Sterotypes

Disclaimer: Not my characters.

Warnings: I don't really know just yet, so, I'll have to change the description as i figure it out. I'm also doing this a lot differently than I have done any of my other stories. My other Hiei/Kurama stories were all pre-written, but this one is being written as I go, so, I'm just hoping that I have a good point to end on as I get there, but I must warn you that this might get rewritten a few times.

Oh, and there's a flash back scene in this chapter, but it doesn't say flashback start/end, and one leads into another, but it's not too hard to understand... I hope...

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This is a story that shows how people reduce others to nothing but a stereotype, whether that be good, the way Hiei sees Kurama as the perfect angel, or bad, how Kurama views Hiei as just another dumb jock. When the two are finally forced to talk and work together how do these things change?

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Chapter 1: The Football Captain's Glory

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The game was basically over by the halftime with cheerleaders creating pyramids and doing half splits to distract the spectators from the fact that the football players were absolutely disgusting looking as they drenched themselves in watered down Gatorade. As soon as the short skirts were off the field the amazingly short quarterback led his team to the field where they gathered into a huddle to decide on a course of action.

“Hn,” Hiei nodded as the group broke to line up. “Hut!” he shouted and the ball was tossed back to him. Easily dodging the oversized line men, the quarterback weaved to and fro with ease before getting the signal from one of his teammates. Almost three quarters of the field separated him from his target. This was his favorite kind of play, he could throw as hard as he wanted to get the ball to its target, and it made him happy to use as much strength as possible. No true skill needed just the feel of the ball in his hand and the rush of air as suddenly lobbed the ball unknown many yards away.

“Yay! Yeah!” shouts would fill the bleachers as yet another touchdown was scored

Hoots and hollers were blared as the time ran down to zero. The dragons had won thirty-six to twelve. The amazingly short but talented quarter back was thrown over one of the tallest player’s shoulders and found himself being pranced around the field.

“Put me down, you idiot,” the deep voice growled through the mouth guard.
“Aw, come on, Hiei,” another player came up as he was pulling off his sweat filled helmet to reveal the greasy hair that would be slicked back if it hadn’t been for the necessary headgear, “you pretty much won the game single handedly. All we had to do was catch a ball.”

“Hn, get me off this moron’s shoulder right now,” he demanded gruffly, but it was hard to do when he kept being jumped up and down.

“Be careful, Hiei, your girlfriend’s watching us,” the teenager laughed at the quickly temper loosing friend.

“How many times do I have to tell you that that stupid bitch is not my fucking girlfriend,” he seethed.

“Not that one,” he nodded to the school’s library window. A tall, slender body stood in the large plane of glass.

“Oh…” Hiei blushed as he noticed who Yusuke was referring to as Kuwabara finally put him down. That one stupid night with the boys and lots of beer had made his tongue rather loose, and he spilled his crush on the beautiful and popular student. Kuwabara hadn’t taken too well to him wanting a relationship with another man, but the day Hiei started to care about what that fool thought was the day that he… he… told the redhead how he felt.

Kurama… that was the boy’s name… he was beautiful and absolutely perfect in every way. He was a straight ‘A’ student, senior class president, captain of the track team, and voted prom king both years. One problem with Hiei’s crush was that they had never talked after the first time that they met when they crashed into one another in the hallway within the first few days of Hiei’s transfer.


He could remember it like it was only yesterday, it had been the first good thing to happen to him. The beautiful redhead hadn’t been paying attention and neither had he when the two toppled to the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” the soft alto voice said against his ear, and Hiei felt his stomach start to flip flop inside. At first he thought that he had become sick, but his face started to heat up and he could tell that his cheeks had just turned bright red. The emerald green eyes stared down at him in utter surprise, “Are you okay?”

“Y… Hn,” Hiei had tried to recover himself as the much taller boy stood up and offered his hand. Looking at the long, pale fingers Hiei shook his head and got up on his own.

“Are you a freshman?”

“Sophomore.”

“Oh? I didn’t know we took transfers, I don’t remember you. Wait, are you the transfer student from Okinawa? You’re here for the football team, right?”

“Hn.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I hope you do well here. Our football team could definitely use your help if you’re anywhere near as good as they say you are.”

All Hiei could do was nod like the idiot he felt he was the second the redhead disappeared. Damn it, he hadn’t even gotten his name.


“So, dude…” the great buffoon laughed loudly as he nearly fell out of his chair, “how… how did you know that… that, that you were… you were…" he gave a confused expression when a loud belch escaped his gullet, what was he asking? "You like boys?”

“I don’t like boys,” his tongue was loosened by the last few shots of vodka, “I like Kurama,” a small, but evil chuckle made its way from Hiei’s throat.

Yusuke had just fallen to the floor in a serious fit of laughter at Hiei’s feet when Hiei turned a bright red, the alcohol obviously going to his head. “Kurama and Hiei sitting in a tree," he was soon joined by Kuwabara's off-key tune, "f-u-c-k-i-n-g! First comes love then comes sex then comes someone with a something or other…” they drowned out near the end, but their laughter remained loud and obnoxious. Soon they were both joined by a much smaller teenager beating the crap out of them, but they were all too drunk to feel any pain until the next morning.


“Yo! Hiei!” the raven haired teen shook his football captain, “You alright, man, you been staring at the window for five minutes. Kurama's already gone.”

Shaking his head clear, Hiei huffed and headed to the locker room after his teammates.

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“You’re kidding, right?” Hiei nearly growled at his history teacher.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” the old woman would more than likely smack him if they hadn’t been in school.

