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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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A scattered crowd packed themselves into the open air of Shinjuku Park. Some are on blankets, others are standing, some are sitting at tables chatting. For Hiei this is something he's always wanted, and will continue to want even after he dies; he can't imagine ever being able to stop making music with his friends. A large sweep of clouds called the crowds attention overhead as it blocked out the warmth of the sun from them. The cool winter chill, though there is no snow, still floats around to tickle people with goosebumps.
Feeling a pair of hands come down on his shoulders, Hiei looks up from the sheet of lyrics on his lap, pencil falling from his mouth into his hand. "Kuro?" He says as if asking if his friend wanted anything. He's been acting weird since he came back from the bathroom on the train, almost like he's trying to seduce him. Weird.
"What are you doing?" The guitarist asked with an impressively handsome grin on his face.
It went right over Hiei's head. "Looking over the lyrics for that song I'm doing with the gorilla," he shrugs indifferently. "Why, are we starting?"
With an aloof shrug, the taller band member sidles a few steps in front of Yeoh taking a seat on the grass. "No. Just curious as to what you're doing."
Narrowing his eyes, Hiei shakes his head with a smile at how odd Kuronue is acting. "I can tell you one thing," he starts, "when we make it to larger tours, we're never gonna have to perform in the cold like this again."
Snapping to attention, the long-haired male stands up and heads around behind his friend. "You're cold? Here," sliding out of his jacket, he draped the coat over his best friend's shoulders. "You can have my coat." Wrapping his arms around the shorter male, he plants a kiss on the side of his head. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."
Bundling himself within the coat, Hiei cast his gaze longways at his friend. "You sure you don't wanna keep it."
With a wave of his hand he shakes his head, boastful look about his posture. "No. I don't even feel the cold." He shuddered when a breeze blew past.
"Hn." He closed his eyes in disbelief of how stupid some people can be. "Clearly your body disagrees with your mind." Taking off the coat he hands it back. "I never said I needed extra warmth I was just saying that we're gonna be too big to just be doing small shows, like we have."
Too busy sliding into the warmth of his coat to hear his friend, he looked up at him with a, "Huh?"
"Nevermind."
Yusuke, who is chewing something rather noisily, heads past the two of them to the stage. "Come on guys, starting time."
"After you." Says Kuronue gesturing ahead of his path.
Eyeing the male with all the world's suspicion, Hiei says in passing. "You're not sitting by me on the train."
"What?" He followed after him.
The crowd screams upon seeing the cute vocalist step onto the stage. Hiei's hand goes up to wave at them all, but his eyes scan the area for Kurama. It takes a while at first, but then he spots the crimson haired musician sitting on the grass beside a cherry tree. As if he knew when exactly Hiei's red gaze had fallen on him, he lifted a hand to wave.
Hiding his smile behind the mic. Hiei calls into it. "Are you guys ready!"
The crowd screamed in unison. Yusuke counted out the time then they began to play. An hour later, the area had warmed up a great deal, that and the stage was heated for them; half the women in the crowd nearly fainted when Kuronue took off his jacket showing off his dragon tattoos that some people didn't seem to know he had. Hiei heard a slew of young men and male teens calling out 'So cool', while pointing at the guitarist which meant those tattoos of his, like Bayuu, wouldn't be very original for long. He's also seen many more people with dye jobs to get starburst in their hair, like his own. His dreams of larger crowds could easily become reality with how well people are responding to their music- obsession to their appearance can be a good thing too. When they go home and listen to the CD, they get to visual them. At the last song, 'Connected'; their next single, Hiei noticed that Kurama seemed to be laughing at something, it made him falter on the lyrics a bit, but he regained his composure quickly; once it was over, Noize left the stage to sign autographs, before going to Tokyo to meet up with Kuwabara and his team.
"I love you guys!" Shouts a girl as though they're deaf. Handing Hiei her autograph book, she pulled out her phone snapping a picture.
