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joisbishmyoga is evil. She forces me write on this one fic all the time. I swear I didn't want to write demon!YuusukexHieixyouko!Kurama. ;_; it's all her fault.
everyone knows how I hate threesomes, and demons, and biting and dominance/submission and and and... it wasnt me i promise don't hurt me
It's all post-series if anyone's wondering. they're living in the Makai by then.
It was night in the Makai, though that, in Yuusuke's experience, never did make a difference. No moon and no stars shone through the perpetual thick dark clouds; one could wonder where the light glow preventing the place from turning into a pitch black hole was coming from. Yuusuke didn't wonder anymore. The idle question had kept him entertained for about ten minutes on his first night before he decided he didn't give a shit; now, two years after his definitive move to Raizen's castle, he cared even less than back then.
On most nights there were at least some flashes, a few rolls of thunder keeping the stillness of the plains from getting to him with their boring deadness. But the season of storms -- one of the two seasons this layer of the Makai knew -- wasn't quite here yet and it seemed as if the dumb clouds were biding their time. And the darkness grew around the castle, and the thickness, the stillness of the atmosphere grew against his skin, and he wished for nothing more than a challenge, if only so he could light the place with his ki.
Not that busting heads wasn't a good enough reason on its own.
"Boooored," the young fighter whined as he flopped down on the terrace. He rolled on his front, an arm and a leg dangling in the void, and glowered angrily at the wide stretch of land offered to his eyes. Sure, so high on Raizen's tower, he could see for miles and miles. But what good was it when no one living on these lands --HIS lands-- presented a challenge ? Why, he ought to push for a law to make ten hours of martial arts training a day a minimum... ah, hell, who was he kidding. Staying alive down there made power levels rise like no safe training could. And he still got no challenges.
The old hag had been dead of old age for a year and a week. Or two. He didn't count that closely, though he did make an effort to keep track of time the way it flew through the Ningenkai, as difficult as that was here. Kuwabara-- now 37, still living with Yukina, still raising their adopted daughter together. He didn't fight anymore. He had never been a challenge, and had ceased to be even mildly entertaining an adversary fifteen years ago, after that bad break of his knee that never healed right. Atsuko had once again shacked up with that guy who may or may not be Yuusuke's father and was up to her eyeballs in married bliss and domestic disturbance. About once a year she remembered to send a message to him. "Having fun. Great parties this year. Dumped that idiot again; ah well, there's more fishes in the sea. Don't you fucking dare die." Stuff like that.
Keiko had been married for four years now. Or so.
He didn't count that closely.
"You are begging for a sword in the back," growled a low voice by the door.
Yuusuke couldn't find the energy to sit up, so he just turned his head, letting his other cheek press against the cool wood, and glared at Hiei's feet. And showed him his middle finger, in that gesture that Mukuro called "so charmingly human," in that sarcastic tone of voice that made him want rip out her metallic arm and bash her head in with it.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Get up. Don't keep this position in front of me."
Yuusuke blinked and pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking quizzically at the fire demon. He had sounded -- well, annoyed of course; when Hiei didn't sound annoyed it was time to get worried -- but something else also. Unnerved? Maybe, a little. It was hard to tell. But he knew better than to ask. He WOULD get a sword through his back for offending the guy.
"Why the hell are you here nagging me anyway?" Yuusuke grunted as he sat up, a leg still dangling in the air. "I thought you'd still be catching up with Kurama. It's not often he can come by."
Hiei snorted, crossing his arms as if to prevent himself from being tempted to pull his sword out and skewer him. "That's right, so why are you here pretending to be a limp fur just ripped off a kitsune's back instead of -- hearing his news?"
Yuusuke snorted, deciding to ignore the almost imperceptible hesitation. "Limp fur?" he repeated, vaguely amused. This must be yet another of these weird Makai sayings. Even after so long here, he still regularly discovered new turns of phrases.
"No spine and no guts," Hiei grunted as explanation. "Now get up and come."
