A Ramen Western

A Ramen Western By: boysluvcraft
Part two

After Hiei had left him, Yusuke laid back on his rented bed, feeling stupid. Why did he think Hiei would want anything more to do with him? He didn’t expect for him to fall in love with him or anything, but dang it sucked to get blown off like that. Yusuke wondered what he was doing there. Kuwabara had said he needed go out and find some passion in his life. Yusuke found many things in his travels in the Dakota Territory. He found that he didn’t much like riding. He found a half decent way to prepare wild rabbit. He found a few minutes of pleasure in the arms of a near stranger. But all that came to not. What was he was looking for? Hiei told him about his own rambling days. He told him that in the end he’d find nothing, but realize that all he wanted was at home. Was this whole journey just some wild goose chase, then? Kuwabara was officially either an idiot or a jerk.

Yusuke thought, maybe Hiei was right. He should go home and never again long for more. At least in San Francisco he’d be able to find a decent lover. That person may not be as cute and sexy, or as cool and amazing as Hiei, but they also won’t walk out on him. They’ll be there in the night and in the morning… he would get up and make them noodles for breakfast.

For a brief moment Yusuke thought of Hiei eating his noodles-- and his heart skipped a beat. Would Hiei like his cooking? It was possible, his father’s shop was known for having best noodles in town. Yusuke knew all of his recipes by heart. Yusuke thought of all the good things he could make for Hiei. And after he’d tired all the old recipes, Yusuke would create new things for Hiei-- Wait; he remembered that Hiei could cook too. They could do it together!

If that wasn’t a flight of fancy, Yusuke imagined himself and Hiei huddled together in his little noodle shop. They were cutting up ingredients, mixing spices, and other such things. Yusuke held a spoon full of sauce to Hiei’s lips. Hiei’s lips puckered cutely as he blew on the hot concoction. Then he slurped it and smiled his approval at Yusuke. That smile, Yusuke wished so very much to see it for real. That much wouldn’t be too hard to accomplish. He could have Hiei try his Veggie Yakisoba or Curry Udon or maybe something simple, Hiei seemed like a guy who likes simple food, like Miso Ramen. Already idea’s were bursting form Yusuke’s mind. Yusuke could hardly wait to get into the kitchen and get started. Yusuke sprung out of his bed, pacing the room. His heart was pounding, his face was burning hot and he just wanted to shout, shout it out to the world. By god, he was excited about noodles!

The next morning, Yusuke got up bright and early, and snuck down to the kitchen. He was fortunate to find, Hiei’s sister, Yukina there.

She greeted him warmly, “Good morning Mr. Urameshi. Are you looking for breakfast?”

“Um, not exactly,” Yusuke said looking around nervously. “Is your bother around?”

“Sorry, I’m afraid not,” she apologized, but she did seem pleased that he was asking. “He was called out about an hour ago, Mrs. Sato‘s twins both came down with nasty colds. It‘s not too big a bother, but he‘ll probably be gone for another hour or so.”

“That’s good, cuz I’ve kinda got a strange request,” Yusuke told her. “Can I make him breakfast?”

Yukina was surprised by the request, but she did agree. As a matter of fact, she seemed quite excited by the idea. So much so she didn’t bother to enquire why he’d want to do it. She gave him an apron, showed him where to find everything he would need, and asked if he needed any help. He declined and she promptly vacated the kitchen.

Yusuke cleaned his hands and went to work. Now, noodles are simple things; water, flour, eggs, the ingredients are easy enough to find. The key to a good noodle was technique. Yusuke always had the skill. He was making noodles before he could walk. But today, there was more than skill going into his work, there was passion. As silly as it sounded, it showed. This batch of noodles looked, smelled, felt, and tasted like they were the best he’d ever made. For the sauce Yusuke was thinking of doing one of his sweet and tangy recipes, that’s when he ran into a problem.

The recipe he planned required Worcestershire Sauce, but he couldn’t find a drop in the whole kitchen. Yusuke would have to figure out something else. He opened the cupboards to see what he had to work with.

“Sweet and tangy, sweet and tangy,” he muttered, “Um, pickles and honey; no. Mustard and sugar; yuck. Red peppers and maple syrup; get serious!”

“Why don’t you try a tablespoon of molasses diluted in about a half a cup of red wine,” a deep melodious voice sounded behind him.

