Stereotypes
By: Sanguine Fox
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, or any of the characters in the show... it's just a sad fact of life.
Warnings: Well, obviously there's some BL, Yaoi, but not too much just yet, this chapters got a bit of language in it.
Umm... Hope you like it!
Chapter 1: A Captain's Glory
The game had been over since halftime with cheerleaders creating pyramids and doing half splits to distract the spectators from the fact that the football players were absolutely disgusting looking as they drenched themselves in watered down Gatorade. As soon as the short skirts had flitted off the main stage of the centerfield, the surprisingly short football captain took to the field with the rest of his team. They all huddled together to decide on their course of action.
"Hn," Hiei nodded to the rest of the team, and grunted a command before they broke apart to line up. The ball was theirs and they were going to be trying out one of Hiei's new plays, "Blind eye." He loved this plan, it meant that he would be able to throw the ball as hard as possible while leading the other team closer to their own goal. Due to his height he wouldn't really be able to see over the other football players, hence the name, as given by Yusuke.
"Hut!" Hiei shouted before Yusuke tossed the ball back to him and he ran further back with the other team quickly following after while the rest of the home team ran for the goal to catch Hiei's blind throw. He liked there being no true skill needed, the pure rush of strength he had to put behind the ball as he lobbed it an unknown amount of yards.
"Yay! Yeah!" shouts would fill the bleachers as yet another touchdown was scored for the home team. The bleachers were only half full due to the freezing weather of the surprisingly cold autumn. It was rather sad to have so few spectators with such an amazing score of 42 to 12. Finally the coaches from both teams agreed to call the game early due to the cold and that it seemed about to rain.
The short captain of the Dragons was suddenly thrown over one of the tallest members of the football team, and was practically danced around.
"Put me down, you giant buffoon," Hiei demanded, his deep voice growling around the mouth guard.
"Aw, come on, Hiei," another player came up as he was pulling off his sweat filled helmet to reveal the greasy hair that would be slicked back if it hadn't been for the necessary headgear, "you pretty much won the game single handedly. All we had to do was catch a ball."
"Hn, get me off this moron's shoulder right now," he demanded gruffly, but it was hard to do when he kept being jumped up and down.
"Be careful, Hiei, your girlfriend's watching us," the teenager laughed at the quickly temper loosing friend.
The team captain practically snarled, "How many times do I have to tell you that that bitch is not my girlfriend."
"Not that one," Yusuke smirked, pointing toward the large windows of the school's library. A familiar, lithe form was just discernible from the field.
"Oh…" Hiei trailed off slightly and he felt a small smile pull at his lips as he noticed who Yusuke was referring to as Kuwabara finally put him down. That one stupid night with the boys and lots of beer had made his tongue rather loose, and he spilled his crush on the beautiful and popular student.
Kurama… that was the boy's name… he was beautiful and absolutely perfect in every way. He was a straight 'A' student, class president for all four years, captain of the track team, and voted prom king for both the junior and senior prom even though he was a freshman. One problem with Hiei's crush was that they had never talked after the first time that they met when they crashed into one another in the hallway within the first few days of Hiei's transfer.
He could remember it like it was only yesterday, it had been the first good thing to happen to him. The beautiful redhead hadn't been paying attention and neither had he when the two toppled to the ground.
"I'm so sorry," the soft alto voice said against his ear, and Hiei felt his stomach start to flip flop against the rest of his innards, twisting tightly about his intestines. At first he thought that he had become sick, but his face started to heat up and he could tell that his cheeks had just turned bright red. The emerald green eyes stared down at him in utter surprise, "Are you okay?"
"Y… Hn," Hiei had tried to recover himself as the much taller boy stood up and offered his hand. Looking at the long, pale fingers Hiei shook his head and got up on his own.
"Are you a freshman?"
"Sophomore," he grumbled out, trying hard not to notice how the drab painting of the school halls brought out the taller teen's ruby hair and bright green eyes.
"Oh? I didn't know we took transfers, I don't remember you. Wait, are you the transfer student from the school on Elmore Ave? You're here for the football team, right?"
"Hn." Hiei could just manage to stare at the redheaded youth.
"My name is Shuuichi Minamino, but I'd prefer Kurama."
"Hn," the spiky haired youth nodded.
"Um… this is when you introduce yourself."
