Sorry it's kind of stupid but it's my first fan fic. This was more of an experiment to see where it would go because I got bored in my Chemistry class about a week ago and now I'm typing it up at two in the morning. Hope you like it. Please, no flames, I have a very low self esteem and I don't think I could take it. Plus my brother comments enough on all the things wrong in my stories to put even the most critical editor to shame.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho athough I really wish that I could at least have Kurama. Sorry, got distracted, well here it is.

Chapter One

Kurama's Bedroom

Around eleven at night

Sunday

A little after the events of the Makai Tournament

When Kurama opened his huge eyes, his head practically exploded in pain. He groaned and buried himself into his blankets and pillows trying to simultaneously hide himself from the light and move as little as possible. Despite his efforts, every movement, down to the last twitch, sent knives into his brain causing his migraine to ramp up a notch.

Gritting his teeth, Kurama cursed in pain as he reached his hand up to feel his forehead. It was burning up.

Kurama groaned once more then felt the overwhelming need to vomit. He struggled out of the bed, cracking his left eye to barely a slit to see his way to the bathroom. He resting his cheek on the cold toilet rim after throwing up what little he'd had for dinner earlier.

A tap on the window in Kurama's room could barely be heard by human ears but to Kurama's sharp hearing and his killer headache made it sound like it was put over a loud speaker right by his ears. Kurama was sure he knew who was at his window but he was unable to recall. Instead of answering hi puked again, moaned loudly and curled into a ball on the floor, enjoying the coolness that seeped into him.

Apparently he had been heard from the window and the small, black-clothed demon walked in. Hiei's nose wrinkled at the smell of sickness that flooded the bathroom.

"Kurama, " he said, sounding worried, "What are you doing in here? And why does it smell so bad?"

Kurama was glad that Hiei's voice was deeper than his size would have suggested and that the fire apparition had the sense to speak softly. Even so Kurama wasn't sure he could say anything at that moment so he gestured to the toilet and closed his eyes.

Hiei watch Kurama worriedly. Kurama was deathly pale, his cheeks and forehead flushed and Hiei could feel the heat radiating from the red head even though he was several inches away. Leaning down he took the fox's hand in comfort then carried him to his bed.

Kurama was shaking from cold but when Hiei covered him with a blanket he started sweating, Hiei wasn't sure what to do.

He bit his lip and asked himself, "Oh, what do I do?" Here was his best friend, and if he were honest, his only one, and he looked like hell and he couldn't do anything to help.

Later that night, same place, around five in the morning.

Monday

Kurama could feel nothing but cold and hot. His head was on fire yet the rest of him might as well have been laid on ice. Hoping his head didn't split, Kurama opened his eyes a fraction to see Hiei drifting to sleep in his chair and Kurama wondered how long he'd been asleep himself.

Kurama's nose quivered as he smelled the cold soup he hadn't noticed until then on his desk. He sat up, slowly, painfully, and moved putting his feet onto the ground. Kurama ignored the spikes in his brain and his body's protests and tensed to stand.

The bed creaked. Hiei was instantly awake and aware.

"Kurama." He gasped as he saw the sweat sheen on the fox's forehead, "You shouldn't be up."

"But I'm fine . . . " he trailed off as he saw Hiei's face and heard his sarcastic snort, "Okay, maybe not perfect but still."

"Fox, when I came in you looked like you were going to knock on death's door and your vomit left little doubt to how sick you are." Hiei stated plainly.

"Hiei." Kurama tried to hide the wince as the pain of talking reached him and that was all Hiei needed to convince him to push his friend back on the bed.

"If you try to move again I will tie you down." He threatened. Kurama wasn't sure if he was bluffing but he didn't want to find out and moving hurt too much in any case.

"Is that for me?" he asked, changing the subject and gestured to the soup.

"Yes but, I'm afraid it didn't come out all that well." Hiei admitted.

Kurama considered some well thought-out comment but settled for, "I don't care. I'm hungry."

Hiei shrugged indifferently and handed the bowl to his sick friend. Kurama took it and was surprised at the heat that poured into him. He could have sworn the soup had been cold.

Kurama carefully spooned some out and carefully tried it. His eyes widened in surprise, it was amazing, Hiei was either being extremely modest or really didn't know he was a good cook.

Hiei was staring at him wide-eyed, waiting for some verbal response. Kurama smiled.