Standard disclaimers. Yoshihiro Togashi-sama created these wonderful 
characters. Not me, just having fun twisting them around. Don’t sue me, 
no money… I am still struggling to save money to buy more YYH CD’s. 
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

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					  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 Inari’s 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 isn’t 
enough to make his head crack.

	:… Damn that dream …: 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, he’ll swear he’ll 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 …: 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 ‘you-know-
what’ with a woman. But his was different. That boy wasn’t a woman. He’s 
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 
doesn’t sound too good, but he can’t 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, he’ll die sooner than 
he’d thought. Maybe he’d turn cuckoo.

	Kaasan was in a very critical condition, or so the doctor said. He 
felt so hopeless that he can’t 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 can’t 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 that’s why he 
can’t differentiate between a school day and a weekend. It’s driving him 
crazy, no more than crazy… Insane…

He tried to close his eyes and sleep, but his bed was hard and it 
didn’t 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 
kaasan’s 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 who’s 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 
wasn’t lighted. No lights to help him to recognise the creature.

The creature jumped in gracefully. "We meet again," said the low 
voice. :… This voice …: 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 it’s sheer 
brightness. "Hiei…," Kurama breathed. The boy of his dreams came back! 
"I thought you’d 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 ‘friend’ down 
there was getting a little excited upon seeing this Hiei. And Kurama 
tried his best to make it still. :… Please, don’t get swollen up. Hiei 
might see it …: 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? …: a voice in Kurama asked. :… Get a life, 
Kurama! Shut up! This might be serious …: another part of him scolded 
himself. 

Hiei paused, Kurama wasn’t 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 Ruffian’s 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 won’t just go and barge into some place 
without knowing how does the security works and all. Even though he’d 
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 fox’s 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 wasn’t that 
interested in it. "It can make your wish come true. For you ningen 
mother," continued Hiei, slyly.

Kurama’s 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 who’s 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 don’t have any other things to do?" retorted the koorime harshly. 
Kurama’s spirit went crashing to the ground. 

"Oh, gomen…," 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! …: he scolded himself. 
Suddenly his mouth opened before his brains could order it to shut up. 

"Gomen Kurama… I didn’t 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 I’m ‘concerned’ 
about him! …: scolded one part of him. :… You are concerned about him. 
Hiei, stop denying …: retorted another part of him. Shit, now he’s 
having a war with himself.

Kurama lifted up his face and smiled. "Doumo, Hiei," he thanked 
the ego koorime. Hiei uttered a casual ‘Hn’ 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 it’s dangerous and very demanding, he had to reconsider 
Hiei's request. 

He didn’t 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 
holder’s 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 we’ll 
have to count on youko Kurama to save you, Hiei …: 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. It’s not everyday 
that you could see this beautiful ningen kitsune this close. He smiled 
suddenly, he had just noticed that the kitsune’s 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, I’ll go with you," he 
answered. Hiei gave Kurama a slight smile. "Ii, then I’ll leave now," he 
told Kurama and got off the table. 

Kurama narrowed his eyes. "Hiei, matte," he called after the 
koorime. Hiei stopped, but didn’t look back. :… Oh Inari. Can you just 
stay. Stay for a while. I am aching so deep inside… : Kurama sighed. He 
can’t. He might frighten the poor boy away. And else, he didn’t 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. "I’ll 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 can’t 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 
it’s still waiting. :… Give up, he’s not coming to coax you …: 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 he’s always around watching you! …: 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 mother’s room. He wore a couple more shorts 
inside, careful not to mess his mother’s futon. 

He climbed up her bed and slept there. He hope that he can stand 
himself and won’t be having those dreams anymore until later that 
morning. :… Shimpai suru na, kaasan. I will save you …: was his last 
thought before he drifted into deep sleep.

Owari… ^_^

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