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Unspoken Thing

The hardest thing about life is
when the person who gave you the most memories
becomes a memory.

how odd it is to be

haunted

by someone that is still alive

Date
※ 01/27/24 Injured: ⋙ Dark Tournament
※ 01/29/24 Insomnia: ⋙ Dark Tournament
※ 02/11/24 Intimate Bathing: ⋙ Post Series
※ 02/25/24 Loss: ⋙ Post Series
※ 03/04/24 Unspoken Thing: ⋙ Resurrection [completed]
※ 03/19/24 Defrosting: ⋙ Post Series
※ 04/17/24 Garden: ⋙ Resurrection [completed]
※ 06/03/24 Kurama's Return: ⋙ Resurrection [completed]
※ 08/06/24 Picnic: ⋙ Post Series
※ 08/22/24 Domestic Fluff: ⋙ Post Series
※ 09/20/24 Sickness*: ⋙ Resurrection
Chronologically
※ 01/27/24 Injured: ⋙ Dark Tournament
※ 01/29/24 Insomnia: ⋙ Dark Tournament
※ 02/11/24 Intimate Bathing: ⋙ Post Series
※ 02/25/24 Loss: ⋙ Post Series
※ 08/06/24 Picnic: ⋙ Post Series
※ 03/19/24 Defrosting: ⋙ Post Series
※ 08/22/24 Domestic Fluff: ⋙ Post Series
※ 03/04/24 Unspoken Thing: ⋙ Resurrection [completed]
※ 04/17/24 Garden: ⋙ Resurrection [completed]
※ 06/03/24 Kurama's Return: ⋙ Resurrection [completed]
※ 09/20/24 Sickness*: ⋙ Resurrection
Pending
※ MM/DD/YY Kissing Scars: ⋙ Timeline
※ MM/DD/YY Eating Together: ⋙ Timeline
※ MM/DD/YY Swear To Me: ⋙ Timeline
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Admittedly, Hiei had been intentionally pushing Kurama from the beginning. Had been prodding and stabbing at the other demon (emotionally instead of physically, for once) to push him away. To make it so that, maybe, he would think twice about wanting to pursue any type of relationship with him again and spare them both the discomfort of it all. The little fire demon was still unconvinced that either of them wanted this for anything more than a sense of familiarity, at the end of the day.

They had known one another for so long, prior to Kurama's death, it would make sense in its own way to simply go right back to what was familiar and comfortable for most. For Hiei he still wasn't quite sure how he felt about it at all, much less wrapped up in the rest of the complicated circumstances that made up their relationship in the first place.

To him, it hadn't seemed so complicated before, but that was then, he supposes. Time changed many things once it had the time to march onward.

Hiei doesn't make a sound of pain as Kurama bites back with less reserve, instead pushing back a sound as he presses forward, a motion to refuse to give in, to fight back even in some meek way. He can't admit to himself that the bite is getting a rise out of him in the most awkward of ways, considering their current situation. Pushing back with a low growl is better, he supposes, head angling ever so slightly so that he can be so bold as to attempt to press his tongue in to Kurama's mouth. They're already here, throwing gasoline on the fire so to speak, so he could not shy away and simply allow Kurama to get away with it so easily.

This is precisely why Hiei twists his arms, trying to wheedle away from the fox's grasp and wrap his fingers in the fabric of Kurama's shirt, some tangible way to keep hold of him as well.

Away isn't what he's getting, whether that's the intended outcome or not, Hiei's regular attempts at digging his claws in are easily dismissed after decades of watching just how much the fire apparition had suffered in his absence. The fox is growing increasingly frustrated with the bad faith dismissal of his intentions though, being told Hiei isn't interested was one thing, being told his own feelings or how he was going to conduct himself is another. Kurama isn't really interested in pursuing this time, either. Rather, he's trying to allow Hiei the freedom of following his lead instead, but it grows increasingly difficult with every attempt the fire apparition makes against his own interests just to spite the redhead.

Either way, he wasn't in it for comfort and falling back on old habits. Pointedly not manipulating a situation to his own advantage was harder than he'd ever admit, especially when Hiei refuses to acknowledge what he truly wants, even with something as small as a conversation like this. By now, anyone less patient would have given Hiei exactly what he claimed he wanted, pouring gasoline on this fire is going to prove a bigger mistake than the smaller demon realizes when it ultimately blows up. Whatever that will entail, it certainly wasn't out of ease or comfort.