Smirking, Hiei looks up. "Wait until I'm looking if you want a picture."
The girl blushed that he spoke directly to her, then she actually let his words process and bowed an apology before holding up her camera. Hiei smiles but his face slips to confused when Kuronue cuts into the picture, gripping his shoulder giving it a squeeze before pressing his cheek to Hiei's. The younger male shakes off the odd behavior of his friend then returned the smile to his face. The young girl giggled then snapped the picture.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Hesitant, the girl is about to leave but she turns back around. "Its so cute, when the two of you kiss." She clears up. "Could I... have a picture like that? Please? You can say no."
Hiei shurgged leaning over so he could give Kuronue his cheek. Pressing his mouth to the vocalist's cheek they separated when the young girl took the picture. Half the crowd cooed with how sweet it was that they are so close to allow one another to be that silly.
"Can I get an autograph Yusuke!" Called a young lady at the end of the table.
"Oh cool, where'd you get this poster?" Tasked Urameshi.
"My friend in graphics made it for me." She brags. "We have lots."
Hiei was distracted long enough glancing in the drummer's direction to miss Kurama part through the crowd and pass him his notepad. "Can you sign this, please." He asks.
Kuronue smiles at the redhead with the alarmingly calm voice. "Sure." He took the notepad to sign; Hiei turned at the sound of Kurama's voice pulled away from spying on the posters the young girl was showing Yusuke. "There you go." Says Kuronue once finished.
Hiei didn't mean to stare but he couldn't help it, the green eyed beauty was just... bewitching! Kurama smiled kindly to Kuronue sparing the guitarist a slight glance before training his gaze on Hiei, as he seemed to be in the same trance as his self.
Kurama wished the two of them were alone right now, whenever they're apart he can hardly concentrate, all his thoughts drifting to the short, dark haired vocalist. "Thank you," He says. "Mr. Janganshi." He hands him the book as he intended to.
Taking it absently he says. "Hiei." The strange new last name didn't sit right on the redhead's pretty voice, he wanted him to know his real last name.
"Hiei." He corrects.
Lowering the notebook to his lap Hiei quickly scribbles on it then hands it back to Kurama who looks it over to see the number of his hotel room, and what to say to the front desk. Smiling his thanks, he turned to leave but Kuronue calls him back.
"Hey, now I know where I've seen you before." He snaps his fingers. "You were in the crowd at NewNextNow, right?"
Nodding, Kurama blushed at being repeatedly seen by anyone but Hiei. "Right."
"See, you said I was getting a big head." Kuronue says to his best friend. "I recognize people from other places."
Beside them a skinny man in a dark blue blazer clapped his hands to call their attention. "Time to pack it up!"
The crowd groaned in dispair but respectfully broke apart to give them space to leave, though, some of them shoved through the thick of the crowd in hopes to at least get their hand touched since they couldn't get an autograph that day. Noize gladly reached out to them shaking their hands. One girl pulled Koenma close planting a kiss on his cheek then shouts 'I love you!'. But, the main portion of the crowd had their eyes following Hiei like a cat watching a mouse run along the lining of a wall, each of them just waiting to pounce. Glad for cover in the limousine, the four of them shudder for warmth in the steadily heating car because once off the stage the cold kicked up ten fold on them.
"I can't wait until four fan letters turn into fifty." Says Yusuke blowing on his hands. "I should have worn gloves." He says to no one.
Koenma is on his cell talking to whom could only be Botan. Hiei couldn't help but watch over how happy his friend looked when speaking to Botan, even over the phone. He wondered if he'd be like that with Kurama? Tonight is gonna be their first date, and he doesn't wanna do something stupid or rude because he's never been on a date with a guy before. Are there wrong things to say to gay people, besides calling them ignorant names? What if he offends the pretty red head by saying that he thinks he's pretty? Will he get upset and call him typical for handing out female compliments just because he's gay. It shouldn't be rude, he really is pretty! Anyone would look at Kurama and think so.
