Try and test me.

Are you easy to get along with?

Sure. Just don't talk to me.

kurama-says

Oh, now, that can’t be accurate.

kurama-shuichi

This IS Hiei we're talking about

And now they're talking to each other.

[The cloaked figure pulls back their hood, silver hair and heather colored eyes glance at the hints of bloodied mess and approaches with caution.] “As much as I’d enjoy a fight, and I genuinely would— That isn’t the reason I came to you… or at least, not the only reason~.” [Lips curl in a cheshire-like grin.] “I am Moro.”

[he narrows his eyes at the figure that dares to approach him.]

I don't care. Again, state your purpose or prepare to die slowly.

[he finishes by igniting his hand and running the flame across his blade to sterilize it, the metal glowing red now.]

So, Hiei. :: Attempts to strike up a friendly conversation, smiling benignly. :: Where are you staying, these days? Which world do you find yourself in, more? -Kurama(says)

Makai. I stay with Mukuro.

You should know that.

I struggle with guilt, do you have any advice?

Guilting yourself won't change anything. It won't fix what you've done, if you have done anything. I notice humans tend to guilt themselves for no reason, which is beyond ridiculous. But if you have done something that you're guilty for, if you can make up for it, do that. If you can't, push forward and let go of the past. It's all you can do.

#💜 you ok anon?#💜feel free to reach out #yyh #hiei #yu yu hakusho #ask blog #advice hiei

What is the best way to die?

In a blaze of glory.

Are you ever lonely?

No.

Are you easy to get along with?

Sure. Just don't talk to me.

“Damn, no appreciation for theatrics. Alright—.” [A cloaked figure, hazy purple gaze peered out from under a hooded cloak] “Was hoping to catch your curiosity but it seems my familiar and I just landed in irritating you. I’ll apologize on his behalf— for the arrow. For the record, though, my idea was to just start with ‘hi’.”

[Finishes cleaning the fresh blood off his sword. Today's training session went well and he needed to work off some tension.]

Who the hell are you? Say the wrong thing and you die.

15, I got to know

15: rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

Oh, well...

Freezing takes too long, unless it's instant. 5/10

Burning actually takes longer than one would think but for obvious reasons would be my preference. 10/10

I've never killed anyone by drowning so I don't have a point of reference. But it's a definite one to be successful so 8/10

kurama-says

No surprises here, I must say. Are you referring to your fight with Seiryuu, in the first one? I have always wondered if it was merely for dramatic effect that you kept your arm and leg ‘frozen’ until the end of the battle. Or perhaps, merely to impress Yusuke~?

Shut up...third version of Kurama.

15, I got to know

15: rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

Oh, well...

Freezing takes too long, unless it's instant. 5/10

Burning actually takes longer than one would think but for obvious reasons would be my preference. 10/10

I've never killed anyone by drowning so I don't have a point of reference. But it's a definite one to be successful so 8/10

Hey Hiei!

17 & 25 for the specific get to know you asks!

17 is answered below

25: would you say you have good taste in music?

Sure, I don't listen to any.

17, 26, 27

17: an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

It's not an anxious compulsion but I learned claws would stick out in human world so I chewed them off. And I discovered it's easier to wield a sword without them. They grow fast so I have to keep up with it.

26: how’s your spice tolerance?

I don't feel spice pain at all. Might have to do with me being a fire demon but I'm not sure why.

27: what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

Really?

2 & 12

2: thoughts on veganism?

Still amazed how humans find ways to amuse themselves with anything.

12: brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

I use soap. I don't care what brand as long as I get clean. However I find sandalwood is the best.

#💜 in the mood for fun #💜hiei isn't but #💜 let's torture him #hiei #yyh #advice hiei

safespacespence

weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

chipotle order?

thoughts on veganism?

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

do you think you’re dehydrated?

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your boba/tea order?

the veggie you dislike the most?

favorite disney princess movie?

a number that weirds you out?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

do you wear jewelry?

