A.N.: My procrastination has caused this story to not even be a valid birthday-fic anymore. So, I hope you enjoy your gift-fic, Mocha. I tried my best.

You have every right to kill me for taking so long…

Small note: I don’t use Youko for Kurama since it isn’t really his name, but just a title. I use Kurama for his name whether he is human or a fox spirit. Also, I would like to know if anyone besides me noticed this: when Yusuke and Kurama refer to “that time”, does it sound as if they’re talking about menstruation? It’s just a thought…

Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply.

Warnings: AU; yaoi; mischief; usage of tobacco; very, very slight Mary-Sue bashing; very, very slight OOC

Pairings: KuramaxHiei

Moonstruck

“Minamino?”

“Zzzzz…”

“MINAMINO!!”

Minamino Shuuichi awoke with a start, his head shooting up from his desk. He blinked at seeing only white, and then realized a piece of paper was plastered to his face. “Yes, sir?” Shuuichi mumbled once he removed the paper obstructing his view, and blinked drowsily at his boss.

Brown eyes rolled as their owner snickered. “Heh, don’t get too formal, Kurama,” his coworker replied, addressing his friend with his more preferable nickname.

Kurama blinked; he then sighed, recognizing the black hair combed back with gel, and started getting some papers in order. “Afternoon, Yusuke…”

“Has someone told you yet that lately, you look older? I can even see some traces of crow’s feet near your eyes,” His companion replied, and skillfully avoided the paperweight that was sent flying at him a moment later.

“Stress can do that to you. And I do not look older,” Kurama snapped as he got his desk more organized as it usually would be. Kurama sighed, and leaned his elbow on his desk while he regarded Yusuke with a tired stare. “What do you want, Yusuke?” He asked, his face showing almost pure exasperation.

“Heh, you’re lucky I woke you up. If I were really your boss, and I found you sleeping, you would have been fired; no questions asked,” Yusuke replied, and sat in one of the spare chairs. “Anyway, your new secretary is coming in today.”

Kurama blinked for a moment, and his face seemed to glow in unmistakable bliss. “Really?”

“Yup. So you can feel better at knowing that these are the last working hours of your worshiper,” Yusuke spoke. He then snickered as the door opened, and a flash of pink shot at Kurama, tackling the poor redhead the floor. “Speak of the devil…”

“Oh, Minamino!! I don’t know how you’ll bear without me being your secretary!” The woman cried as she deprived Kurama of all oxygen.

“I think… I’ll manage…” Kurama gasped out, and gestured to Yusuke to remove the leech-like girl.

Yusuke coughed, failing miserably to hide his laughing; nonetheless, he pried her off, and promptly kicked her out of the room; literally.

“I’LL MISS YOU, MINAMINO!!!!”

Kurama’s reply was to slam the door shut.

“So… you haven’t gotten laid lately, have you?”

“Yusuke, I don’t need you to broadcast my sex life.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help! Heh… maybe your new secretary won’t be a psycho…”

“Yusuke, relationships with colleagues, or superiors, is strictly prohibited.”

“Pft, you’re such a goody-goody,” Yusuke snorted, and threw another paper ball into Kurama’s wastebasket.

Kurama raised an eyebrow, taking his eyes off of his work for a moment, “Don’t you have any paperwork to get to?”

Yusuke shrugged, and aimed for another clean shot. “I’ll do that later. Right now, I’m thinking about my own love life.”

“Having trouble yourself?” Kurama questioned as he quickly scribbled figures with his pen.

“Hell no! In fact, I’ve got a date tonight; good looking girl, but a little on the abusive side,” Yusuke muttered. “We’ve been going out for a few weeks now.”

“Believe me, I’m thrilled for you,” Kurama said, sarcasm dripping from each word. He stuffed the last of his papers into his briefcase, and breathed in joy as he leaned back in his chair.

“Leaving early?” his friend questioned while balancing a pencil on his nose.

