Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Thinking Of You ❯ Lunch With Mother ( Chapter 10 )

Thinking of You

I stumbled out of the shower, holding onto the wall for support. I had a towel wrapped tightly around my waist. You passed by me, a huge smile on your face. Your towel was wrapped loosely about your waist and began to slip from your slim frame. I quickly sat on the bed, hoping you'd take the hint. You tossed me a bag filled with clothes we had bought earlier today and then tossed me a pair of boxers. I pulled the black cotton boxers on over my body, but under my towel. When I looked up you had your tight jeans already on, but your feet and chest were bare. I shivered. These past few days have been like a dream for me. I discarded my towel and then found myself pinned below you as you kiss my abs. I chuckled and attempted to shove you off, it didn't work. You worked your way up to my mouth. As you pulled back from a deep kiss you smiled at me. You got up and moved back to the dresser containing your clothes. I lay stunned and breathless on the bed for a moment.

"You're going to be nice to my mother," you started telling me. I nodded. "I really don't know how she's going to react."

"But she already did," I tried to protest but you held up a hand.

"I don't know if she meant it," you said. "I want her to love you as much as I do, but I'm not sure she can. She was raised differently than you and me, Hiei. Humans don't accept same sex relationships like they do in the Makai. They're worse here than if we were to have this relationship in the US. They have traditions; I could get kicked out of my family, and forbidden from seeing my mother again."

I nodded and pulled on my black pants. I didn't like them as much as my jeans, but they looked nice and they were black. You can't go wrong with black. I pulled the turtleneck over my head and rolled the collar down. You came over to me with a pair of scissors and cut off the tags.

"We forgot to buy you shoes…" you murmured, looking at my boots. I shrugged; it wasn't as if she would be looking specifically at my feet to see if I wore the right kind of shoes. Besides, they were practical and comfy.

"Ne," I replied. You chuckled and handed me a pair of black socks. I looked at you as I put them and my shoes on. You were wearing a pair of flattering flare jeans and a plaid shirt over a casual t. I couldn't believe I even knew what you were wearing. I've been hanging around you too much.

"You ready?" you ask as I stand up. I nod. You smile and hold out your hand.

"Why do I look more formal than you?" I asked. You giggled cutely behind your hand.

"Because my mother knows me, she doesn't know you. Appearance is the first thing a person notices. Besides, this is your way of impressing her," you tell me as we walk out of our apartment. Roger and wife met us outside the door.

"Hey lovebirds," Roger greeted. I looked at him. You smiled, still pulling me along by my hand. "He cleans up nice Shuiichi."

"I know," you tell him. We head towards the elevator. You press the down button.

"You are cordially invited to our apartment for dinner," Roger invited. His wife smiled at us.

"We'll be there," you answered as we stepped into the elevator.

"See you at six!" Roger shouted as the doors closed. You smiled at me. I shook my head. You pressed me against the wall. I leaned up. The elevator stopped and we sprang apart. Two females came into the elevator, clearly caught up by their own conversation. You snagged my hand as they pressed the button for their desired floor.

"I don't know. my mother is a strict conservative. She definitely won't like it, but my father has a very understanding personality," the brunette told the blonde. She was shorter than the other by an inch. Her hair fell to her waist. It was loosely pulled into a ponytail. She wore a red skirt and white blouse, revealing her womanly figure.

"Don't worry," the blonde said. She was wearing a similar outfit. "I'll be here right with you."

"I don't want to be kicked out of my family because I love another woman," the brunette said. She collapsed on the taller's shoulder. I looked at you. You looked at me.

"That will not happen to you," I whispered. The blonde noticed us for the first time, and instead of blushing she stood defiantly in front of us, like she was daring us to act like the rest of the close-minded world.

"We're in the same boat," you told her. She blinked a few times and then nodded. The brunette looked up and wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so nervous."

"I know what you mean," you replied. Your grip on my hand increased. I looked at you. You were indeed tense. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed you on the cheek, feeling strangely comfortable around these girls. You smiled at me.

"Your mother won't accept you?" the blonde asked.

"I hope she will, it's my stepfather I'm worried about, though I'm not planning on telling him," you said.

"Your mother will accept us," I told you. The brunette and blonde gave each other a meaningful glance.

"I'm Alexi," the blonde said. We shook her free hand. The brunette detached herself from her lover's protective grip.