Yusuke whirled around, “Hiei!”

“Having oddly specific cravings?” Hiei drawled as he took down a small sauce pan. “Let’s see, a tablespoon of molasses, blend in a half a cup of red wine, let it render down some, add a touch of sea salt, a squeeze of lemon, and a couple of teaspoons of oil for shine. Taste.”

Yusuke lapped at the offered spoon. “Mmm, that’s magical,” he exclaimed.

“Hn, don’t think this means I’ve forgotten that we are not associating with each other,” Hiei told him, “But as a doctor I couldn’t allow you to eat mustard mixed with maple syrup.”

Yusuke couldn’t help a little snort of laughter, “I wasn’t serious about that stuff.”

“I’m sure,” Hiei dismissed him, “enjoy the sauce.”

“Uh, wait Hiei,” Yusuke stopped him, “Actually; I was making this for you.”

Hiei did a double take from Yusuke to the bowl of noodles he was holding, “Why?”

Yusuke shrugged, “I don’t know. I just suddenly got the urge to make some noodles for you. Will you try them?”

Hiei licked his lips nervously as if deciding whither or not it would hurt to humor the boy. With a shrug, he delicately plucked up one of the noodles. For a moment he remained silent as he rolled the thing around on his tongue.

“These are fantastic,” Hiei wasn’t humoring the boy. The noodles really were good, “firm, but not rubbery, perfect texture, not too salty….” Hiei trailed off because at that moment he looked up directly into Yusuke’s face. The boy was simply beaming with excitement. Having him eat this food really did mean a lot to him. Hiei couldn’t help but think it was cute.

“Here, try it with some of your sauce on it,” Yusuke suggested, dipping the noodle into the sauce and offering it to Hiei. Hiei caught the end of the noodle in his mouth and slurped it up. Yusuke nearly moaned at the sight of those puckered lips, dyed red by the sauce. He absently asked, “Is it good?”

“Very good,” Hiei whispered back. Why was he whispering? Why was he still standing in this kitchen with this boy?

“Have some more,” Yusuke offered him another mouthful. He spoon-fed it to Hiei. More of that delicious sauce shined on his lips. Yusuke couldn’t help himself. He leaned in close and licked Hiei’s lips.

Hiei gasped, but he didn’t pull back. He should have, he knew that, but Yusuke’s move had been so bold and unexpected, Hiei reacted on instinct. It must have said something that aforementioned instinct was to open himself up to Yusuke. Yusuke was, of course, encouraged by Hiei’s reaction and deepened the kiss. Yusuke’s hot tongue mixed with the sweet and tangy flavor in his mouth. Hiei just couldn’t find it in himself to stop, though he knew he should, but damn it he couldn’t deny he wanted this!

Yusuke pulled back minutely, “I-I didn’t plan on doing that. It just happened--”

“We should go upstairs,” Hiei muttered, “and bring the noodles. I‘m starved.”

The two bumbled their way up the back stairs and into Yusuke’s room. Without farther delay Hiei pushed Yusuke back onto the bed and then Hiei climbed over him to straddle his hips. Hiei pressed his mouth against the side of Yusuke’s neck and started to suck and bite at a sensitive spot near the jugular vain. Yusuke moaned and writhed beneath him, Hiei knew this treatment would soon make Yusuke feel light headed in a good way-- sometimes being a doctor comes in handy. Hiei’s hands drifted down to tug Yusuke’s shirt out of his trousers, then he started tediously working at Yusuke’s buttons. Shaky fingers would have seriously hampered his efforts at removing of Yusuke’s clothes. But Hiei’s hands were steady-- once again, sometimes being a doctor is handy.

He striped Yusuke completely, then sat back to admire his handiwork. Yusuke’s body was as strong and supple as a young birch. Hiei let his fingers dance across his smooth tanned skin and felt his muscles jump in response. Yusuke was erect. His whole body, in fact, was ready and eager for whatever it was Hiei wanted to do to him.

“You took a bath,” Hiei observed.

“Yeah, this morning,” Yusuke confirmed.

“Good,” Hiei smirked, before retrieving the bowl of noodles, that had been all but forgotten on the night stand. He dumped the remainder of noodles onto Yusuke’s stomach.

