Dirty Little Secret

Dirty Little Secret.

Summary: …”We’d make an odd pair, wouldn’t we?”… –Kagome/Kurama-

Disclaimer: I own neither Inuyasha, nor Yu Yu Hakusho, all rights go to their respective owners.

”I’ll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
my dirty little secret.”

-All American Rejects.

I saw him again today, in all his demonic glory coated with gentleness, fine hair blowing behind him, eyes so gentle, and yet they held a certain cruelty and wisdom no human would be able to comprehend.

No human like me, at least.

I had figured it out a while ago, his little secret no one else knew of. Of course, it was for an obvious reason.

He has his secrets, and I have mine.

My friend’s stepbrother is a demon, my friend from school, my friend who saves me from all sorts of academic trouble, my friend who hasn’t the slightest clue of what his own brother is. I don’t believe he is aware of my knowledge on the matter.

I won’t tell, because even I know what its like to have a secret that should not be told.

It’s been a year, I see my friend less and less, but then, that is partially my fault.

Whilst my friend’s brother disappears for periods at a time, I am gallivanting 500 years prior to my birth. Fighting demons whose very own hearts have minds of they’re own against they’re body.

It’s been a year since I’ve seen him.

Strangely, I’m not bothered too much about it.

Once more, I hoisted myself over the ledge of my sheltered well, and climbed out, only to find him sitting there with a knowing expression.

”My brother should be more aware of who he makes friends with”

”Your brother should be more aware of how he is family with” grinning slightly at his unsurprised expression.

”You knew all along” I accused gently, trying to squirm my way out of explaining anything.

”So did you” a small smile in return, and I couldn’t help but start laughing.

I stopped when I felt hands on my shoulder and something brush against my forehead and despite what he was, I felt safe.

”We’d make an odd pair, wouldn’t we?” He chuckled slightly against my head in agreement.

”I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine?” I bargained.

”Deal.”

A/N: This was sort of random, really, I was listening to the song and looking for decent kagkur fanfics, and I all I came by were stories where either character is eager to tell they’re stories, and completely out of character. I made this, because that was getting kind of old.