O.K. This is Yaoi but there is no Lemon in it. C&C would be appreciated
unless it's a rant over the subject matter in general. If such things
offend you, you shouldn't be reading it anyway.

Enjoy!

Windlily

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	Yukina let out a breath of relief when the front door opened and
Kurama came in. He gave her a wan smile as he came and knelt next to the
sofa where she sat with her sleeping brothers head in her lap. She had
started to fear that Kurama had really and truly left as the hours ticked
by. It was almost time for Hiei to wake up again.

	"How is he?" Kurama asked as he started to reach to touch Hiei's
cheek, then pulled his hand away.

	"Oh, fine. Cranky, but then he always is, isn't he?" she answered
in a light voice and snuck a peek at his aura.

	It normal soothing and steady green was shot through with black
streaks of exhaustion and depression. Mother Snow! Kurama was reacting to
this far worse than her twin was. She kept her tone light as she suggested
Kurama take Hiei into the bedroom or find a bucket. The smile he gave her
was almost his normal one as he gathered Hiei into his arms and took him
into the other room. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she stay and try to
be a referee or leave the two to sort their own problems. She decided that
the two of them needed to work it out on their own and was putting on her
coat by the door when Kurama came back out.

	"I've really got to go! I made you dinner, it's in the oven staying
warm. Kurama...it will work out. Just give him some time to get used to the
idea."

	"Thank you for staying so long, Yukina. And thanks for the dinner,"
Kurama gave her a bow and avoided her last comment.

	She stretched up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gave her a
genuine smile and a nod and she left knowing she had done all she could.


* * *


	Hiei frowned and studied Kurama's profile as they ate. Kurama
hadn't said one word to him yet. He didn't seem angry, just...distant.
Very, very distant. Shit. If this was what he was the treatment he was
going to get for the next three months, then his decision was right. He
figured that Kurama didn't have any children because he didn't want any. He
wasn't sure if he wanted any either. And he was pretty certain that if he
did decide to have any, he was not going to do the carrying and baring of
them.

	Yukina had inadvertently given him the solution to his problem with
the warning not to use any rei while he was carrying the babies. They were
already drawing most of his energy, that was the reason he was so exhausted
and sleepy all of the time. She also had said that if he used his rei for
anything it would endanger the babies and he could loose them. Well, that's
exactly what he was planning on doing. This pregnancy was a big mistake and
one that he was going to rectify tomorrow when Kurama went to class.


	Kurama's restless movements roused him and he snarled soundlessly
as he waited for the wave of nausea that always accompanied his waking. He
was surprised when there was nothing more than an uncomfortable queasiness
that was possible to suppress. He glanced at the clock. He was also awake
an hour earlier than he should be. Well, with the way Kurama was tossing
and turning, no wonder. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could get
a good look at his lover. Shit, it was one of his nightmares.

	Kurama had a really bad one about once every other month. The first
few times he had simply vacated the bedding and fled to the roof. Then
Kurama had chosen to have a whopper on an evening when he had barely
managed to drag himself back into the safe haven of his lovers arms very
chewed up from an encounter with an extremely unhappy dragon. He could
barely move and Kurama had been doing an excellent impression of an
eight-limbed Juus having an epileptic fit.

	He had hit on a solution that had worked wondrously. He had dipped
into Kurama's dream state and overlaid a few of his own contented memories
of the two of them together. It had nudged the Youko's subconscious out of
his nightmare instantly and Hiei had done it ever since. He had found that
he didn't like sleeping alone and this way they both got to finish the
night in peace. Though he ended up with a very aroused and determined
Kurama to deal with on the mornings after.

	He opened the Jagon as he put light fingers on Kurama's forehead
and discovered suddenly that he had no control over the thing. Instead of
the third eye obeying his will and transferring the images he had decided
on, he found himself in Kurama's dreamscape. He hated this! Dreams had no
meaning except to the dreamer and he found himself in a chaotic frenzy of
rapidly shifting images. Horrify images.

	Tiny, silver-furred youko kits floating with wide golden eyes under
crystal clear water accompanied by Kurama's howling screams and a females
light laughter...Kurama, covered with soot and blood trying to piece
together the bodies of four kits, sobbing but hands steady as he worked
with a grim determination...Kurama reaching for a newborn pair of twins
that Hiei held and screaming as all three of them ignited and burned into
cinders as soon as he touched them...the contact was broken when Kurama
twisted away and a wave of weakness hit him as he felt a twinge of pain in
his middle.

