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Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. Please don't assume that they are or I'll end up getting sued. They belong to Yoshihiro Togashi, Studio Perroit, and any other person who helped in the creation of this wonderful series. Thank you for giving me my Hiei-san (to torture...)!!
Chapter 8
Kurama took the back way to his apartment, carrying his sleeping lover carefully so as not to wake him. Letting himself in, the kitsune carried Hiei to the bedroom, setting him gently on the bed. The fire demon didn't stir. Kurama changed out of his muddy clothes.
Hiei was still covered in blood and mud, so the kitsune carried the sanjiyan to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with soothing warm water. Using rose petals and sweet-smelling soap, Kurama bathed him gently, hoping not to wake his sleeping companion. His worries were pointless, and Hiei remained sleeping, a sleep deeper than even his Kokuryuha-induced hybernation.
After dressing the fire demon, Kurama curled around him in bed, snuggling close, buried beneath a mountain of blankets with his lover. Kissing Hiei's forehead tenderly, he whispered, "Goodnight, Koibito. Sweet dreams," before settling down to sleep. He was quickly pulled into dreams of his own.
Hiei jerked out of a nightmare, sitting up as he woke abruptly, panic and fear refusing to fade. Kurama was suddenly sitting up beside him. "Koibito? You okay?" The fire demon jerked away, his breathing heavy and panicked, as Kurama lightly touched his shoulder. Kurama grabbed him and hugged him close, fondling his spiky black hair. "It's okay, Hiei. You're safe. Nobody's going to hurt you."
A tiny whimper came from the fire demon as Kurama rocked him back and forth. Pain filled Kurama as he realized how long it would take the fire demon to heal again. He fought back tears as he held Hiei's trembling body close.
Little by little, Hiei relaxed against Kurama. "Kurama?" the fire demon whispered, his voice full of inner pain. "Where-?"
"We're home, Koibito." Kurama smiled weakly, but the smile faded almost immediately. "Yukina healed you, and I brought you home."
Hiei moved even closer to Kurama, practically sitting on his lap, still trembling minutely. "When Mukuro...I thought you'd be killed for sure..." The fire demon shuddered as he remembered that horrible, uncertain moment. "Why did Enma come?"
"He came because you're important, Hiei," Kurama whispered, resting his hand on the small of the youkai's back.
Hiei swallowed hard, a tear running down his cheek and hardening into a priceless tear gem. "No, I'm not. I'm worthless. It's only my tear gems that everybody wants..." It hurt Hiei deeply to acknowledge what he had known as a child. The fire demon clung to Kurama, sorrow and exhaustion filling him.
Kurama pulled back and stared at his beautiful fire demon. Hiei wouldn't look at him. The kitsune tipped the sanjiyan's chin up until Hiei met his eyes. "You're worth all three worlds to me. You'll never be worthless! Not to me and not to your friends! I love you, Koibito. Always."
Hiei's ruby-red eyes glistened with tears that he refused to shed. "Really?" he asked, his voice no more than a choked whisper.
Kurama kissed him tenderly, barely grazing his lover's lips. "Really," he whispered, his face only a few inches from Hiei's. Relief flooded him as Hiei smiled slightly and leaned against him, playing with his fox's red hair as he allowed the kitsune to rock him back and forth again. He's healing...
Wai! Wai! I finally finished this fic! And it only took me, what? Four months? Poor Hiei-san! Awww...I always get sentimental at the end of a good story! Boy this chapter was short...Oh well! Soooo...E-mail me! Tell me what you thought about this!
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