If They'd Been Human

I just want to share my stupidity with my readers. I like to reread my stories when I get writer's block, and since a lot of my stories are over 50 pages long I tend to forget that they're my stories so I get to the point near the end and I'm thinking 'Wow, this stories pretty good, I wonder how it will end...' once I get to the last sentence, 'No, I want to know what happens next,' after realization, 'Shit, it's my story, I have to work for the ending... Damn it I have to think!"

Okay, I'm done, sorry.

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Chapter Eight: A Real Relationship? Or Heartbreak?

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“Hang on, ow, that hurts.”

“This was your idea, why did you want do it like this?”

“Because,” Kurama cooed into Hiei’s ear.

“Argh, this is uncomfortable.”

“Stop whining and move around a little, my leg’s falling asleep.”

“If I keep moving it’ll spill.”

“Just be careful.”

“That’s it,” he sighed getting off of Kurama's lap, “I’m eating in my own seat.”

Kurama pouted as Hiei climbed on to the ground next to him, settling down much more comfortably, wincing at his bruised ass.

“Damn you Kurama,” Hiei hissed.

“Oh sorry, baby, did I hurt your cute little ass do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”

“Hn.”

“Or should you punish me?” Kurama leaned in closer, licking Hiei’s ear, “Do you want to hurt me? Control me?”

“Kurama,” Hiei backed away a bit, holding the bowl to his chest, “you’re scaring me.”

“Why? What’s wrong, my dragon?” Kurama crawled on top of Hiei, pushing him to the ground after placing the dish on the table, “Don’t you want to punish me for what I did? Do you want to make my ass hurt just as much?”

“Stop it,” Hiei growled, pushing the redhead off of him.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Kurama couldn’t figure out what was going on. He had never been rejected sexually. NEVER.

“You’re treating me like one of your customers.”

Kurama retreated back into himself, “I-I, no… I was just…”

Hiei rolled his ruby eyes, “Just… just stop it… it’s creeping me out.”

“Hiei, I –I didn’t mean to. I guess it was just a reflex sort of thing...”

Hiei just got even more angry, “Just stop it, okay?”

Kurama just nodded, hiding his sadness with his hair.

“Come here,” Hiei sighed, holding the object of his affection in his strong arms, stroking the bright red mane.

Relaxing into the petting, Kurama nestled into Hiei’s arms, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For what I am.”

“Stupid redhead,” Hiei huffed, but when Kurama seemed to get even more depressed, Hiei pulled away a little so their eyes could meet.

“What?”

“I love you.”

That did it, a smile crept over Kurama's beautiful face, “I love you, too,” and pressed their lips together for a brief minute.

Hiei pulled away with an evil looking smirk in his eyes, “So, about that punishment thing…”

Kurama's emerald eyes grew wide for a second before settling into a half closed, seductive look, “Mmm…do you really want to punish me?”

“Maybe I do,” Hiei gave Kurama a long slow, tongue filled kiss that left Kurama feeling hard before releasing the redhead, “but first I want to eat.”

“Hey,” he pouted as his boyfriend started to slurp at his chili, but went on to eat his own, “I can’t believe you let me be on top.”

“Hn?” he raised an eyebrow over his bowl, looking at his lover.

“You don’t seem the type to let anyone be on top.”

Hiei shrugged, “Truthfully, I kind of liked it…”

“Really?”

“… I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter, I mean… as long as it’s with you…” his cheeks suddenly went bright red.

“Stop talking or you might make me jump you again.”

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In school the following Monday, everyone had heard about the boys’ out-ed kiss, but of course that didn’t stop any of the girls from liking Kurama at all. Actually, it made him even more popular with the boys, who now thought that they might have a chance with the red haired beauty, but Kurama still denied all of their advances.

After school everyday he would go out to meet with his boyfriend and kiss him goodbye before the shorter boy had to go off to work at the ramen restaurant while he went back into school to attend his club meetings.

About a month after they had made up, the two decided to go on a date. Or rather, Kurama wanted to go on a date, and had to beg Hiei to go. After school on Friday, Kurama came out with his usual swarm of girls following him, begging him for his attention, offering little baked goods and other things like chocolate. Always unsure of what to do, he took the gifts with small thanks. Hiei managed to scare away all the girls and few boys with a mere scowl.

“Hiei!” Kurama smiled, and ran to his shorter lover, wrapping his arms around Hiei’s shoulders, pressing Hiei’s face into his flat, but muscled chest.

The crimson eyed boy just pulled away with a small huff, “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Alright, dragon,” he draped an arm over Hiei’s shoulder as they walked off to the nearby movie theater.

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Two hours later, most of which was spent with Kurama trying to molest, kiss, and lick Hiei in the dark room…

The couple walked out in to the still bright sun, covering their eyes from the light.

“I told you you’d grope me the entire time.”

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“That was embarrassing,” Hiei sighed.

“Why’s that? Because you got a hard on, or that we almost got caught with you with a hard on?”

“It’s not my fault. I wouldn’t have had one if a certain redhead would stop groping me in the middle of the fight scenes.”

“Hey, I didn’t pull you into my lap.”

“It was better than you trying to give me a lap dance in the middle of it.”

“I thought you were getting bored.”

“Hn,” he crossed his arms over his chest as he was pulled into a hug with a nice kiss on his cheek.