“Yes,” Kurama responded while giving Yusuke an odd look. “As soon as I meet my new secretary, I’m just going to head home and get drunk.”

“Been doing that a lot, haven’t you? I swear, I never should have given you your first beer in high school,” Yusuke snickered, and crossed his legs. “Is it time yet?”

“Yeah. It has a more regular cycle now, so it should be happening sometime this week. Perhaps in a few days,” Kurama said, and sat back in his chair. “What about you?”

“I think it’ll hit when yours does. You know, we should really raise hell when it does. No one would know it was us,” Yusuke said, and grinned widely.

Kurama rolled his eyes, and then was a little startled when a voice sounded from the small speaker on his phone.

“Minamino, your new secretary is here.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there in a moment,” the redhead replied, and stood up. He straightened his tie, and combed his red locks with his fingers a few times before he looked at Yusuke. “How do I look?”

“Same as always,” Yusuke replied, and stood up.

“Let’s get this over with…” Kurama spoke, and walked out of his office, tailed by Yusuke. “I’m heading back to my office to pack up, and get out of here,” Yusuke said, and walked off to do said task.

“I’ll talk to you later then,” Kurama replied, and headed off to where his new employee would be.

When Kurama neared the now cleared desk of his old secretary, he glanced around, searching for the replacement. He frowned when he didn’t spot anyone, but then noticed a short figure peering outside from the window near the entrance doors.

“Excuse me,” Kurama spoke once he walked up to the unfamiliar person, and tapped him on the shoulder.

Kurama pulled back once the stranger turned around swiftly, and regarded him with an annoyed look. “What?” He snapped, and eyed the redhead suspiciously.

“Uhh…” For a moment, Kurama’s brain seemed to have died. He hadn’t expected a response like that, but more so, he hadn’t expected the visitor to be so… well, hot. Ahem, attractive. Yes, we must remember our “office talk”, right, Kurama?

“Are you going to stare at me all day?”

Kurama shook his head, effectively snapping back to reality. The redhead chuckled, “Sorry about that. I was going to ask you if you’ve seen a woman waiting around here. I’m expecting someone to be filling in the position of my secretary.”

The teenager flushed a light pink. However, his embarrassment quickly became anger when he shot the taller a deep glare, and seemed to be insulted. “Who the hell says a secretary has to be a woman?! I’m the one who applied for the job!”

A slight feeling of stupidity washed over Kurama, and the redhead sweatdropped. “I… didn’t mean it like that…” He said, and bowed in apology. “Sorry… So, you’re the secretary… Well, to be honest, I’m actually glad you’re not a woman…” The redhead chuckled nervously as the nameless one gave him a deep look of pure hatred.

Well, things had gotten off to a rocky start.

“So… Pretty much you just manage my calls and schedule … and do some paperwork.”

“…That’s it? For what I’m getting paid, I should have done this kind of stuff a long time ago.”

“It’s not that easy, considering how hectic my schedule is at times…”

“Whatever… Just one question before I start…”

“What, Hiei?”

“Do I really have to wear a tie?” Hiei uttered in disgust as he picked at the piece of his wardrobe. “I don’t like to have anything choking me…”

“Yes, you have to wear it. It gives a good impression of the company,” Kurama replied as Hiei sat at the desk. “Anything else?”

“No… This job is pathetically simple,” Hiei replied shortly.

“Right… Well, if you have any questions, just ask me,” Kurama informed him.

“Whatever.”

“Also, I get in every morning at half past eight. I expect coffee on my desk, before I go into my office; black with three sugars.”

Hiei gave Kurama a shocked look for a moment, then glared. “Get your own damn coffee; I’m not your maid.”

“If you don’t like it, then get another job.”

“Mutter mutter…” Hiei muttered, and shot Kurama a poisonous glare. Hiei could not stand that smirking, arrogant, superior, damned redhead.

