Romeo and Juliet: YYH Style!

Act III

Hiei felt something soft tickling his nose. He sneezed and squirmed slightly,

feeling a slight ache in his muscles. Awareness flooded through him and his eyes

popped open.

He was lying on a *large* bed (think Henry VIII plus wife), the sheets draped

haphazardly over him. He was a naked as the day he'd been born. AND he was

being held by a sleeping youko, his silver hair cascading down into his face.

Hiei inhaled, the green and rose scent that was uniquely Kurama making him

slightly heady.

The silver youko stirred, his lashes fluttering up to reveal narrow golden eyes.

"Ohayo," he said, releasing Hiei and stretching sexily.

Hiei did nothing, remaining still and keeping his usual silence as Kurama rolled

above him, placing his hands on either side of his head. His red eyes stared

into Kurama's gold ones as the fox slowly lowered his lips to his, taking him up

in a deep kiss. He arched into it willingly, a bit surprised that he could

actually move after the previous afternoon's-and night's-activities. Kurama had,

after all, screwed him silly, making up for the fact that he'd 'left him so

unsatisfied' a couple of days before.

"Kurama, I haveta go soon," Hiei gasped, tilting his head to allow the youko

better access to his neck. Kurama didn't seem to be cooperating, and for once

Hiei wasn't very inclined to argue. "Well, okay, but just this once-" The sheet

was pulled up over their heads.

Hiei wandered through the forest, dazed. He was busy attempting to find way to

break the news of his...marriage...to Mukuro. Odds were that she wouldn't be

thrilled, especially when she learned that his 'bride' was Yomi's heir.

"Oi, Hiei!" Yuusuke's hail broke his trail of thought. The boy and Jin were

approaching quickly. "Where'd ya disappear to yesterday?"

"Hn," Hiei grunted. As if he'd tell. He didn't want the rest of the demon world

to know that he'd just gotten hitched to THE most eligible bachelor in the Makai.

He resumed his steady pace, jumping lightly from branch to branch, his mind on

other things. Yuusuke and Jin followed below, a bit pressed to keep up with him.

"Hiei!" a voice suddenly squealed. The high pitch stunned Hiei, upsetting his

balance. He crashed to the ground below, a ringing sound reverberating in his

ears.

"Dare da!" he snarled, shaking his head as he staggered to his feet, a hand going

to the hilt of his katana.

A tall, orange-haired man stumbled out from behind a tree. The sword he held in

his hands glowed a bright yellow. "Teme!" he shrieked. "I saw you yesterday

talking to the fair Yukina! How dare you profane the area surrounding her! I,

Kuwabara Kazuma the Man, will teach you a lesson!"

Huge sweatdrops appeared on the other three's heads. "Uh, Kuwabara, remember

what Koenma said," Yuusuke began, not *really* wanting to find out what DIRE

CONSEQUENCES the Reikai prince had up his sleeve.

Kuwabara turned his thin eyes on him. "And you, Yuusuke! What're you doing

hanging out with this little shrimp, anyway? You're becoming as cowardly as he

is!"

Yuusuke's eyes narrowed as he cracked his knuckles. To hell with Koenma's rules,

NOBODY called him a coward. "Yaro! I'm gonna kick your ass!" He charged

forward, fists ready.

Hiei watched impassively as the fight escalated. He'd read the script, and he

knew what was coming, impossible as it seemed. He narrowed his eyes.

"Ack! Ya killed me, ya big oaf!" Yuusuke fell his knees. "But that's okay, 'cos

I've died before. I'll be back! Erk." He keeled over and died.

"Bwahaha!" Kuwabara glared at Hiei. "Okay shrimp, its your turn now!"

"Hn." Hiei looked at him with contempt. "Baka, didn't you read the script?!"

The orange-haired human looked puzzled. "Come to think of it, no. Why?"

