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Hiei shifted slightly, touching the cuff around his wrist gently with his fine, yet somehow delicate fingers. Out of curiosity, he allowed a flicker of heat to warm the steel ever so lightly, as not to hurt the fox.

His eyes hurt as well, but he kept them open. He chuckled suddenly.

"Kurama," he said, brushing his shoulder against the other softly. "I've decided how you're going to repay me for this mess we're in."

The koorime paused, letting his head rest against the tree. "The second we return home, you will make me a large cup of that warm drink I like."

He watched the fox's expression, merely out of amusement. He knew Kurama knew what he was talking about. He knew better than anyone how Hiei had taken an immediate liking to hot cocoa. It was a funny sight. But, this request was sort of a silly one. Kurama probably would've made him some if he'd just asked anyway.

Hiei had smirked at the fox's blink. "I'm sure," he said. "unless you'd prefer to be my slave."

That image had worked another smirk out of the demon. In his mind's eye, he saw himself ordering around an aproned Kurama with chains around his ankles.

It was good that he was getting into a better mood. It made things easier and more bearable.

Now Hiei blinked. He hadn't expected Kurama to ask that, and he was slightly rattled. He fumbled around for an answer. Preferably an answer that wouldn't come off as weird.

"First, I would have you lick the dirt from my boots—" he stopped. Maybe that was a bit weird. "—and you would make that drink for me every night. Most importantly, you would kill the fool in his sleep for me."

The last part referred to Kuwabara. Though he wasn't entirely serious about that. Well, almost.

Looking to the side, he didn't dare make eye contact. He wasn't sure about Kurama's reaction. To the first part, mainly.

"Tch," Hiei jerked his head to the side softly, as if offended by the last question. What the hell did Kurama want from him, a list?

"What about you, then, fox? What would you do if you were my slave?" he asked somewhat snappishly, now looking at the other with half-false irritation. It suddenly occured to him that this was probably the weirdest conversation he'd ever had with the red-head. He wondered what the others would say.

The koorime's crimson eyes were locked into Kurama's, hard yet somehow soft. As his gaze was held, he found it hard to disengage himself. Kurama had sounded odd in his response, and his answer did not hold the lining of a tease, as far as Hiei could tell.

The demon very much wanted to be able to be in the safety and privacy of a tree right now. Kurama certainly had a knack for making him uncomfortable lately. Shifting awkwardly, he finally managed to tear his eyes away.

"I think all those years in the Ningenkai have made you insane." he said dryly, turning his wrist in the cuff so that it was more comfortable. Even though it wasn't unbearably tight, it had rubbed on him and he was slightly red there.

The youkai rolled his eyes. "Just pray that I don't decide to take pity and put you out of your poor, insane misery." he said, more to blur his earlier awkward behavior.

Hiei felt Kurama's shift and looked down at their binded wrists. His wrist wasn't being rubbed or pinched anymore, but now Kurama's would be if he moved any. Sometimes he just couldn't understand the fox. He did such mindless things.

Though he suddenly glared at his stomach. It was growling again. It was remembered how much the females were hated.

Hiei needed to distract himself. Unsheathing his katana, he held it pointed away from himself and his companion, running his thumb along the blade, looking lazily into his own reflection. When his thumb reached the tip, he pressed hard and removed it. The thin red line along the flesh was only visible for a moment as it filled, red running down the curve of his thumb and past his palm.

((Whoo. Sorry for being random. xD))