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Last Song	By : Resting-Madness Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He had to be playing a mean trick on him. He just had to. Youko has never seen any man take this long finding something to wear. They were in and out of nearly every clothing store on the strip; and Hiei left each one without having bought a single thing. With the toothbrush and toothpaste he had taken no longer than a couple minutes in the dollar store but with clothes, he checked his butt in this pair of jeans, made sure it went low enough in that shirt. What exactly was he planning to do when it came time to pay for the stuff? Youko only had money for dinner and the room. If Hiei planned on buying clothes in places as expensive as Flattery, he would have to bum his own money.
The two loaded into the car, again having bought nothing, and made a final stop at a simple store, kind of like a Wal-Mart. There the picky dresser snatched up a five pack of t-shirts: red, blue, white, black, and gray, then two extra pairs of jeans to add to the pair he's already wearing, boxers in a pack of 3. Paid for them, and they left the store headed back for the hotel around 2 a.m. Youko gave the hitchhiker dirty glares the entire way back. Hiei looked at the male as well, nothing to say for himself about keeping his driver out till all hours of the night, that has pretty much passed and the next day is starting.
"Think you're pretty cute, huh?" Says the silver haired male; tone not really angry just mocking. "But, wow, months without a toothbrush, I wouldn't have wanted to conversate either." He's referring to when he first picked up the muted young man.
Hiei's indifferent stare turned into a glare that quickly cast itself out the window, sharp eyes glowed in the passing street lights.
"And what a fashion sense!" He says tossing a look into the backseat of his car. Still angry and readily rants. "You're gonna have to let me borrow that red one, I don't feel I wear enough colors that really make me pop- hope it doesn't look like a cut off though."
Hiei sighs loudly, signaling for the male to shut it.
"I of course can't wear the jeans, but you can always roll a cuff on mine- you know, in case your extensive waredrobe turns a little stale in a month. Just hope you don't mind dressing like a commoner."
"Are you done?" Asked Hiei, finally sick of hearing the smartass driver speak.
Youko yawned, mouth wide, then leans forward to check the light after breaking too far up. "You're just lucky joking is all I'm doing. I should kick you out of my car."
"Hn." Hiei turns his nose up, attention on the road ahead now. "Then why don't you."
Youko thought about that, then looking over to the ex-singer he shrugs. "You seem interesting, so why not have you around." He yawns again words half said as he talks through it. "But you keep me up again, and I'll run you over when we leave the next rest stop."
"I'm shaking."
"Ha. What do you think happened to the last guy who hitched with me?"
With a smirk he says flatly. "Dropped dead from morning breath."
Youko smirked back then laughed faintly. It shook Hiei how much it sounded like Kurama's. "I think he smelled you coming days away and leapt out onto the street for his life."
Hardly wanting to regard the fact that he might stink a little, Hiei crossed his arms, saying. "I'll shower when we get back."
"Thank you." He parks the car in the lot.
The two of them got out and head into the hotel back to their floor. Hiei showered, brushed, combed his hair with Youko's hair brush, that was left in the bathroom then stepped out into the room to find the slender male draped all over his bed knocked out to the world. Smiling, Hiei walks over to the bed then tugs the blanket over the driver. Setting the alarm for 5 a.m. he climbs into bed then falls into a mild sleep.
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Hiei can't seem to take his eyes off Kurama. Something about fire light makes him look more Godly than he's ever looked, since having met the pretty male. Every graceful move of his hand as he either lifted the fork to his perfect lips or raised the glass with one graceful elevation of his slender hand. They're sharing a meal together on the violinist's bed; it's the red head's birthday, and he prepared a very lovely meal of steak with onions with a side of palenta and peas for the two of them to share. The vocalist has never known anyone to cook for themself on their birthday, but Kurama insisted on having him taste one of his favorite meals.
Tongue coming out to lick his upper lip ever so slightly, his boyfriend set his glass down on the bed; it stands up perfectly straight. "You know, this is one of those matressess advertised in the commercial" he says absently.