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

last meal on earth?

preferred pasta noodle?

ask me anything !

leave an ask for the person you reblog it from!

[An arrow, tipped with silver feathers is shot through the air directly for the demon’s head. There is a folded paper tied to the arrow’s shaft, that reads only a single name; AOKIGAHARA. Not a threat. An invitation.]

I don't need this first thing in the door. State what you want or go back to where you crawled out of.

⭐ This star means you're loved Hiei

Dipping into your own strain again, I see

—

[Yusuke turns to scowl at him, his own aura flaring up automatically in response. It really would feel great to release all this pent up energy—sure, he had a great time with Kuwabara a few nights ago, but that isn’t the same thing at all. Yusuke hasn’t had a proper brawl in far too long, to the point where this mild provocation has his strange mix of Spirit and Demon energy practically bubbling beneath his skin, fit to burst. It’d be so fucking easy to let it out.

But—and he hates himself for even thinking this, honestly he does—he doesn’t want to aggravate Hiei’s wounds. The ones he’d earned, however indirectly, on Yusuke’s behalf. When he thinks of it like that, it seems a little fucked up to risk reopening them or making them worse for the sake of a fight. Especially since he’s in top form, while Hiei is not in the least completely recuperated. Oh, fuck it all. This is ridiculous.

Sighing, Yusuke goes back to the dishes. It takes a lot of trust and going against his natural demonic instincts to turn his back on an opponent poised to strike, but @advice-hiei wouldn’t do him like that. He’s an asshole, but he at least has standards.]

Believe me, it’s fucking tempting. [His aura hasn’t quite settled yet either, still straining fitfully against his control. Damn, he really is gonna have to find a way to release it soon, or he’ll accidentally incinerate something the next time he gets too pissed off. It’s happened before—that’s why the one and only vehicle he ever owned is now a scattering of ashes across Genkai’s estate, along with a portion of the forest. He’s just lucky it happened up there instead of here in the city. Could level a whole block that way.] Punching you in the face sounds like my idea of a great time. But I dunno, I’m all juiced up, if you can’t tell, and you’re not even fully recovered. Not exactly a fair fight, is it?

[Yusuke's energy was enticing as ever and his skin prickled as it raised, ready for an actual brawl instead of just a beating....then the fool refused, all because he thought Hiei was too weak to fight. The fury that began to rise inside of him was more intense than Yusuke's energy.]

Don't coddle me. [He spat in anger but looked down at his stomach. Yusuke was right, dammit all, and he hated admitting that. Now he felt utterly humiliated. The shame of it....the shame of showing up in this condition, of passing out, of having Yusuke care for him like a child...it was too much.

He forcefully scraped the chair back under the table, chipping the wood.]

This peer into domesticity has been enlightening but I think I've had my fill.

[he began to turn to leave...]

Wouldn’t dream of it! [Yusuke snaps hotly, the plate in his hand crumbling into fine dust where the strength of his grip flexes too tight. The splintered, uncrushed remains fall into the empty side of the sink with a jarring clatter. And shit, that’s what he was afraid of. He’s getting too frustrated. Hiei is the most maddening person in all three worlds, he swears. Right now Yusuke isn’t even sure why he likes him, let alone…whatever. Stubborn asshole. He even fucks up Yusuke’s good table in his little tantrum.

It’s just about the last straw, but Yusuke won’t be goaded into hurting his already-injured friend just because said friend is a masochistic idiot that can’t accept his own limitations. This whole pissy act might’ve worked to rile him into it when he was a hot-headed teenager, but he’s 44 fucking years old. Hiei has obviously never matured past demonic puberty, but Yusuke certainly has, and no amount of childish ire could ever convince him to risk seriously hurting someone he cares about. Even if Hiei could definitely use a good kick in the ass or two. Or five.]

Whatever, [he says as Hiei announces his intention to leave. Let him. Yusuke can’t deal with him when he’s like this, at least without breaking shit. Not when he’s this juiced up. He’s “had his fill.”] Just hold on a second, shithead.

