[A/N: It's taken forever for me to get this story posted, but it is here now! Will be posting every two weeks this time round because school and work and I don't want to run out of back logged chapters!]

Chapter One: This is Getting Good Now

It had gotten too comfortable. That should've been a sign that things were going to go to hell.

Nearly a month had passed since we'd stopped Emperor Pilaf from inadvertently destroying the universe in an attempt to take over the world, and since then things had been really close to normal and good.

Shiori was getting married in three weeks, so I was no longer staying with Kurama, and my room was going to be occupied by his step-brother. My parents (rather, my mother) was still convinced that I needed constant supervision to be in school in West City, so I'd been moved to stay with Bulma and Vegeta, which was awkward and fun considering I had to see Trunks every day.

But the obvious awkwardness you get of having to live with your ex-boyfriend aside, things were fine.

Hiei was there, almost every day. At the very least he was there when I fell asleep, and usually when I woke up. I didn't bug him about disappearing every once in a while, because I knew he'd come back. Because he said he would.

And that was normal.

But now that Sensui, Spirit World and the title of Spirit Detective was behind us, and the threat to the balance of the universe was behind us, things had gotten quiet and peaceful. We knew that somehow we'd all have to adjust to this new normal. And that wasn't easy.

I hated school, passionately, and was only really staying because I was still too young to drop out, and because I knew that even if I could my mother would be eternally disappointed.

So I went every day and did well enough to not fail because it was all I had the attention span for, but beyond high school, beyond all of this "normal" I had no idea where life was going. Despite being stuck without direction, Kuwabara had taken a liking to the normal, to the quiet. He'd buckled down, and starting to do well in school and was even thinking about college, which was great. Kurama seemed to be going in that direction as well, content to leave his life as a demon behind him.

Yusuke was not like that.

He'd gotten antsy, still wondering about his fight with Sensui, if he could produce that kind of power on his own. Wondering what life beyond being Spirit Detective meant.

It was impossible to tell what was on Hiei's mind most of the time, which was strange considering how much I talked to him now. I knew there was always going to be things that he kept to himself so, I didn't pry, even if I really, really wanted to. Especially since, despite being inside his own head, he almost seemed happy—or at least, content.

Happy, normal, confused, I was okay with how things were going.

Until that Monday.

"Behold, I am slightly above average!" I declared, showing Yukina my math test from the day before.

"B minus, good job," she said.

"No way you got a B. I barely scraped a C," Keigo said, taking my test away from me and examining it for himself.

"I did this thing called studying and, miraculously, it worked a little bit," I said.

"Did you just draw a picture of a stick figure guy shooting himself in the head for this answer?" Keigo asked pointing to one the questions.

"Triangle math is still stupid, okay," I said. "I still got a B minus. That's all that matters. I am solidly adequate."

"And a little bit weird," Keigo said.

"Yes, but you knew that already," I replied taking my test back.

"Speaking of weird," Keigo said, "who's that guy you're always with after school? Short, weird hair, wears all black."

"Oh, Hiei," Yukina said.

"You know the guy?" Keigo asked.

"Yukina knows all my peeps," I said with a nod.

"Well who is he? Is he like your new boyfriend or something?" Keigo asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Mostly he's just some dude who's cool to hang out with."

"Ichigo!" Keigo called out as he and Orihime walked into the classroom.

"What?" he asked sitting down at his desk.

"Did you know Kairi has a new boyfriend?" Keigo asked.

Ichigo looked over to me. "Is he talking about Hiei?" I nodded. "That's kind of old news."

"What? You're okay with this?" Keigo asked.

"Well, as it turns out, since we broke up, who Kairi is or isn't dating kind of has nothing to do with me so whether I care or not is kind of irrelevant," Ichigo said. "But since you're curious, no I don't care."

"How are you both so cool about this breaking up thing? It's totally weird," Keigo said.

"Sometimes when people break up because they feel like they're better off as friends, they kind of end up being friends. It's weird how that works out," I said.

"Oh, that never lasts," Keigo said.

"You're just mad because I was easily the dumbest person in this class when I transferred into this school, and I have surpassed you," I said. "Now you're the dumb one."

"I am not the dumb one!" Keigo declared.

"Yeah, you are," Ichigo said. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I fished it out and sighed.

"Yusuke still updating you on his trip?" Yukina asked.

I nodded.

Yusuke was on his way to visit Kuroko, the Spirit Detective before Sensui. She'd quit because she wanted to have a normal life, get married, have kids, and settled down away from the chaos of Spirit World. I was currently finding that life to be highly overrated. All the same, Yusuke was having even more trouble coping than I was, and Genkai felt it might help to have him talk to a Spirit Detective who had successfully gone on to have a normal life.

Unfortunately, Yusuke, apparently, had nothing else better to than to live text me to keep me updated on his journey.

