Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Violinist and the Prince ❯ Spaghetti and Yoko Kurama ( Chapter 4 )

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Summary: SORRY!!! I've been hella busy this week, u know, evil teachers, no laptop, etc. and these chapters take a long time to write even if they're not incredibly long, and the tis the season chapters were easier to write, and I was shopping for 6 hours yesterday for a winter ball gown, and 3 hours today, but that's enough of that. Anyway, that's why I haven't updated this story for a week. Again sorry! Ok, for this chapter, Hiei has his first human meal with Shuichi, along with other stuff. And by the way, I'm listening to Hoobastank while writing this, so it might be weird. Well, on with the fic! ^_~

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Hiei looked up from his black shoes to see that they had once again arrived at Shuichi's home. Entering the house for a second time that day, he slipped off his shoes and commenced to following Shuichi, who was walking up the stairs he had seen his mother come down from. The prince walked shyly behind the red head, until Shuichi noticed that he was being followed. He smiled kindly.

"Hiei, why don't you go to my room? I'm just going to tell my mother that I'm home. My room is the second door on the right. Ok?"

Hiei nodded solemnly and went to the door that led to Shuichi's room. Before entering however, he turned to see the red head walk into a room two doors down from his own, enter, and great his mother in a kind voice. ::How can anyone be that perfect?:: he thought to himself as he turned away and entered the room. This and the kitchen were the only rooms of the house he really knew. He sat down on the bed and stared out the window to see a beautiful sunset, which blood red, pumpkin orange, midnight blue, and candy heart pink. He was so caught up in this lovely sunset that he failed to notice that Shuichi was back, and was sitting next to him, also staring out the window.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes. I've never seen one such as this." ::but not as beautiful as you are.:: he thought to himself.

They continued gazing at the sky for a few more minutes until the colors slowly faded into the deep purple and midnight blue colors of a night sky after the departure of the sun. Shuichi slowly rose from his seat next to his new friend.

"I must make dinner. Would you like to help?"

"I'm afraid I cannot cook a thing. But I would like to watch. Would that be ok?"

Shuichi chuckled. "Of course. I hope you like spaghetti. We don't have much else I'm afraid."

Hiei looked confused. "What's spaghetti?"

Shuichi grinned. "You really don't have anything where you're from do you. You'll see."

With that Shuichi walked out the door and Hiei, who was very curious as to what `spaghetti' was, followed him down to the kitchen. Upon reaching the white room, Shuichi opened another cabinet, and took down another box, only this one wasn't as large as the cereal boxes. Putting the box on the counter, he bent over to open a cabinet under the stove and took out a big silver pot that was so shiny Hiei could see his own reflection in its metallic hull. Taking the pot over to the sink, the red head then filled it halfway full of water, then put it on the stove, which he then turned on. Adjusting the small dial on the right hand side of the stove so that it was exactly in the middle, he then sat down at the table, and beckoned with his hand for Hiei to join him. Sitting down on the seat that he had claimed earlier that morning, he looked at the red head. ::he reminds me so much of someone, if only I could remember who.:: he thought frowning slightly. Shuichi noticed his frown.

"Hiei, what's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Why were you frowning."

"I was just thinking about something."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"It's not important."

"Ok"

With that said they sat in silence for ten more minutes. The water in the pot began to boil, and Shuichi stood up once again. Walking over to where he had placed the box, he opened it, and poured a few long, yellow sticks like things into the pot. The water erupted into bubbles at the entry of the sticks, then settled down. As soon as the water was calmer, Shuichi poured the rest of the yellow sticks into the pot, grabbed a wooden spoon with a long handle, and began to stir the concoction. This constant stirring continued for ten more minutes, with Shuichi taking out a stick every few minutes to check if it was cooked or not. By ten minutes the sticks had become soft and flexible, and Shuichi turned off the stove, took out three plates from another cabinet near his head and set them on the counter. Then he went over to the sink and drained the water from the pot, leaving the now-loose sticks jumbled in a messy pile. He then went back to where the plates were, and using the wooden spoon pushed half the sticks onto one plate, two thirds on another, and one third on the last. He then went into another cabinet and pulled out a glass jar with a red substance inside. Unscrewing the top off of the jar, he poured the red contents, which appeared to be a type of sauce, onto the piles of sticks. He then picked up all three plates at once, put the first in front of Hiei, and the second where he was going to sit. He began to walk out of the room carrying the last plate. He paused at the door to see that Hiei had not begun eating.

"Please start eating Hiei. I'll be right back, I'm just going to bring Mother her dinner."

He walked out of the room leaving Hiei alone with the strange food. ::How the hell do you eat this stuff? We don't have anything like this back home.:: He was still staring at the plate of spaghetti in confusion when Shuichi entered the kitchen again. He chuckled to himself. ::he looks so adorable when he's confused. Wait, where did that come from? Could I possibly have feelings for him that are more than friendship?:: He stared at his new friend, trying to figure out what his feelings for him really were. ::He has drawn my attention since the moment I saw him sleeping in the lemon tree, and that attention is not the type I give Yusuke or the others. And when he told me about his home and how it has no love, a strange feeling filled me. A warm feeling. Could it be….. that I'm in love with Hiei?:: He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt eyes starring at him. Blinking, he saw that Hiei was starring at him back with a slightly annoyed expression plastered on his face.