"Because I finally get to kill you, you moron!" Hiei gave the suddenly pale

Kuwabara a feral half-smile. "Ja Ou Ensatsu Kokuryuha!" The Black Dragon roared

toward Kuwabara, giving him time for only a startled 'eep!' before being fried to

a crisp. Oddly enough, the bright orange hair was untouched on the blackened

ningen. "Hn," muttered Hiei, "must be all that crap he puts in it." Motioning

to Jin, who had been standing there frantically leafing through the script, he

walked over to where Yuusuke had fallen. He hoisted the upper half of the body

up, nodding at Jin to take up Yuusuke's legs. "Fuck Yuusuke! You're damn

heavy." It had been a long day, and right now, Hiei needed a nap.

Prince Koenma, Yomi, and Karasu stood ringed around the charred corpse. "Are you

sure this is Kuwabara?" Koenma asked.

"Of course; look at that hair-not even Mukuro can match *that* shade...not that

she'd want to," Karasu replied urbanely.

"I suppose Kurama will have to be notified of this," Yomi sighed. "He *did* have

an aquaintance with him." The youkai tilted his head, considering. "You'll have

to punish Hiei, you know," he addressed Koenma. "I recommend sending him to the

Ningenkai; his dislike of humans and their habits is almost legendary."

The prince thought a moment, chewing on his pacifier. "Good idea. Mukuro won't

miss him for say, five years, and its not like he's being executed or anything.

You might even call it a learning experience."

Karasu smiled thinly behind his spidery mask. What he wouldn't give to see

Hiei's face when the youkai learned he was being banished to the Ningenkai. He

thought of Kurama, and his smile widened, becoming seductive. *Someone* was

going to have to *comfort* the beautiful youko over his grief at Kuwabara's

death. This was going to be fun.

Kurama lay face-down on the bed, his head cradled in his arms. It wasn't fair;

he'd only had a few precious hours with Hiei, and now his beautiful little fire

demon was-literally-a world away. Kurama whimpered. Hiei had been sent to the

Ningenkai immediately; he hadn't even had the time to sneak out to see him off.

Kurama rolled onto his back. Five years was nothing to a youkai, but for Kurama

the wait would be a long one. Hiei was going to be faced with a *very* horny

youko when he returned. The thought brought a smile to Kurama's face, and he was

finally able to fall asleep.

Kurama stared at Yukina in growing horror. "Me? And KARASU?!" he squeaked,

furry ears laid flat against his head. "Uh uh. No way." He strode toward the

balcony. "I'm getting out of here!"

Yukina trotted after him, tugging ineffectually at the filmy white robes.

"Kurama-san, omachinasai. Where are you going?"

"To find Hiei," was the short reply. The fox halted and whirled to face the

Koorime girl. "I can't end up with Karasu, don't you understand? The maniac

will try to kill me-or worse!" He shook his head. "No, I can't stay here..."

He peeked over the balcony. "Shimatta!"

Standing guard against Kurama's possible attempts at escape were members of

Yomi's special guard. Unless the youko was willing to chance getting beaten to

a pulp, there was no way out of the palace. His proud figure slumped with

defeat.

A gentle, hesitant touch on his arm snapped his head up. Yukina looked up at

him, her crimson eyes wide. "Yomi didn't want you to escape when you heard about

Karasu, but isn't there anything you can do to trick him? A sickness caused from

one of your plants, maybe?"

Kurama's ears perked up as an idea started to form. "That's it!" he cried.

"Come to think of it, there *is* a plant that causes youki to be hidden and the

body's functions to slow. It makes you look and feel dead." He grinned down at

the tiny girl. "Arigato, Yukina-san!"

The Koorime smiled and blushed. "I'm glad I could help, Kurama-san."

The youko nodded. "Okay, here's the plan..."

"Was that yaoi scene at the beginning really necessary?" asked Take.

Kurama pouted and tossed his head. "I'm telling this my way. Besides, if I have

to put up with Karasu in this, I should at least get to have *some* fun with

Hiei." He looked over his shoulder to his sister. "Why'd you pick *Karasu* to be

Count Paris, anyway?"

Takemi hunched a shoulder and grinned unrepentantly. "I love getting a reaction

from you."

Take smiled evilly. "I think she gets that from hanging around you all these

centuries."

"Fuu. Why am I always being picked on?"

"'Cos its fun, Kurama-chan," Take replied cheerfully. "Now, where's Act IV?"

"No respect." Kurama ducked Take's swat. "Okay, okay..."