Executive

Well, this had a much better response than I first thought, although I should warn you that this does use a lot of things from some of my other stories...
You'll notice that I like to have Hiei be in a gang at some point and time, and he has had some kind of a relationship with Mukuro that went sour, and I just like to dress Kurama up as a girl... a lot... although I'm running out of things to put him in. Including the stories that I haven't posted, I've put Kurama in over a dozen different kinds of girly outfits.

Anyway, don't worry, RyouKitsune, 'If They'd Been Human' is finished, I'm just working on a littlbe bit of the story that gets too cheesy for my taste, but I'm having trouble with that part, and I am still trying to figure out if I want to post the second part of that story.

To Edogawa Conan: Hee hee, I love Case Closed! It's my favorite anime, but Hiei and Kurama are still my favorite characters.

Sorry, I forgot to mention that this story does take place in America. I'm not going to pretend that I know Japanese, although I can read hiagana and katakana, I don't have a clue as to what I'm saying, and you'll even see it in this story, 'Insert Japanese here'. Just thouht I'd let you know.

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Chapter 2: Drunk Confessions

Yusuke and Kuwabara had bolted after they heard about the male stripper thing, but didn’t receive the beating they had expected at work the next morning, actually it seemed like everything had gone according to plan except for the whole male part, but Hiei was more relaxed than he had been for a very long time.

Hiei couldn’t stop thinking about the stripper from that club all night and day. There was something about the redhead that he just felt connected with, and he wanted to sever it now, or was it that he wanted to make it stronger? Checking his appearance in the mirror in his office, Hiei left at almost eight, and arrived at the club less than an hour later.

“Hey there Cutie, how can I help you?” a girl with a large brown leather hat and a skimpy cowgirl outfit skipped up to Hiei.

“I’m looking for,” he pulled the crumpled paper from his jacket, “Kurama?”

“Oh,” she gave a disappointed sigh, yet another possible customer Kurama had managed to persuade over to his side. “He’s probably in the back somewhere in one of the private rooms, he’s pretty popular.”

“Hn,” Hiei nodded his thanks before pushing his way though the crowd, looking everywhere for his... the, the, not his, redhead.

He found him in a schoolgirl white button up and a green plaid skirt with his bright red hair in high pig tails. “Hi- Hiei…” he stared down at the shorter man as another older man came out from the private room behind him, sticking a few more twenties down his skirt and leaving a soft kiss on his neck before walking away. “W-what are you doing here?” Kurama could feel his cheeks flush, the dark stranger from the night before was back. For some reason, he felt more comfortable with him around. He didn’t want to get close to him, but he liked the warmth when he came around.

“I want that talk.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t after you left, Karasu,” he was silenced with a couple of folded fifties placed between his pink lips. With a nod of approval, Kurama pulled Hiei back into the private room by his tie.

The shorter man was thrown into the same couch as the night before and his lap filled with a schoolgirl-boy, who leaned close to his face, signaling for him to take the money from his mouth, but the redhead pulled away when Hiei raised his hand. Kurama's nose ran over Hiei’s lips, which Hiei opened quickly and willingly to take the money back. Moving up a little, he bared his chest to the other man, but Hiei just stared.

“Ugh, do I have to show you everything?” Kurama leaned back down and took the money before going lower dragging the money down his throat, and slipped it in his shirt. “Get it?” he placed the money in Hiei’s mouth again, and rose up for Hiei’s mouth to be even with his chest. “So, why are you here, Hiei?” he watched thin lips slide the cash into his shirt, and felt electric shocks as the lips just barely brushed against him. That was odd, he had thought his sexual senses had dulled after all this time…

“We need to talk.”

“There’s more to it than that,” Kurama started to dance, pressing his body into Hiei. The pounding music from the public room was seeping into the private room, just giving the redhead a beat to work on Hiei’s unsuspecting body.

“I need to talk.”

“Why me?”

“Because you need to talk, too.”

“Is there any reason at all as to why you’re here for me specifically? There are many other people here for you to tell your life story to and no one would worry about your sexuality.”

“Since when do I care about what other people think about me?”

“You’re hiding something from me,” Kurama flipped so his back was pressed against Hiei’s chest and then slithered all the way down to the ground, and turned on his knees between Hiei’s legs.

“C-could you stop that?”

“I’m not supposed to be talking to you Hiei, if someone were to see us just talking… Karasu would get very angry. He doesn’t like it when his dancers get attached.”

“Why do you work for such scum?”

“Because he loves me.”

“This is love? Are you sick?”

“That’s what my mother told me.”

“What happened to her?”

“What happened to your problems?”

“We both need to talk.”

“We should stop talking, I might try to kiss you.”

“You’ve already had your tongue down my throat.”

“Oh, you’re right. I guess that’s why Karasu was so mad. He doesn’t like any kissing, ‘lips shouldn’t meet unless you’re in love,’ he told me.”

“So you two are in love?”

“I said we love each other, I never said we were in love.”

“So what are we?”

“Mere acquaintances until we know one another better, at least,” Kurama's body pressed firmly into Hiei’s groin and then dragged up

“Please stop that.”