Yuusuke blinked. Why was he insisting so much? Here Yuusuke tried to be subtly helpful by leaving him alone with the fox and the stupid firebrat wanted to drag him back. He was fine. He could deal with being alone for a few hours while they caught up with each other.
"But don't you have things to say to each other?" he asked, bewildered but trying to hide it by scratching his hair casually.
Hiei blinked. "Nothing you can't hear, moron."
"What's taking you two so long?"
Kurama was leaning against the doorframe. Yuusuke was startled to realize that for once he was in his human guise, though there were silver locks in his violently red hair. The kitsune had been losing the habit of taking that shape lately.
"The idiot imagines that we have things to say that don't imply him," Hiei replied sarcastically, still watching Yuusuke with a frown.
Kurama blinked his yellowish green eyes at him, then at Hiei, then bit his lip to keep its corners from tilting up. For a second Yuusuke felt like rolling back and letting himself fall down the tower. He'd gotten it all wrong and now the damn kitsune was laughing at him. That was what he got for trying to be subtle. He should stick with his strengths. And maybe beat Kurama up for mocking him, damn bastard.
"What are you laughing for, fox?"
Hiei sounded annoyed now, glowering at both of them. Kurama shrugged.
"Yuusuke's thinking human again."
Hiei threw a sidelong glare Yuusuke's way. "Feh. We told you to stop that."
"Wait, whadd'ya mean?" protested the young man. "How am I thinking human?"
That was one habit he couldn't get rid of. He knew that demons had different behaviors and expectations, but there were some rules he got right away and some that refused to make sense. He wouldn’t have thought that mattered --if he offended someone inadvertently he would apologize if he thought it was deserved, and if the apology wasn't accepted he'd kick their asses and that would be the end of it, because powerful demons had every right-- except in some cases it did. In some cases being honestly sorry of offending wasn't enough, and now when he started a war it wasn't just him and his friends against whoever challenged him; sometimes it was him, and his subordinates, and the people who lived on his lands doing nothing but trying to survive. So against all odds, he was actually trying to make himself learn even when it seemed tedious and counterintuitive and just plain stupid, when at school if he hadn't grasped it the first time he would just consider the lesson useless and forget.
"Yuusuke... It was very... nice and thoughtful" --snicker-- "to want to leave us some alone time, but... We are not... Dating, or anything."
Yuusuke's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he glared challengingly at the laughing redhead. "How d'you explain the noises in the bushes the last time you sparred, then?"
Hiei blinked. "So it was you. The stupid fox insisted that it was a bird," he added with a snort.
Yuusuke groaned. He had hoped for a denial. "So you... uhm-- you really were-- Kurama, stop laughing or I swear I'll strangle you with your own damn tails!!"
The fire demon gave the fox a long look. "What's so funny? So he caught us fucking. So?"
Yuusuke spluttered, and Kurama started laughing even harder.
"Will you stop laughing?!" he growled, gathering ki at the tip of his finger in warning. Hiei stepped on the side casually, putting himself out of the way of an eventual reygun.
"I'm stopping, I'm stopping. Sorry." Kurama didn't look particularly repentant.
"Yuusuke isn't the only one to be annoyed, Kurama. Now explain what's so funny." He turned to look at Yuusuke, frowning at him as if the short-haired boy was a peculiar new species of demon, the kind that looks sort of ridiculous but that you can't dismiss outright because you've never seen one of them before and what if they keep a nasty surprise under the pink polka dots? "You left because you thought we wanted to fuck? That's stupid. It's just sex. It could have waited."
Yuusuke wondered when he'd become such a prude. In his days as a delinquent he'd had hundreds of conversations about sexual positions and cunts and dicks and whatnot, but somehow the bragging and crude jokes seemed fit for nuns faced with Hiei's total casualness. Caught fucking with your male best friend? So what.
"Ehh..."
"Yuusuke. You're thinking human again," Kurama told him. He had mercifully stopped laughing and was now showing his serene, patient teacher face.
"Yeah, fine, I got that. How am I thinking human? Explain to me. You know I'm stupid like that."