-I think there's a dried vomit stain in the seat next to me.-

-Positive that is it vomit.-

-I think they had carrots. Always carrots.-

And that was just the train ride. Kuroko lived in a pretty remote area to keep herself hidden from any enemies that might seek her out, so Yusuke was having fun out in the middle of nowhere.

-Pretty sure I heard banjos when I got off the train.-

-Everyone here is inbred.-

-Remind me not to drink the water.-

It was like I was right there with him.

By the time lunch rolled around the texts had stopped and I assumed he was either out of cellphone range, or he had finally reached Kuroko. But then the texts started again.

-Almost killed some little kids.-

-Her children are monsters.-

-I need children that are also bodyguards.-

-I think I know what I want to do with my life-

I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about now.

"Kairi, put the phone away or you'll have to read the messages aloud," Ms. Ochi returning to the classroom.

My phone buzzed in my hand again. Another message from Yusuke.

"How much would you have to pay a child bodyguard?" I read aloud.

"What?" Ichigo asked.

"I have no idea, but I get the feeling Yusuke might be about to do something illegal," I said dropping my phone into my bag.

"Please find better friends," Ms. Ochi said.

888

After school most days, Hiei walked me home from school, but he was missing today. It wasn't unusual. I felt like it would probably be smothering for him to spend every minute of his free time with me. I knew I was happy for the space every once in a while.

I changed from my school clothes into more comfortable clothes and sat down to do homework. It always took an eternity for me to get through anything. School was so boring and lame, and I lacked the proper motivation. But at least I was getting the work done and at least I was going. It was more than I'd been doing with my life before.

I'd barely made a dent in when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened and Trunks peeped in.

"Hello, Kairi," he said. "I see your boyfriend's missing."

"He's not my boyfriend," I said. He was my boyfriend, it just felt weird to call him that, and I knew Hiei wouldn't like it either. I really had a knack for getting into relationships with people without clearly defining the terms of it. I assumed we were exclusive, or at the very least, Hiei expected exclusivity from me, and it wasn't as if there was anyone else for Hiei to be interested in.

"So what is he—just some guy you're sleeping with and hanging out with all the time?" Trunks asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I hate to break it to you, but he sounds like he's your boyfriend," Trunks said.

"Well maybe I just prefer not to use that terminology," I said.

"Or does he prefer not to use that terminology?" Trunks asked.

"Hey, Trunks, did you need something?" I asked.

"You're getting a bit defensive," Trunks said.

"And you're doing a lot to annoy me right now when you need me to do a favor for you," I said.

"Oh, right! So my parents are gone until tomorrow morning, and they left me with Bulla, but I need you to babysit for me tonight," Trunks said.

"And why would I do that?" I asked.

"Because I kind of want to go out tonight," he said.

"Uh huh, and what if I want to go out tonight?" I asked.

"Is your not-boyfriend taking you out on the town?" Trunks asked.

"Why don't you screw off?" I asked. "Have fun spending your evening with your baby sister."

"Look, I'm sorry," he said. "I'll give you 50 zeni," he said.

". . . Okay, I'll do it," I said. "Where you going?"

"Out," he said.

"Ooh, is it with a girl? Is she pretty?" I asked. "Do I know her? Does she go to Sariyaski? What class was she in?"

"Slow your roll," Trunks said, slightly irritated by questioning. "I am going on a date, with Maka from class 2A."

"I like Maka, I mean, she never gave me a reason to beat her up at least. Go nuts," I said. "I'll just grab Bulla, sit her down in front an electric socket and give her a fork. We'll see what happens."

"Good luck to any children that you ever produce," Trunks said.

"I'm absorbing all the luck you're wishing me and sending it right down to my ovaries," I said.

"You're so fucking weird," he said, going back to the door. "I'm gonna go get ready, and you. . ."

"Yes?" I asked.

". . . Be careful with that guy," he said.

"Hiei?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean. . . I know you like him a lot, and I guess you're really happy," Trunks said. I nodded. "But. . . He can't really just not be your boyfriend forever."

I sighed. "He's not-."

"I get that the whole idea of any kind of close relationship with anyone is probably really weird for him, so this. . . Whatever you two have going on is an adjustment for him," he said. "Eventually, you're going to want to be outside in the world with him. You can't just hide him in your room forever."

888

Trunks wasn't out very late so I was relieved of my babysitting duties around 10. I wanted to call it an early night, but also tried to get some homework done with my TV playing in the background. Usually I kept my TV on at night because it masked the sound of Hiei being in my room. I knew he wouldn't be here tonight, or he would've been here already, but I kept it on anyway, listening to the sound of the conversation on TV and the laugh track in the background. I knew I shouldn't have gotten accustomed to him being with me all of the time, but even just being in this room, listening to the TV made me feel like he was supposed to be there with me.