"…Hiei…"
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Hiei. I hope you do well here. Our football team could definitely use your help if you're anywhere near as good as they say you are. If you need help with anything, please, feel free to ask me for anything."
All Hiei could do was nod like the idiot he felt he was the second the redhead disappeared.
The next major memory that he had about the pretty boy was after the football team had won the last game of the season, and he had a little too much to drink.
"So, dude…" the great buffoon laughed loudly as he nearly fell out of his chair, "how… how did you know that… that, that you were… you were…you like boys?"
"I don't like boys," his tongue was loosened by the last few shots of vodka, "I like Kurama," a small, but evil chuckle made its way from Hiei's throat.
Yusuke had just fallen to the floor in a serious fit of laughter at Hiei's feet when Hiei turned a bright red, the alcohol obviously going to his head. "Kurama and Hiei sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g! First, comes love, then comes sex, then comes someone with a something or other…" he drowned out near the end, but his laughter remained loud and obnoxious.
The giant orange haired teenager laughed even harder as he watched a drunken Hiei beat the shit out of the even drunker Yusuke.
"Yo! Hiei!" the raven haired teen shook his football captain, "You alright, man, you been staring at the window for five minutes. Kurama's already gone."
Shaking his head clear, Hiei huffed and headed to the locker room after his teammates.
Hiei practically snarled when he heard the news from his history teacher, "You're kidding me right?"
"Have you ever known me to kid, Mr. Jaganshi?" one of the few people shorter than Hiei in the school glared at him.
"Come on, Granny Genkai," Yusuke said loudly, as usual, "you know if Hiei doesn't keep up his 'C' average he won't be allowed to play football
"You think that I actually care about your ability to play football?" the teacher who would more than likely hit them if they weren't in school, "And you should be worrying about yourself a bit more, Mr. Urameshi, you happen to also be on the cusp of failing the class."
"Heh-heh, gotta go," Yusuke scratched the back of his head as he made a large step towards the door, but the shorter woman suddenly pulled on the back of his shirt and he fell backwards, hard on his ass.
"Don't even think about it. I have decided that you both need tutoring, but since neither of you ever listen to me, and let things sink into those thick skulls of yours, I've decided to get student tutors for the both of you. Now, I have planned for the two of you to have help from a couple of my best students."
"What! We have to get lectured by people our own age now? What makes you think I'm going to listen to some nerdy little wuss?"
"No, I intend that Miss Keiko Yukimura help you with your…"
"Oh, no!" he looked over at the brunette that was entering the room with a smug smile.
"Come along, Yusuke," she immediately grabbed the taller boy by the ear and pulled him out the door, "we're going to study, and if you don't pay attention…"
Hiei winced slightly, he knew whatever Keiko would say would be deadly, and had no interest in hearing the usually empty threats.
"As for you, Hiei," Genkai turned to her only student that she didn't have to crane her neck to look at, "You…"
"I don't have a girlfriend for you to threaten me with into studying for you damn tests."
"Yes, that's true, so I've had to turn to my best student to ask a favor he should be here in a few minutes if you'll sit down, and I'll explain the paper that you can write to make up for the last three tests, I believe it is, that you failed."
"Four," Hiei corrected, slumping into the closest desk, and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long day. He had been called up to talk to his history teacher before, but it was usually just a warning. She wasn't all that bad. Pretty cool actually. She knew more about what was going on in her surrounding than a teacher probably should though. Hiei was proven by the next two minutes.
With the click of the classroom door, Hiei was brought the sight of the boy who had caused him quite a bit of misery and elation over the past couple years. It was glorious to view the tall beauty as he entered in that normal elegant stride that always made him seem superior to everyone around him without making him seem full of himself. Hiei had to take in a slow deep breath, he gad been daydreaming of the moment where he could seduce, or really be seduced by the breathtaking beauty.
"Ah, Shuuichi, you're here," Genkai's voice was barely perceivable with his mind solely focused on the new occupant of the classroom.
Hiei had never truly considered himself to be a romantic person, but he felt the urge to just sweep Kurama into his arms and kiss his soft, succulent lips every time he saw him.
"Of course," Hiei just heard Shuuichi sigh out when their eyes met.
'What the hell does that mean?' he tried not to make a snarl when he noticed the lack of interest Shuuichi showed when he looked over the short football player.
"Sorry I'm late," he gave a shallow bow to the short teacher, "I had to help clean up the classroom after my biology class."