Setting his own glass of wine down on the bureau, Hiei cocks a brow looking at the nearly full glass of wine that rest between their out-stretched legs. "Hn," he smiles closing his eyes thoughtfully. "Can I watch you lick it up if it spills." He looks at Kurama with flirtation.
Kurama merely laughed. Lifting a knee he drops it down on the bed, then lifts the other to do the same as the first, alternating knees hoping to jar the glass enough to knock it over.
Though he's laughing, Hiei is also keeping his hands ready to catch the glass, as he's sure Kurama would hate to mess up his white bed spreads with red wine. "Kurama, stop." He chuckles out.
"If it doesn't fall over, I get to lick it from you." Says the violinist lifting his heels now to make the shaking worse until his laughter wouldn't allow him to move his legs any more.
As sure as the commercial had promised the glass did not fall over, which only made them laugh harder. Kurama snatched it from the bed, rolling over onto his knees he raises the vocalists shirt with his free hand.
"What are you doing?" Hiei grabs his shirt attempting to pull it back down over his stomach.
"We had a deal," says Kurama. "I'm gonna reap my reward now."
Hiei fought with his lover, poorly able to hold his clothing in place while he wrestled with Kurama, who had amazing control of keeping the glass elevated as he started to strip his lover's shirt away. When it fell pityfully to the floor, Hiei lay on his back mock angry at the situation.
"Pour that on me and you lose," he says in challenge. "Dumping it over is kind of a way of spilling it."
Thinking it over, Kurama smirks. "Sounds to me like we both win, I get to lick it off of you, and you get to watch me do it." He sticks his finger into the glass then places it in his mouth sucking away the flower flavored wine.
Completely drawn in by that, Hiei leans up on his elbows ready to engulf the male's sultry lips when he smells smoke.
The beeping of the fire alarm called their attention to the living room... No, that doesn't sound like a fire alarm... it sounds more like-...
Hiei was toppled from the comfortable bed to the floor by Youko grabbing the sheet from under him, and giving it a good tug. With a smile he calls out.
"Gooood morning!"
Glaring at the driver, thinking there's no way someone could miss as much sleep as they both had and still wake up this cheerful, especially when an alarm clock was the thing waking you up from that sleep only hours after you'd just closed your eyes. Growling, the former vocalist looked about the room half expecting to see Kurama standing somewhere with a glass of wine in his hand. Damn dreams reminding you of things you'll never have again. He could recall the rest of the dream/memory; the two of them put on music and slow danced about the room, talking about one another as they did so. He could listen to Kurama speak forever... But that was a long time ago. And the red head's voice is not the one jarring him from his thoughts right now, as he makes out-...
"Wake yourself up, runaway, we have to do laundry" Looking about the room he mutters. "Where's that stink pile you had on the other day?"
Hiei stood up, not realizing that he had nothing to sleep in last night and chose nudity for pajamas, but he didn't even blush when the silver haired male turned to him eyeing him up and down, head cocked regarding his every inch. With a scoff, Youko waved him off.
"Mine's better." He bragged, picking up yesterday's outfit giving it a sniff of distaste.
Scowling, Hiei stretched his arms over his head then said. "At least mine gets partnered use out of it."
Youko only laughed before stepping out of the room, the door swinging closed behind him. Hiei was thankful that it wasn't like the ones in the nice hotels he used to stay in; they slam every time. Very annoying to the still tired haze. Looking around glad to be alone for a moment, he decides to pick up his phone to check for messages. Three. That's good, it must mean they've either forgotten about him or they've decided to stop worrying and get on with their own lives. Dropping the phone onto the bed, Hiei grabs a new pair of jeans and the red shirt from the clothes he'd bought last night; slipping them on minus a pair of boxers, since they're getting cleaned, he then gathers his things from the bathroom and shoves them into one of the free pockets in Youko's luggage. The homeless male has a suitcase with him and a duffle bag with his clothes in it, nothing more. Shoving the shirts and other pair of jeans into the suitcase, he closes it then sits on the bed wondering if the silver haired male would get breakfast, then realized that he'd spent all the money he gathered on dinner and the room.
Getting up, he heads out, deciding to become the provider of food this morning.