They were on their way to the new restaurant when they were cut off by a familiar squat, pug faced boy, and the warmth around Hiei’s shoulders was suddenly ripped away.

“What the-?” Hiei turned to see that his love was now pressed against a tall thug with a knife at his throat. Frozen, Hiei could only stare his Kurama struggled a little before the knife slipped, cutting his pale neck the slightest bit, letting a drop of blood spill from it. It sent Hiei over the edge of sanity. In an inhuman speed, he grasped the hand with what turned out to be a small dagger and twisted the arm behind the owners back, nearly breaking it in two or three.

“Hiei,” Kurama flicked away the bit of blood, “don’t.”

“But…”

“It’s okay,” Kurama smiled weakly.

“Yeah, everything’s just fine.” Takashi said with an annoyingly smug smile, “Now come to me, my little vixen.”

“What did he just call you?” Hiei’s temper went off the scale, but was stopped before he could get to the fat idiot by a long lithe arm that he was now used to being wrapped in, “Kurama?”

“Ah, look at the lovebirds,” the pug faced, greasy punk snickered, “too bad I have to break it up. Oh, wait, I love it.”

“What is he talking about?” Hiei seethed with rage.

“I-I’m sorry, Hiei.” Kurama started to tear up, “Please don’t hate me.”

“What is going on?” he demanded, his hands balling into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.

“I’m sorry,” his entire body started to shake.

“You’ve said that. Now tell me what’s going on.”

“Yes, my little cutie. Why don’t you tell your poor little lover what’s been going on behind his back when he’s been working at that cute little ramen place or off fighting with his pathetic gang?”

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Hiei snarled, turning to Kurama waiting for him to deny it, but the denial never came. “God… you’re still a whore?”

“I’m not a-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Hiei, it’s not what you think…”

“And what the fuck should I think? That the proclamations of love and shit that you gave me were all true? That while I was out working thinking you’re at school with your damn clubs, you were weren’t letting this pug-ugly bastard fuck you? What the fuck should I goddamn think?”

“Hiei, I’m sorry, I couldn’t let you take all the burden of dealing with my expenses. I wanted to help you…”

“I don’t need your help. I just want you there beside me.”

“Aww,” the annoying voice cut their squabble off, “what horrible tragedies befall the poor couple. Oh, well, so sad. Too bad he’s mine. Come along Kurama. Now.”

“I’m sorry, Hiei.” Kurama tried to kiss Hiei on the lips, but the shorter boy turned away, and he grazed his cheek before getting pushed away. “I want you to know that I meant it when I said that I love you.”

Hiei growled before turning, “Just go with him. You really are nothing but a whore.”

“Hiei,” Kurama whimpered as he watched the dark frame run off for a few seconds before he was pulled in for a putrid kiss with a fat tongue that filled his mouth, and made him shudder with disgust and sadness.

*****

“God damn it!” Hiei cursed as he entered his room, shaking with anger and a bitter sadness that grasped at his heart tightly. He was angry, more than angry, at Kurama, at himself… at the whole god damn fucked up world. After breaking just about everything that was breakable in his room, which included the T.V. that now sported a shattered screen, the cracked lamp still sticking out the busted glass.

He sort of slept that night in a pile of his clothes that were strewn everywhere.

Meanwhile, right outside his apartment door, Kurama held his fist an inch from knocking on it. Wanting Hiei to know that he loved him, but not sure if he could live through another of those ‘looks’ from Hiei’s hate filled eyes. He pulled his hand away and leaned his forehead against the door for a second.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed softly, letting his tears fall to the hallway’s wooden floor with very light pitter patters. “I love you,” he kissed the door, hoping for the boy he hurt to somehow feel it, and know that he meant what he had said. A few more tears fell to the floor before Kurama stood, wiping his face clean, and going back to his ‘place’, although he had his best clothes with Hiei… it would hurt too much to use that as a petty excuse to see him.

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The weekend had given Hiei the time apart that he needed. He still loved Kurama, he knew that he always would, but didn’t know if he could be with him if he was always running around his back with other guys. If it hadn’t been for Hiei’s damn pride the two could have been back together the next Monday, but things never work out the easiest way for people.

When they first saw each other, Kurama was tempted to go give Hiei his daily kiss out of sheer habit. It surprised him when Hiei had actually been the one to approach him…with a large bag.

“Here,” was all he said before turning away, and walking back to his gang, leaning against the wall.

Looking in the paper bag, and saw all of his belongings from Hiei’s place, he suddenly felt the urge to cry. “No, wait, Hiei,” he tried to get his ex lover’s attention. “I… I lo…”

“I love you, too,” the short boy cut the redhead off.

Kurama's heart sped up, “Then, why-?”

“Kurama,” Hiei said sternly, refusing to face the striking green eyes, “I love you. I probably always will, but I can’t… get…hurt, again. I don’t think I can take it. I would have taken three more jobs to keep you by my side. We…we could have found another way to get the money, but you didn’t want to quit your…lifestyle… So, just stay there, and let me be.”

“You don’t understand-”

“Maybe I don’t,” his voice had become icy, and his fists were so tight that his knuckles were turning white, again, “but… maybe that’s the way you had wanted it…” and he walks off again.

“No,” Kurama shuddered, covering his mouth as the tears stung at the back of his eyes, which he refused to shed, and he ran back to his pathetic hell hole. It wasn’t too much better then Hiei’s, but Hiei’s place had… Hiei…

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~TBC~