Model and the Bass

Am I supposed to move this into slash?

Sorry about the huge delay, I think that I've written myself into a corner, and I've been trying to find a way out, but it's getting hard since I didn't have them in character to begin with, and my style has changed a little since I started writing this story I forget how long ago. This is about as far as I got last time before I stopped, but I don't plan on giving up on the story.

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Chapter 9: Practice

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“Was there ever something that you wanted to be before you joined the group?”

“Besides gang leader? Nothing really.”

“You wanted to be a gang leader? What made you want to be that?”

“The fact that I was the second-in-command of one.”

“You were in a gang?” emerald eyes grew wide.

“Hn,” Hiei nodded.

“Is that why you always wear those bandanas? Are they your gang colors?” he sounded almost sick and his worried expression made Hiei’s guilt overwhelming… Yukina had given him the same looks when she found out about his ‘friends’.

“I wear the bandanas to hide the fact that I was in a gang,” he reached up and started to untie the cloth.

“No,” Kurama gently touched the bass player’s elbow, “You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to.”

Hiei nodded, but continued to undo the knot, and pulled it off, which caused Kurama to gasp softly before reaching up shaking fingers to run over the skin tenderly.

“What? What happened?”

“I quit the gang.”

“So they slashed your forehead open?” Kurama gasped.

“There is a rule in the gang I was in; the only way to get out alive is to fight for your life.”

“Who did you have to fight?”

“The entire gang.”

“Oh my,” bright green eyes went wide.

“They weren’t too hard, but the leader, she was always a better fighter than me…”

“I.”

“What?”

“She was always a better fighter than I.”

“You’re correcting my English?”

“Sorry, it’s an old habit from high school, but please, go on with your story.”

“Anyway, I was finally about to get the upper hand when she grabbed a broken bottle and lashed out at me. She got me across the forehead, leaving me with this.”

“You say it with such admiration.”

“I wanted to leave, and she wanted to leave me with something to remind me of her every single day. It’s rather impressive.”

“You love her don’t you…?”

“We were together for a while…”

“Do you still…?”

“Love her? Fuck no! She’s tried to kill me more than once.”

Kurama let out a sigh of breath that he didn’t know he had been holding, “Really? How?”

“The first time was in the gang decommissioning ceremony, which was expected, but the second time was a little after I met you in the alley. She came out from the shadows and tried to assassinate me with a wire across the throat.”

“Oh no. How did you get away?” he was almost clawing at Hiei’s body as he listened intently.

“I heard her coming, so I easily grabbed the wire and kicked her across the head, and left as quickly as possible.”

“Mm, that’s really hot,” he settled as close as possible to the shorter teen.

“Kurama, stop, there’s something that you don’t know about me.”

“What else is there?” he was already almost completely in Hiei’s lap at this point, they’re finished breakfasts left on the cart.

“This is illegal.”

“What is?”

“How old are you?”

“I’m the same age as you, seventeen.”

“Now think about it, my twin sister is going to marry a twenty-five year old moron. Isn’t that a little odd to you?”

“So… how old are you?”

“Twenty-three,” he mumbled, still trying to get Kurama off his lap.

“Six years, that’s not too bad,” Kurama pouted, holding as tightly as Hiei allowed him to.

“Kurama, read my lips, illegal.”

“Yes, I understand, but… Hiei, you have no idea how much I’ve loved you for the past five years, I’ve been alone for so long, on the streets. You saved me, you helped me. I owe you everything that I am today.”

“Hn,” he looked away stubbornly.

“I know you’ll never accept this, but I really love you,” he kissed Hiei on the cheek.

“Kurama,” he sighed out before getting up to hide in the bathroom for a little bit.

“Hiei, wait…”

“Stay there please,” Hiei stated solemnly, keeping his eyes on the bathroom. There were too many things going through his head at the moment, and he couldn’t seem to think straight when he was too close to the redhead.

Said redhead, on the other hand, was feeling rather disheartened at the moment as he watched his hands clench into fists. He needed to calm down, Hiei didn’t like it when he was acting like one of the love struck groupies. He had to prove that he wasn’t like them. He had to make Hiei see him as more than just another horny teen.