Briefly, he wished that Hiei would leave; he didn't like looking stupid in front of the sarcastic fire demon. Looking stupid in front of Kurama was already embarrassing, even though the fox knew better than to mock him too long. When you made a mistake in front of Hiei, you could read it in his eyes forever -- he never forgot.
But the small demon didn't seem like he was bored; actually he was watching Kurama too, waiting for the explanation. Great. Just great. Couldn't he have chosen another day to be curious about human culture?
"Demons don't date. Demons don't marry. Frankly... as far as sex is concerned, casual is the name of the game."
Hiei blinked, puzzled. "Demons do marry, but what does that have to do with sex?"
Kurama threw him an irritated look. "You're going to confuse Yuusuke, Hiei!"
Indeed he was. "Wait, wait. So do they marry or don't they? "
The fox sighed loudly. "They marry to seal alliances. It's basically a contract, nothing more, nothing less. It implies that the offspring will inherit from both the parents, which is why they cannot have sex outside of the marriage with fertile companions, but that is all. Demons don't lust after someone first and marry them second. They take a look at their power or possessions and decide to enter the contract. The fact that they can't have sex with an outsider later on is secondary. And we're wandering away from the subject."
The young man blinked a few times, trying to assimilate the information dump he'd just be victim of. Kurama took a look at his face and sighed again, sitting almost heavily on a little stone bench against the wall.
"Demons don't marry for love. They marry for power or alliances. This is because demons don't love, and sex doesn't mean a thing."
"See, you can use sentences with less than ten words in them," Yuusuke quipped, taking an innocent air that fitted him very poorly. "So, uhm. What do you mean, doesn't mean a thing? If it doesn't, then why have sex in the first place?" Maybe there was something about having sex as a demon which made it less overwhelmingly good. It had seemed to go normally that time with Keiko, but then he'd just died for the second time and maybe his transformation into a demon hadn't been complete.
"You were right, he really went human on us on that one," Hiei commented, in a tone that couldn't decide between amazed and mocking. Or maybe it decided just fine and he was just amazed at his stupidity. "It means that it feels good. That's all it means. What else could it mean?"
Yuusuke crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at them both. "Well, I don't know, that you-- that you..."
"Love each other?" replied Kurama, in a tone that was just a little too sharp to be considered gentle. "The only being I love is Mother, and even most of that is due to gratefulness for being cared for as a defenseless cub. And the only being Hiei loves is his sister, though I'm not even sure it would be called love by human standards. They're twins. They're part of each other."
Hiei's expression darkened; he was always touchy about Yukina, and their peculiar, stunted relationship being used as an example of some strange human feeling didn't sit well with him.
"If you mention my sister and fucking in the same reasoning ever again, I will castrate you."
Yuusuke shuddered and crossed his legs, even though Kurama appeared unruffled. "He didn't mean it like that!! There are many sorts of love, that's all -- familial love and, uhm, --romantic love, and..."
"If it's different, why does it have the same name?"
Yuusuke groaned and let his shoulders slump. "Oh, shut up, how should I know? There are ways of loving that don't mean you want to jump their bones as well, that's all."
"So," Kurama replied in his teacher voice again, "this means that when you love someone, you don't have to fuck them, and when you have sex with someone, you don't have to love them, isn't it?"
"... guess so," Yuusuke agreed cautiously. "So... It's always --casual? You two... It doesn't mean a thing?"
He was faced with two sets of eyes, one red and the other yellow-greenish, that almost shouted YOU ARE A MORON at him. Yuusuke had a feeling he'd missed something once again.
"Of course it means something, just not love."
"Then WHAT?"
Disgusted, Hiei pushed away from the wall and jumped on one of the pegs holding the railing, crouching there to glare at the clouds.
"I regularly allow a demon of his age, cunning and level of power to be close to me when I'm lost in my orgasm and utterly defenseless. What does it mean for you?"
Blushing, Yuusuke got up, leaning back against the same railing to look the other way. "Besides too much information?"
Snarling, the small demon whirled around, his fist already surrounded by flames, his fangs bared up to the gums. Yuusuke instinctively jumped back, landing in a defensive crouch.