Yusuke gasped in surprise as the food splattered on his belly. He was about to question Hiei when he saw his black tufted head dip down to start eating the noodles off of his body. Yusuke was beside himself. This was crazy. Given the times, he’d never heard of people eating off of each other. And if he had heard of such a thing, he probably would have thought it was disgusting. But at that moment, the last thing Yusuke was, was disgusted. It felt good! The half cold noodles slid over his skin as Hiei’s hot mouth roved over his body, cleaning up the mess. Hiei’s tongue came to his bellybutton, swirling a narrowing circle around it. Then Hiei dipped that searing hot appendage into his indention. Yusuke moaned, arching his back. His hands flew to the back of Hiei’s head, knotting in his black locks as though Yusuke were afraid Hiei would suddenly disappear.

Soon the noodles were cleared away, but Hiei continued to lap at Yusuke’s taught, trembling belly. He worked his way lower, making Yusuke shiver as his hot breath ruffled his pubic hairs. Yusuke’s eyes drifted shut and his legs absently spread to give Hiei more room to do-- whatever it was he was dong to him. Yusuke wasn’t sure, but it felt damned good. Hiei nestled his face between Yusuke’s thighs, lightly nuzzling his balls. Yusuke gasped at the slight contact and then gasped again when Hiei placed a kiss at very base of his cock. The small man was teasing him, making him balance on a razors edge before shoving him off. Hiei kissed his cock again and again, sucking and nibbling at the hardened flesh as he gradually moved up, toward the tip.

Each sizzling touch caused Yusuke’s cock to jump and leak onto his belly. Hiei smiled against the boy’s shaft. The boy was so sensitive, it was cute. Hiei decided he was going to make him come so hard, he won’t be able to feel his toes afterward. Hiei tapped on Yusuke’s stomach to get his attention. Yusuke lifted his head and immediately his eyes locked with Hiei’s smothering ones. Hiei had Yusuke’s shaft in his grasp, and without taking his eyes off of Yusuke’s disbelieving eyes, Hiei lowered his mouth onto Yusuke’s rod. The combination of having his cock enveloped by wet heat, and seeing that it was Hiei doing it, was too much for Yusuke. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his head flopped back onto his pillow.

Hiei would have thought Yusuke had passed out, if not for the staggered sigh he’d let out. Hiei wasted no more time. He started to bob his head up and down, taking every inch of the boy he could. He massaged the hard length with his teeth as he pressed his tongue snuggly against the sensitive underside. It wasn’t long before Yusuke screamed and erupted in his mouth. And yes, Hiei swallowed it.

Licking his lips, Hiei declared, “Now, that’s sweet and tangy.”

Yusuke was panting hard, but somehow he found his voice and said, “I-I can’t feel my toes. What was that?”

“It’s called a blowjob, young man,” Hiei answered back, with a cocky grin.

“Hmm,” Yusuke hummed. His features were half glazed over from pleasure. “Can I try?”

“Hn, thought you’d never ask.”

They switched positions. Hiei lay on his back, propped up on his elbows. Yusuke knelt between his legs. Unsteadily, he reached out and grasped Hiei’s cock. He wouldn’t have to worry about the foreplay, Hiei was hard and ready.

“Don’t be shy,” Hiei encouraged him. “It’s easy. Just give it a lick.”

Yusuke swallowed, thickly, and then he bravely laid the flat of his tongue on the sensitive underside Hiei’s shaft and licked upward. Getting a little braver, Yusuke continued on, lapping at the head. A clear bead of precum welled up out of Hiei’s slit. Yusuke captured it and savored its flavor. It was like nothing else he had tasted before. It was salty and pungent, and strangely, it sort of tingled on his tongue. Yusuke decided he liked it and sucked the entire tip into his mouth.

“Oh yes, that’s right,” Hiei moaned in that sexy deep voice of his. “Suck me just like I taught you to do with my nipples… you remember how to suck my nipples, right?”
Hiei continued gibbering encouragements as Yusuke boldly sucked him off. “Ohhh, that’s…mmm, good. Oh you’re a natural, baby. A natural!”

Soon, Hiei gritted his teeth, “Yu-Yusuke…” he stuttered a warning before he came voluminously.

The flavor was the same as before, salty and pungent, but more so this time, and kind of creamy too. The sheer abundance of the stuff, and the force at which it was ejaculated into his mouth, came as a shock to Yusuke. So much so, he failed to swallow it. Instead it dripped out of the corns of his mouth and down his chin.

