What Price Love?
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
6,950
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50
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
The room was not small, yet there was that same feeling of intimacy contained within its walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows adorned one of those walls; the remainder painted the pale blue of a robin’s egg. The floor was bamboo, stained ebony upon which lay an Aubusson rug in crème with a pattern of leaves done in a deep forest green. Silk shantung draperies of the same green as those leaves were opened, allowing the early morning sun to filter in through the windows.
The furnishings in the room were Spartan yet refined. A Chinese writing desk of black lacquer, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, stood in one corner. A large couch of crème silk fronted the black marble fireplace; a low table of the same black lacquer as the writing desk in front of it. Two wing-backed chairs of the same forest green silk as the draperies flanked the couch, one on either side, facing each other. The walls held no adornment, save for the tachi and katana that hung on one wall, and the symbol of Alaric mounted above the fireplace mantle.
All in all, the private office was a subtle blend of strength and softness; a perfect complement to the duality and paradox that was Mukuro. The lady herself much preferred the austere simplicity of this room to the more opulent setting of her formal office, especially when dealing with the stubborn, hot-headed fire demon who was her heir, and who had, at that moment, just thrown open the door and strode into the room.
“Good morning, Hiei,” she greeted the hiyoukai from her place in one of the silk chairs.
“Skip the pleasantries, Mukuro,” Hiei responded as he marched forward and took the seat opposite his lord. “I’m only here to inform you that I’m leaving.”
Mukuro couldn’t help but smirk. “So,” she said, “you’ve finally decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge what it is you feel for your youko, heh?” Again, she smirked. “And it only took you… what… three years?”
With a glare that could melt steel, crimson eyes stared back at the lady of Alaric. “I’m no coward!” Hiei snapped. “And you have no idea…..”
“Don’t I?” Mukuro interjected, the eyebrow above her human eye arching. “Then, by all means my dear heir, enlighten me.”
“It’s none of your affair,” the fire demon shot back, “but as you seem intent upon making it so… I go to visit my sister since, as you so graciously pointed out, it’s been three years… nothing more.”
“Of course,” Mukuro replied, attempting to placate the little hiyoukai. After a moment’s thought, the demon lord continued. “Very well, Hiei, as of this moment, you are on indefinite leave.”
As Hiei opened his mouth to protest, Mukuro held up her hand. “Go, visit Yukina for as long as necessary,” she continued, waving her hand dismissively. “I know where to find you should I have need of you.”
With another glare for his lord, Hiei rose from his chair and turned to go. Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by Mukuro’s call, “Hiei!”
“Hn,” he replied, turning around. “What is it now?”
Suppressing the smile that threatened, Mukuro met the crimson gaze of her heir. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she answered with a graceful shrug of her shoulders, “however, should you happen to see Kurama during your visit, please tell him that he is always welcome here in Alaric, and that I look forward to seeing him soon.”
As the door slammed shut, the only response given to her comment, Mukuro began to chuckle softly. ‘Kurama,’ she thought, shaking her head in amusement, ‘I hope you’re ready.’
The furnishings in the room were Spartan yet refined. A Chinese writing desk of black lacquer, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, stood in one corner. A large couch of crème silk fronted the black marble fireplace; a low table of the same black lacquer as the writing desk in front of it. Two wing-backed chairs of the same forest green silk as the draperies flanked the couch, one on either side, facing each other. The walls held no adornment, save for the tachi and katana that hung on one wall, and the symbol of Alaric mounted above the fireplace mantle.
All in all, the private office was a subtle blend of strength and softness; a perfect complement to the duality and paradox that was Mukuro. The lady herself much preferred the austere simplicity of this room to the more opulent setting of her formal office, especially when dealing with the stubborn, hot-headed fire demon who was her heir, and who had, at that moment, just thrown open the door and strode into the room.
“Good morning, Hiei,” she greeted the hiyoukai from her place in one of the silk chairs.
“Skip the pleasantries, Mukuro,” Hiei responded as he marched forward and took the seat opposite his lord. “I’m only here to inform you that I’m leaving.”
Mukuro couldn’t help but smirk. “So,” she said, “you’ve finally decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge what it is you feel for your youko, heh?” Again, she smirked. “And it only took you… what… three years?”
With a glare that could melt steel, crimson eyes stared back at the lady of Alaric. “I’m no coward!” Hiei snapped. “And you have no idea…..”
“Don’t I?” Mukuro interjected, the eyebrow above her human eye arching. “Then, by all means my dear heir, enlighten me.”
“It’s none of your affair,” the fire demon shot back, “but as you seem intent upon making it so… I go to visit my sister since, as you so graciously pointed out, it’s been three years… nothing more.”
“Of course,” Mukuro replied, attempting to placate the little hiyoukai. After a moment’s thought, the demon lord continued. “Very well, Hiei, as of this moment, you are on indefinite leave.”
As Hiei opened his mouth to protest, Mukuro held up her hand. “Go, visit Yukina for as long as necessary,” she continued, waving her hand dismissively. “I know where to find you should I have need of you.”
With another glare for his lord, Hiei rose from his chair and turned to go. Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by Mukuro’s call, “Hiei!”
“Hn,” he replied, turning around. “What is it now?”
Suppressing the smile that threatened, Mukuro met the crimson gaze of her heir. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she answered with a graceful shrug of her shoulders, “however, should you happen to see Kurama during your visit, please tell him that he is always welcome here in Alaric, and that I look forward to seeing him soon.”
As the door slammed shut, the only response given to her comment, Mukuro began to chuckle softly. ‘Kurama,’ she thought, shaking her head in amusement, ‘I hope you’re ready.’