Disclaimer: If I owned them, I might understand the subtitles. "Hallelujah" is the property of Leonard Cohen.
Summary: Yusuke's wedding reception. Dancing. Yep.
Sequel/Series: Pfft. Maybe. I have no plans at the moment, though
Warnings: G. It's just a sweet, angst-less
ficlet. It even qualifies for PWP status. Yeah, I know.
Kurama sipped his drink again, using the rim of the glass
to hide his smile. Yusuke’s
wedding was going smoothly—well, as smoothly as things would ever go between
those two. He didn’t bother
hiding his smile when Keiko growled at something Yusuke whispered to her and hit
him atop the head with the hard edge of her hand.
Those two were such a perfect couple.
Speaking of couples…
He scanned the reception again, finally finding Kuwabara
and Yukina on the dance floor, moving slowly and happily to the music.
There was a look of bliss on the man’s face, and a look of happy
concentration on Yukina’s as she avoided being stepped on or otherwise
smooshed by her fiancée’s over-zealous movements.
Two more people who were great for each other.
Kurama traced the edge of his glass with one slim finger, looking over at
the growling Hiei next to him. “Is
something wrong?”
Hiei was, as usual, glaring ominously at the two on the
dance floor. “You know what it
is.”
Kurama laughed a little.
“You should tell her.”
Hiei glanced at Kurama.
“Mind your own business.” That
said, Hiei shifted his glare back to Kuwabara.
“Stupid fox.”
“Ask her to dance,” Kurama suggested.
“I bet she’d like that.”
Hiei looked down at his own glass, untouched.
“…don’t know how.”
“That’s no problem.
I can teach you,” Kurama said. “It’s
kind of like fighting. You’ll
learn fast.”
“Hn. Kuwabara
dances like he fights.” Hiei
examined him, evaluating the offer before standing.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
“Now?” Kurama asked, blinking.
Hiei just looked at him impatiently.
“If you don’t want to, Fox, you should’ve—“
“No, I don’t mind.” Kurama stood, tucking a strand of his hair back into his ponytail. “You just surprise me, Hiei. That’s all.” He smiled affectionately at Hiei’s back, following him to the dance floor. The amusing puzzle that was Hiei…
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
--But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Hiei stood in front of him, back and arms rigid, and
glared. “Well?”
Kurama unsuccessfully attempted to smother another smile
and reached down to take Hiei’s left hand and place it on his hip, taking the
right in his other hand. He settled
his free hand on Hiei’s shoulder and began to step to the music, mainly just
swaying. After a moment of
suspicious staring, Hiei began to sway as well.
Soon, they were turning slowly in a circle.
“Why don’t we go faster?” Hiei asked finally.
“And how come we don’t do any of those spinny things other people are
doing?”
“You only move as fast as the music does.”
Kurama eyed the space around them, judging the amount of room they had.
“Are you ready to try something different?”
The spin was successful, but only peripherally, and Hiei
decided he could do without trying that again.
“Dancing,” he declared, “is nothing like fighting.”
Kurama could only chuckle at that.
It was nice, Kurama admitted privately to himself, to be
able to hold Hiei and dance with him. The
demon was holding him closer now, the hand on his waist tightening a little as
he caught a glimpse of Kuwabara spinning Yukina.
With a chuckle that he attempted to hide under a cough—unsuccessfully,
by the way Hiei was glaring at him—he turned them so Hiei’s back was to the
couple, allowing them a moment of privacy before the song ended and Hiei stormed
over to break it up and demand his dance. “It’s
no use being overprotective,” Kurama said quietly.
Hiei was maybe a head shorter than he was, so he craned his neck down
while Hiei tilted up.
“I’m not overprotective,” Hiei insisted bitterly.
“He’s putting his hands all over her.”
“Hiei, they’re going to be married.
It’ll be a lot worse than that.”
Kurama cleared his throat. “Besides,
it’s really not that bad. Not
much worse than we’re doing right now.”
“Hn,” was all Hiei said to that, and held Kurama a bit
closer. Finally, near the end of
the song, he reached up and brushed his lips against his friends, once
tentatively, and then again, a little firmer.
Kurama blinked.
Hiei gave it another shot, slipping his hand from
Kurama’s up to the back of his neck, pulling it down a little so that their
lips touched firmly and easily, working gently at each other. Kurama felt his body warming to the kiss with very little
prompting from his mind, moving his free hand to Hiei’s soft, black hair.
The kiss lasted only a moment, maybe two, but Kurama felt something shift suddenly—the world? Maybe it was only him—and then the song was over, and Hiei was pulling away and walking over to Yukina, and Kurama found himself still sitting there, stunned.
It goes like this: the
fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift,
The baffled king composing “Hallelujah”.
A strangled noise was emerging from his right, so he turned
to see Yusuke staring at him, face a mixture of various emotions, mouth and eyes
as open as they could get. Keiko
was talking to someone else, not even looking, but Yusuke was staring like…
like… well, like he’d never expected it.
Kurama shrugged a little and smiled in sympathy.
He hadn’t expected it, either.
A quiet shriek of despair brought Kurama’s attention back
to Kuwabara, who could only watch in distress as Hiei swept Yukina across the
dance floor, away from the human. “That
stupid little shrimp,” he moaned. “You
can’t get me to break my promise to Yukina!
We will be married!”
“It’s just dancing,” Kurama told him with a smile,
putting a friendly hand on his arm to restrain him.
“Yukina loves you.”
“I just don’t want him to get any ideas,” Kuwabara
grumped.
“Don’t worry. Hiei’s not interested in her like that.” Kurama’s smile grew a little, and the tip of his tongue ghosted briefly over his lips. “They’re just friends.”
Hallelujah.