• Sharing


    Hiei breathed out, watching as his breath misted in front of him before becoming fainter, soon disappearing. Although he could easily keep himself warm and dry himself off, he positively hated the winter season. It reminded him of his past, which he’d rather leave there, but it also reminded him of Yukina, and what he kept from her.

    He sighed again, looking over tall buildings in a bored manner. I should have stayed in Makai.

    The small fire demon knew that he could have simply turned back the way he’d come, but he had promised he would visit. Kurama had wanted him to be here when it was ‘Christmas’, and so he’d agreed. He hadn’t known how cold it would be around that time.

    Snorting, he turned sharply on his heel and flitted away from his perch. On his way to his lover’s apartment, the wind picked up suddenly, and light began to flicker and then go out in the windows he passed. He thought it odd that they would do so all just about at the same time, but didn’t think much of it.

    More snow fell, whipping about him in the elements wrath. It was difficult to see, but Hiei needn’t worry about hitting anything. Snow wasn’t going to stop him from reaching his destination.

    The window was void of any light, but he wasn’t that surprised, since it seemed a good portion—if not all—of the city was in darkness. He shook snow out of his hair and off his cloak before knocking on the window. When no answer came, he wrapped his knuckles against it harder, the glass shuddering. After a third time he finally got an answer and a bundled up, red nosed and cheeked Kurama opened it quickly, letting him in.

    With the window now shut Hiei felt as if he were still outside. Still no light and it was almost frigid in the small bedroom. “Why’s it so cold, Fox?”

    “No electricity,” he replied in a nasally voice, sniffing before leaving the room. “The wind must have knocked something out.”

    Hiei followed like a puppy, watching his ‘master’ sit on the love seat in his living room/dining room and curl up in a few blankets. Candles sat on the table in front of them, and some were also shining from the kitchen. The flames flickered, making Kurama and various other things in the room’s shadows dance on the walls. Kurama shivered. Hiei sat next to him.

    “So what’s wrong with you?” Kurama looked at him oddly, and then blinked in understanding.

    “Someone thought it funny to give me a ‘shower’ right after work, and I didn’t have time to dry off. Walking outside in the cold while wet isn’t good for you.” He sniffed again and leaned over to the coffee table, grabbing a box of tissues. He blew his nose and snuggled deeper into the blankets around him. He rubbed his forehead. “I feel miserable.”

    “You look it, too.” The red head gave him a small smile. “So now you’re sick. Like a human,” Kurama raised a brow at this but stayed silent, “And you’re cold?”

    “Very much so.” Hiei scooted closer, and then, almost shyly, wrapped his arms around Kurama, using his energy to help warm him. Slightly surprised, but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially one from Hiei, he sighed happily and leaned into the embrace, in return hugging him back. “Thanks for sharing,” he murmured.

    “Hn.”

    Fin