"It means trust, Yuusuke," Kurama whispered. "That's what it means."
He speared Yuusuke with his eyes-- they were entirely golden now, he noticed -- pinning him in place more surely than by actively restraining him. "I lied, you know. Demons can love, though apparently not as well and easily as humans. Which makes it more precious a feeling, in my opinion. But you can love someone tenderly and still not have it mean a thing either, because survival is more important than sentimentality. And fools who choose to die rather than kill or leave to die their beloved... well, they're bred out of the gene pool quickly enough. Do you understand?"
Yuusuke growled, clenching his fists. He had loved Keiko. In Kurama's opinion, it was apparently moronic. "... you're saying love is a liability."
"I'm saying loving someone doesn't mean you'll spare them if it's them or you, and it certainly doesn't mean THEY will spare YOU. Loving someone is no guarantee of anything."
The kitsune glanced at Hiei, who was looking away once again. Yuusuke knew him enough to understand that the conversation bothered him, embarrassed him; but yet he didn't move to shut Kurama up, and so the fox continued.
"Loving someone is not a guarantee... But-- but Hiei and me, we're about the same power level. We're a threat to each other. That we would allow ourselves to be so vulnerable around each other without fear -- do you really think our ability to trust in each other is worth so little?"
Sounds like love to me, Yuusuke thought, but he didn't say anything. After all, he'd never been very good at all that introspective stuff.
"You don't look convinced."
"I'm not," the short-haired one admitted with a grimace. "I just... It just seems so basic to me. So... d'you feel comfortable around each other?"
The two demons exchanged a wary look before answering.
"Yes."
"...Yes."
"You prefer to be in each other's company? Rather than, say... Kuwabara's?"
"Definitely," grumbled the fire demon. Kurama chuckled.
"But it's a no feelings attached kind of deal?"
"That's it," the redhead replied with a nod, smiling in a "he finally got it" way.
"... None at all? If, say, if the other died, would you get revenge?"
They exchanged a look again, their wariness returning. "... Well.. Yes."
"At the cost of your own life?"
Kurama snorted, and his ears -- when had they poked out of his red mane? -- flicked dismissively. "No." Hiei looked just as contemptuous over the idea.
"... ah." Yuusuke looked down at the floor. Yeah, when he thought about it, their behavior was that of very good friend, not star-crossed lovers -- heck, it was hilarious to imagine them as romantic in the first place. Even Kurama and his roses only had the potential for real romance when you didn't know him. Every shred of sentimentality he showed afterwards appeared clearly as a ploy. It was just-- well, they were just that close. And they seemed to hold trust above love anyway so it was probably better for them to be in trust than in love -- and now he was making up words. That was a sure sign he'd used his brain too much for the day.
Interrupting his train of thoughts, Hiei jumped from his perch and walked casually to the exit, only pausing by the doorway to glance back at him.
"I would give my life to avenge yours, though."
He left calmly, not looking back. Yuusuke stared at him until the door closed again, but even then he couldn't tear his eyes away.
"He... what?" he whispered, finally turning to gape at Kurama.
The fox gave him a tiny smile and leaned forward, chin resting in his hand, his elbow on his knee casually. "I'd only risk mine, but Hiei's always been more emotional than me."
Still need a title. File's been called love in the makai, but I don't think I'll keep it; it was just that I needed something to save it ^^; Definitely gonna be lemon, though; Jo is insisting. See! it's all her fault. ;__;
Please people, grab me and make me write on some GW.
joisbishmyoga is evil. She forces me write on this one fic all the time. I swear I didn't want to write demon!YuusukexHieixyouko!Kurama. ;_; it's all her fault. everyone knows how I hate threesomes, and demons, and biting and dominance/submission and and and... it wasnt me i promise don't hurt me
It's all post-series if anyone's wondering. they're living in the Makai by then.
It was night in the Makai, though that, in Yuusuke's experience, never did make a difference. No moon and no stars shone through the perpetual thick dark clouds; one could wonder where the light glow preventing the place from turning into a pitch black hole was coming from. Yuusuke didn't wonder anymore. The idle question had kept him entertained for about ten minutes on his first night before he decided he didn't give a shit; now, two years after his definitive move to Raizen's castle, he cared even less than back then.