“Come on, Genkai Granny,” Yusuke pleaded, “you know that if he doesn’t keep up his ‘C’ average Hiei can’t play football.”

“Hn.”

“You think that I care about your football, boys? Besides Yusuke, you should be worrying about yourself. You’re on the very cusp of failing as well.”

“Heh heh,” Yusuke scratched the back of his head, “Gotta go,” but the old woman had a tight grip on his shirt and Yusuke ended up falling backwards, falling on his ass.

“I don’t think so. I have decided that you both need tutoring, but since neither of you ever listen to me, and let things sink into those thick skulls of yours, I’ve decided to get student tutors for the both of you.”

“What! We have to get lectured by people our own age now? What makes you think I’m going to listen to some nerdy little wuss?”

“No, I intend that Miss Keiko Yukimura help you with your…”

“Oh, no!” he looked over at the brunette that was entering the room with a smug smile.

“Come along, Yusuke,” she immediately grabbed the taller boy by the ear and pulled him out the door, “we’re going to study, and if you don’t pay attention…”

Hiei winced slightly, he knew whatever Keiko would say would be deadly, and had no interest in hearing the usually empty threats.

“As for you, Hiei,” Genkai turned to her only student that she didn’t have to crane her neck to look at, “You…”

“I don’t have a girlfriend for you to threaten me with into studying for you damn tests.”

“Yes, that’s true, so I’ve had to turn to my best student to ask a favor he should be here in a few minutes if you’ll sit down, and I’ll explain the paper that you can write to make up for the last three tests, I believe it is, that you failed.”

“Four,” Hiei corrected, slumping into the closest desk, and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long day. He had been called up to talk to his history teacher before, but it was usually just a warning. She wasn’t all that bad. Pretty cool actually. She knew more about what was going on in her surrounding than a teacher probably should though. Hiei was proven by the nest two minutes.

“Ah, Shuichi, you’re here,” he could hear the woman thanking who ever had just come in, obviously his tutor to be.

“Of course,” Hiei knew that voice. The soft, subtle masculine yet feminine alto was always in the back of Hiei’s thoughts. He had only heard the redhead speak a few times, and only once was it really towards him, but he was sure to keep the voice logged in the back of his mind at all times, “Sorry I’m late. I had to clean up the lab in my last class.”

“It’s no problem at all. I assume you know our football captain, Hiei Jaganshi?”

“Yes, I believe we’ve run into one another in the hall, am I correct?” his dazzling smile nearly makes Hiei melt into a gelatinous ooze.

“Hn,” Hiei nodded, jerkily.

“Alright, take the brat away,” Genkai demanded, and headed for the door, “I’m going home. I’m done for the day.”

“So, Hiei,” the redhead settled in the seat next to the one Hiei was completely reclined in, “what do you think it is that you need help in?”

A shrug was all Hiei responded.

“That’s not an answer,” Kurama scolded lightly.

Staring defiantly at the redhead, “Hn.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak grunt.”

This earned him one of Hiei’s fierce scowls, which scared over half the school, and the other half understood the warning that this wasn’t just a façade that Hiei was putting up, but Kurama didn’t seem to care.

“I don’t recommend that,” he said coolly, “your face might freeze, and I don’t think that you’ll want to go through life looking like that.”

This time Hiei growled.

“No, you see I don’t speak grunting or growling,” Kurama shook his head, “I knew I should have taken those classes.”

“Shut up.”

“Ah, finally, something I understand,” he smiled sweetly.

“Why the hell does everyone think that you’re so great?” ‘Why the hell did I think you were so great?’

“I don’t really know what you’re talking about Hiei. I’m just here to help you pass history so you can keep playing your football games,” he pulled out the thick textbook and slammed it on the desk. “I know that Ms. Genkai has requested that you write a paper to make up for those quizzes that you failed. I believe the topic is on the Ainu.

“We can start on where they are from…”

Over an hour later, Hiei was completely asleep on Kurama's shoulder, and a vein was throbbing in the redhead’s forehead, “Hi-ei!”

“Hmph,” the shorter boy slumped further into his chest with a slight murmuring. “You’re very pretty.”

“Who?” Kurama suddenly raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of him.

“You…” mumbled between the thin lips.

“Who am I?” he smiled. He wondered who the stoic young man could like, probably the orange haired girl that’s always following him around.

“Kurama… who the fuck do you think you are?” Hiei sat up glaring at the stunned redhead.

“Um, sorry, you fell asleep on me, and were saying some… thing, and I just…um…”

“Hn.”

“Stop that. I don’t know what ‘hn’ means.”

“It means I’m bored and going home,” he stood and headed for the door.

“Don’t you dare walk out that door,” Kurama stood defiantly as the shorter boy turned to face him.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“You can’t give up on your grades. These are important to your future.”

“I don’t think that a history paper will be able to define my future.”

“You’re going to fail history, get kicked off the football team, lose the scholarship I know that you need to get into college and then where will you be?”

“Professional football?”

“You’re going to go into professional football?” Kurama seemed to scoff as he took a few steps toward the other boy.

“Yeah,” Hiei snarled, closing the gap between him and Kurama with a few more steps, “what do you find so funny about it?”

There was a flash of bright red hair as Hiei felt himself being thrown to the ground on his stomach and his right arms was pulled behind his back at a painful angle, “And if I were to break your arm right now… what would you do? Do you think that you could get into professional football with a broken arm?”

“You’re threatening me?”

"Mm," he seemed to think about it for a few seconds, "yes."

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~TBC~ as soon as I figure out what needs to be continued.