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Youko took a deep whiff as he walks down the hall to his shared room. The air is rich with the scent of fast food, putting an instant smile on his face until he realized he would be going without breakfast this morning- probably lunch too. Dropping the duffle, once full of dirty clothes to the floor, he turns the key in the knob then pushed the door open. To say that he was slapped in the face would be an understatement. He blinked in silent awe at the spread that lay out on the bed, unwrapped and waiting to be served. Walking into the room, pushing the door closed with his foot, he steps over to the bed.
"Apology accepted." He grabs an egg McMuffin taking a big bite loving the grease from the bacon that squished out onto the spongy yellow.
"It wasn't an apology," says Hiei being silenced a moment as he takes a drink of coffee. When done, he lowers the cup then continues. "You bought dinner and the room last night, I figured it's my turn."
Proud smirk on his face, Youko crosses the room draping an arm around the shorter male, like Kuronue often did. "You're much better than Suicide Jump, Runaway."
Face scrunching, he shoves the taller male off. "Stop calling me 'Runaway', I told you my name."
Snickering that it is so easy to get under the males skin, Youko says casually. "Riiight. Yeoh not Yeon, Hiei. I remember." Shoving the breakfast sandwich back into his mouth, he tears off another hunk chewing with a cheek as big as a processed orange.
Hiei would have much rather made something for breakfast as Kurama often did when they toured and stayed in hotels. He said restaurant food was fine but nothing beat something you made yourself. The rest of Noizu liked it too. Hiei couldn't say that the group hadn't finally began to warm up to the guy, but after they broke up, they weren't exactly kind to him, nor did they give him a pat on the back telling him that the vocalist was just blowing off steam. They just kind of winced when Hiei decked him and stifled laughs when he sent him away.
Koenma did attempt to go after him, but he stopped before going out the door, must have figured it was pointless and for the better, since he did ruin everyone's career- at least as a group. They're all doing fine now. So anyway, without pans, no homemade breakfast- and he must stop thinking about Kurama. Grabbing a croissant filled with cheese and sausage, Hiei nibbles at it having lost his appetite from thinking about his former lover.
Youko was already on his third, must be stocking up through lunch.
Realizing this, Hiei gathers the sandwiches without any egg. They could have them for lunch later.
"Hey!" Youko protest.
"Finish that, so we can go."
"Ha." Huffs the silver haired male. "I thought you weren't in a rush."
"I'm not, but listening to you eat is making me sick." Bagging the sandwiches, he opens the door and heads out to the parking lot.
Shoving the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth, he gathers his things then follows after the short tempered hitchhiker. It's gonna be a long trip to Kochi for sure, but at least he has a destination for once; and who knows, maybe Hiei will cool off and be really fun to hang around. Maybe.
The grouch was already sitting in the car when Youko arrived, two bottled soda's in hand. He eyes the notebook the shorter male has in his lap, taking in how he's tapping the pen against it. Youko wondered when he had bought it? Figuring it must have been when he went to get breakfast. Setting the drinks into the cup holder, he shoves the key into the ignition then starts the car pulling it out of the hotel parking lot.
Again the car is silent. Already used to his own silence, having driven alone for seven years, Youko wanted some conversation now, but the question was.. would Hiei give it to him?
Clearing his throat he says with pride. "M-y-o-u-n-g."
Turning his red colored gaze at the male Hiei cocks a brow. "So."
"You bought a notebook for a road journal," shrugging he adds. "I'd just assumed you'd wanna put me in it."
Sporting a bored look, he says. "It's not a journal. I'm busy now, so talk to me later."
Youko rolled his eyes, then reached for the radio, popping in a CD he turns it up just loud enough for his runaway companion to have peace, yet loud enough for him to enjoy it. He drove along steadily as Arigatou played from his favorite group Orange Range.
Hiei bit his tongue from commenting on the driver's vocals; he knew that people like to sing for fun, no matter how bad it is. It was relaxing, though, listening to the guy singing while completely focused on the road. Hiei had to wonder if he'd of ended up a drifter had he known how to drive? Going home is his plan but he can't stay in Kochi forever, chances are the fact based rumors have already reached his hometown and the people might not be so forgiving at his workplace. Dropping his attention back to the notebook in his lap, he jots down a few more lyrics that he had been thinking about last night for his last song. So far it sounds like a really mellow dramatic swan song in his mind; does he really wanna go out that way?
