll of paper towel at him and he shut the door again, barely avoiding getting hit in the face. When he was finished his shower, he came out to an empty cottage. Hiei was probably outside gathering more firewood. That youkai was always bringing in firewood. Kurama wondered how he managed to get so much of it and still have trees left around the property. The woodpile was already stacked high, but Kurama didn't say anything when Hiei returned with more. The fire demon needed to do something to occupy his time. Hiei got bored easily in the Ningekai and Kurama wondered, not for te first time, how he'd managed to keep him here as long as he had. Hiei made his way across the livingroom to the woodpile, dropping logs along the way. Kurama closed the glass door behind him and shivered from the cold outdoor air. His hair was wet and tied back in one long ponytail. He wore no socks or slippers. "What are you going to wear?" he asked Hiei, buttoning up his white shirt. Hiei finished collecting the stray logs from on the floor and frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you can't go like that."
"I can't? Who decides what I have to wear?"
Kurama's emerald eyes sparkled, " I know what you'd look good in, Hiei." With that, the redhead retreated into the bedroom, leaving Hiei to wonder what hideous ningen garments he would soon be wearing and where he'd be wearing them to. Kurama seemed to be back to normal, considering he'd been in the hospital that morning. Hiei thought back to when he woke up to him screaming in his sleep. Plagued so badly by a nightmare that he bled from the nose. The thought of Kurama having nightmares, even with him around, worried him. He was piling up the remaining logs of wood against the wall when Kurama came out of the bedroom, carrying his own pile. the bouncy redhead dropped the clothes onto the couch and patted the cushion, indicating Hiei to sit down.
"What are you up to, fox?" Hiei asked, wiping his hands on his pants and crossing over to the couch. He eyed the colourful garments. "No."
Kurama pouted and held up a pair of blue pants with a zipper and button in the front. Hiei looked them over with distaste. They had pockets too. As though it wasn't bad enough one had to worry about gadgets like zippers and buttons. Buttons always broke off or got themselves caught on loose fabric. And zippers, well they caught...other things. The pants were simply impractical. No one in their right mind would wear such things around in public.
Again, "No."
"Comon, Hiei. They're jeans. Everyone wears jeans."
So the whole human race is impractical, I suspected as much. "I'm not everyone. Besides, they're too long."
"We can cut them. It's not that hard to do. Jean's look good when they're ripped at the ankles anyway."
Hiei snorted, "Right."
Kurama handed them to him and he took them into the washroom.
"My, arn't we modest." Kurama teased when Hiei returned. Hiei, who was fighting with the button on his jeans, glanced up at him. "I'm not undressing in front of you."
Kurama folded his arms and leaned back on the couch. Hiei finally did up the button. Kurama smiled; Hiei did look silly in his clothes. Though they both had the same waist size, Hiei was definately shorter. One could tell just by looking at his feet. They were hidden inside the jean's pantlegs. Kurama tapped his chin. Hiei bent down to roll up the pants so that his feet could touch the ground.
"Take them off."
"What?"
"Take them off, I've got a better idea."
Hiei raised a quizzical eyebrow but did so. He threw the pants at Kurama. Kurama reached into his back pocket for his wallet and looked inside. Looking back up at the half dressed Hiei, he smiled. "I have just enough on me too."
Hiei didn't have a clue what the redhead was referring to, but he was sure he wasn't going to like it. Kurama stood up, gathered the other clothes he'd brought out and headed for the bedroom; stopping when he noticed what his friend was wearing.
"Hiei, are those my boxers?"
Hiei looked down at the shorts around his waist. "They threw themselves at me, I swear."


Author note:
Saku: "I was actually making BLT when I wrote this down. No, the events in this story are NOT a reflection of MY cooking....*snicker snicker* "