Said redhead only replied with a charming smile, one that sent nerves bursting in Hiei’s head as he held back the urge to pummel that beautiful face to pulp.

“I hope you enjoy working here,” his superior said, and walked off to his office.

Hiei watched Kurama go into his office with a sour face, and once the door shut, he sat back in his chair. Suddenly, an evil grin came to his face, and he looked at the closed door with a smirk.

Within the comfort of his office, Kurama sneezed.

Kurama heaved a deep sigh when he walked into his office the next morning. Between tons of paperwork having to be done last night, and his hour long drive through traffic, he was ready to just pass out. He walked over to his desk, and slumped into his chair.

Once he was comfortably situated, he set his briefcase on his desk. His hand wandered aimlessly, searching for an expected, warm mug of the caffeine-laced drink he needed. He blinked when his fingers touched nothing, and looked up. As he suspected, there was no cup of hot coffee waiting, and his face showed exasperation.

Pressing the button that would direct the phone to Hiei’s speaker, Kurama spoke into the microphone, “Hiei?”

“What?” was the snapped reply, and Kurama’s eye twitched in aggravation.

“Where’s the coffee?”

“Oh… Well, give me a moment, and I’ll get it,” was Hiei’s reply, and Kurama’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Just then, his office door swung open, and there stood Hiei in the doorway, a smirk on his mouth.

Kurama was a little suspicious at the other’s smirk as Hiei walked over to his desk with the steaming mug in hand.

“Here’s your coffee, sir,” Hiei spoke with disdain, and once he reached Kurama’s desk, he turned over the mug…

…pouring the hot drink into Kurama’s lap.

Needless to say, every one of Kurama’s colleagues heard his cry of pain.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I’m going to fire him, and then I’ll kill him,” Kurama muttered as he stiffly sat in his chair since certain areas below the waist were in pain. Kurama shot the snickering Yusuke a dirty look, but that didn’t make the young man’s laughing die down.

“Heh, and you thought that psycho fangirl of yours was bad,” Yusuke said, and grinned. “Now, you’ve got a violent guy that hates your guts.”

“Yusuke, shut up,” Kurama snapped, and massaged his temples as he felt a migraine headed his way. As if that wasn’t enough of a stressor, Kurama’s eye then began to twitch violently as Hiei walked into his office.

No anger, but no appreciation either, was shown in Hiei’s expression. Just his usual bored look graced his face, and he tossed a pocket folder onto Kurama’s desk, along with some pink slips held together with a paper clip.

“Those are the copies of bills that were faxed this morning, and the pink slips are meetings you have this week,” Hiei informed him shortly, and glanced at Yusuke suspiciously.

“Urameshi Yusuke,” Yusuke introduced himself, and grabbed Hiei’s hand and shook it firmly. Hiei gave the taller a short look; he pulled away, and left the office, making sure to slam the door behind him.

“Eh, he’s not so bad,” Yusuke spoke, and sat back in the chair in front of Kurama’s desk.

“You’re not the one who had coffee poured onto your lap,” Kurama said, and sighed deeply. He glanced at the calendar, and let out a groan as he slunk into his chair.

“That time, huh? Yeah, I’m getting it tonight, too,” Yusuke clarified, and crossed his arms. “You had better give me a better haircut than last time!!”

Kurama sweatdropped, “Give me a break… I was tired, so the scissors slipped…”

“Yeah well, I pretty much had a bald spot until the next full moon came around… Good thing I cut it myself when it was over,” Yusuke muttered.

“Right…” The redhead said, and stood up to stretch out. He opened his briefcase, and quickly, however neatly, tossed papers and writing utensils into the case. “Well, I think I’m going to head home. I don’t want to risk transforming at work,” Kurama spoke, and once he had packed away the necessary items, he snapped the briefcase shut.

“Always cautious…” Yusuke said, and stood up himself. “Eh, still, you’re right. I’m kind of beat anyway.”

