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anythingdrabbleTitle: Sickness
Fandom: YuYu Hakusho
Characters/Pairings: Kurama/Hiei
Word Count: 500
Rating: General,
Notes/Summary: Hiei finds himself caring for Kurama.
"Man, you look as bad Kurama!" Yusuke taunts, firing a shot at the small demon.
His visit to Yusuke's abode means nothing. He merely means to test the detective's abilities, slice him in half, and depart in five minutes flat. However, word of Kurama's sickness coming from Yusuke's careless comment has Hiei staying longer than he likes.
"What?" Hiei hisses. The swordsman freezes, grounding himself.
"Oh shit, you didn't hear?" Yusuke takes the chance to throw a punch, but Hiei dodges. "Kurama got sick. They don't know what's up with him!"
Red eyes narrow to slits as Hiei leans back.
"He's sick." Hiei repeats.
"Yea—" Yusuke shouts in response.
The youko is sick.
The black figure disappears in a flash. His ash and wood smell barely trails, and that's saying something.
"Hey, we weren't done yet!" Yusuke shouts angrily.
Yusuke's all for Hiei's speed when it isn't being used against him. And that's what fucking sucks about the fire demon's speed, really; t'll take all day to find him, and by then, it won't be worth it.
The detective sighs.
—
Kurama's eyes hold a soft haze as they meet his.
"Greetings, Hiei." His voice reminds Hiei of the Makai's golden desert sands, rough and stripping. "To what do I owe this visit?"
"You're sick."
The fire demon steps out the window.
Kurama chuckles.
"Yes, I'm sick." He answers the statement—question, really— and pats an empty spot of the bed he's lying on.
Hiei raises a brow. His expertise isn't illness, but proximity breeds more, doesn't it?
"It's a human illness." Kurama explains. "You can't pick it up."
There's a tug of temptation to take the offer, but that's not what Hiei came for. How the plantmaster has fallen sick is beyond Hiei, but as his partner, he'll see to it that his ally is cared for fitly.
Hiei is not a human to share social niceties with.
"Where are your medicine books?" Hiei demands. He strolls by the bed to the bookshelf beside it. Surely, it isn't there. Too obvious.
If Kurama has fallen sick and he's in bed, he's either tried everything or he hasn't the will to experiment on human ailments. Or perhaps Kurama is simply recovering.
Whatever the case, if Hiei must peer into the other demon's belongings, then so be it.
(Hiei secretly revels in the chance; after all, wise-demons like Kurama keep their secrets to themselves. It's rare to see such documents. Hiei doesn't value such stuff, but from Kurama. strangely, he might.)
"The red 'Botany & Zoology' book. There's an infinite scroll inside."
Kurama lets him grab it. A small pride blooms in the fire demon's chest.
Hiei walks by, and Kurama darts a hand to clutch the demon's wrist.
"Thank you." Kurama smiles, their gazes meeting. It's so honest that Hiei looks away and can't bear to look up until the smile's faded.
Hiei snatches his wrist away.
Kurama is grateful. Hiei hasn't done anything yet.
Sentimental.
His wrist burns warmly.
"Whatever."
Fandom: YuYu Hakusho
Characters/Pairings: Kurama/Hiei
Word Count: 500
Rating: General,
Notes/Summary: Hiei finds himself caring for Kurama.
"Man, you look as bad Kurama!" Yusuke taunts, firing a shot at the small demon.
His visit to Yusuke's abode means nothing. He merely means to test the detective's abilities, slice him in half, and depart in five minutes flat. However, word of Kurama's sickness coming from Yusuke's careless comment has Hiei staying longer than he likes.
"What?" Hiei hisses. The swordsman freezes, grounding himself.
"Oh shit, you didn't hear?" Yusuke takes the chance to throw a punch, but Hiei dodges. "Kurama got sick. They don't know what's up with him!"
Red eyes narrow to slits as Hiei leans back.
"He's sick." Hiei repeats.
"Yea—" Yusuke shouts in response.
The youko is sick.
The black figure disappears in a flash. His ash and wood smell barely trails, and that's saying something.
"Hey, we weren't done yet!" Yusuke shouts angrily.
Yusuke's all for Hiei's speed when it isn't being used against him. And that's what fucking sucks about the fire demon's speed, really; t'll take all day to find him, and by then, it won't be worth it.
The detective sighs.
—
Kurama's eyes hold a soft haze as they meet his.
"Greetings, Hiei." His voice reminds Hiei of the Makai's golden desert sands, rough and stripping. "To what do I owe this visit?"
"You're sick."
The fire demon steps out the window.
Kurama chuckles.
"Yes, I'm sick." He answers the statement—question, really— and pats an empty spot of the bed he's lying on.
Hiei raises a brow. His expertise isn't illness, but proximity breeds more, doesn't it?
"It's a human illness." Kurama explains. "You can't pick it up."
There's a tug of temptation to take the offer, but that's not what Hiei came for. How the plantmaster has fallen sick is beyond Hiei, but as his partner, he'll see to it that his ally is cared for fitly.
Hiei is not a human to share social niceties with.
"Where are your medicine books?" Hiei demands. He strolls by the bed to the bookshelf beside it. Surely, it isn't there. Too obvious.
If Kurama has fallen sick and he's in bed, he's either tried everything or he hasn't the will to experiment on human ailments. Or perhaps Kurama is simply recovering.
Whatever the case, if Hiei must peer into the other demon's belongings, then so be it.
(Hiei secretly revels in the chance; after all, wise-demons like Kurama keep their secrets to themselves. It's rare to see such documents. Hiei doesn't value such stuff, but from Kurama. strangely, he might.)
"The red 'Botany & Zoology' book. There's an infinite scroll inside."
Kurama lets him grab it. A small pride blooms in the fire demon's chest.
Hiei walks by, and Kurama darts a hand to clutch the demon's wrist.
"Thank you." Kurama smiles, their gazes meeting. It's so honest that Hiei looks away and can't bear to look up until the smile's faded.
Hiei snatches his wrist away.
Kurama is grateful. Hiei hasn't done anything yet.
Sentimental.
His wrist burns warmly.
"Whatever."