'I guess it's better than doing a song where I thank the fucks for what little I had from them. So much for having the best fans in the world. ...They were so kind to send all those things to Yukina; was it just a way for them to see if I saw them, if I would say anything to them. Hn. What people won't do to be acklowedged.' Scratching a hand through his accented hair; pen still between his fingers, he feels a nudge on his elbow.
"Sing with me, it'll clear your head."
Blinking, he asks. "How is singing gonna clear my head."
"It's relaxing."
Too tired to protest any further, he decides to nip it in the bud saying, "I don't know the lyrics."
Youko looked surprised. "Everyone knows 'Asterisk', just listen and sing the chorus then, I'll take lead."
'Sing with him, huh? Either this guy is really good at playing dumb or he honestly doesn't know who I am.' Listening to the song, Hiei eventually gave in and sang the chorus with Youko listening intensly to him with a smile.
"You've got a nice voice," he complimented as though it were nothing. Like he were at a dinner party and said nice bean dip to the foie gras. "I'd pay you, if you sang for your meal."
With a taunting smirk, the former vocalist says. "I could just as easily get it from the people standing around with out you paying it first."
Laughing faintly, Hiei laughed as well. Maybe it was the damned sunshine in the dry air, or maybe it was just the stupidity of it all.. but for the moment, he really did feel like for once he wasn't alone.
"This is my favorite part." Youko turns the radio up.
Taking that as his exit, Hiei pulls out his phone to check his messages.
"Koenma's gonna have a baby!" Screamed Yusuke. That was it.
"Dark Mirror didn't even hit a million like we did," his best friend laughs. "This group sucks; I miss playing with you buddy. I'm gonna come to Kochi just as soon as we get a break. And don't worry, I've been clean for weeks- I swear."
It was nice that Kuronue knew where he intended to go, he wondered if his best friend would get there before he does? He did tell Youko to take his sweet time, after all. It would suck a little to miss him. But he's glad that he's doing alright, really.
The last message was from Sawada, threatening him not to have run out on the deal. He knew that he wrote songs at an impressive pace but this is the last thing anyone will ever hear from him. He doesn't wanna just piss it off as a joke- not that he owes anyone anything. He's writing this for himself, he's singing this to his standards, and he's playing it with his music on his terms of format. It must be perfect.
'Perfect.' Thinks the former band leader. Uncapping his pen he began to write out some more lyrics but on a different sheet of paper, this one is different from the other, with a little more tempo. Why is writing the music for his song easier than the lyrics? He had to wonder. Jotting down a couple bars, he then thought over some words then scribbled them down as well. That looked much better to him than the first thing.
The singing ceased when they got to a rest stop, and Youko turned off the car. Sliding out he stretched his arms over his head then leaned over to peek back into the car.
Hiei could already see the tease in his eyes before the drifter said. "Better hurry, wouldn't wanna come out last with the car started and everything." He laughs backing away from the car.
'This guy really needs to get a better sense of humor.' Climbing from the car, Hiei stretched as well then checked his watch. It was already mid-afternoon and they'd probably be stopping or staying here for lunch. He prayed that they find a gas station so that the food would at least be hot. Following after Youko, he shoves his arm off when the taller male draped it around his shoulders. Youko only patted Hiei one the shoulder, leaving the hand to rest there as they made their ways to the bathroom.
The space was larger on the outside than on the inside. It was moderately clean in Hiei's opinion. Youko glanced at two boys smoking in the corner of the room before making his way over to the third stall. The two smokers glance at Youko before their eyes fell on Hiei.
The former vocalist ducked his head then turned into the closest covered stall, closing and locking the door after him. The two boys laugh about something then head out of the rest room, kicking or popping the door that Hiei was using as a shield from their peering eyes. He heard Youko call them a name in Korean; a knock came on the door a moment later.
"You alright in there?" Asks the drifter.
