Standard disclaimers. Yoshihiro Togashi-sama created these wonderful characters. Not me, just having fun twisting them around. Donât sue me, no money⌠I am still struggling to save money to buy more YYH CDâs. haha⌠^_^ A light tinge on yaoi⌠well, ok yaoi. But no lemon scene yet⌠Well, ok, nothing too graphic. And enjoy! A fanfic by ~> Bulma briefs ************************** Puberty / The touch was soft. Smooth, slick from sweat. The temperature was a few degrees higher. Foreheads were beaded with sweat. Moans were heard, music to the ears. The dance, was in multiple rhythm. Slow at first, then fast, then slow⌠/ Kurama woke up. He hated this. His body was turning odd nowadays. He was getting odd dreams every night. He hated this so much that he had to wake up an hour earlier to clean up the mess on the bed. Why was it him who would have to suffer this? He was only 15 for Inariâs sake! Kaasan was another thing to think about. He was having this and kaasan was having heart attacks now and then. As if one thing isnât enough to make his head crack. :⌠Damn that dream âŚ: Kurama cursed inwardly as he gathered the messy bed sheets. Even his pillow had the stain. Inari⌠if his mother somehow managed to find out, heâll swear heâll kill himself. He thanked Inari silently as his mother was still in hospital. No one in the house to know what was happening to him. Slowly, he took the sticky, smelly, yucky, dirty bed sheets to the laundry room. He took the big bundle step by step, carefully not to trip over and drop those sticky stuff on the floor. After putting it all in the washing machine, he went back to his room and locked the door behind him. He glanced at the clock. 6.00 am. Another good half an hour before he should officially wake up. He sighed and lied on the naked bed. That boy in his dreams. He wanted to remember him, but it seemed so distant. Kurama concentrated. He closed his eyes and thought, hard. Finally the image came back. That mysterious sweet boy. A boy with dark youki. When did he last saw him? 2 years ago? :⌠yeah, and I should have forgotten him already âŚ: But sometimes he could feel that same youki wondering around. Normally, Kurama would just think that it was his imagination. He often heard his friends talking about this thing he was having now. Called a puberty or something like that he remembered. They always tell him stories about their dreams. And it was about having âyou-know- whatâ with a woman. But his was different. That boy wasnât a woman. Heâs a boy. Does that count as getting in a puberty stage? He was horrified at the first time. Those white stuff. So sticky and slick. That dream⌠Inari⌠he hoped this would end fast! But he had heard that this puberty would hunt you until you get married. And that doesnât sound too good, but he canât stand this anymore! And why was he having those dreams with that boy he had seen a couple of years ago. The possibilities of having to see him again was practically 0.1%. And if he goes on like this, heâll die sooner than heâd thought. Maybe heâd turn cuckoo. Kaasan was in a very critical condition, or so the doctor said. He felt so hopeless that he canât do anything to help. And he had no one to tell his problems to. He cursed himself for that. Kaasan who had cared for him since he was born in Ningenkai. And he canât even do anything to make her better. Suddenly his eyes drifted off to the digital calendar. He blinked, it was a Saturday. Why would he bother waking up so early? He should be sleeping for another good 3 hours more. Puberty, maybe thatâs why he canât differentiate between a school day and a weekend. Itâs driving him crazy, no more than crazy⌠Insane⌠He tried to close his eyes and sleep, but his bed was hard and it didnât felt welcoming at all. He leaned against the wall, knees up to his chest. Trying to find a way with his 500 year old kitsune brain. To solve his problems and kaasanâs problems. Suddenly there was a knock at the window. Kurama blinked, was he imagining things or what? He shook his head and went back trying in vain to sleep. The sound came back. This time it pounded, not knocked at the window. Kurama opened his eyes and picked up his bearings. With his bearings steady, he walked over to the window. Nothing in Ningenkai would want to come to his room by the window. He could sensed a youki. But he was too tired to recognise whoâs youki was that. Kurama recklessly opened the window and it nearly knock the thing outside in the process. Kurama blinked a few more times and looked at the being outside his window. It was still dark outside and his room wasnât lighted. No lights to help him to recognise the creature. The creature jumped in gracefully. "We meet again," said the low voice. :⌠This voice âŚ: Kurama tried to remember. He closed the window and ran to the light switch, he turned it on. The lights blinked twice before shining the room with itâs sheer brightness. "HieiâŚ," Kurama breathed. The boy of his dreams came back! "I thought youâd forget me already," said Kurama. Hiei blinked. "I told you I would never forget you, right?" said Hiei and walked over to Kurama. He wrinkled his nose. "You stink," Hiei told Kurama dryly. Kurama frowned. "Well excuse me, I just got up from bed and didnât have the chance to bathe yet," snorted Kurama. Hiei eyed the kitsune doubtfully. This fox was having sex. But there was no other smell. And there wasnât anyone except him. But he just came in. No youkis our reikis nearby. Hiei narrowed his eyes at Kurama. Kurama swallowed a lump in his throat. His little âfriendâ down there was getting a little excited upon seeing this Hiei. And Kurama tried his best to make it still. :⌠Please, donât get swollen up. Hiei might see it âŚ: Kurama prayed. Hiei, shaking