"It's not a problem at all," she was nicer to Shuuichi, that was obvious, but she still seemed ready to make a snark comment about the boy if he stepped out of line, "I assume that you know our school's football jock, Mr. Hiei Jaganshi?"
"Yes, I believe that we've run into to each other in the halls at least once, am I correct?" Shuuichi gave a dull smile.
"Hn," Hiei nodded, jerkily. 'What is going on with this guy? Why the hell does everyone think that he's so great?' Hiei started to feel sick. He had had a crush on this guy for almost two years now, and it was twisting his insides into tight knots like they were supposed to teach you in boy scouts. He had never even been a boy scout and somehow his intestines and stomach suddenly knew how to create a bowline and blood knot.
"Alright, take the brat off my hands," Genkai demanded, and headed for the door, "I'm going home. I'm done for the day."
"So, Hiei," the redhead settled in the seat next to the one Hiei was completely reclined in, "what do you think it is that you need help in?"
A shrug was all Hiei responded.
"That's not an answer," Kurama scolded lightly.
Staring defiantly at the redhead, "Hn."
"I'm sorry, I don't speak grunt."
This earned him one of Hiei's fierce scowls, which scared over half the school, and the other half understood the warning that this wasn't just a façade that Hiei was putting up, but Kurama didn't seem to care.
"I don't recommend that," he said coolly, "your face might freeze, and I don't think that you'll want to go through life looking like that."
This time Hiei growled.
"No, you see I don't speak grunting or growling," Kurama shook his head, "I knew I should have taken those classes."
"Shut up."
"Ah, finally, something I understand," he smiled sweetly.
"Why the hell does everyone think that you're so great?" 'Why the hell did I think you were so great?'
"I don't really know what you're talking about Hiei. I'm just here to help you pass history so you can keep playing your football games," he pulled out the thick textbook and slammed it on the desk. "I know that Ms. Genkai has requested that you write a paper to make up for those quizzes that you failed. I believe the topic is on the Ainu.
"We can start on where they are from…"
Over an hour later, Hiei was completely asleep on Kurama's shoulder, and a vein was throbbing in the redhead's forehead, "Hi-ei…"
"Hmph," the shorter boy slumped further into his chest with a slight murmuring. "You're pretty."
"Who?" Kurama suddenly raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of him.
"You…" mumbled between the thin lips.
"Who am I?" he smiled. He wondered who the stoic young man could like, probably the orange haired girl that's always following him around.
"Kurama…"
The redhead could feel his heart race for a second, but noticed that those intense eyes were now glaring at him with furry.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Hiei sat up glaring at the stunned redhead.
"Um, sorry, you fell asleep on me, and were saying some… thing, and I just…um…"
"Hn."
"Stop that. I don't know what 'hn' means."
"It means I'm bored and going home," he stood and headed for the door.
"Don't you dare walk out that door," Kurama stood defiantly as the shorter boy turned to face him.
"And why shouldn't I?" Hiei turned, giving Kurama his deadliest glare, but it had no effect on the taller youth.
"You can't give up on your grades. They're important to your future."
"I don't think that a history paper will be able to define my future."
"You're going to fail history, get kicked off the football team, lose the scholarship I know that you need to get into college and then where will you be?"
"Professional football?" he had never really thought more than what he might be doing next week and even that was questionable at best.
"You're going to go into professional football?" Kurama seemed to scoff as he took a few steps toward the other boy.
"Yeah," Hiei snarled, closing the gap between him and Kurama with a few more steps, "what do you find so funny about it?"
There was a flash of bright red hair as Hiei felt himself being thrown to the ground on his stomach and his right arms was pulled behind his back at a painful angle, "And if I were to break your arm right now… what would you do? Do you think that you could get into professional football with a broken arm?"
"You're threatening me?" Hiei snarled in complete disbelief. He was feeling really sick that the boy he had seen as absolutely perfect was suddenly threatening to actually hurt him.
"Mm…" he seemed to think about it, "Yes."
TBC
Thank you guys for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. This one's kind of long, and doesn't currently have an ending that I'm a aware of, but I'm working on it! Let me know what you guys think, just a warning, if you can't tell already, they're all pretty Out of Character in this one. I'm going to try to get them a bit more in character, but I've been too tried recently to really notice, so, sorry.