I wasn't positive when I'd fallen asleep, but I was woken up by a cool breeze from my window. I saw Hiei entering my room. I immediately sat up.

"You're here," I said.

"I usually am," he said, closing the window. "You're still up?"

"I fell asleep at my desk," I said getting to my feet. "Being studious is tiring. Where've you been?"

"Busy," he said. I pouted at him. "Don't give me that look.

"Don't feed me that line," I retorted. I hopped up and sat on my desk, and stretched. "I never know what you're getting up to when you're not here. You could be courting a whole harem of other human girls and I'd never know."

"I can barely put up with you, as if there'd be someone else," he scoffed. I smiled. "Try not to be so smug."

"I can't help it. You're easily the most arrogant person I know. You've rubbed off on me. You're a bad influence," I said.

"Am I?" he asked. He walked over to me and placed his hands on the desk on either side of me. "Is that an issue?"

I shook my head. "Unless you think my new found arrogance will be an issue."

"I have some news for you, Detective; you were arrogant long before you met me," he said. He grabbed hold of my hips and gently slid me to the edge of the desk. "And you'll always be arrogant."

"Yeah, well so will you," I said. "It's like the pot calling the kettle black."

"I'm infinitely more self-aware than you," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that's why it took you almost six months to admit you liked me, because you're so self-aware."

Hiei rolled his eyes. "It'd be in your best interest to stop talking right now."

"Oh, really?" I asked. "What do I get if I stop talking?"

"How about you find out?" Hiei said, putting a finger to her lips. "I promise it'll be worth your while."

I went to speak but he shushed me. I nodded and he pulled his hand away and kissed me. His hands were on my hips again. My fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt just to pull him closer.

My life was in a strange, shifting place right now. I didn't know exactly where my life was going or what I was supposed to do, but right now, Hiei was here. I liked when he was here. It wasn't just when his lips were against mine or his hands were on my waists—not that I wasn't thoroughly enjoying it now. But I liked him just being around.

His hand caressed my inner thigh and traveled up my leg. He pulled his lips away from mine.

"I just remembered you said you wanted to sleep," he said.

"I can sleep later," I said. I leaned back to his lips, unwilling to be away from him. Hiei hooked his fingers through my panties. I raised my hips slightly and he pulled them down my waist. He tossed them aside. His hands came back between my legs and he started to stroke my slit.

Hiei's hands were magic—between my legs, in my hair, on my back, linked with mine. It didn't matter. I loved his hands.

"Please don't stop," I whispered to him.

"I'll do you one better," he said. He kissed me once more before pulling away. He dipped himself between my legs. I bit at my bottom lip to try to keep from making a noise, being that I did share a wall with Trunks.

One of my hands found its way into Hiei's hair, and the other I used to steady myself on my desk, accidentally knocking one my notebooks to the ground as I did. I could hardly be bothered by it right now. I was trying so hard to stay quiet, and Hiei wasn't making it easy. He was determined and relentless, and I was easy.

I was cumming before I even knew what was happening, holding fast to my desk. His hand stayed between my legs even as he brought his lips back to mine. Once again, he pulled me to the edge of desk. I had barely come down from his first assault on my body—I wasn't sure if I was being punished or rewarded for something, but he seemed determined to torture me.

This time, his movements were agonizingly slow. Each thrust was slow and deep, pushing me slowly to my climax. My body was aching for a second release. The pressure was building up inside of me more and more. I felt like I might explode.

I moved my lips away from his and moved them to his collar bone, scraping my teeth over it. Hiei responded by finally giving in and picked up his pace, but not enough to give me the release I was so close and yet so far from.

"Please. . . Hiei." I'd been reduced to begging, just like I knew he wanted.

"What, Detective?" slamming into me harder. I was so close now.

"I'm gonna. . . I'm—I'm. . . I'm gonna," I panted.

"You're gonna what," Hiei urged me, his movements intensifying now. I knew he was close too. "Tell me."

I let out a moan, clinging to him tightly, ignoring his demand.

"Tell me," he repeated. Hiei's expectations of me were too high, always expecting me to be coherent while he was torturing me. He kissed his way down to my neck to that spot just beneath my ear. I clung to him tightly. He started to scrape his teeth over my skin, before biting down.

I almost went over the edge, but instead my body continued to stave it off. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Hiei whispered into my ear. He slammed into me harder and I let out a small whimper. I wanted it so bad, and I was close I could taste it. It was maddening.

"Cum for me, Kairi." My name rolled of his lips into my ear, and finally the dam broke.

Even as I was writhing in his arms, he was still slamming into me. His thumb was circling my clit. I buried my face in his shoulder. I could scream. I couldn't come down, but I felt like I was on the brink of another climax, only more powerful.