	The Jagon...it was sucking away his rei...the babies! He was aware
of them now, could see the tiny sparks of their life-forces in his body.
Black sparks with a silver corona. Sparks that were wavering slightly.
Suddenly those sparks where the most important thing to him in the world.
He would never let anything harm them, not even himself! He willed the
Jagon to close and groaned when it wouldn't obey. Fuck! The ward...he
needed to get the ward...

	"Kurama..."


	Kurama jerked out of the nightmare and panted into the darkness...what?

	"Kurama..." barely audible, *Hiei*, he turned his head...the Jagon
was open and glowing lambent red.

	"Hiei?"

	"...ward..." it was a whispered plea.

	It took a half-second for Kurama to place what Hiei was asking for,
then he was a blur of motion. He winced as he heard the hiss of burned
flesh as he pressed the strip of ward covered fabric over the Jagon and
lifted Hiei's head so he could wrap and tie it. He had never known Hiei to
loose control of his implant like this. A trembling hand caught one of his
own, a weak pressure as it guided his hand down and placed it flat against
Hiei's belly.

	"Check them, Kurama. Make sure they're all right..." Hiei's eyes
slid closed and he went limp.

	Kurama knew what he was asking and shifted form without a thought.
He took a deep breath as his senses shifted and expanded and golden eyes
narrowed as he focused on the aura of his mate and the two little sparks of
new life at it's core. They were flickering and distressed, pulling Hiei's
rei, his very life-force from him. Hiei was almost gone and Kurama knew
suddenly what was happening. Stupid, stubborn youkai! Hiei's
self-preservation instincts should have kicked in, stopping the flow of rei
to the kits when his own was so severely depleted. Hiei was still
channeling it to them and Kurama knew he would until they all died. That
was a thing Kurama would not allow to happen. He drew his thumbnail across
the underside of his right forearm opening a deep gash, then pressed it to
Hiei's mouth.

	"Take it, Hiei!" he growled as Hiei didn't respond.

	Then he exhaled as fire lanced up his arm as Hiei sank his fangs
and started to suck both blood and rei. He leaned back against the wall for
support, cradling his mate against his chest as the rei flowed out of him.
Hiei was purring now, a sweet sound wound around a hypnotic vibration. He
felt his form shift as he weakened and again felt the loss of what he was,
what he by choice lived without, and still Hiei fed. He knew he had given
as much as he safely could, that he needed to stop Hiei, but that purr had
wrapped itself around his heartbeat and insinuated itself into his mind
making it too much of an effort to move, to resist.


* * *

	Hiei purred contentedly, sated and still half caught in
memory-dreams as he slowly started to wake up. The taste of human blood,
the sweetest and the best, was in his mouth and a vibrant fire that hummed
through his veins. He wondered how many more times he could feed off the
human he had caught as he pressed his tongue against the cool flesh of the
wound and felt for it's pulse. It was weak and sluggish and the blood that
trickled onto his tongue had very little rei left in it. He heaved an
unhappy sigh and decided he might as well finish it off now. He bit down,
re-seating his fangs in preparation to fed some more and heard a whisper of
pain/protest come from his treat.

	It snapped him into full wakefulness. He was on his back, Kurama a
slumped shadow next to him, and it was Kurama's flesh that he had his teeth
in. *Oh, shit!* He opened his mouth carefully so his fangs would do no more
damage, then sat up as the nights events came back to him in a rush. One
hand went without thought to cover the little lives in his body as the
other went to the ward around his forehead. He paused just on the verge of
pushing it up out of the way. He couldn't use it! He ground his teeth in
frustration as he reached for the light.

	He didn't need the Jagon to tell that Kurama needed a lot of blood,
fast. His hands were a blur as he wrapped a bandage around Kurama's wound.
His stupid lover was going to need every drop he had left. He wrapped
Kurama's pale and cold form into a blanket and told himself to stay calm as
he wrestled with Kurama's long and limp body. Finally he had him loaded and
balanced across his shoulders. He paused to pick up the phone thing, then
blurred out of sight.

	He was angry at his breathlessness and the creeping exhaustion that
kept trying to take him to his knees as he staggered into the emergency
room of the human hospital. Humans were swarming around him suddenly and
Kurama was lifted from his shoulders making it easier for him to breathe.