“Hm. Well, I suppose I’ll see you… Saturday is it? That is, you are taking Friday off, right?” Kurama inquired his friend as they left his office.

“Nah. If I’m decent, I’ll actually pass by to get some stuff done. I kind of let some things pile up, if you know what I mean…” Yusuke replied sheepishly, and sweatdropped as the two spotted the visible stack of papers within a distant cubicle.

“You get to that work then…” Kurama said, and shook his head, sighing. The two headed to the lobby, and they found Hiei spinning around in the desk chair in boredom.

“Could you stop that, and act like a professional?” Kurama asked his secretary, and crossed his arms once Hiei stopped, and faced Kurama.

“Is there anything else your majesty?” Hiei snapped, and shot his superior a less than appreciative look.

Kurama set his briefcase on the desk, and leaned in to regard the young man with an aggravated face.

“I don’t know where you worked before, but it’s apparent that their standards aren’t up to the ones I’m expecting. Especially the ones on conduct,” the redhead spoke firmly, and was not pleased when he saw that Hiei had taken no threat to Kurama’s tone of voice.

“Just go home and get your work done, Mr. Minamino,” Hiei replied, still keeping a bored look on his face.

Ignoring the feeling of nerves exploding in his head, Kurama merely forced a twisted smile to his secretary. “Well… have a nice… evening…” the redhead muttered stiffly, and was dragged out by Yusuke before he could commit any form of murder.

With some amusement, Hiei watched as the two disappeared from view. He glanced at the clock, and noted with pleasure that his shift for the day was finally over. He stood and grabbed his bag, ready to head home. However, he stopped, and spotted an unfamiliar item on his desk:

Kurama’s briefcase.

Hiei eyed the luggage with some suspicion, but quickly decided that Kurama must have honestly forgotten it. His lips twisted into a reluctant pout as he desperately fought his conscience’s nagging voice.

“Agh…” Hiei sighed in aggravation as the accursed voice of reason finally made him cave in, and he grabbed Kurama’s briefcase. After another ten minutes, half spent on looking up Kurama’s address in the company directory, Hiei headed out to return the bag to someone he had been planning to not see until Saturday.

A beam of moonlight was the source of light in Kurama’s room, and the owner was lying in his bed. A deep sigh sounded as the time drew nearer, and little by little, the moon slowly slid into place.

The redhead put out the cigarette he had been smoking for comfort, quickly smashing the lit ashes into the ashtray. Kurama sat up, and stretched out. He glanced at the night sky through his paned window, and a slight wince came to his features.

He sighed again, and stood up as he eyed the beams of moonlight. “Let’s get this over with…” he murmured, and shut his eyes just as the moon reached its full phase.

Coincidentally, just as a slivery breeze swept into the room and engulfed Kurama, the doorbell sounded.

Hiei could take it no longer, and began to pound on the door. Of course, he had only rung the doorbell once; still, this verifies his very low amount of patience.

Finally, just as Hiei was about to just toss the briefcase out a window, the door opened.

“About time,” he muttered, and glanced up, expecting to meet shimmering emerald eyes and scarlet hair.

Instead, crimson eyes met gold, and Hiei was thrown into an instant state of perplexity. Obviously, Kurama liked to hang out with freaks. First off, the man was freakishly tall; probably about a good seven feet. Next, he had white hair; well, perhaps it was silver, and it was extremely long. His eyes were the oddest, vibrant shade of gold; somewhere between copper and butter yellow. However, the icing on the cake were the appendages located atop his head.

White, fox ears.

O—kay…

Hiei observed the stranger with a quizzical face. Yet, despite this man’s peculiarity, Hiei could not deny that he was attractive. But that was beside the point.

“Is Minamino here?” Hiei inquired, and tried to sneak a peek into his superior’s apartment.

