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((I am proud to announce that my five-day YYH marathon is over and I have officially finished the series. Though now I don't know what to do with my days. D: ))

Hiei awoke facing the window. The sunlight shining through was warm on his face, and he had to blink at the brightness. Though he didn't recognize the window, the softness beneath him, or the body heat next to him.

In a quick, panicked flash, he was on his feet, facing the bed with his hand on the hilt of his katana. He immediately relaxed, seeing it was just Kurama. He now remembered where he was.

"Damn it," he muttered. He had hoped the ordeal was a dream.

((I found a website with all the episodes. Ugh, I don't want school to start soon.))

Hiei narrowed his eyes and straightened his stance. He would've hissed something about being in the bed, but at the moment he didn't feel like it. Instead he answered Kurama's question with a simple 'tch,' looking away sharply and smoothing his clothes out in places.

He watched the fox try to fix his hair for a moment before he decided to speak. "I don't know about you, but this room has lost it's interest."

Translation: Let's look around because I really, really want the psychic to die and doing something else will keep me from making that happen.

(( Here! Yeah, I'm the same way. I like school, but it's just the homework and less time for the computer.))

Hiei did not give a solid answer regarding food. He simply gave Kurama a look and waited at the door. He almost smirked at how the fox stretched, though. Obviously he wasn't the only one who had slept well.

In truth, he didn't remember much about falling asleep. Kurama had teased him, then Hiei decided he would try to doze off, which had turned into actual sleep. Then something about a mouse. Maybe that had been part of a dream.

Hiei responded to the tug with a blink, but he followed without delay. He remembered the way they were supposed to go, and glanced at the fox when he did not lead them in that direction. It wasn't hard to figure that Kurama wanted to look around some more. Hiei was curious as well.

As customary, he remained quiet, not voicing any of his thoughts. Though there was a design on the wall that caught his interest and made him stop walking. He stared at it, eyes not wide, but dark; entranced yet alert. To him, the shaded curves and turns reached out, hooking onto his clothes and skin, pulling...

At the time, the youkai could not think of an appropriate word to describe it.

((xDDD))

Kurama's voice helped Hiei break from his odd daze. He seemed to start somewhat, taking an uneven step away and snapping his head in Kurama's direction. He stared a few moments, the same dark, thoughful quality in his eyes. Then he closed them.

"No," he said, and opened them. He walked ahead of Kurama now, looking at the staircase. Interest and curiosity collected in him, but he was wise enough to delay entering until the fox was at his side.

"Did she not imply that we were guests?"

Hiei was never fond of spiral staircases. They might be practical, but he disliked having to turn slightly every so often when going up or down them. Well, stairs in general he did not like. Step up, up, up or down, down, down. It was somehow dull. Unless, of course, he was running.

He decided that if this was meant for his own entertainment, then he wouldn't be trapped against his will. Then he found another reason to dislike spiral staircases. Often they were narrow, and he could no longer avoid coming in contact with the fox every few steps. Before he hadn't notice the accidental brushes, but now he was aware and somehow felt it would be an annoying sensation to the other—a brush, rub or graze of the arm. But there wasn't much he could do, unless he could suddenly flatten against the wall.

Hiei hadn't really been expecting anything different in Kasai's room. The darkness of it all was a slight surprise. He took light steps to a candle, cupping his hand over the fire and taking some pleasure in the feeling. The light made his eyes shine differently, as if they were simple orbs of red.

Black wasn't always an inviting color, so he respected the furniture and did not touch any. He saw the books too.

"She has a lot of time," Hiei stated, tracing a finger along spine of a thick book. He wasn't sure why he decided to share that obvious fact. But having a lot of time certainly supported the idea that there was much more to their stay than a child.