Subject: [FF/Lemon-lime?] YYH Tall Blue Drinks pt. 5
From: Shannon Richmeyer
Date: 1/7/1997, 1:58 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

Next bit...last bit? Maybe.


	Hiei sat bolt upright, tense and alert. Kurama yawned and stretched
languidly next to him as Hiei scrunched his eyes shut against the brilliant
early morning sunlight that flooded the room. He let out a subdued and
pain-filled hiss as he sagged and buried his face in his hands. Kurama slid
out of the bed and shrugged on his robe as he went to the desk and poured
the water into the waiting mug. Hiei didn't open his eyes, just held out
his hand when Kurama brought the tea over to him. He made a fierce face as
he sipped.

	"What's in this?"

	"Hair of dog, toad's tongues, dragon's toenails," Kurama answered
with a little smile.

	"You have a glib answer for everything, don't you?" Hiei snarled
back, definitely in an evil mood.

	"No, not for everything," Kurama ignored Hiei's flair of temper as
he settled on the end of the bed, arms crossed.

	If Hiei hadn't been concentrating so hard on muting the
reconstruction going on inside his head caused by the horde of tiny demons
in grungy socks which had run over his tongue en-route to his brain, he
would have picked up on the longing note under Kurama's voice. As it was,
he only had a muddled impression of what had happened last night. He eyes
opened wide and he swallowed square and coughed, panic flicking through him
as he thought he remembered being kissed and kissing...

	"Did we...?" he asked hesitantly.

	Kurama let him hang for a moment and watched as Hiei picked at the
rumpled blanket anxiously with his free hand, then shook his head 'no'. He
wasn't sure if it was relief or disappointment he saw in Hiei's eyes. A
soft knock against his door was followed by his mothers voice.

	"Shuichi?"

	"I'm up, Mother."

	"I'll be back in a minute," he told Hiei as he rose and headed for
the door.

	"Kurama...thank you," Hiei said softly as Kurama started to open
the door.

	There was so many things hidden in the tone of those three words.

	"Anytime, Hiei," he answered back on as many levels.

	When he came back from cleaning up for the morning, the room was
empty and the window open as he expected. He went and closed it, then
rested his forehead against the cold glass and smiled out at the single
footprint on the snow that mantled the thick branch outside. Hiei must be
feeling terrible to leave any clue that he had passed this way. He sighed.
Passed and gone. But he would be back. The line of a poem he'd had to
memorize for class last year came into his head.

	'Like a woman wailing for her demon lover...'

	Well, maybe he was. But unlike that lost soul, his demon would be back.


to be continued?