“Oops, I guess I should have warned you about that,” Hiei chuckled at the surprised look on Yusuke’s face. Hiei retrieved his handkerchief and used it to dab the mess off of Yusuke’s chin, an unusually tender the gesture for Hiei.

That’s when Yusuke leant forward and captured his lips, lightly and gently massaged them with his own. He drew back and whispered the unthinkable, “I think I love you.”

“Yusuke,” Hiei sighed, “You--”

“I don’t know what I’m talking about, right?” Yusuke beat him to the punch, “You’re about to tell me all about how young and confused I am. You’re gonna try to convince me all this is just experimentation, or a phase I‘m going through, right?”

“That’s right,” Hiei answered shortly as he rose out of the bed. “And I suppose now, you’re going to start telling me how you’re not a child, and you know exactly what you’re doing, am I right?”

Yusuke crossed his arms, “Actually, I was going to ask about you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know what you’re doing, Hiei?”

“Hn, I don’t need to hear this from a whelp, like you,” Hiei snorted as he started to dress.

Yusuke stayed where he was on the bed, as naked and unashamed as the day he was born. He continued, “Why are you here, Hiei? Yesterday was understandable. Anyone can fall into the heat of the moment, no matter how mature they think they may be. But what about today? You said you didn’t want to see me again.”

“So?” Hiei threw Yusuke a dirty look whilst he pulled on his pants.

“So, you didn’t try very hard to stay away from me!” Yusuke snapped, jumping out of the bed to grab Hiei by the collar of his unbuttoned shirt. “And I think I know why; you don’t really want to stay away. You want me, I want you, so, why don‘t you just cut the crap and let me love you!”

Hiei’s eyes widened in shock, because it occurred to him that everything that Yusuke had just said was true. Yusuke however misread Hiei’s reaction, thinking that that his aggression had frightened the smaller man. He loosened his grip, smoothing out the wrinkles he’d caused, he said, “I’m sorry, Hiei. I just don’t understand why you keep pushing me away.”

“Okay,” Hiei sighed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, bidding Yusuke to do the same. After he did, Hiei told him, “If you are so convinced of these feelings you have toward me, you should know you’re not the only one.”

“What you mean?” Yusuke asked inanely.

“I mean, that you are not my only… suitor,” Hiei spit out, “Do you remember seeing a man leaving the saloon, yesterday, after you came back from the stables? He had long silver hair. That was him, Youko Kurama.”

Yusuke remembered that man. He was gorgeous. He was tall, elegant, and he shone like a polished diamond. There was no way Yusuke could compete against that. He slumped and nodded his head, “And you like him, and not me.”

“No, no, actually I hate him,” Hiei hurriedly told him.

“Oh, “Yusuke looked optimistic again, and then he looked confused, “I don’t understand. If you don’t like him, then what’s the problem?”

Rather than answering him directly, Hiei posed a question, “Do you remember the man who was with Youko; tall, well built, long black hair? His name is Yomi. He’s Youko’s second. His eyes used to be the loveliest shade of purple, but now Yomi is blind. Care to guess who blinded him? Do you know why?”

“I… have a feeling I’m about to find out.” Yusuke swallowed.

As Hiei spoke he stared at the wall, or rather through the wall as if he could actually see the events that occurred so long ago. “You already know that when I was your age, I went to Paris to learn how to be a chef. That’s were I met Yomi. He was trying to be a poet. We met at this pretentious art gathering and somehow we became friends. We spent a lot time together that year. And I won’t lie to you; we did sleep together a few times. It was just casual sex, of course, a product of lust and curiosity. Well after a year, I decided to return to the states and go into the practice of medicine. For years, I neither saw nor heard from Yomi.

I had nearly forgotten about him-- that is until my family settled in Oak Ridge. Imagine my surprise to find Yomi here. He had apparently returned to the states shorty after I did, and formed this gang with an old childhood friend, that would be Youko, incase you hadn’t guessed. When Yomi introduced us, Youko took an instant liking to me. But he struck me as an arrogant jerk, so I brushed him off. He didn’t give up, of course, and I kept brushing him off like he was nothing. If I only knew…. Anyway, Yomi and I quickly fell back into our old patterns-- eventually all of our old patterns. Long story short, Youko came to the Dragoon looking for Yomi and found him in me. Youko was furious. At gun point, he led Yomi, buck naked, into the street. He told Yomi and anyone who happened to be watching, that I was HIS property. Then he proceeded to demonstrate what happens to men who even as much as look at his property….”

