Kurama is understanding.

They don't share many words – they don't need to. If there is anyone who understands the totality of Hiei, it is Kurama. The Forbidden Child and the perfect student have more in common than most think. Thieves, outlaws, half-breeds, hated and feared, they have tasted the thrill of freedom and the addiction of power; they know what it is to live by no rule but the sword, to run wild and run alone. But Hiei's solitude was enforced, not sought, and his fiery confidence is shallower than most imagine. His pride does not permit him to seek others out; his vulnerability does not allow others to help him. So he takes comfort on a windowsill and tastes acceptance in food sneaked out from under a mother's eye; so he can feel the closest to tranquillity in silence and sparring and gentle, pointed mockery. They don't discuss mothers, childhood, family, home or dead partners; take pleasure in being uncomplicated. It is soothing to be away from the grinding circle of his past, to simply be, in some strange alternate dimension they create in which they are completely normal.

A/N: Cookies Kaori Minamino and BubblyFerryGirl for getting the Kurama and Yukina drabbles right! This is the last, as far as I know; thanks to my reviewers. You've been great, all of you.