Feeling a nudge from beside him, he snaps out of his trance. "What?"
Making a sound similar to the standards of a 'cat fight', Kuronue shrugs. "Just wondering why you're looking so thoughtful, that's all."
"I'm still just thinking about lyrics, that's all." He lied.
"Huh." He intones. Looking at Hiei, he cocked his brow in wonder, but remained silent.
The car slowed to a stop outside of their hotel. The four band head inside to order something to eat, so they can have a quick meal before heading out for a photoshoot and an interview on a television show. Noize ate in Kuronue's room, since he has a spare bed that he won't mind getting a bit crummy. Hiei paid for a room alone with his pocket money; both Koenma and Yusuke thought that was odd, but Kuronue knew the reason Hiei didn't want to share a room with him. His crush must be eating him alive! But Uguisuu decided to up their bond as friends, so that when he turned the shorter male down as a lover, he'd understand, and it wouldn't hurt so much.
"I love the pizza here." Says Yusuke on his fifth slice. "They cut the sausage long ways; more people should go with that style."
Snickering, Koenma comments. "I don't think a lot of places can afford to buy that much meat."
"What does money have to do with anything?"
"Think about it, Yusuke, if you make..." he trails off to find something suitable as an example. "Cookie dough; make a bunch of small ones and everyone can eat as much as they like, how many packs of dough do you think you'd go through if you made cookie slabs."
Trying to figure it out, he frowns. "Looks like I'll have to special order when we get home then."
"I hope this doesn't change." Says Koenma. "Talking about stupid things; I heard that some singers tend to get tired of being in a band and they go solo, singing live, to recordings of music. Or they quit music altogether."
"Tch." Shaking his head, Kuronue picks a piece of onion skin from between his teeth while talking. "We're too close for that, and if anyone does get big in the head, we'll drag their name through the mud until they change their mind and come back."
"That's mature." Koenma got up from the bed. A napkin is tumbling around in his grasp cleaning his hands, then he heads into the bathroom. "Botan says that their is some buzz going on in Tokyo about us."
They turn an ear to the bathroom so they can listen to what he's saying.
"She said that a group of girls were talking to a friend of theirs trying to get her into our music," a flushing toilet then the sink silences him for a moment, then he walks out and finishes what he was saying. "She borrowed her headphones from her, and after two songs she bought a CD." Grabbing his long black coat from the hanger, he slips into it. "She says we're a shoe-in for best new artist at AMA"
Pleased with that, the three remaining members, still eating, take their friend's example by getting up from the bed, cleaning themselves up then heading out to the waiting limousine.
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Everyone was completely animated after the interview on Snaps To New, and they are all goofing around in the limo teasing the host about all the goofy questions they're often asked.
"Okay, okay" says Kuronue holding up a hand to silence them. Leaning his fist toward the second youngest of their group he asks. "Yusuke, when was the last time you had a really good session of masturbation?"
"Oh let's see..." He placed his hand to his chin in thought. "Gosh it's been so long I almost don't remember, but I'm sure it was some time around my birthday."
Kuronue sounded as though he'd just heard the answer to the meaning of life with the way he gasped in awe at Yusuke's answer. "Hiei, is that your real hair color?"
Hiei, quietly snickering beside his friends, glanced out the window before saying. "Yes. Do you want to touch it?"
"Sure." Reaching out he runs a hand through his friend's hair. "So cool!"
Swatting the continually caressing hand from his hair, Hiei says. "If I have to answer that question about my hair one more time I'll shave my head." Turning his gaze back into the car, he adds. "Don't they think people watch other shows, fans don't wanna hear the same things all the time."
"Yeah, but what can you do?" Replies Koenma with a shrug.
"Ahaha, blurt out the expected answers and trap them into asking you something else." Chides Yusuke.