Hiei wanted to kick Youko on the ankle for worrying about him, after having the gall to say he was gonna run him over. "Of course. Wash your hands so we can go." Says the steadily embittered male. Turning, he used the bathroom while Youko washed his hands. He wasn't about to get back in the car having not used the bathroom, but he also wasn't about to pee so those boys could come back in and say something. He wondered as he tapped toilet paper to the tip, did they recognize him, or were they just being shit heads? Hiei shoved open the door, then washed his hands.
Youko was looking his reflection over in the mirror until he saw Hiei, then he turned off the sink, swatting him on the head before walking out of the bathroom.
Done with washing, Hiei presses the hand dryer on with the back of his hand then held them underneath the warm air. He wasn't sure how long he'd spaced out this time but a honked horn pulled him from his latest flashback. Giving his hands a quick shake as though there may still be water on them, he then left the bathroom. The air is dry again today, the sun bright over head beating down like thick breath, and yet no one seemed to notice. Picnickers at the tables and benches sat around laughing. Who could eat next to a toilet?
Hiei hated them all for smiling and enjoying life while he has to avoid people who may recognize him. Hiei hoped it rained and ruined their fun, and not just for today, but for the rest of the week, maybe even the rest of the month! Getting close to the car, he noticed Youko's head dipped, kind of like he's asleep. Cocking his head, he grabs the knob just in time for the silver haired male to freak out and toss his notebook from start.
Glaring, Hiei climbed into the car, snatching his book back and tucking it under the seat. "Ever hear of privacy?"
"At one point in time, yeah." He waved the anger off. "So you're really serious about this singing thing, huh?" He starts the car up; the music blasted through the speakers.
"It's none of your business." Says Hiei in a cold voice as he buckles his seat belt then tucks the upper strap behind him. Leaning back, he crossed his arms bitterly.
Youko frowned, then smiled. "Don't shut down on me now, Silent Pride." He smiled when Hiei fumed over, yet, another nickname. "I thought your song sounded pretty good so far,"
Casting a red eyed glance the driver's way, he asks. "You did?"
"A little cheesy," admits Youko.
"Here we go." Interupts the former vocalist, turning his gaze out the window, completely embarrassed.
"No, no. It's not bad cheesy. Girls and people like me would eat that up- granted I listen to that type of music."
Hating that the guy could get his attention at the drop of a hat, Hiei asks. "And what type is that?"
Waving a hand at the hidden notebook under Hiei's seat, he says. "You know, that this-song's-for-you kind of stuff,"
Hiei sighed his frown deepened. "So you think it sounds like that too."
"A little. I'd avoid words like... You're the best thing about me, or whatever. It's just a little..."
"Cheesy." Offered Hiei.
"Ass-lying-humbled." Says the driver; the car now pulling from the lot. "Fans are just... you know, out there to scream while you do all the work, and try looking good while you do it. You shouldn't be humbled by that, what should give you that warm fuzzy feeling should be having them like you for who you are when you're not all dolled up." He grins. "Y'know?"
Hiei looked at Youko for a moment then he closed his eyes and smiled. "You sound like you really know what you're talking about."
Putting his soda down, the silver haired male asks. "What? Oh, no. I was talking about my parents and me. But I guess when it applies- use it." He shrugs.
"How profound."
"Thanks." Youko looks distant again, then quietly he admits. "Sometimes I think about that day they threw me out, and I wonder... why couldn't they just go on loving me like they did when they didn't know about the closet monster? Why can't they just say, "hey that's my son and he's gay so what"?" His golden eyes cloud over, but he shakes it off. "Then I remember what a great time I've had on the road, so I can't complain."
Hiei felt his cheeks heat when the drifter started to sing again, the slight movement of his bangs is what caused it when the silver haired male looked out the side window to take a turn on his side.
'Youko's right. I gave those fucks everything and this is how they repay me. Casting me off because I like men- hn. Maybe I should count my blessings that I'm no longer famous if it means I can't truly be happy while I'm doing it. I couldn't sing my own music until the damn end of it, I couldn't date openly when I really would have liked to. Maybe... being on the road for a while won't be so bad.'
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