On most nights there were at least some flashes, a few rolls of thunder keeping the stillness of the plains from getting to him with their boring deadness. But the season of storms -- one of the two seasons this layer of the Makai knew -- wasn't quite here yet and it seemed as if the dumb clouds were biding their time. And the darkness grew around the castle, and the thickness, the stillness of the atmosphere grew against his skin, and he wished for nothing more than a challenge, if only so he could light the place with his ki.
Not that busting heads wasn't a good enough reason on its own.
"Boooored," the young fighter whined as he flopped down on the terrace. He rolled on his front, an arm and a leg dangling in the void, and glowered angrily at the wide stretch of land offered to his eyes. Sure, so high on Raizen's tower, he could see for miles and miles. But what good was it when no one living on these lands --HIS lands-- presented a challenge ? Why, he ought to push for a law to make ten hours of martial arts training a day a minimum... ah, hell, who was he kidding. Staying alive down there made power levels rise like no safe training could. And he still got no challenges.
The old hag had been dead of old age for a year and a week. Or two. He didn't count that closely, though he did make an effort to keep track of time the way it flew through the Ningenkai, as difficult as that was here. Kuwabara-- now 37, still living with Yukina, still raising their adopted daughter together. He didn't fight anymore. He had never been a challenge, and had ceased to be even mildly entertaining an adversary fifteen years ago, after that bad break of his knee that never healed right. Atsuko had once again shacked up with that guy who may or may not be Yuusuke's father and was up to her eyeballs in married bliss and domestic disturbance. About once a year she remembered to send a message to him. "Having fun. Great parties this year. Dumped that idiot again; ah well, there's more fishes in the sea. Don't you fucking dare die." Stuff like that.
Keiko had been married for four years now. Or so.
He didn't count that closely.
"You are begging for a sword in the back," growled a low voice by the door.
Yuusuke couldn't find the energy to sit up, so he just turned his head, letting his other cheek press against the cool wood, and glared at Hiei's feet. And showed him his middle finger, in that gesture that Mukuro called "so charmingly human," in that sarcastic tone of voice that made him want rip out her metallic arm and bash her head in with it.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Get up. Don't keep this position in front of me."
Yuusuke blinked and pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking quizzically at the fire demon. He had sounded -- well, annoyed of course; when Hiei didn't sound annoyed it was time to get worried -- but something else also. Unnerved? Maybe, a little. It was hard to tell. But he knew better than to ask. He WOULD get a sword through his back for offending the guy.
"Why the hell are you here nagging me anyway?" Yuusuke grunted as he sat up, a leg still dangling in the air. "I thought you'd still be catching up with Kurama. It's not often he can come by."
Hiei snorted, crossing his arms as if to prevent himself from being tempted to pull his sword out and skewer him. "That's right, so why are you here pretending to be a limp fur just ripped off a kitsune's back instead of -- hearing his news?"
Yuusuke snorted, deciding to ignore the almost imperceptible hesitation. "Limp fur?" he repeated, vaguely amused. This must be yet another of these weird Makai sayings. Even after so long here, he still regularly discovered new turns of phrases.
"No spine and no guts," Hiei grunted as explanation. "Now get up and come."
Yuusuke blinked. Why was he insisting so much? Here Yuusuke tried to be subtly helpful by leaving him alone with the fox and the stupid firebrat wanted to drag him back. He was fine. He could deal with being alone for a few hours while they caught up with each other.
"But don't you have things to say to each other?" he asked, bewildered but trying to hide it by scratching his hair casually.
Hiei blinked. "Nothing you can't hear, moron."
"What's taking you two so long?"
Kurama was leaning against the doorframe. Yuusuke was startled to realize that for once he was in his human guise, though there were silver locks in his violently red hair. The kitsune had been losing the habit of taking that shape lately.
"The idiot imagines that we have things to say that don't imply him," Hiei replied sarcastically, still watching Yuusuke with a frown.