“But you’re so aroused by it,” he purred into Hiei’s neck as he straddled his lap again.

“No more.”

“Fine, do you want to get a drink?” Kurama sighed heavily before slipping off the shorter man and sitting next to him.

“That sounds good,” he took out a twenty and handed it to Kurama.

“What do you drink?”

“Manhattan.”

“Okay, stay comfy, I’ll be back soon.”

“Here you go,” Kurama slid onto the couch next to Hiei.

“Hn,” he sipped his alcohol while Kurama chugged a bottle of water. Luckily the redhead had missed the slight cringe.

“This is nice, I needed a break,” he twined a leg with Hiei’s, “You’re a good guy, did you know that?”

“I’m anything but good.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Not even my parents wanted me. I must be nothing.”

“Oh, Hiei,” Kurama mumbled, running his free hand through the spiky black hair.

“I’m adopted,” his tongue became looser as he drank deeply and Kurama ordered a few more drinks for him. “I recently found my twin sister, and I was so afraid to confide in her who I really was, that I nearly had a heart attack. She recently married one of the idiots that I call my friends. He’s a complete oaf, but he means well.”

“How did you feel about finding your sister?” he started playing with Hiei’s free hand, drawing patterns in the callused palm.

“Ecstatic and deathly afraid all at once. I was so happy to find my only living relative, but scared that she might hate me like my parents had.”

“I’m sure there were other reasons for them to leave you like that.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Have you no self-esteem?”

“Obviously not,” Hiei chuckled a little.

Kurama smiled, Hiei hadn’t even smiled since they had met the night before; it was nice to hear that he had some sort of emotions other than anger… and arousal, although he had come to like the arousal part. Hiei looked very… well, tempting when he was completely flushed.

“Other than getting people to fear me, I have no real aspects. I didn’t even want to be in business, I just didn’t know where else to go with my talents other than being in a gang.”

“You were in a gang?”

“When I was in high school I became the leader of the ‘Black Dragons’, but I left when I graduated.”

“Black Dragons? How did you end up in that gang?”

“Ah, come on,” Hiei was definitely drunk as he dragged a finger over Kurama's chest and up to his neck, “It’s your turn to talk.”

“I- I think we’re out of time,” Kurama tried get up, but Hiei grabbed him by his short skirt, and pulled him down on to the couch while taking off a necklace he had on.

“I don’t have anymore cash, but…” he had placed the necklace around Kurama’s neck and fastened it in back. “I hope you can take this as payment,” he left a kiss on Kurama's neck.

“I- I guess,” chills shook his body slightly as he fingered the gem. It was a beautiful, perfectly round jewel.

“It’s a family heirloom, my sister gave it to me when I told her who I was.”

“Oh, Hiei, I can’t take this,” he tried to unlatch it, but Hiei stopped him.

“I want you to have it,” the short man wrapped his arms around Kurama's waist, and leaned as much as possible on him.

“I’ll give it back when you’re sober.”

“Hn.”

“You’re not used to drinking are you?”

“Not really. I always thought it was stupid to drink something that would impair my senses.”

“Then why drink now?”

“I didn’t know you would be drinking water.”

“You were trying to show off weren’t you?” Kurama laughed, holding Hiei closer to his body.

“Maybe. Did it work?”

Kurama laughed even harder, “I thought you weren’t into men.”

“Well, you try so hard not to be a man, it’s hard to see you as one.”

“Hm…” Kurama laughter turned into a thoughtful hum.

“Why do you try so hard not to be you?”

“Because it’s not what other people want from me.”

“Why do you care so much about what other people think?”

“If it stops them from trying to kill me… I don’t see the down side.”

“Kurama… Kurama…” Hiei purred, “Is that your real name? Why do you hide?”

“I’m not hiding.”

“Then what is your name?”

“…What the heck? You won’t remember anyway,” he leaned in close to kiss Hiei’s ear, “Minamino Shuichi.”

“Mm, that feels nice.”

Kurama giggled a little, holding the shorter man tightly. “You’re so cute.”

*****

“Ugh,” Hiei awoke with a horrible headache, he was leaning against the bar.

“Mornin’, hun, I was wondering when you’d wake up,” the bartender chirped.

“How long have I been here?”

“Kurama dropped you off a few hours ago, he had other customers to ‘tend’ to. Here,” she handed him his necklace, “He wanted me to give you this.”

“What?” he looked at the jewelry. He’d never take it off, why did Kurama have it? Ouch, jeez, what happened?

“Here, you drank quite a bit, Kurama says. Take these,” she pushed a glass of water and a couple pills towards him.

“What is it?” he had already downed them.

“Arsenic.”

“Hn, funny,” he jumped off the stool and started to walk away. That was too weird. He couldn’t remember much about last night, although, he had the feeling he had talked a lot.

“Wait!” the bartender called him back.

“Hn?”

“Kurama also asked me to give you this,” she held out a slip of paper to him.

Hiei looked at the message: ‘Sunday, 3:30 A.M.’.

“Hn,” he smiled.

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~TBC~