	"He's lost a lot of blood," he managed to pant out at one of the
healers.

	She nodded at him and they were gone. He slunk into a dark corner
and eyed the phone thing he had tucked into his pocket as he worked on
getting his breath back. Hiei hated Ningenkai machines. He didn't
understand or trust their magic. But Kurama had said if he ever needed to
talk to Yukina with it he only had to push the first and last button.

	*Work...* he willed it as it and winced as it started a shrill
ringing in his ear.

	He knew the human healers would be able to put back the blood
Kurama was missing. Kurama's damaged and drained rei was something they had
no experience with and he needed Yukina's help.

	"Yo," Kuwabara's sleepy voice grumbled in place of the ring.

	"I want to talk to Yukina."

	"Who is this?" Kuwabara asked around a yawn.

	"Hiei, you idiot. Let me talk to my sister!"

	"Hiei? You even sound like a gi..." there was the sounds of a minor
scuffle and he could hear Kuwabara laughing in the background. He promised
himself he would break a few of that asshole's fingers the next time he saw
him...

	"Hiei? What's wrong?" Yukina asked, having apparently gotten the
phone away from her husband.

	 "We need you. We're at the human hospital east of the apartment."

	"I'm on my way."

	His sisters voice was cut off and replaced by a most annoying buzz.
He scowled at the handset and pushed buttons. Nothing worked so he whacked
it against the wall until it stopped. He was overtaken by a huge yawn as he
put it back in his pocket. He wanted to do nothing more than curl up in the
hidden space behind the fake plants that shared the corner with him and
sleep as he started to feel light-headed and floaty. But first he had to
find out where they had taken Kurama.


* * *

	Yukina left a grumbling Shizuru to hash out Kurama's admission
details with the stubborn woman at the front desk. Shizuru just was not a
morning person, even though it technically was still night. The sun had
just started to lighten the horizon in preparation for her lift into the
sky. Yukina smiled sweetly. That rude woman had just met her match. The
receptionist had squawked and sputtered when Shizuru had simply reached
over into the folders on the other side of the counter and pulled the right
one out. She had stepped back out of the receptionists range and read the
Ward number out loud to Yukina and made a shoo-ing motion at her, then
offered the folder back to the lady with a cold smile.

	Yukina slipped on silent feet through ward 4-1 trying not to
disturb the other human patients that slept there as she peeked shyly into
each curtained space. Hiei and Kurama were in the last one on the left. Her
twin was in a chair pulled up close to the bed on the right side, clear of
the huddle of equipment and the ward nurse that was to Kurama's left. He
was asleep, his head turned slightly in the crook of his left arm and next
to Kurama's shoulder, his right hand resting lightly over his lovers own.
It had always amazed her how sweet and unguarded Hiei's face was when he
slept and now, with his normal chiseled angles softened by the curse, he
was downright angelic.

	"May I help you?" The nurse gave Yukina a hard once over, her hands
busy exchanging an almost empty IV bag with a full one that held the
red-black of human blood.

	"I'm family," Yukina assured her and flashed her best smile.

	The nurse relaxed and let Yukina head for her twin unchallenged.
She shifted her vision as she started across the few feet that separated
the edge of the curtain from the bed. Her steps stuttered and she stopped,
staying well out of the range of her brothers aura for the moment. She had
never seen it like this! It was almost overwhelming and mantled like a pair
of shadow wings around himself and the unconscious youko. Her eyes narrowed
with worry as she tried to find Kurama's green in all that black and she
gave a little gasp as she detected the deep red tinge in the cold black
refection of Hiei's inner fire. *Oh, Hiei! What did you do?*

	"What happened?" She asked the nurse, wanting as much information
as possible before she ventured into Hiei's space.

	"They're not sure. He," she pointed at Kurama, "was almost blue
from blood loss when he was brought in. There is a laceration on his right
arm, but nothing that should have bled that much. She," the nurse pointed
at Hiei, "came with the gurney when they brought him up from the ER. They
told me she had brought him in, so I figured it was all right for her to
stay with him?" the nurse ask hesitantly, a little unnerved by the way
Yukina was staring at her twin.

	Yukina dragged her focus away from the bed and blinked a little
dazedly at the nurse. She saw the distress in the tiny and soft white/blue
of her human aura, a weak glow against Hiei's shadow, and made herself
smile.