The taller let out a deep chuckle, one that sent shivers up Hiei’s spine. The narrow, golden eyes slid open to look at Hiei, and a miniscule smirk came to his mouth. “I’m afraid Minamino isn’t here right now.”

Hiei eyed the unfamiliar person suspiciously. “Then… I’ll just pass by tomorrow…” he replied, and started to leave.

“Minamino isn’t here,” the man reiterated, and the smirk upon his mouth grew a little. “But Kurama is.”

Hiei paused, and glanced back at the silver-haired man, “Kurama? Who’s that?”

The stranger let out another chuckle and grabbed Hiei’s arm faster than the shorter could see. “Perhaps we can meet… formally,” He stated, and kept a firm grip even as Hiei tried to break away.

“Let go of me!!” Hiei shouted, and his eyes widened as the taller began to drag him into the apartment. “AGH!! LET ME GO!!!! STOOOOOP!!”

The man ignored Hiei’s yells, and shut the door. The click of the lock sounded; after all, who would waste such a chance? Kurama certainly never got such visitors every full moon.

Morning came, and as after every transformation, Kurama experienced a wonderful headache the size of Texas. Groaning, the redhead sat up in bed, and blinked away the remnants of sleep. Based on his morning routine, Kurama reached into the drawer of his night table, and pulled out a pair of boxers which he quickly put on.

He massaged his temples, and was thankful that he had decided to take the day off. Inhaling deeply, Kurama’s hand blindly reached towards his night table. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a blue lighter.

He selected a cigarette, lit it, and breathed in a long smoke. As he was exhaling, and his eyes roamed around his room, Kurama began to cough furiously. Oh no, it wasn’t the smoke or the beginning affects of lung cancer; the cause of Kurama being unable to breathe happened to be the person lying beside him in his bed.

Hiei. His secretary. In his bed.

Those three very short, incomplete sentences described Kurama’s unfavorable predicament. As soon as the redhead regained the capability to inhale oxygen, he expressed his surprise rather loudly.

“WHAT THE HELL??!”

“Keep it down, damn you!” Hiei exclaimed when the full force of Kurama’s outburst rattled his eardrums. However, Hiei himself froze in place; he turned around slowly, and he had an equally deafening reply to Kurama’s inquiry.

“What are YOU doing here??!” Hiei shouted, and moved away from Kurama as far as possible without falling onto the floor. He made sure to keep the comforter so as to shield his lower regions.

“This is my apartment!” Kurama responded, and quickly searched his mind for any recollection of the prior night. When he found that he had no memory of the evening until morning, Kurama quickly put two and two together.

“Oh, god…” Kurama muttered, and sat on his bed, face in his hands. Of course, it was logical that he wouldn’t remember the night before. Whenever he underwent his monthly transformation, he retained no memories of what his alternate nature did or thought. The only clue he did have of what his other aspect was like was that he was uncontrollably mischievous. Kurama drew up that assumption by the aftermath he witnessed his other “side” left.

While Hiei muttered some random phrases as he pulled on his pants, one statement being “I should have just stuck with being a waiter”, Kurama distantly thought that things couldn’t get worse than they already were.

“Hey, Kurama, I really have a mane this time, and there’s no way I can go to work like this. Think you could help… me out…?”

Yusuke trailed off in mid-request as he walked in, and dropped the lock of waist-length hair he was holding. For a time, he could only stare at the two of his colleagues in shock. His brown eyes then turned to regard Kurama, and Yusuke chuckled nervously.

“Geeze Kurama… You really take things literally. I didn’t really mean it when I said you should sleep with your secretary.”

Before that bomb would explode, and more questions would rise, Kurama faintly wished that he had a pistol in his night table drawer. He yearned for such a thing because at that moment, he would surely use it on himself.

A.N.: I personally think it has a stupid ending, and I originally planned for it to end with Yusuke’s last sentence. At any rate, comments and criticism, please. I hope you liked the story, Mocha; same goes for any other readers. Please review!