The four of them laugh and joke all the way to the photo shoot, which they were asked to pose on a bed and look real seductive. This is going to be for their newest album since it implicates so much about sex. Another good selling point says Sawada. Hiei had the most film to be shot and the others were waiting for him as he finished up. Lay this way, lie that way, slit your eyes here. It was all so cheesy the lead singer thought, but it was part of the job. And when he was just about to go, the photographer came up to him, a smile on her face and shook his hand. Hiei found that odd, as all the other photographers seemed satisfied with a simple thumbs up before the group took their leave. But women are weird in that sense. As usual the group decided to retire to their rooms; Hiei actually couldn't have gotten back to the hotel fast enough, but the others seemed to talk of wanting to go out but they were far too tired to actually do it. Parting ways, they wave a hand to one another without so much as a grunt for a 'good night'.
Taking the elevator up to his floor, which is separate from the others, Hiei walked down the hall with haste. Sliding the card through the lock on the door he steps inside, surprised to see that his room is empty. Checking his watch, he considers the time and guessed that the red head might think it's too early to have come around. Stepping further into the room, Hiei jumps out of his skin when he removed his coat and something lands on his shoulder. Spinning around after his mental yelp, he let out a breath seeing Kurama standing beside the closet, back against the wall. The taller male chuckled into his hand.
"Did I startle you?"
Cheeks heated, Hiei cleared his throat turning toward the bed. "I knew you were there." He lied walking over to the bed. "I just thought it would be cute if you got a kick out of startling me." He wasn't about to continue letting the pretty red head seduce him with his odd yet adorible behavior, he can be pretty seductive too when he puts his mind to it, but, it left him wondering for a moment how old the Kurama was to himself.
Continuing with his first statement the vocalist goes on to say, as he sits down on the soft bed. "Besides, I smelled the chinese food." He popped open one of the containers to see what was inside.
Pushing from the wall, Kurama joins Hiei on the bed. "Is that right."
"Mm hmm." He didn't trust his voice not to squeek when his distraction was that close to him, his thick scent coating his lungs with intoxication. How had he not smelled him when he walked in?
"How was your day? Did you do anything really exciting?"
With a shrug, Hiei picked out some shrimp with his chopsticks. "We had a shoot and had to take a bunch of ridiculous sexy pictures for the album."
"Hm."
Secretly smiling at how being around Kurama made him feel like he's on an emotional and physical roller coaster, with the way his mind jumps from turned on to awkward, then comfortable. Hiei adds. "And we had an interview before that."
"Mm." Kurama replies.
There is a moment of silence between them, comfortable as they eat beside each other at the top of the bed. To break the silence, because he felt a bit guilty about what Hiei had implied earlier about him, Kurama nudged the singer to say.
"I'm sorry about before. I really wasn't teasing you about your success, it's just that I..." he trailed off.
"You what?"
With a shrug Kurama says. "I don't usually like your type of music." He said with an air of awkwardness. "I listen to classical pieces, you see, and that's why I was curious about just how famous you and Noizu have become because I don't listen to the media, or other things like that to know what to like."
"Oh."
"I never meant to mock you or your band."
Hardly insulted, Hiei wondered though. "Then why did you start showing up to listen to us?"
"Truthfully, it was when you performed in Tokyo. The words to that song you were singing, I found them to be unusual and pretty." He looks at Hiei, big green eyes showing truth. "The music behind it though," he again shrugs, face distorted in distaste. "I got curious when I saw that you were going on a promotional tour, and since I missed your show at Strickly Locals, I thought that I should go see you play."
"Have you changed your mind?"
Wetting his mouth, he looks thoughtful. "I'm not sure." Again with the airy laugh, he says. "My infatuation with you has cost me my entire bonus just to see you, and hopefully get the chance to ask you out; though I won't be able to see you play in Tokyo. I'm out of money after I return home."