	"Yes. Hiei's his..." she paused for a moment and hunted for an
explanation this human and none of the others that were wandering around
would question, "...fiancee."

	The nurse nodded, reassured and then smiled, giving reassurance
back. "He'll be all right once we get another pint in him. "

	She decided not to tell this delicate little thing just how close
the young man she was tending had come to death. She seemed shocked enough
as it was.

	"All done," she said softly to her patient and Yukina as she
reached out and patted his hand.

	A chill ran up her arm and raised the hairs there. She pulled her
hand away quickly as she had the feeling that something dangerous was
hovering close and didn't like her touching the red-headed young man. Then
she shook her head and chided herself mentally for being silly.

	"I'll be right back."

	Yukina gave her a distracted nod and wished she would leave
permanently so she could get to work. It worried her that Kurama's rei was
so weak than she could not find a trace of his aura, though she hoped that
it was only because Hiei's was so strong at the moment that it was masking
the Youko's. The nurse came back with a stool and she colored prettily and
bowed, truly surprised at the woman's thoughtfulness.

	"I'll be back in a little while to check on him," the nurse assured
her with a glance at her watch as Yukina took control of the stool, then
left pulling the curtain closed behind her.

	Yukina waited a full minute to make sure the nurse wouldn't be back
for some forgotten item, then took a deep breath and advanced cautiously on
her brother. She knew from the size of his aura and the rei swirling in it
that he was Bloodhigh and in the sated stupor that feeding on human blood
brought to the Koorime. And he had lost the babies. If he still carried
them his aura should have been wrapped tightly around him and barely
visible to her. She stepped into the radius of it and for a moment felt the
push backwards and threat of promised violence. Then it was enfolding her,
warm and welcoming as Hiei's subconscious registered and accepted her
presence. She put a hand on his back, felt the rumble as he purred softly a
few times as she started a quick check to make sure he was all right before
she turned her attention to Kurama.

	She startled, then smiled. They were still there! She took in a
little surprised gasp of air. Not only there, but growing! She could see it
happening as they fed greedily on the rei that Hiei had in so much
abundance at the moment. They hadn't even put a dent in it yet. She lifted
her hand and wondered how long Hiei's Bloodhigh would last with the babies
feeding off it. She was very pleased that both he and the babies were all
right. She was not very pleased with her thoughts on how Hiei had achieved
this state. She put her hand on her twins wrist needing to remove his
physical contact with Kurama so she could see what was going on with the
damaged youko. Hiei's eyes snapped open and a warning growl, somehow more
menacing in the higher pitch of his female form, froze her. Bloodhigh
Koorime were very dangerous and Hiei might react before he realized what he
was doing.

	"Hiei, you need to let go and move," she kept her tone low and
soothing. "I can't see what's wrong with Kurama with your aura oozing all
over him."

	The growl cut off as Hiei narrowed his eyes at her, then he smiled
and she almost giggled. If Hiei knew how disarming that expression was he'd
have an incredible weapon to add to his arsenal.

	"'kay, 'kina," he mumbled at her as he moved his hand after giving
Kurama's a light squeeze, then leaned back in his chair.

	She gave him a smile and a pat on his knee, then focused on Kurama.
She frowned unhappily. It was as bad as she had feared. She couldn't see
his aura at all. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought him to
be what her husband so unkindly called a 'brick'. A human with so little
spirit that it couldn't even cast an aura. She had to reach out and
physically touch Kurama's skin to get any reading off of him.

	Mother Snow! In her other vision he now appeared almost
translucent, a crystal shell barely prismed with the verdant greens he
normally shone with. And that was fading rapidly as his physical body drew
on it to heal itself. What in the Worlds had he been thinking to let Hiei
drain him this much? She dipped into her talent and started to feed him
some of her own strength. She let out a breath of relief as she saw the
green of his power pulse, then spread until it lightly tinged his whole
being. That had been too close. If Kurama had lost any more rei he would
have ended up with his power crippled. As it was, he was going to be a
psychic invalid for weeks.

	She sighed softly as she snagged the stool with one foot and
dragged it over so she could perch on it, still keeping her fingers in
contact with the youko's skin. She knew she would need to monitor Kurama
and keep passing along small doses of her power until his body stopped
drawing on his resources long enough for him to start to recharge his own
rei. The blood flowing into his body was helping, but still, it was going
to be a long morning.


