Model and the Bass

I do have to appologize for the extreme OOCness in this story. I already have most of the beginning written like this, but I'm trying to get the rest of the chapters to have their personalities slowly define themselves... I said 'trying' right? Another warning, I never promised to succeed... Just letting you know...

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Chapter 4: Introducing Minamino

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It was early morning at the hotel the sexy model, Kurama, was staying at, and the beautiful man undercover was sneaking away from the fancy pace of luxury. It was only a few minutes after he stepped out of the large glass doors and started to hail for a cab did he hear and feel the loud vibrations of an angry man shouting out from a very close distance, “Shuichi!!!!”

“I guess he found my letter,” Kurama giggled jumping into the cab quickly, and drove off in to the rising sun.

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“You’re early,” Hiei noted when he opened his room door, allowing the enticing red head into his room, making sure no one had seen the boy come into his room. His room was a large suite, “Your new clothes are over on the table. You can change in the bathroom.”

Kurama just smiled at the shorter boy, somehow Hiei always made him feel like one of those love struck teenage girl that were always following him around. That is at least until he picked up his outfit for the day. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Nope,” Hiei smirked, “go try it on,” he commanded before plopping down on the couch, switching on the news.

A few minutes later, Kurama stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but white thigh high stockings connected to lacey garters with silky black underwear and a matching stuffed black bra, and white lacey collar and gloves along with black heel. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice seething with lust.

Hiei made the mistake of not taking note of the tone, and turned to take in the sight of the scantily clad model. His eyes grew wide, and his face burned a bright red that rivaled Kurama's hair. “That’s just the underwear, you idiot!”

“I know,” Kurama giggled at the sight of Hiei suddenly having a ‘mysterious’ and severe nosebleed, “I was just wondering what you thought about them? Do you think they’re a little too tight?”

“They’re fine, now put the rest of the clothes on,” Hiei turned away, but Kurama had walked up to lean on the back of the couch Hiei was sitting on.

“But don’t you think that this bra is a little much?” he leaned in a close as possible.

“No, it’s part of your new personality,” Hiei tried to sound gruff, but the sexy man looming over him made that rather hard.

“My what?”

“Put on your clothes and I’ll tell you later. We’ll be leaving for New York in just under an hour.”

“That’s more than enough time,” Kurama smiled seductively.

“Just go change,” Hiei snapped.

“Fine,” Kurama gave a fake pout, ‘It’s good to see he has some attraction to me at least,’ and sauntered over to the bathroom to finish putting on the black dress with a white frilly underskirt to make the already short dress look even shorter. The top of the dress clung to his curved body, and the delicate lacy white apron completed the outfit with the matching white crown.

Hiei smirked at the results of Kurama in a French maid costume, the boy had even gone as far as to put his hair into an elegant French braid. ‘Why does he look better in that thing than most girls?’

“Why a French maid?”

“Just because.”

“Really?”

“Hn.”

“Well,” Kurama slid onto the couch next to Hiei, “Now that I’m all dressed up… what should we do?”

“What’s your real name?”

“Uh… nobody knows my real name, and I-”

“What’s your real name?” he repeated harshly.

“… Minamino Shuichi…”

“Alright then, while you are with me as my slave, you are to introduce yourself as Minamino, and that’s it. That’s what I shall call you, and that’s what you will respond to.”

“Alright,” Kurama shrugged, it’s not like he really care as long as everyone thought he was a girl.

“You will answer me with ‘Yes, Master,’ or ‘Of course, Sir.’”

“Yes, Master. Of course, Sir,” Kurama responded with a smirk.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“The one that says that you’ll jump me if I turn my back on you for too long,” Hiei huffed.

“Hmm, I just might.”

“If you do, I’ll break every bone in your hands one by one.”

“It might be worth it,” Kurama literally purred.

“Stupid model.”

“Oh, I need your help. I can’t reach the zipper in the back, could you get it for me, please?”

“Hn, too bad for you.”

“It’s fine with me, but it’s not my fault when the dress refuses to stay on. I could just walk around in the nice, silky underwear all day.”

In a split second, Hiei was behind Kurama trying to pull up the zipper, only to get it caught on some of the black fabric, “Shit.” Hiei quickly tossed the long red brad, which he held just long enough to notice the smooth silky texture before tossing it over the model’s shoulder. Grasping the base of the zipper just over Kurama's ass, Hiei managed to get the dress closed muttering, “Stupid, cheap costume.”

Kurama stood, silently blushing when Hiei’s fist had pressed hard into just over the rise of his butt.

