Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Thinking Of You ❯ Bigotry ( Chapter 21 )

Thinking Of You

We were lounging around watching TV when you asked the question. My head was resting in your lap and you were propped up on your elbows. We were spread out on the floor. Doing nothing all day is an exhausting activity.

"What do you want to do Hiei?" you asked. You ran your hand absently through my hair. I glanced up at you and smiled.

"Anything you want to do," I replied. You smiled. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" you replied. I stared at you. Had you not heard what I had said?

"What do you want to do?" I asked. Your smile spread.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" you asked. This was getting annoying…

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" I replied, finally getting the joke.

"Why don't we get a movie?" you replied. My eyes went wide. The cycle was broken!

"Sure," I said. I put my head back down and returned my gaze to the television screen.

"What kind?" you asked.

"Action," I immediately replied. One of your eyebrows arched… when had I returned my gaze to you?

"Romantic Comedy," you replied. My eyes narrowed.

"Horror," I replied. You smiled.

"I've got the perfect movie. It's hilarious, sort of romantic, and a bit horror-ish," you said. I just shrugged and returned my gaze to the TV.

You nudged me. I grudgingly sat up. You crawled out from under me and got up. You held out a hand for me. I took it. You pulled me to my feet.

"I really think you'll like this movie," You told me as we snagged our coats and headed for the door. You opened it and ended up having Yusuke knocking on your forehead instead of the door. I glared at him. He smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Kurama," he said. You smiled and shook your head. "Still a prude Hiei?"

I growled at him.

"We were just heading out to snag a movie," you told him. He smiled widely.

"Some romantic fic that will stimulate a little action?" Yusuke insinuated. You blushed. I felt one come over me as well.

"Actually no," you replied. Yusuke raised an eyebrow.

"What then?" he asked.

"I'm going to rent `Arsenic and Old Lace'," you replied smugly. Yusuke broke out laughing.

"Oi Kurama that's a great movie! He'll love it!" Yusuke barely managed. I cocked my head to one side. You smiled and gently pushed Yusuke out of the way. We stepped out of the apartment. You turned, shut, and locked the door.

"So… what made you choose that movie?" Yusuke inquired. You shrugged.

"I wanted Romantic Comedy, and Hiei wanted and action/horror. So, I came up with the best response I could. `Arsenic and Old Lace'," you replied. We got into the now open elevator. You pressed the button for the floor your car was on. Yusuke shook his head.

"That's actually a good average of them… except the action part," Yusuke said. You nodded.

"Something's got to give…" you replied. I sighed. You smiled at me. Yusuke looked as if he'd been hit by something soft and heart-shaped.

"What're you looking at?" I asked. He snapped out of it.

"True love," he replied. He hadn't snapped out of it. "How do you know when that person is `just for you'?"

"Huh?" I replied.

"The `someone just for you', how do you know who it is?" Yusuke asked us. Or at least I thought it was us.

I shrugged. You gave him a sad smile.

"You've got to have an answer for me Hiei. You found him. How?" Yusuke asked. The door opened. We got out.

"I bumped into him and thought he was the enemy. Then I attacked," I replied. Yusuke stared in shock.

"He means: how did you know?" you whispered in my ear. I mouthed an `oh' to you.

"Uh… it took me some time to realize how much he really meant to me. At first I thought it was just a passing lust. I didn't even know it was friendship. I thought he was using me, so I used him. I didn't trust him. But soon I found myself watching his back, and he mine and I knew that I trusted him. Trust is the first step in a relationship. I soon found myself always at his side: friendship. I told him things I had never told any other person. When I began to be separated from him I felt a pain in my chest. I knew it wasn't because he was my friend, but I didn't know what it meant. So I stayed away for awhile, sorting out my feelings. I found out that I couldn't survive without him for I ended up on his window sill three hours into the `great search'. I knew I cared for him as more than a friend, but I didn't know what it was called. Then I saw a movie with him. It was called "Autumn in New York". It actually touched me. I found out what I was feeling was called `love'. I knew it. I even displayed a bit of it. I held his hand," I said. Normally I wouldn't open up, especially to Yusuke, but he seemed so lost and helpless. I knew how he felt.

"But how long did you live with that fact? How long before you told him?" Yusuke inquired. We had long ago reached your car and I leaned against it.

"I lived with it for a long while. He's technically 22 now, right? I kept it inside for 5 years," I told him. Yusuke and Kurama both stared at me. "I never would have told him if I hadn't fallen off that cliff."