Kurama blinked his yellowish green eyes at him, then at Hiei, then bit his lip to keep its corners from tilting up. For a second Yuusuke felt like rolling back and letting himself fall down the tower. He'd gotten it all wrong and now the damn kitsune was laughing at him. That was what he got for trying to be subtle. He should stick with his strengths. And maybe beat Kurama up for mocking him, damn bastard.
"What are you laughing for, fox?"
Hiei sounded annoyed now, glowering at both of them. Kurama shrugged.
"Yuusuke's thinking human again."
Hiei threw a sidelong glare Yuusuke's way. "Feh. We told you to stop that."
"Wait, whadd'ya mean?" protested the young man. "How am I thinking human?"
That was one habit he couldn't get rid of. He knew that demons had different behaviors and expectations, but there were some rules he got right away and some that refused to make sense. He wouldn’t have thought that mattered --if he offended someone inadvertently he would apologize if he thought it was deserved, and if the apology wasn't accepted he'd kick their asses and that would be the end of it, because powerful demons had every right-- except in some cases it did. In some cases being honestly sorry of offending wasn't enough, and now when he started a war it wasn't just him and his friends against whoever challenged him; sometimes it was him, and his subordinates, and the people who lived on his lands doing nothing but trying to survive. So against all odds, he was actually trying to make himself learn even when it seemed tedious and counterintuitive and just plain stupid, when at school if he hadn't grasped it the first time he would just consider the lesson useless and forget.
"Yuusuke... It was very... nice and thoughtful" --snicker-- "to want to leave us some alone time, but... We are not... Dating, or anything."
Yuusuke's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he glared challengingly at the laughing redhead. "How d'you explain the noises in the bushes the last time you sparred, then?"
Hiei blinked. "So it was you. The stupid fox insisted that it was a bird," he added with a snort.
Yuusuke groaned. He had hoped for a denial. "So you... uhm-- you really were-- Kurama, stop laughing or I swear I'll strangle you with your own damn tails!!"
The fire demon gave the fox a long look. "What's so funny? So he caught us fucking. So?"
Yuusuke spluttered, and Kurama started laughing even harder.
"Will you stop laughing?!" he growled, gathering ki at the tip of his finger in warning. Hiei stepped on the side casually, putting himself out of the way of an eventual reygun.
"I'm stopping, I'm stopping. Sorry." Kurama didn't look particularly repentant.
"Yuusuke isn't the only one to be annoyed, Kurama. Now explain what's so funny." He turned to look at Yuusuke, frowning at him as if the short-haired boy was a peculiar new species of demon, the kind that looks sort of ridiculous but that you can't dismiss outright because you've never seen one of them before and what if they keep a nasty surprise under the pink polka dots? "You left because you thought we wanted to fuck? That's stupid. It's just sex. It could have waited."
Yuusuke wondered when he'd become such a prude. In his days as a delinquent he'd had hundreds of conversations about sexual positions and cunts and dicks and whatnot, but somehow the bragging and crude jokes seemed fit for nuns faced with Hiei's total casualness. Caught fucking with your male best friend? So what.
"Ehh..."
"Yuusuke. You're thinking human again," Kurama told him. He had mercifully stopped laughing and was now showing his serene, patient teacher face.
"Yeah, fine, I got that. How am I thinking human? Explain to me. You know I'm stupid like that."
Briefly, he wished that Hiei would leave; he didn't like looking stupid in front of the sarcastic fire demon. Looking stupid in front of Kurama was already embarrassing, even though the fox knew better than to mock him too long. When you made a mistake in front of Hiei, you could read it in his eyes forever -- he never forgot.
But the small demon didn't seem like he was bored; actually he was watching Kurama too, waiting for the explanation. Great. Just great. Couldn't he have chosen another day to be curious about human culture?
"Demons don't date. Demons don't marry. Frankly... as far as sex is concerned, casual is the name of the game."
Hiei blinked, puzzled. "Demons do marry, but what does that have to do with sex?"
Kurama threw him an irritated look. "You're going to confuse Yuusuke, Hiei!"