“Finally,” he claimed triumphantly, and backed away to view the fruits of his labor.

Kurama continued to blush as Hiei examined his flawless body.

“Turn around.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a model, right? Model for me,” he demanded and took a seat on the back of the couch.

“Um, right…” Kurama bit his lip, before striking a few poses. He felt a little stupid and oddly uncomfortable modeling for someone without a camera.

Hiei just watched with a bored expression, not giving away the arousal he was starting to feel between his legs.

Suddenly Koenma entered Hiei’s room, “Are you ready yet Hiei? We have to be leaving soon. Oops, am I interrupting something?”

“No, not really,” Hiei shrugged, “This is my new servant, Minamino. She’ll be joining us on the tour.”

“I wish you would have told me before that someone else would be joining us…”

“Too late, now… It was kind of a last minute thing.”

“Is she some whore you found on the corner, and now you think you’re in love with her?”

“Excuse me!” Kurama lost his temper, “I am not a whore, and for your information…”

“Shut up, slave,” Hiei raised his voice.

“Is this some weird sex game that I don’t want to know about?” the manager backed in to the doorway again.

“Yes,” Hiei huffed, anything to get the man out of his room, and to stop glaring at Kurama like a disgusting slut.

“Okay, finish up, and be ready to go in less than an hour. We’ll get brunch on our way to New York,” the brunette said quickly, and rushed out the door, closing it behind him.

“You can hang out in here, and do whatever. I need to go and take a shower before we leave.”

“I could wash your back for you master,” Kurama said very suggestively.

Hiei turned on his heels to glower at the seductive red head, “No.”

Kurama giggled, and sat down on the couch watching as the news ended before turning to watch some early morning cartoons that he used to watch before he had to start getting up and going out the door to pose like an idiot.

Kurama heard the bathroom door open, and the soft footfalls of Hiei running quickly across the carpeted floor. He turned around just in time to see a wet Hiei clad only in a towel, run across the room to a small bag before running back to the bathroom, but it was too late Kurama had seen more than enough to get his blood pumping.

“I think you might be wearing too much,” Kurama shouted to Hiei through the bathroom door.

“Shut up,” was all Hiei said.

‘Damn he’s hot,’ Kurama waved a hand in his face, hoping it would cool his over heated cheeks.

When Hiei reentered, fully clothed to Kurama's disappointment, he told Kurama to clean up the bathroom a bit, and put his dirty clothes in suitcase in the corner.

When everything was packed and put away, Hiei led Kurama out into the parking lot, forcing the taller boy in drag to carry the suitcase.

“Hey, there Hiei, good morning,” Yusuke greeted, “Who’s your friend there?”

“This is Minamino. She’s my personal servant for the next week.”

“Why?”

“She lost a bet.”

“Okay,” Yusuke shrugged nonchalantly, and walked on to the bus.

“Hello, again, Kurama, why are you wearing a dress?” a soft voice asked behind the two boys.

“It’s nice to see that somebody recognizes me even if I’m in a dress. Good morning to you, too, Yukina.”

“Don’t speak slave,” Hiei growled.

“Hiei,” Yukina scolded.

“It’s his own fault. I told him what the consequences would be if he lost.”

“Brother,” Yukina shook her head before turning back to the boy in the French maid costume. “So you will be with us for the rest of the tour?”

“No, just the next week.”

“Hn, you’re not a very good stalker. That’s all that’s left of the tour,” Hiei smirked at Kurama.

“I don’t keep track of your schedules, just who you are,” he smiled.

“So, yes after the tour is over, Kazuma and I are to get married and go on our honeymoon,” she smiled proudly, but a slight blush arose on her cheeks.

“That’s so sweet. I wish you both the greatest happiness.”

“Would you like to come? You could be Hiei’s date.”

“No.”

“I believe it’s up to Kurama whether he wants to go or not.”

“Yeah, but it’s also my say whether or not he’s my date to that idiot and your wedding,” Hiei snapped.

Kurama felt a slight twist in his stomach. He always thought Hiei was the nicest brother in the world. Now here he was, yelling at his sister.

“Hiei, please, Kazuma and I are in love, I wish you would be happy for us,” tears welled up in her large garnet eyes.

“Yukina,” Kurama whispered, feeling bad for the poor sister.

“It’s okay, Kurama, Hiei’s always like this.”

Another twist initiated in the pit of his stomach.

“Only when you talk about being with that moron. Please don’t cry,” he wrapped his arms around the girl tenderly, trying to console her.