“He blinded his own friend,” Yusuke finished it for him.

Hiei nodded, biting his lip, “He poured kerosene in his eyes. He said he was feeling charitable that day, so he didn’t light him on fire, too.”

“My god,” Yusuke shuddered.

Hiei instinctually wrapped his arms around Yusuke to comfort him. Yusuke ran his fingers through Hiei’s soft hair. In attempt to lighten the mood, Yusuke said, “Ya know, I understand how a man would be willing to kill for ya, Hiei. You’re just so damn cute.” He tried to pull a smile, but it came out crooked.

Hiei snorted with a touch of amusement, “I’m serous, young man. It’s too dangerous to be with me.”

“I still love you,” Yusuke told him.

After a moments thought, Hiei said, “If you promise to leave town tomorrow morning, I’ll sneak up here tonight, after the bar closes, and I’ll make love to you.” Hiei didn’t wait for Yusuke’s response, he got up and left.

Once again, Yusuke lay in his rented bed, reflecting on the previous events. He wondered if it was such a bad idea to tell Hiei he loved him. When he’d decided to do so, he hadn’t expectations for a good response-- he hoped for one. But on the same token, he was also prepared for Hiei to tell him that he had no feelings for him, that he was just a cheap fuck. But, that story about Youko Kurama and Yomi…. Never in Yusuke’s wildest dreams did he expect to hear anything like that. On the bright side it meant that Hiei’s rejection of his love wasn’t personal. If it had been personal he could have wooed the small man or something. But as things were, there was little Yusuke do to change the situation.

“Man, this really sucks,” Yusuke muttered to his self, a habit he’d developed on the lonely plains. Yusuke checked his watch, 8:30; the bar would be full of people by now. Yusuke continued to speak as though he were talking into his watch, “He’ll be back after the saloon closes, then we’ll….” make love, Yusuke couldn‘t says it out loud.

“I should be happy. I’m getting what I want, right?” He implored his watch. The only reply it gave him, of course was a mocking tick-tick. He should have been looking forward to spending a night of passion with the man he loved, but he wasn’t. Because after it’s over and the sun raises, he would expect Yusuke to be satisfied and leave town. Yusuke wouldn’t be satisfied. He just wanted to be with Hiei. Even if Hiei never touched him again, Yusuke would be happy so long as he could be around him. That wasn’t a liable option though. They’d already proven they couldn’t be around each other without pouncing on the other like a starving dog on a piece of prime rib. A bit of hollow pleasure, a bitter-sweet memory, one night together; that was the best the doctor could offer him. Yusuke consulted his watch again, 8:31.

“Oh, fuck this noise,” Yusuke cursed to himself, he wanted to see Hiei now. Sure, Hiei would probably get pissed if he went downstairs to see him, he’d say it was too dangerous to be seen talking to each other or some shit like that. But Yusuke was going stir-crazy sitting in that room. He decided he’d just order a drink and sit in the corner. He wouldn‘t cause a ruckus.

Unbeknown to Yusuke, a ruckus was already in the making downstairs. Youko had come to the Black Dragoon again that night. He didn’t usually come to call on Hiei two nights in a row, but because of the progress he thought he’d been making with Hiei, he returned that night. Youko strolled right up to the bar, bearing a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“These are for you, my lovely doctor,” Youko offered the token to Hiei.

Hiei in his turn rolled his eyes and said, “What the hell would I want with those?”

“Well, they do complement the blush on your cheeks,” Youko told him.

“I’m not blushing.” He wasn’t.

“You were yesterday, you remember when.”

Now Hiei was blushing, “That had nothing to do with you. I… I had a bit of a fever, that’s all.”

Youko chuckled, a dark melodious sound, “A fever, I see. And you had swelling too?”

“Uh,” Hiei stumbled. Yesterday, he did get hard when Youko touched him, but he couldn’t tell him that was only because he had just been fooling around with another man.

“Don’t even try to dance your way out of this one, doctor,” Youko preened, “Just admit, you’ve finally fallen for my charms.”

“I will not,” Hiei huffed.