"Hiei, please," I pleaded, not sure if I wanted him to keep going or to stop. But it didn't matter because my body went over that next peak. I muffled the sound of a scream into his shoulder as I came with an unexpected gush of liquid from between my legs.

I couldn't take anymore, and thankfully Hiei found his climax moments later and his torture ended.

He pushed his fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"You're trembling," he said. I was aware of that, still panting into his shoulder, still coming down. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Just give me a minute." He rubbed my back slowly and I loosened my grip on him. "Did I ever tell you that you're amazing?"

"Well, based on the way you were screaming my name, I got some idea," he said.

"I want to yell at you for being a tool, but I don't think your confidence is misplaced at the moment," I said.

"I think you made a mess, Detective," he said. I chuckled. "You're always full of surprises."

"I'm just glad we weren't on the bed," I said. I finally lifted my head from his shoulder and he kissed me, before running his fingers through my hair again.

We redressed and relocated back to my bed.

"So if I ask you where you were again, would you just distract me again?" I asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about," he said stroking my back.

So there was something, but not anything I needed to worry about, and that obviously made me concerned.

"You know you can tell me things, right?" I asked. "Like, if something's bothering you or if you're upset about something. . . You can talk to me. I mean, like. . ."

"What?" he asked.

"I mean that. . ." I started tracing circles on his chest, "I know whatever this is between us, is some kind of weird, ill defined, relationship, but as weird as it is, it's still a relationship. And I tell you everything because I trust you completely. And I know you don't tell me everything and I've accepted that, but if something's wrong or something's bothering you, you should be able to tell me. You should be able to trust me that much right?"

". . . Okay," he said.

"So. . . What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said. I groaned. "Don't worry about it." I drummed my fingers impatiently on his chest. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Honesty would be nice," I said.

"Later," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Don't be so annoyed."

"I can't help it when you're being so annoying," I said moving lay down beside him again. "You have completely missed the entire point of the conversation, although that's mostly just a testament to your poor communication skills. It's kind of unfair."

"Why is it unfair?" he asked.

"Because you're here, sleeping in my room, and you do almost every night, which I really like, and I have sex with you almost every night, which I also really, really enjoy," I said.

"And there's a problem with this?" he asked.

"I don't know if I made this clear when all this started with us, but um, there has to be more than a physical aspect to this weird, ill defined relationship we have. And while I understand that emotions and stuff are not your strong spot, but you have to give me something otherwise it's just. . ."

"Me using you for your body?" he asked.

"To be blunt," I said.

"Well what do you want?" he asked.

"Aside from better communication," I said.

"Yes. What else do you want?" he asked.

"I want to have a relationship outside of this room," I said.

"Okay," he said.

"Okay?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Okay. What do you want to do?" he asked.

I sat up and looked over to him. "You're really okay with this?" I asked. "Like if I said that tomorrow after school when I'm done with my math tutoring with Ichigo, that I wanted to go see a movie with you. . . You would do it?"

"Yes," he said.

"Holy shit you're serious," I said. I laid back down. "Are you sure you're okay? Were you, like, severely injured? Did you get hit upside the head or something?"

"No. I'm fine," he said. "Why?"

"Because you're being weird. . . You're being nice, nay, you're being reasonable and you are never reasonable about these kinds of things," I said. "You never wanted to do these kinds of things and now you're all. . . I don't know. It's just suspicious is all." I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Why is it suspicious?" he asked.

"Because you're not in the habit of catering to my emotional needs," I said.

"Yes I am," he said.

"I can't believe you admitted that out loud," I said. "And I'm assuming that if I ever tell anyone you said that I'll be murdered."

"Goes without saying," he said. I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"You're really just. . . You're great. I think you're great," I said.

"Great?" he asked.

"I can't think of a different word," I said. I could actually think of a different word—I had thought of a different word. But it was a dangerous word, one that made me panic—one that would definitely make Hiei panic.

So I kept it to myself and instead just snuggled closer to him.

". . . Are you happy?" he asked me.

"Am I happy?" I asked. He nodded. "You mean right now, or in general?"

"Don't make this difficult," he said.

I nodded. "Everything's been kind of weird since we closed the tunnel, but the past few weeks, despite the lack of any Spirit World designated responsibility I have been happy. Like, things weren't really making sense before and they're still kind of weird now, but. . . I know I'm happy with you. . . I know this makes sense."

"Does it?" he asked.

"I wouldn't have said so otherwise," I said. "I really am happy with how things are right now. . . I'm really happy you're here."

Hiei nodded again, pushing my hair back from my face. I could see a thought swirling around in his brain, as I often did, but I didn't expect him to verbalize it.

"Detective. . ." he started.

"What?" I asked.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then he faltered.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Just go to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow."