Hi again, minna! I'm sending this for general C&C&C. 
That is, Comments, Critisim, and Curses. ^_~ Don't 
worry, most of them don't hit. Anyway, here it is- and 
if you don't know what PPF is, I reccommend that you go 
to Siew Lee's H/P at 

http://members.dencity.com/hiei

Now, on with the story! Sorry, this is yaoi, but also 
quite WAFFy. Forgive me.

And I DO have permission from Siew to use her works. 

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A Rose For You
A very much overdue Valentine Day fanfic
By Sera-chan

	Kurama sighed as he gazed out of his bedroom window. 
	It was Valentine�s Day- per usual, he�d the pre-
and-post-Valentine flood of cards, love letters, flowers, chocolates, and
toys (whoever thought THAT up?).
	They had come from everybody- EVERYBODY- except the 
one he loved.
	"Arisa�" He picked up the drawing of the girl�s 
youko form. His eyes stung. Three years�. Three years 
since she�d left him with Hiei�
	"Otousama?" his little daughter poked her head into 
the room. 
	Oddly, she�d never been bothered by flashing lights, crashing noises and
the like� must have been her unusual 
heritage� Kurama resolutely put that thought out of his 
mind and went over to his three-year-old child, scooping 
her up in a hug. "Hai, himechan?"
	"Otousama, how come Hiei-otousama didn�t eat his 
food today?" she asked, sucking her thumb thoughtfully. 
"It�s pouring water outside, too� I thought Hiei-otousama 
doesn�t like water�"
	Kuso! Kurama winced. He�d forgotten that. Hiei was a 
fire youkai� "It�s alright, Sayuri-himechan� Hiei-otousama 
is just out doing something."
	"Oh?" The pink mouth twisted in thought for exactly 
five seconds� And then broke into a full smile. "Okay then! 
I�m gonna go tell Kiki about Hiei-otousama!" She wriggled 
out of his arms, dropped to the floor in a disorganized 
heap of arms and legs, and then rushed out of the room 
to confide to the kitsune-doll - a white one, in memory 
of his youko father Kabato- Kurama had given her for her 
second birthday.
	Kurama, though, went back to his brooding 
contemplation of the storm. Hiei�Hiei�. The little koorime-
imigo who�d stolen his heart away and had no idea at all he 
was doing so.
	Okay, he DID have some idea he was doing so�
	The redheaded (at the moment) ningen sighed, scowled uncharacteristically,
checked himself, and settled for a 
quick huff of breath. He was sighing way too frequently� 
gonna get gastric if he kept doing that�
	Shiroi-okufuro was out with his �father�� Shuiichi 
had a date with his newest crush� that left him and Sayuri-
chan. Hiei was out doing goodness-knew-what in the 
torrential rain� maybe in the Makai running an errand for 
Mukuro.
	It was the last day of Valentine, and Hiei hadn�t 
been home� not for the last two days. It was worrisome� but 
Kurama knew better than to imagine that Hiei had a mistress. 
	Just then, the wind rattled the windows fiercely, and something �thudded�
unpleasantly into the glass panes. 
	Without sparing a thought for his books or his table, 
Kurama instantly opened the windows, reached out into the 
chilly, humid night and dragged a waterlogged Hiei into his 
room.
	The youkai was in a sorry state- hair drenched to 
the roots and nearly plastered flat to his skull for once, 
eyes watering (all three of them), and with his clothes 
heavy and dragging themselves off his slight frame.  The 
deep voice was shooting off a string of the dirtiest curses 
on the faces of the three worlds. Kurama fought the urge to 
hug the wet bundle and start chortling. 
	The situation struck him as enormously funny� that 
is, until he noticed the water soaking into his carpet. 
	The half-youko went from kneeling to standing in one 
smooth movement - right until he tripped over Hiei�s wet cloak. 
	"Hn." Hiei scowled fiercely at him, reaching into a 
inner pocket. 
	Kurama opened his mouth to voice a reproach, then 
clamped his mouth shut as the diminutive youkai thrust a 
small bunch of silver blooms in his direction. "Hiei, 
what-"
	"I got Mukuro to breed them for me," was the gruff 
reply. "They aren�t going to fade."
	Silver� silver� the color of Kurama�s kitsune fur�
	Kurama abandoned the thought of a warm bath. To 
Makai hell with the wet carpet, it could wait.

	Sayuri stood just outside of her otousamas� room, 
Kiki cradled in her arms. 
	"I didn�t know there were silver roses before," she 
told the white stuffed toy before she wandered off to see 
if there was anything worth playing with in the kitchen.

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Thought you couldn't get his hair to lie down?
Think again. ^_^X

C&C&C always welcomed, and here's the glossary if anyone
wants it...

youko: demon fox, a Japanese legendary demon
otousama: father (formal)
himechan: (informal) an affectionate way of saying 'princess', usually used
within the family
kuso: (curse word) roughly equivalent to 'damn!'
kitsune: fox
okufuro: another term for 'mother'
Makai: the Demon plane
youkai: demon

I think I got all of them. 
Ja mata for now!

Sera-chan

--red roses for the bride (or the groom)--


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