Indeed he was. "Wait, wait. So do they marry or don't they? "
The fox sighed loudly. "They marry to seal alliances. It's basically a contract, nothing more, nothing less. It implies that the offspring will inherit from both the parents, which is why they cannot have sex outside of the marriage with fertile companions, but that is all. Demons don't lust after someone first and marry them second. They take a look at their power or possessions and decide to enter the contract. The fact that they can't have sex with an outsider later on is secondary. And we're wandering away from the subject."
The young man blinked a few times, trying to assimilate the information dump he'd just be victim of. Kurama took a look at his face and sighed again, sitting almost heavily on a little stone bench against the wall.
"Demons don't marry for love. They marry for power or alliances. This is because demons don't love, and sex doesn't mean a thing."
"See, you can use sentences with less than ten words in them," Yuusuke quipped, taking an innocent air that fitted him very poorly. "So, uhm. What do you mean, doesn't mean a thing? If it doesn't, then why have sex in the first place?" Maybe there was something about having sex as a demon which made it less overwhelmingly good. It had seemed to go normally that time with Keiko, but then he'd just died for the second time and maybe his transformation into a demon hadn't been complete.
"You were right, he really went human on us on that one," Hiei commented, in a tone that couldn't decide between amazed and mocking. Or maybe it decided just fine and he was just amazed at his stupidity. "It means that it feels good. That's all it means. What else could it mean?"
Yuusuke crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at them both. "Well, I don't know, that you-- that you..."
"Love each other?" replied Kurama, in a tone that was just a little too sharp to be considered gentle. "The only being I love is Mother, and even most of that is due to gratefulness for being cared for as a defenseless cub. And the only being Hiei loves is his sister, though I'm not even sure it would be called love by human standards. They're twins. They're part of each other."
Hiei's expression darkened; he was always touchy about Yukina, and their peculiar, stunted relationship being used as an example of some strange human feeling didn't sit well with him.
"If you mention my sister and fucking in the same reasoning ever again, I will castrate you."
Yuusuke shuddered and crossed his legs, even though Kurama appeared unruffled. "He didn't mean it like that!! There are many sorts of love, that's all -- familial love and, uhm, --romantic love, and..."
"If it's different, why does it have the same name?"
Yuusuke groaned and let his shoulders slump. "Oh, shut up, how should I know? There are ways of loving that don't mean you want to jump their bones as well, that's all."
"So," Kurama replied in his teacher voice again, "this means that when you love someone, you don't have to fuck them, and when you have sex with someone, you don't have to love them, isn't it?"
"... guess so," Yuusuke agreed cautiously. "So... It's always --casual? You two... It doesn't mean a thing?"
He was faced with two sets of eyes, one red and the other yellow-greenish, that almost shouted YOU ARE A MORON at him. Yuusuke had a feeling he'd missed something once again.
"Of course it means something, just not love."
"Then WHAT?"
Disgusted, Hiei pushed away from the wall and jumped on one of the pegs holding the railing, crouching there to glare at the clouds.
"I regularly allow a demon of his age, cunning and level of power to be close to me when I'm lost in my orgasm and utterly defenseless. What does it mean for you?"
Blushing, Yuusuke got up, leaning back against the same railing to look the other way. "Besides too much information?"
Snarling, the small demon whirled around, his fist already surrounded by flames, his fangs bared up to the gums. Yuusuke instinctively jumped back, landing in a defensive crouch.
"It means trust, Yuusuke," Kurama whispered. "That's what it means."
He speared Yuusuke with his eyes-- they were entirely golden now, he noticed -- pinning him in place more surely than by actively restraining him. "I lied, you know. Demons can love, though apparently not as well and easily as humans. Which makes it more precious a feeling, in my opinion. But you can love someone tenderly and still not have it mean a thing either, because survival is more important than sentimentality. And fools who choose to die rather than kill or leave to die their beloved... well, they're bred out of the gene pool quickly enough. Do you understand?"
Yuusuke growled, clenching his fists. He had loved Keiko. In Kurama's opinion, it was apparently moronic. "... you're saying love is a liability."