He was in such deep thought that he didn’t notice as his friend came out of the bathroom in the red outfit that they had bought the night before.

“Ah, Hiei! You look so good in that!” he jumped the shorter man. There went the deep thought of convincing Hiei that he was more than just a groupie.

“Let go,” Hiei tried to pull the redhead from him, but Kurama had clung on tightly, “Hey, watch your hands.”

“How do you feel in that?” he ran a palm over the boy’s chest smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles.

“Like I’m Asian, is that what you want?”

“You look really hot,” he pulled Hiei against him, swooping into claim the thin lips once again.

“Kurama,” Hiei held the redhead at arm’s length.

“Sorry, I know you don’t feel the same way about me, but I do care for you.”

“Hn,” Hiei huffed.

“Hey, are you two ready to go?” Koenma tapped on the door.

“Yeah, just a minute,” Hiei grunted loudly, but turned to the taller man, and continued softly, “Go change your clothes.”

“…Yes, master.”

“Stop that, okay?” Hiei ran his hands up and down the long lithe arms. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to run his hands over Kurama's arms, but he felt the need, and caved into the feeling.

“Hiei,” Kurama leaned more into the warmth for a little while before finally leaving to change into one of his new Chinese tunics.

“Are you ready?” Hiei sighed heavily when Kurama finally came out of the bathroom.

“Yes,” he smiled softly. It was different from his usual smiles. This one was softer, and his eyes were absolutely breath taking.

Hiei actually found himself smiling back. The boy was truly beautiful, and he felt that he could stare into those deep emerald eyes for the rest of the day.

Kurama felt that they were starting to connect, and leaned into brush his lips just over Hiei’s.

“Oi, Hiei, time to go,” Yusuke banged on the door suddenly, breaking the two boy’s eye contact, and the taller boy pulled away harshly.

“Hn,” he grunted, and headed for the door, but Kurama pulled at his arm, and Hiei thought that the model was going to try and kiss him again.

“Wait,” the redhead pulled out a strip of cloth and tied it around Hiei’s forehead, gently and lovingly, leaving a soft kiss on the bandana before pulling away, “Perfect.”

“Hn,” Hiei nodded, and the two made their way to the waiting car for the ride to the stage.

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The beauty and the bass player sat next to one another in the empty audience during the band’s break.

Yukina let out a sigh of relief as she noticed that her brother was actually happy for once. The two seemed to be having fun just talking in the front row; Kurama whispering some thing into Hiei’s ear.

“Yo, is the shrimp actually smiling?” Kuwabara asked a little louder than he meant too, but he was just so surprised after knowing him for seemingly forever, he had never seen the short man smile except when Hiei had just insulted him.

“Shut up, you idiot,” Yusuke hissed as they all continued to watch the two boys chit chat about whatever Kurama could think of.

“I think we have an audience,” Kurama whispered to Hiei softly, tickling his ear.

“Hn, idiots.”

“I think we should give them a show,” Kurama laughed softly, and kissed Hiei on the cheek quickly.

“Don’t do that!” he nearly shrieked.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it,” he giggled, “Kazuma’s turning a bright red.”

“Yeah, he does match your hair.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“He’s not used to two men being together.”

“So, we’re together?” he had to restrain himself from jumping the shorter man.

“I did not say that,” he stated firmly, leaning away from the redhead.

“They really look like a cute couple, don’t they?” Botan said giddily.

“Yes,” Yukina agreed, “it’s been too long since I’ve seen Hiei smile like that.”

“Uh-oh, Hiei’s suddenly looking a little mad,” Yusuke pointed out.

“Oh dear. I wonder if Kurama said something perverted again,” the bass player’s twin covered her innocent smile as she watched the two interact.

“Come on you two. I want to see some action!”

Everyone turned to slowly stare at the brown haired girl who was glaring at the boys sitting in the seats.

“Eh… heh, heh, heh,” she scratched the back of her head, “sorry, pretty boy action is hot.”

Yusuke just glared at his wife.

“I said sorry.”

“Alright, you two,” Koenma came out on the stage to see Hiei and Kurama still in the audience, “break it up. You guys get one more set out and then it’ll be lunch, so hurry up.”