* * *

	Hiei snapped awake, stiff and uncomfortable and tensed as he tried
to place the unfamiliar surroundings. He registered Kurama, still faded and
pale against the white sheets of the bed but not as dead looking as he had
been, Yukina sitting next to him letting out a huge yawn, the slightly
faded smell of cigarette smoke and perfume that meant that Shizuru had just
been close. The human hospital...the smell of cigarettes and perfume mixed
with the scents of the sick and his stomach lurched. He sat up ramrod
straight and swallowed hard as he clutched the side of the chair. *Shit, I
hoped this part was over!*

	Yukina looked over at Hiei's sudden movement and knew from the
convulsive swallow and her twins expression what was coming. She hopped off
the stool to scurry around the bed to the wastebasket there. She kicked it
so it slid under the high bed and stopped right between her twins feet just
as he retched. She gave him a sympathetic look as she tracked the soft
soled rush of the nurses feet closing on them fast. The nurse whipped
through the curtain, her eyes on the still unconscious Kurama. She looked
relieved when she saw it wasn't her patient getting ill, then her
expression turned sympathetic also as she saw Hiei put his face in his
hands and the wastebasket between his feet.

	"Done?" the nurse asked gently.

	Hiei nodded and she collected the wastebasket and hurried away.
Yukina headed back around the bed as Hiei fumbled under the oversized
T-shirt he was wearing and tugged the drawstring on his pants. She hid her
grin as he let out a relieved sigh as they loosened. She had swapped her
focus between Kurama and her brother over the eight hours she had been here
standing watch. Hiei had slept straight through the whole time as his aura
had shrunk and the babies had grown. He had only twitched and sighed in
relief the two times she had loosened his pants for him. Now his aura was
back to where it should be for a pregnant Koorime. A Koorime that was about
half way through his pregnancy. She went so she stood behind her brother
and gave him a soft hug as he slowly became aware of this fact.

	"Hn..."

	Hiei couldn't believe it. He was fat. He ran his hands over the
strange shape of his body, pressing slightly. Well, maybe not fat. The
muscle was still firm and hard, just pushed out from the space the babies
took up inside him. He blinked as he felt something under his right hand, a
series of flutters like the beat of a moth's wings that was gone before he
was certain he even felt them. Was that one of the babies?

	Yukina watched Hiei's hands explore his well rounded belly through
the shirt. He wasn't really big yet, but obviously pregnant when he pushed
the shirt flat to follow his distended contour.

	"What happened?" her brother asked, obviously confused.

	"You had a huge amount of rei at your disposal. The babies took
advantage of it."

	Hiei leaned his head back against his sisters chest and tipped his
head up to look at her, concern in his dark eyes. "Is Kurama all right?"

	"Not really. But he will survive. Hiei, what happened?"

	Hiei scowled, the frown only accenting the beauty of his feminine
features instead of making them fierce and menacing as she was sure he
meant the expression to be.

	"What do you think happened?" he all but snarled.

	"I think you almost killed Kurama. I want to know why," she
answered calmly but forcefully.

	She had to know what happened. If Hiei had simply turned on Kurama
in his sleep, then the two of them would have to be separated or at least
well watched until her brother delivered his children.

	"Yukina, don't scold him. It wasn't his fault," Kurama's soft voice
broke the locked gazes of the twins.

	They both focused on him as he raised his right arm shakily and
frowned at the bandage wrapped around it with slightly glazed eyes.

	"I should know better than to let an unconscious Koorime feed on
me," he said more to himself than them as he let his arm sag across his
chest, then turned his head and focused on Hiei.

	"Are you all right? he asked.

	Hiei looked at his sister, uncertain of what to answer. He really
didn't know. Yukina smiled at Hiei reassuringly, then transferred the smile
toward Kurama as she went to him.

	"Yes, they are all doing fine," she told him as she settled on the
edge of bed.

	"Good. So, how am I?" he asked uncertainly.

	He felt terrible, like a tattered spider web barely clinging to
it's base in a storm wind and weaker than a newborn kit.

	"Not as well as they are. But you will be all right, Kurama."

	"Good." He managed to get his arm to move again and reached out
towards Hiei.

	He needed his lovers touch to anchor him to consciousness, and just
for reassurance.