"How the hell do I start?"

Shuichi looked at him puzzled for a moment, then realized what Hiei was talking about. He chuckled out loud. "Here, let me show you."

Hiei blushed slightly as Shuichi took the fork from his hand, stuck it in the pile of food, twisted it around some of the sticks, and when he pulled the fork out the sticks stuck to the fork so that he could eat them. His blush deepened as Shuichi gave him back his fork and let his hand linger on his own for a few seconds. They starred into each other's eyes for an instant, and then he slowly pulled his hand away, as a child would if he was forced to stop petting a puppy, and sat down at his seat and began to eat. Hiei looked down at his food ::What is this feeling? This warm feeling that I feel in my stomach, it's so strange, yet not unpleasant.:: He looked over at the red head. ::I never knew hands could be that soft. He's so perfect, so beautiful in every way. Could this feeling I have possibly be love? Have I fallen in love with this human named Shuichi?:: He looked up from his plate to see Shuichi staring at him.

"You haven't moved for several minutes Hiei. Try your spaghetti, it's not poisoned," he said kindly.

Hiei brought his fork to his mouth and ate the forkful of spaghetti. ::Hn, it's not as good as that cold stuff. But it's still pretty good.:: He slowly twisted his fork in the spaghetti again, carefully mimicking Shuichi's every move, and took another bite. He looked up at the red head. "It's very good. You are very good at cooking."

Shuichi blushed. "Thank you Hiei. I'm glad you like it."

They ate in silence for a few more minutes, until Hiei spoke suddenly.

"Shuichi? Have you ever heard of the legend of Yoko Kurama?"

"No I haven't. Would you please tell it to me?"

Hiei blushed at the thought of telling Shuichi the story of his favorite childhood demon. "Well, it's a rather long tale, but I'll tell you the shorter version." He cleared his throat and began to tell the tale.

" A long time ago there was a silver fox demon named Yoko Kurama. He was the most well known bandit in all of Makai, and though many desired to kill him, even more desired to be in his bed, as he was said to be the best lover in all the land. The fact that he stood over six feet high with golden eyes, pale skin, and silver hair that glowed in the moonlight trailing down to his waist and mingling with his equally silver tail and fox ears. He could steal anything, and anyone who had anything valuable feared the name Kurama. He could have anything he wanted. Most said that he was cruel and evil, and knew nothing of love. But some say that late at night when there was a full moon, he would sit by a stream and weep. No one knew for sure, but I believe that Yoko Kurama, who could have anything in the world, was saddened because he yearned to be loved for who he was, and not his strength or reputation. It was on one of these nights that he was spotted by a black-hearted hunter who saw the fox weeping by a stream, surrounded by vines. Using the fox's grief against him, he aimed his hunting gun at the fox, and shot him in the heart. It is said that on the spot where Yoko Kurama died there is a beautiful rose bush, with roses the color of blood covering the bush, and should any passerby try to pluck a single petal from the bush, the roses will come alive and stab the poor unlucky soul to death with their razor sharp thorns."

Hiei looked at Shuichi, expecting to see a look of disgust on his face, but instead saw a look of awe. After a few moments the red head spoke.

"That is such a sad tale, yet not unlike my own. My talent with the violin has given me fame, and many of the girls at my school attempt to be my girlfriend because of my looks and reputation. And yet I want none of that! All I want is to be loved for me, not my fame."

Hiei watched as tears filled the red heads eyes. He quickly stood and was by his side in an instant. "If I had known that my story would make you cry I would have never told you. It's only a child's tale, you need not cry over it."

Shuichi looked up with tears streaming down his face. "I know, I am being stupid. Please forgive me. But I must make one request."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Could you….. could you call me Kurama from now on? I don't know why, I just feel I connect to him."

Hiei blinked in surprise. "Sure, I don't see why not."

They finished their meal in silence. Once both their plates were devoid of all spaghetti, Shuichi stood and took his plate and Hiei's over to the sink, rinsed them off with cool water, and placed them in the sink. Then Hiei followed the red head up the stairs. He turned to him.

"Your room is across from mine. I'm sure you are very tired, and would like to get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

"Thank you very much. You are very kind to me."

"Think nothing of it. Good night Hiei."

He closed the door behind him, leaving Hiei alone in the hall.

"Good night…. Kurama."

Darkdemonchild: oookk that was REALLY long. Whew now I'm tired. O well, it was worth it. ^_^ ok on the whole yoko kurama legend thing. I made most of it up ok? So if it sounds like a real legend its total coincidence cus I don't know any legends. And for the whole kurama thing, I was getting tired of calling him shuichi and I kept wanting to write kurama so I just figured out a way to call him kurama. Ok for the next chapter, Kurama plays his violin again, Hiei hears it, and goes into kurama's room to listen. What will happen? ^_^. And as always, please review ^_~