“Ha, so prideful,” Youko laughed. Then he leaned in close to Hiei and whispered, “Fine, you don’t have to admit anything. Just take my hand, we‘ll go upstairs, and I‘ll make all your sexual fantasies come true.” At some point his hand snaked his hand down to retrieve Hiei’s hand. He placed a chaste kiss on the doctor’s knuckles.

Something snapped in Hiei at that moment, he snatched his hand way only to return it to Youko’s mouth, but this time as a fist. Youko was sent sprawling onto the floor. Hiei stood over him, a look of disbelief written on his face as he glanced between Youko’s fallen form and his own unexpected fist.

Youko laughed, but there was no humor in it. Then quick as a whip he sprung up. In the next second Hiei was on the floor, his lip was bleeding from where Youko’s fist connected with his face. The entire barroom had gone quiet expect for alone crash as a tray of drinks were dropped. Then Yukina screamed. Ms. Mukuro was cursing and grunting; someone was restraining her from coming to his defense. The Dillinger she kept hidden in her girdle was out. It fired impotently into the air.

Youko growled, “You little slut! I’ve given you every chance to make this happen nicely for you, but my patience has just run out. You either get your ass up those stairs or I fuck you right here in front of all these people.”

When Hiei didn’t move, Youko hit him again. Hiei stumbled back, a thin trial of blood leaking from his lip. Youko caught him before he had a chance to fall and threw him face first against the bar. He quickly removed his red sash and used it to bind Hiei’s hands behind his back. Distantly, Hiei could hear his sister crying and his mother raging.

“Please,” he whimpered, “I’ll go upstairs and… you can do whatever you want, just not here.”

“Too late,” Youko hissed as he reached for the buttons on Hiei’s trousers.

Hiei’s face burned with shame as the cool air reached his nether regions. And then…

“YOU BASTARD!!!” A brash cry rang out from close by. Suddenly, Youko’s presence was no longer behind him. There was a hard thump on the floor. His hands were freed. Hiei turned and there was Yusuke, staring down adoringly into his eyes. He brushed his bruised knuckles across Hiei’s bruised cheek and asked, “Are you alright?”

“You fool,” Hiei shook his head.

Yusuke grinned and kissed him softly on the nose. “Pull your pant’s up, Hiei,” Yusuke told him.

Hiei epped, having had forgotten that he was standing in a bar full of people with his breeches around his ankles. He pulled them up. A few feet away, Youko was getting back on his feet. Yusuke placed himself between the bandit and Hiei.

Youko’s cold eyes scanned Yusuke over before he spoke, “I don’t recognize you. Obviously you’re new in town and nobody‘s told you yet. That man behind you is my property. If you knew what was good for you, you‘d get out of the way.”

Yusuke shot back, “If you knew what was good you, you’d get your head out of your ass. Cuz, I got news for ya; Hiei’s MY lover. And I ain’t never gonna let you touch him ever again.”

Unintimidated, Youko smirked-- he looked like a fox about to pounce on a fat hen. “Tomorrow at high noon, meet me in the town square. Bring a gun. The man who walks away alive keeps the doctor, got it?” With that he snapped his fingers. His men in the saloon stood up, the one who was restraining Ms. Mukuro released her, and they all filed out of the building. Before exiting Youko turned back to Yusuke and said coldly, “Oh by the way, two blocks east and one block south from here you‘ll find Koenma‘s office. He’s the town’s undertaker. Tell him Youko sent you. He might give you a discount on your casket.”

After Youko had gone, Hiei took Yusuke by the hand, dragging him behind the curtained door leading to the kitchen, and away from the prying eyes of the bars clientele. There he preceded tear into Yusuke, “What the hell did you think you were doing, challenging him like that!”

“What? Did you expect me to just stand by and watch you be humiliated like that?” Yusuke went on the defensive, “He was going to rape you, Hiei!”

“He’s going to kill you, you idiot!” Hiei shouted angrily. His face cracked, he looked very tired, very suddenly. He said, “Listen, you can still get out of this alive, if you leave town tonight, right now.”

“No way,” Yusuke refused, “If I leave, he’ll come after you again. I have to protect you--”

“Yusuke,” Hiei growled at him, “I handled him just fine before you came along. I am not some damsel in distress. I do not need protecting. And I sure as hell don’t need you dieing for me!” Hiei stormed off then. Needless to say Yusuke didn’t get any that night.

TBC….