	Hiei looked at Kurama's outstretched hand and then at his sister
and chewed on his bottom lip. He never showed physical affection for his
Fox in the presence of others, even Yukina. It was hard enough for him to
do it in private! Kurama seemed to realize what he was asking and started
to withdraw his hand and move it so his arm would rest more comfortably on
the bed. Yukina was reaching to help him when Hiei intercepted it.

	*Damn Fox! You're doing this just to embarrass me, aren't you?* he
grumbled mentally as he laced his fingers into Kurama's and resisted the
urge to lean down and kiss the back of his Fox's hand as Kurama's eyes
closed.

	"So, what happened?" Yukina asked again.

	Hiei just ignored her, his way of telling her that it was none of
her business and he wasn't going to talk about it.

	"Hiei, I've got to know. If you..."

	"It was this or loose all three of them, Yukina," Kurama
interrupted, opening his eyes slightly and ignoring Hiei's glare. "He lost
control of the Jagon and was too stubborn to let the kits go."

	"Oh," Yukina answered in relief and glanced at the ward around her
brothers forehead and tried to ignore the withering stare of the two eyes
under it, thankful that it was directed at Kurama and not herself.

	"It was a fair trade, Yukina. Get him something to eat, would you?
Please? That has to be why he's trying to bore a hole through my head with
his glare," Kurama managed a tease and a wavering smile.

	Yukina nodded and hopped off the bed, knowing that most of her
errand was to give the two some time alone.

	"What, Hiei?" Kurama asked wearily as soon as Yukina had
disappeared through the curtain.

	Hiei took a steadying breath and tried to rein in his temper.
Kurama had not asked if the babies were all right. In fact, his lover
sounded annoyed that he hadn't let them die.

	"You don't want me to have your babies, do you, Kurama?"

	Kurama winced inwardly at the accusation in Hiei's voice. *Gods,
Hiei. Don't start this now...please...*

	Hiei almost growled as Kurama closed his eyes, a cold mask of calm
settling over his features. The one that meant that Kurama was going to
shut him out. It didn't happen very often and mostly when Hiei went hunting
information about his Fox's past.

	"Do you, Kurama?"

	It was a fierce, hard whisper that struck too close to the truth.
His dead kits floated up to hover in front of his closed eyelids. Three who
never even got a name to take with them into the Reikai. The other
four...Little Yana, Mako and Larai and Kobiashi...why couldn't he remember
the happy times with them? Why was all he had left of them images of their
deaths?

	"I don't want to talk about this right now, Hiei," he managed to
get out in a calm voice.

	"Then don't 'talk' about it. I want a simple 'yes' or 'no'," Hiei
persisted, determined to get his answer as his free hand went to scratch
fiercely at the itchy skin on the sides of his belly.

	"It isn't a simple question," Kurama swallowed hard, feeling his
composure starting to slip as his dead kits refused to be banished back
into the darkened corners of his memory.

	"Yes, it is. For once, give me a straight answer, Kurama."

	Kurama opened his eyes slowly and narrowed them at him slightly. "A
straight answer. Fine. I don't know, Hiei. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

	Kurama yanked his hand out of Hiei's grasp and pressed his forearm
against his eyes, trying to block the memory of the kits out.

	Hiei blinked. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but it was better
than a flat out 'no'. Why couldn't Kurama just answer one way or the other?
He blinked again as Kurama's composed features crumbled into pain and was
so startled that he didn't resist the sudden jerk of the youko's hand out
of his own. He watched his lover cover his eyes and swallow hard, then knew
from the shuddering rise of Kurama's chest that he was crying. He frowned,
then had a sudden flash of insight as his sisters voice telling him that
Kurama didn't have any children overlaid the images of the nightmare that
had spawned this whole rotten day's chain of events. And he knew.

	Yukina didn't know how easily his Fox warped words. Kurama had told
her that he didn't have any children. Any children now. Not that he had
never had any. Stupid Fox! Why didn't you tell me? He leaned forwards and
took Kurama's wrist to pull his arm away from his face. Kurama resisted but
Hiei just continued to move it gently, not needing much force, until he had
his lovers hand back in his own.  Kurama turned his head away from him
though his trembling fingers closed tight around Hiei's own. Hiei gave a
fast glance toward the curtain, listening as he got up and grumbled to
himself at how out of whack his balance was, then leaned across the bed and
grumbled some more as his belly made him feel like he was teetering back
and forth on the firm mattress. He kissed Kurama's cheek gently, then
rubbed his own against the dampness of the tears there.


to be continued...