"I'm Mitski," the brunette said. She shook our hands. The elevator binged as we reached our floor, the garage.

"Why don't you join us and our friends for dinner tonight?" you asked. I nodded in assent. "If you can, we'll be on the 12th floor, room 2B."

We waved to the girls, and they waved to us, Alexi giving us a thumbs up. I smiled, I liked them. You smiled as we reached your car.

"See, we're not the only ones in this boat," you said as we got in the car. "I hope Mitski's parents can accept her. I really do."

I just nodded. As much as I was worried for them, I was more concerned about us at the moment. You pulled out into traffic. Hopefully this would be painless. I don't think even I could cheer you up from the depression that would in-sue if she couldn't accept us.

"Where's lunch?" I asked.

"Some French café," you replied. I shrugged.

"Isn't that out in the open?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Won't people see us?"

"Yeah."

"Won't they hear us?"

"Yeah… what's your point?"

"TV."

"Oh yeah…"

"What're we going to do?"

"Hope no one recognizes us."

"Right…"

"Hiei…"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh…"

"Hey!"

I smiled at you. This was fun. At least you were in a better mood than you had been several minutes ago. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, 11:57.

"Aren't we going to be late?" I asked.

"No," you replied, turning a corner. "It's right here."

I looked out the window. A same café was on the left right side. It was a quaint building that had tables and umbrella's outside in front of the café. I thought it looked unusually quaint. Almost cozy. You pulled into a parking spot and we got out. We crossed the street at a light and walked to the café. Your mother was sitting at a table in the front. I gulped. You took in a deep breath, snagged my hand, and headed in her direction, taking me with you. I found my legs wouldn't move I was so nervous.

"Shuiichi," she greeted you. She opened her arms and you gave her a big hug. "Who's this then?"

"Mother, this is Hiei," you introduced me. She wrapped her arms around me. I looked at you and you gave me the `give her a hug' look. I gingerly put my arms around her.

"Please sit down," she said after she let go. We moved to sit; you next to her and me across from you both, but you grabbed my hand and pushed me into the seat next to you. I smiled nervously. The waitress came by and asked if we wanted anything to drink. She winked at you. I told her I wanted a coke and you said you'd have one too. Shiori watched as I scowled at the retreating waitress, who was shamelessly shaking her bum at you. You laughed at me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I blushed.

"Shuiichi…" your mother began as the waitress left after giving us our drinks. Here we go.

"Mother ask me anything, I'll do my best to answer," you replied before she could say anything.

"Shuiichi, how long have you two been together?" she asked. I nearly fell out of my seat. You spit up some of the coke you were drinking.

"Nani?" you asked. Shiori smiled.

"How long have you two been a couple?" she asked again. I was amazed, I thought she might do something rash, or at least get mad and upset.

"Since Friday, we've been a couple. I've known Hiei since I was twelve though," you replied. Shiori nodded her head. It seemed she was memorizing all these facts.

"Tell me about yourself Hiei," she said. I opened my mouth.

"Uh…" I tried. I really tried. Even I didn't think she'd be this open minded.

"Please…" she pleaded. She was just as bad as you; I could see where you got it from.

"I see where Shuiichi gets his irresistibility now," I said. Shiori giggled, you hit me up side the head.

"Thank you Hiei," Shiori replied. She giggled at your red face.

"Well, I am an orphan; I grew up alone and on the streets. I worked my self up and eventually became strong enough to do the things that have brought me to my current prosperous situation," I ventured. It did described my life… in the very broadest of terms.

"You poor thing!" Shiori exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow. "How long have you two been living together?"

"Since Friday," you replied. "Most things started Friday."

"But where did you stay before that?" Shiori asked me.

"Uh, before I got my current job, I slept outside Shuiichi's window in that tree there. Just a while ago I moved into the company building. My boss might fire me though, I was supposed to be there Friday," I said. You were just looking at me. I never had really said so much and you were astounded at my openness. I gave you a smile.

"I hope you don't loose your job," your mother said.

"It was my own fault, I fell off a cliff and your son saved me, in more ways than one," I said. You kissed my cheek. Shiori sighed.

"You both are such hopeless romantics," she said. We ordered lunch.

Hi. This is the author speaking. Thanks for the beautiful reviews. Sorry for the slow updating school started. Though I really don't have many or hardly any hard classes, those AP things kill. Will update when possible. Hope you enjoyed it!