“Hn,” Hiei nodded, and left Kurama sitting in the seats.

Kurama watched, completely enthralled, as the band picked up their instruments. He was having his own private viewing of his favorite band, and would be able to eat lunch with them, and then sleep in the same room, if not the same bed, as his long time crush, Hiei. He could think of no way in which life could get any better. Music filled the theater, pounding from the large and elaborate sound system. Closing his eyes, Kurama listened closely to the amazing sound. He admitted that the lyrics could get to be a little cheesy at times and a lot of them were just for the hell of rhyming, but the sound solely belonged to Red Carnage.

Suddenly, Kurama felt as if he were on fire. Those crimson eyes were boring into him when he finally opened his own bright emeralds to meet the bass player’s stare. Hiei was looking right at him, singing just for him. True they were singing about how the government screwed people over, but it was still Hiei’s voice specifically for Kurama.

“Alright you guy, we got the sound ready, and the specifics set aside. Time for lunch. Is pizza alright with everyone?”

“Sausage!”

“Spinach!”

“Pineapple!”

“Sardines,” everyone turned to the petite blue haired girl, “I wanted to try something new.”

“Um, I think that’s something you can live without trying, love,” Kuwabara draped an arm over Yukina’s shoulders.

“Okay,” Botan started jotting down orders, “Oh, what would Kurama like?”

“How should I know?” Hiei growled when the question was directed towards him.

“Well, aren’t you two getting a little close?”

“So?” he dared her to say anything else.

“Um… Kurama, honey,” she quickly ran to the edge of the stage to ask what he wanted on his pizza.

“No, I’m fine thank you,” he raised his hands, but was cut short when he found crimson eyes glaring at him.

“What was that?” Hiei growled.

“I mean nothing on my pizza, just plain cheese,” he laughed nervously.

“Hn,” the shorter boy jumped from the stage to join Kurama in the stands, “We’ll split a large.”

“A large?” Kurama pouted. He knew Hiei thought he was skinny, but he didn’t think Hiei liked them obese.

“Yes,” he held out his hand to the taller teen, for some reason this seemed natural to him.

“Er… okay,” he took the hand eagerly, but he was obviously still uncertain about the pizza, “Where are we going?” he followed Hiei backstage and into the dressing room, “Why Hiei, I thought we were going to wait until I was legal.”

“I’m not waiting for anything,” he cursed knowing instantly that he had worded that wrong, and the redhead had jumped on him the instant the last word was uttered.

“Yay!”

“What is the matter with you?” he tried desperately to hold the teen off of him, but Kurama was strong, and had Hiei in a tight hug.

“I love you so much, Hiei. I never thought I could actually love anyone, but you… you’re so different from everyone else. I can’t help how I feel. Just being near you, makes me happy, and touching you sets every inch of my skin on fire. I love your voice, your talent, your eyes, and your attitude towards life. You are absolutely amazing… Are you blushing?” he giggled.

“Shut up, and why are you still sitting on me?” he demanded roughly.

“Because,” Kurama started to nuzzle up to Hiei’s slender neck, “I feel so at ease in your arms. It’s as if the rest of the world could melt away, but it wouldn’t matter because I have you.”

“Hn,” he relaxed slightly underneath the light weight.

Kurama smiled, sure it wasn’t the strong embrace he had been dreaming of, but at least Hiei wasn’t pushing him off in complete disgust.

“Shuuichi!” a deep voice boomed from just outside of the changing room.

“Uh-oh…” the model nearly gasped. He recognized that voice, and he was in deep shit.

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~TBC~ eventually...

Sorry about the pizza comment, I don't think like that at all. Remember he's a model who's used to eating next to nothing. Oh, yes, and this is NOT how I view models! Sorry, I just realized how dumb I made Kurama seem as well as the girls from earlier. I am actually friends with a non-professional model, and love her to death. Just wanted to make that clear.

Thanks for reading! Please leave feedback, especially if you have any ideas. Thanks Chibi Hentai, for your idea, and if I can actually get this story out, I'm pretty sure it will be in here somewhere.