"Maybe I could get you a ticket or something. I've got money." He looks insistant.
Kurama waves a hand to turn him down. "I have to visit my mother in the remainder of my vacation, and she's moved to a different prefecture, so I wouldn't be able to see it even if I could afford it."
"Oh."
"Something bothers me though."
"Hm?"
"You aren't singing the same as you did at the park."
"Hmm?" Confused for a second, he then put it together and shakes his head. "Oh that. Our manager says he knows the sound people want to hear so we have to sing pre-written songs. It's not our sound, but, he was right."
"Hn." Kurama closes his eyes in thought. Getting up from the bed, he strolled over to the couch where he's left his violin.
Watching him, Hiei cocks a brow.
"Care to indulge me with the lyrics, I can't seem to recall them so well." He plays the back bar to the song 'Leeca'.
"Mm." Picking up his acoustic, Hiei walks over to the couch taking a seat beside Kurama, who remained standing. "Do you always carry that thing around with you?"
"I do. I consider it a hobby of mine."
"Mm." He waits for his cue then plays the second bar of the song. Hiei can't help but hear that it does sound nice this way, though, he has yet to sing.
"Do you always carry your acoustic?"
"I do. Mostly because I want to write cords to new songs I'm working on."
Kurama found that odd. "Hiei, if your manager has songs pre-written for you, why do you continue to write songs?" He stops playing, looking down at the shorter male.
With a shrug, Hiei smirks. "I consider it a hobby of mine."
Smirking back, he replies. "Touche."
"Don't you hate it when people tell you that a tree is brown, even when you've clearly chosen to color it purple."
"Huh?"
"Our music, Kurama, is that purple tree." He takes over the cords that Kurama has stopped playing. "Mr. Sawada gave us lyrics and music with a parental slap on the wrist that tells us to color it brown."
"I see." Another thought crossed the mind of the violinist. "But Hiei, why continue with writing songs that won't be heard?"
"Sometimes it's for personal listening with my band. That way I'm surrounded by my friends and the things I love." He nods to Kurama to take the bar he was playing not long ago, then he began to sing.
"In the rays of sunlight, you were smiling." He slows the words from the original way he sings them so they fit with the style of music. "The puppy sleeping on your knee also looked peaceful..."
Cracking an eye open, smile on his face, Kurama asks. "Were you talking about someone when you wrote this?"
Nodding, Hiei, taps his foot. "Kuronue with Bayuu." He then returns to singing. "A little book was spread in the palm of your hand, and you softly traced the words with a pretty finger."
Kurama takes a seat now, causing a blush from Hiei when the seat leaned over, in awe of the weight of his interest compared to his own. Shaking the warm feeling coursing through him, he continues to sing. "I thought that with that smile, anything could be saved underneath the limited sky," Hiei gasped when a pair of lips came in contact with his own just now noticing that Kurama has stopped playing.
When the pretty redhead broke away, Hiei looked at him in shock. "What was that for?"
"I thought you were cute right then." He replied as if that explained it. Standing now, he headed over to the bed to have something more to eat.
Heat in his face, Hiei set down his guitar and followed, but the last thing on his mind is food as he takes the white box with the red dragon from Kurama's hand then set it atop the dresser. Climbing onto the bed with one knee placed between Kurama's parted legs his other leg still on the floor due to lack of room for him to fully climb onto the bed yet, Hiei grabs his face kissing him back but with a little more fervour than the playful peck Kurama gave him.
Other leg coming up at Kurama's side it dug into the pillow for a second then the two fall back onto the bed. Their kiss is electric sending static messages to other parts of their body to continue. Soft moans escape their mouths when a kiss taste particularly sweet to them; their hips having yet to move, in fear should the movement elsewhere cause them to realize just what it is they're doing and it would cause them to stop, remain in wait for the signal.