Kurama had to hold back a slight giggle. How he wished he had a camera, the twins were so cute. A sudden wind made Kurama shiver.

“Oh, Hiei, will you get Kurama on to the bus, it’s freezing out here,” Yukina scolded.

“Fine,” Hiei caved easily, “Just put the suit case in that compartment over there and we can go in.”

“This one?” Kurama opened a door in the side of the bus, but had to bend over a whole lot to get the suit case all the way into the compartment, baring a lot of leg and a bit of ass.

“Oh, my,” Yukina gasped, covering her eyes.

“Eep,” Hiei gasped, feeling his face heat up quickly.

“What’s going…? Whoa!” Kuwabara came up behind the siblings, and immediately turned his back on the very much bared ass, “Who is that?”

“My servant, Minamino, she’ll be joining us for the rest of the tour,” Hiei said almost zombie like.

“Yes, she’s very nice,” Yukina said before grabbing Hiei’s shirt making him turn the other way, “Now stop staring.”

“Oh, right,” his face felt like it was on fire.

“What’s going on?” Kurama walked up behind the band members.

“Nothing,” Hiei said instantly.

“Really? Then why are you all red?” he giggled.

“Shut up, slave. Let’s get inside, it’s cold out here.”

“Yes, master,” Kurama smiled, ignoring the odd stare from Kuwabara.

“Minamino?” Yukina pondered as she watched her brother and the boy he obviously had a crush on go into the bus.

“These are the bunk beds, which is where I’ll be sleeping.”

“Ooh, do I get to sleep with you?”

“No,” he continued down the bus into a back room through a deep red door, “This is where you will be staying.”

“Oh,” he pouted, draping his arms over Hiei’s strong shoulders, “but you…”

“Will not be touched,” he shrugged out of Kurama's grasp, “Nor are you to touch any of the equipment back here.”

The model pouted at the short bass player, but was ignored.

“You got that, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Hey Hiei, I heard you were bringing…” Botan burst into the room, hitting Kurama, who in turn, spun in to Hiei, and pulled them both on to the couch, straddling the other boy’s hips. “…a friend… Oops, am I barging in on something?”

“Maybe,” Kurama purred, laying down completely on the stunned Hiei.

“No,” the latter pushed the taller one off, sending him to the floor, his legs wide open, the skirt rising to dangerously high levels.

“But, master,” Kurama pouted up at the band member adorably, shifting his legs so that they closed, but made the skirt rise even higher.

“Stand up,” Hiei demanded, feeling a hot flush beginning to over take his face again.

“You’re so cute,” he jumped up, throwing his arms around Hiei’s neck, holding him as close as possible.

“I told you that I will not be touched,” he pulled the long limbs from around him.

“But you’re so soft and cuddly,” Kurama continued to latch on to the shorter boy possessively.

“I am neither soft nor cuddly!” he shouted, but it just made the tall model giggle at him. “Shut up!” he shoved the other boy into the couch again.

The redhead landed with a loud and undignified yelp.

“Hn, I thought you models were supposed to be graceful.”

“I am.”

“You yelped.”

“You pushed me.”

“It’s not like I pushed you hard. You’re a real feather weight, a lot lighter than you look.”

“Um, Hiei?” Botan watched the two boys ignore her and continue to flirt undaunted, “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Minamino, my new slave. Now get out,” he roared at the innocent blue haired girl, who knew better than to hang around when Hiei didn’t want her there, and in a flash, she was gone.

“Oh, that’s right! I wanted to know how you knew my size.”

The other boy answered with a shrug, “Keiko’s magazines. I went all over town looking for your costumes.”

“Costumes? What else exactly did you get for me?”

Hiei chuckled maniacally, and his mouth twitched into an equally evil curl of his lips. “You’ll see.”

“When you said my legs would be put to good use…” he lifted a foot to rub on the inside of Hiei’s thigh, and in the process showed of more of his legs, “Is this what you meant?”

Knocking the offending foot away, he answered, “Yes. Now stop touching me.”

“But you’re so close, and hard to resist.”

“Shut up,” Hiei rolled his eyes, but could feel the heat of a blush creep up on his cheeks.

Without warning, Kurama stood, holding Hiei in his arms, their bodies pressed together, “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

“S-s-stop messing with m-me.”

“I’m not, Hiei,” he rubbed his cheek in the spiky hair, “You’re the hottest man I have ever seen.”

“Shut up,” Hiei growled, and shoved the maid back into the couch, and stormed back into the main part of the bus with Kurama hot on his tail.

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Hope you enjoyed Kurama in a French maid costume.

~TBC~