Under other circumstances, perhaps later with a clearer head, the fox would marvel that even this can turn into a fight for control between them. The kiss was an action meant to punctuate his point more than anything else, it wasn't supposed to go anywhere or last any length of time. He expected it to be brief, to be shoved away with the venom of Hiei's previous assertions that he wanted no involvement in any of this, but his former partner seems to have other plans.

The fox is prepared for the growling, even the biting is well within his reasonable expectations. Really, he shouldn't be surprised by the fire demon rising to the act as if it is a challenge to be won, but he continues to be thrown every time more than an inch of leeway is given for his efforts, especially when it turns into more than he was actually intending in the first place. He can't imagine Hiei truly believed this was what he'd been going for.

Little unintentional reveals were easy for him to read between the lines, while the fire apparition would most certainly rise to a challenge, he wasn't the type to waste his energy on one that didn't interest him, which is what makes the following so telling. His breath catches as Hiei's tongue pushes past his lips, allowing him to dominate the kiss even as this simple act was enough to remind him that they shouldn't be doing this. A nagging gut feeling more than conscious thought, the voice of reason and self-preservation in the back of his mind unheeded for the moment as his grip on Hiei's arms loosens almost immediately when the fire apparition twists to get free. He isn't expecting him to grab at his shirt instead, but it might be safe to say the spirit fox isn't thinking at all, actually, for even letting this continue.

Despite being the one that had started it, in the first place.

If there is one thing outside of sheer force of will that Hiei excels at, it is shooting himself in the foot as often as possible. When it comes to trying not to burn the bridge between them permanently, that child so wounded by betrayal, unfortunately, wins out over any sort of level-headed decision-making that Hiei may have learned over the years with Kurama and the rest of Team Urameshi. Where emotions are concerned, he is painfully inexperienced and headstrong, to put it kindly.

Refusing to shrink to what he perceives as a challenge, even revealing himself in the process, falls under the same thought. He could not shrink from the challenge of Kurama coming so close as to kiss him, immediately on guard despite not knowing what exactly he was on guard about. Even Hiei knows that he is, at this point, incredibly touch-starved after nearly a century with Kurama, who he trusted enough to allow touch whenever and wherever. While he had not necessarily been a saint while the fox had been dead.. it wasn't the same. Not even close.

Kurama's breath catching as he presses forward feels like an incredible win for all of a moment in time - at least until he tugs on his shirt again, this time meeting the resistance of something below Kurama's shirt. All at once the reminder of that necklace, his hirui left for a person he thought he'd never see again who is now here, in front of him, on his breath again hits him like a brick wall.

Suddenly Hiei goes from being voracious for Kurama's attention to pushing him away, just barely pulling back in time for the shove to be forceful but not vicious in nature. Immediately his eyes move away, using his wrist to cover his mouth and somewhat unsuccessfully hide the pink in his cheeks that is equal parts embarrassment as it is stirred up want that has sat idle for half a century now if not longer.

As much as Kurama had encouraged him to go and do as he'd needed, even before he had been truly gone, Hiei was just not that type of demon.

A moment to regain his breath and the fire demon finds it within himself to issue orders, voice uneven but now sure, thrown off kilter and very much wanting to retreat for the time being.

"Leave."

It's Kurama's knowledge of this that makes it so easy for him to take charge in any number of decisions, manipulate the situation into a direction most favorable - hopefully for both of them. It is also the reason not doing so continues to be a struggle for him, despite his best intentions. Whether Hiei believes that's what they are, or not, is another matter.

He wasn't thinking about any of that, and really this might have been his first mistake. Not thinking about how likely this was to blow up in both their faces for not sticking to the plan. The redhead hasn't touched anyone himself, in those fifty years. Not that it came even close to the same, when he'd been previously able to spend centuries on his own.

Kurama shouldn't have touched him in the first place, and he certainly shouldn't have let it go so far. He hadn't meant to. What comes next occurs before he can even register the cause. One second, Hiei is pulling at him again, as if determined to get closer, and the next shoving him away. It takes him a moment to recognize the sensation of the tug for what it is, so caught up in the present, rather than the incident earlier. The cord on his neck, which the fire apparition must have forgotten about since that reveal, or so he assumes.

Hiei covers his mouth, and the shock of having the rug pulled out from under him by the sudden 180 fades from transparent wounded surprise to the faintest smile when realization sinks in.

Of course.

The fox is already pushing himself to his feet by the time he's commanded to leave, turning to do just that without another word.

Kurahi Catch-All: Unspoken Thing

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