"I'm saying loving someone doesn't mean you'll spare them if it's them or you, and it certainly doesn't mean THEY will spare YOU. Loving someone is no guarantee of anything."
The kitsune glanced at Hiei, who was looking away once again. Yuusuke knew him enough to understand that the conversation bothered him, embarrassed him; but yet he didn't move to shut Kurama up, and so the fox continued.
"Loving someone is not a guarantee... But-- but Hiei and me, we're about the same power level. We're a threat to each other. That we would allow ourselves to be so vulnerable around each other without fear -- do you really think our ability to trust in each other is worth so little?"
Sounds like love to me, Yuusuke thought, but he didn't say anything. After all, he'd never been very good at all that introspective stuff.
"You don't look convinced."
"I'm not," the short-haired one admitted with a grimace. "I just... It just seems so basic to me. So... d'you feel comfortable around each other?"
The two demons exchanged a wary look before answering.
"Yes."
"...Yes."
"You prefer to be in each other's company? Rather than, say... Kuwabara's?"
"Definitely," grumbled the fire demon. Kurama chuckled.
"But it's a no feelings attached kind of deal?"
"That's it," the redhead replied with a nod, smiling in a "he finally got it" way.
"... None at all? If, say, if the other died, would you get revenge?"
They exchanged a look again, their wariness returning. "... Well.. Yes."
"At the cost of your own life?"
Kurama snorted, and his ears -- when had they poked out of his red mane? -- flicked dismissively. "No." Hiei looked just as contemptuous over the idea.
"... ah." Yuusuke looked down at the floor. Yeah, when he thought about it, their behavior was that of very good friend, not star-crossed lovers -- heck, it was hilarious to imagine them as romantic in the first place. Even Kurama and his roses only had the potential for real romance when you didn't know him. Every shred of sentimentality he showed afterwards appeared clearly as a ploy. It was just-- well, they were just that close. And they seemed to hold trust above love anyway so it was probably better for them to be in trust than in love -- and now he was making up words. That was a sure sign he'd used his brain too much for the day.
Interrupting his train of thoughts, Hiei jumped from his perch and walked casually to the exit, only pausing by the doorway to glance back at him.
"I would give my life to avenge yours, though."
He left calmly, not looking back. Yuusuke stared at him until the door closed again, but even then he couldn't tear his eyes away.
"He... what?" he whispered, finally turning to gape at Kurama.
The fox gave him a tiny smile and leaned forward, chin resting in his hand, his elbow on his knee casually. "I'd only risk mine, but Hiei's always been more emotional than me."
Still need a title. File's been called love in the makai, but I don't think I'll keep it; it was just that I needed something to save it ^^; Definitely gonna be lemon, though; Jo is insisting. See! it's all her fault. ;__;
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"The idiot imagines that we have things to say that don't imply him," Hiei replied sarcastically, still watching Yuusuke with a frown.
Maybe you meant involve or concern instead of imply? >.> Anyway. You want to work on GW? Garou!! ;__; Otherwise, I'm looking forward to reading the rest of this! *grin*
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Yes, anyway...
MWEEHEE! XD I loved! I've never seen/read YYH, but I still enjoyed this fic. XD
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Luckily, I was stealing from a friend who really really likes it, so I didn't shred it.
But I like the fic. ^^
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*pets the icon*
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also, yes maybe that was what i meant, but i am teh tired and cannot think. so: i love you, and will consider your advice tomorrow. =__=
garou? i don't know what you're talking about
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Only 6 days a week, dear. I have Sundays off.
>>She forces me write on this one fic all the time.
*fakes haughty offense* Do you see chains binding you to your keyboard? Whips in my hand? You do not. (Jo's cat: Because she's hiding them under her chair...)
>>I swear I didn't want to write demon!YuusukexHieixyouko!Kurama. ;_; it's all her fault.
Your idea. I just... pounced on it like a muse with a plot bunny. *smirk* It's a particularly tasty bunny, btw. More, please!
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J'aime beaucoup en tout cas :p
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