off the matter concentrated in the matter at hand. "Ano Kurama, I came to ask you something," started the little koorime. :⌠What? You wanna have sex? âŚ: a voice in Kurama asked. :⌠Get a life, Kurama! Shut up! This might be serious âŚ: another part of him scolded himself. Hiei paused, Kurama wasnât paying attention. "Are you listening?" he asked. Kurama widened up his big emerald eyes and nodded. "Hai," Hiei snorted and sat on his desk. "I and another youkai are planning to steal the Reikai sacred treasures," Hiei told the wondering Kurama. Kurama nodded. "What treasure?" asked the yawning Kitsune. Hiei smirked. "The Ghost Slayer, The Ruffianâs Sphere and The Mirror Of Utter Darkness," answered the koorime with a slight sly smile. Kurama could feel his kitsune blood boiling with happiness. But he must gain information first. He wonât just go and barge into some place without knowing how does the security works and all. Even though heâd recognise the treasures. "Why do you want it for?" asked Kurama. Hiei frowned. "You ask too many questions," said Hiei. Kurama was silent. Hiei knew if he wanted his foxâs help. He had to tell him. "The Ghost Slayer is for me, The stupid sphere is for Gouki and you can have the Mirror Of Utter Darkness," said Hiei, but the he narrowed his eyes at Kurama as he sensed the kitsune wasnât that interested in it. "It can make your wish come true. For you ningen mother," continued Hiei, slyly. Kuramaâs eyes widened up in shook. "Kaasan? How did⌠how did you know?" asked Kurama. Hiei rolled his eyes irritatingly. Why did he have to deal with a stupid fox spirit whoâs trapped in a ningen body? "I was around," he told the fox dryly. Kurama lightened up. "You were watching me?" asked Kurama. He was so happy. Suddenly the small koorime snorted. "Watching? What, you thing I donât have any other things to do?" retorted the koorime harshly. Kuramaâs spirit went crashing to the ground. "Oh, gomenâŚ," he uttered, sticking his eyes to the floor. Hiei felt a bit bad. But who cares, everyone in this world was bad to him. Except Kurama that is. He was the first and the only one who had carried him home, treated his wounds and took care of him when he got injured. He shook his head. :⌠That was different! âŚ: he scolded himself. Suddenly his mouth opened before his brains could order it to shut up. "Gomen Kurama⌠I didnât watch you. I just looked up for you. Who knows, bad hungry youkais are around too often nowadays," then he cursed himself. :⌠Why did I say that? He would think that Iâm âconcernedâ about him! âŚ: scolded one part of him. :⌠You are concerned about him. Hiei, stop denying âŚ: retorted another part of him. Shit, now heâs having a war with himself. Kurama lifted up his face and smiled. "Doumo, Hiei," he thanked the ego koorime. Hiei uttered a casual âHnâ and turned back their conversation to the matter at hand. "So, are you coming?" asked the eager koorime. Kurama thought for a while. He knew about these things. Every single detail about them. Knowing that itâs dangerous and very demanding, he had to reconsider Hiei's request. He didnât care a damn about that Gouki guy. But the Ghost Slayer was as dangerous as The Mirror of Utter Darkness. The price for granting a wish was life and the price for turning a ningen into a youkai was the holderâs soul. :⌠Well, I think I would have time to save Hiei after I used the Mirror to cure kaasan. But wait a minute⌠I would be dead. Then weâll have to count on youko Kurama to save you, Hiei âŚ: Kurama was deep in thoughts. Hiei was waiting patiently. Not in a hurry to do anything though. Might as well enjoy the beauty in front of him longer. Itâs not everyday that you could see this beautiful ningen kitsune this close. He smiled suddenly, he had just noticed that the kitsuneâs hair had grown longer than last he saw him his close. If he could only touch it⌠Kurama smiled and looked at Hiei. "Ok then, Iâll go with you," he answered. Hiei gave Kurama a slight smile. "Ii, then Iâll leave now," he told Kurama and got off the table. Kurama narrowed his eyes. "Hiei, matte," he called after the koorime. Hiei stopped, but didnât look back. :⌠Oh Inari. Can you just stay. Stay for a while. I am aching so deep inside⌠: Kurama sighed. He canât. He might frighten the poor boy away. And else, he didnât show much interest in liking Kurama in that kind of a way. "Em⌠nothing. Sorry," said the kitsune. Hiei sighed and stepped on the sill. "Iâll come and get you later," with that, he flew away. Kurama sighed and went back to his bed. His throbbing ache was crying, hurting him greatly. It was swollen and he canât even do anything about it. Normally it would go off a few minutes after the dream, but the appearance of Hiei seems to have an effect on it. Maybe itâs still waiting. :⌠Give up, heâs not coming to coax you âŚ: Kurama told his stubborn aching friend, pressing it down with his own hands. Hard. :⌠Look at the bright side, you get to see him more often now. And you know that heâs always around watching you! âŚ: a voice in himself soothed him a bit. Suddenly he felt that he missed his mother. He got into a new pair of pyjamas and went to his motherâs room. He wore a couple more shorts inside, careful not to mess his motherâs futon. He climbed up her bed and slept there. He hope that he can stand himself and wonât be having those dreams anymore until later that morning. :⌠Shimpai suru na, kaasan. I will save you âŚ: was his last thought before he drifted into deep sleep. Owari⌠^_^ Another one! What do ya think about it? bad, sucks? Tell me! Doumo to Siew Lee for the inspiration and encouragement! Bulma Briefs UIN# 13254597 bulma_v_briefs@hotmail.com https://members.tripod.com/~Bulma_Briefs/manga_mansion.html