"But why? How could you do that?"

"I've done it all my life. It's a defense mechanism. I didn't want to be rejected, and I didn't think I was worthy. It's the reason I haven't told Yukina I'm her brother. I will never tell her," I said. Yusuke nodded at me.

"I get it. Thanks Hiei," Yusuke muttered. His head drooped as he walked away. I felt sorry for him. When the time was right, he'd know.

"I've never seen him so down," you said. I nodded. We climbed in your car.

About three minutes later we arrived at the rental store. We went in hand in hand. People stared, but we didn't care. You grabbed the movie and we went to the register. The eyes on us were starting to get to me.

The register guy rang up the movie. He didn't say a word to us. I felt almost sorry for the close minded fool.

"Five bucks," he sneered. You looked at the register.

"It says $2.50," you replied.

"five bucks," he sneered again. I glared at him.

"Fine," you replied and snagged a five out of your wallet. You handed it to him. He didn't take it. You put it on the counter. He took to pencils and picked it up, placing it in the register. You narrowed your eyes at him, but said nothing. He took the movie and put it in the pick up box.

"Don't come again you dirty, rotten, filthy, stinking, fags," he sneered.

"If you say something like that again I will personally kill you with my bare hands," I threatened him. You had slunk back. The register guy's friends ganged up on us. Seven of them, two of us.

"What'd you say… homo?" one of his friends mocked. I sent him a death glare, the stupid fool wasn't afraid. You had turned to stand back to back with me.

"Your man whore seems to be afraid of us, shrimp," Another mocked. I growled at him. You were not the happiest of people. Tears stood in your eyes but you were determined to stand firm and fight of these jerks.

"He's not a whore," I growled. They laughed. I lunged at the nearest on and knocked him out. Some of his buddies became cautious. They ganged up on you. You seemed paralyzed. You cried out as they lashed out.

"At least we know who the uke is!" one of them said. I screamed in frustration and knocked out two more of them.

"K'so! I'm the fucking uke you bastards!" I screamed and knocked three of them away. The last guy was the register guy. He backed up to the nearest wall, cowering in fear. I came up to you. They had covered you in makeup and tied various women's items to your clothes. I picked them off quickly and burned them. Then I turned my wrath on him.

"You fucking close-minded fool! You must have nothing but your hatred for others to give you sustenance. You live on the suffering of others. Even those who don't even deserve it. How would you like it if I came up to you and your girlfriend and then molested her? Wouldn't you react the same way? You have no right to ruin the happiness of others. I won't let you ruin it. If two people love each other, does it really matter if they are the same sex as one another?" I ranted.

"Yes," he replied. I glared at him. "There can be no love in a relationship between two men. Love only occurs between a man and a woman. All that you feel is lust."
"I spent six years figuring out that I loved him! I know it isn't lust! There's a big difference! I don't just want his body! I want to be with him! I want to see his face! I want to speak with him! I want to be by his side for the rest of my life! What about that can you not understand?!" I hollered. The other customers had gathered around. One of them was comforting you.

"You're two guys! Guys cannot love each other!" he continued stubbornly. I growled in frustration. I put my hand to his forehead.

"Hiei don't," you whispered. I whirled to face you. I was immediately at your side. "They would be suspicious, and he's not worth it."

"Why can't he understand?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him. You sighed.

"It's just the way he was brought up. You can't help when your parents and teachers and religious leaders rave against it. People aren't born prejudiced, they are taught it. It is very hard for a person to overcome what is their nature," you said. I looked back at him. He was staring at us in awe. I sighed and nodded. I walked over to him.

"You're not worth my time, or energy. People like you make me sick. You're too close-minded to notice what's really important in life, like love," I said. I returned to your side. We left without taking the movie.

Author's notes: Very sorry I didn't update for a very long time. It's been the week from hell. A lot was going on… Anywayz, this is the next installment. I think it addresses an issue, not fully mind you, about the close-mindedness of people. I actually got inspired for this kind of thing a way back when I got a review for a different story that cussed me out for not labeling a story Yaoi and that I was a sick twisted bastard. I never knew how much it hurt until then. As much as I would like this to be the perfect happy story, it can't happen. Even if I want it that way. The fact is that the vast majority of people are against gays and lesbians. And even I they suffer enough, the suffering is never over. Well, hope you liked it. Please review!