[He isn’t sure why he even bothers, since Hiei clearly doesn’t deserve it or even care, but he still takes the time to cut him a generous slice of cake and pack it up in a container, plastic fork taped to the lid. Yusuke drops it onto his newly damaged kitchen table with an unceremonious thunk, not saying a word, and then goes to clean out the mess of porcelain and dust from the sink. It’s a fitting metaphor for how this morning turned out.]

Why.

[was the simple gritted response. So many questions hidden in that word. Why did you leave Makai. Why when you were in Makai did you never come Alaric. Why when it's obvious you're not that close to me, do you care now. Why are you wearing my pendant around your neck. Why were you acting so strange around me. Why did you give me a blanket and let me sleep in your bed. Why are you still showing kindness when I don't deserve it?! WHY?!]

What have I done to warrent your hospitality? [He finally settled on to ask.]

[Yusuke doesn’t even get back to the mess in his sink before Hiei is speaking again, startling the irritation right out of him. He freezes mid-step, twisting around to stare at his lingering guest with open surprise in his warm brown eyes. This half-turned position is hell on his aching back, a reminder of his so-called hospitality, but Yusuke can’t bring himself to fully face his friend in the aftermath of that particular question. It’s not one with an easy sort of answer. There is an answer, but Yusuke isn’t ready to give all of it yet, and even if he was, Hiei isn’t ready to hear it.

Still. He has to say something.]

Come on, Hiei. How long have you known me? 30 years now? And you really think I won’t be nice to you unless you do shit for me? Unless you earn it? [Yusuke shakes his head, a little pang of frustration bubbling to the surface again. He tamps it down.] That’s not me. That’s never been me. But even if it was, how many times have you saved my skin? Fought by my side? You were my teammate. And you are my friend. I don’t need any more reason than that to give a shit about you. Whether you think it’s warranted or not.

[Hiei's eyes study the side of Yusuke's head then move to the floor in thought, then to the table. It had a pretty good chip off of the edge. He shouldn't have done that. It's never right to damage what isn't yours if the person didn't deserve it. He walked over to the injured wood and ran his hand over it, heating his palm. It wouldn't fix it, but it would smooth the edges down. Something he learned to do with wooden weapons long ago. He then sat down, opened the container and began to silently eat the cake.]

[Yusuke huffs out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, any leftover tension quickly bleeding away as he watches Hiei run a palm over the table to smooth out the chipped edge. It’s as much of an apology as Hiei would ever offer, and Yusuke wordlessly accepts it with a nod, leaving him to his slice of cake to clean out the stupid sink.

Only when he’s finished with the dishes does he join Hiei at the table with his own piece, curious at how it turned out. He probably should have tried it yesterday while it was fresher, but he’s pleased to taste that even nearly a day later the bite he takes holds up pretty well. Nice and moist, the icing not too sweet. He hums appreciatively as he eats another forkful.] Not bad, huh? I’ve gotten pretty good.

[Hiei grunts an approval as he finishes his piece. He was curious as to what led Yusuke to start baking, but he kept his questions to himself. He had too many of those already.

After swallowing the last bite, he stood up, putting his dish in the sink.]

Unless I want more holes, I should start back to Alaric.

[Yusuke nods, not fussed about it in the least. He’s still surprised the anti-social little gremlin stuck around this long, especially after their almost-fight. Why he didn’t ditch as he originally intended, Yusuke isn’t sure, but it warms him all the same. Maybe Hiei does consider him a friend after all. He keeps that thought to himself, though, offering an easy grin instead.]

Wouldn’t want that. [He really wouldn’t, despite how mildly he just spoke. He’s sort of pissed that it’s even something Hiei was to worry about, but he keeps any sharp comments locked firmly behind his teeth. Won’t help anything to gripe about it. Pasting on a teasing smirk, he changes the subject.] Later then, hot stuff. But hey, hit me up when you’re better if you still wanna throw down. I could use some light exercise.