Kurama let out a particularly soft in volume yet loud in stature moan as he arched up from the bed, hands pressing into the mattress in order to give them more bed to work with than the edge. Hiei crawled up over him to readjust his self as well. Satisfied the two kiss once again, hands roaming under clothes, curious about the other person through touch rather than sight since their eyes are closed. Kurama rolled them over, then left the bed.
Sitting up on his elbows, Hiei watched his depature to where he assumes is the door to leave; he's about to call him back and apologize, but he sees the Kurama head into the bathroom then return with bath gel. Wondering what that could be for, he lost sight of his thoughts when Kurama began to remove his shirt while straddling him. Never one to be slow, Hiei took his shirt off as well tossing it over the other side of the bed. Kurama sighed when their bare flesh met, only now the red heads lips are at Hiei's neck sucking down hard. For a moment Hiei wondered if he were trying to leave his mark on him with how hard he was clamping down, but when a draft came through his jeans, he noticed it was a distraction for what was happening elsewhere.
"Kurama wait." He says attempting to catch his breath while speaking. He sits up shoving the amourus male a bit so he'll let up.
"I'm sorry, I had just assumed you'd be on top."
Embarrassed with confusion, he asks. "Then why are you undoing my pants?"
Quiet laughter that wasn't really mocking just a snicker that the shorter male could be so clueless, Kurama showed him the gel. "I planned to lubricate you. Unless you'd like to do it yourself."
"No." Further embarrassed, he lies back down. "Go ahead."
Leaning over, he placed a kiss on the singer's cheek then leaned in a little lower to whisper. "I'll do myself if you're unsure about doing it well enough."
Hiei nods, grateful for the kissing to return so he wouldn't be seen in this embarrassed state that quickly vanished when Kurama's slick hand wrapped around his hardening member. He caught his breath sharp enough to constrict his chest but thankfully he didn't choke on lack of oxygen, but because of those strong and firm jerks his breathing had picked up a great deal. Should anything feel this good? He's touched himself maybe four times in life, maybe once. But it was nothing like this.
Hearing Kurama's heavy, low breathing, Hiei peaked his eyes open since the soft breaths are the only thing touching his parted lips at the time. Eyes going wide at the sight before him, he feels an even greater surge of heat in his lower region at the sight of Kurama's hand down between his parted legs as his fingers lubricate him, and yet he hasn't lost his pace at jerking him harder. Hiei was sure he would release right then and there if he didn't stop watching him. Kurama removed his fingers suddenly, then placed his hands down at Hiei's sides. The shorter male waited and watched as the red head sat down over his length. He didn't know what was making him harder the sight of his erection disappearing into Kurama or the gasped panting of his pleasure when feeling it.
Fully lowered, Kurama lifts his hips again then lowers them. Hiei moaned loudly, arching his back in surprise of the heat and limited space the girth of his member is given and yet is quiet comfortable in. Judging by the sounds Kurama is making it isn't hurting him in the least. Not about to just sit there and take it, he leans up from the mattress, tongue coming out so the tip can taste the male's chest above him. Kurama gasped in surprised body dropping forward from weakened arms but he held himself up. Hiei watched the long red hair framing his face as he flushed enjoying the treatment he's giving him. Hands unsure, the vocalist grips the male's sex after the sticky tip pulled off of him alerting his attention to it.
After that Kurama stopped moving up and down, switching it to forward and back into Hiei's hands. Lowering himself, the red head kissed Hiei with hunger or a thank you for such a wonderful feeling. Figuring a good ground level, Kurama's hips move down over Hiei then forward into the shorter male's hands a movement that will please both of them.
The both of them are completely lost for even sound as their bodies rock with one another. Lips touching, tongue licking anywhere it wanted to taste. Hiei was sure that this was going to be what killed him. He'd be murdered by the first person he's ever given himself to. But surprisingly when the two cried out loudly in the other person's mouth, there was no death just two very spent teenagers trying to regain their vision and breaths until they both, exhausted, fell asleep.
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