Title: Cold Chicken
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter
Summary: Hiei might be stuck as a kitten, but it will take more than a few pieces of chicken to make him purr.
Timeline: Takes place during the summer before second year.
Cold Chicken
Hiei hissed as the boy placed the meat, meat the boy had carefully fished out of the cold soup, on the floor under the bed and quickly yanked his hand back up to avoid being scratched again. After waiting a few more moments, Hiei squirmed free of his hiding place and sniffed.
He sneezed in disgust. Old chicken, the kind of food Hiei would normally turn his nose up at. But beggars can’t be choosers, and old, cold food was better than nothing. The boy above him knew that rule well.
Survival of the fittest didn’t always mean the strongest, but the smartest. It was a rule Hiei had followed religiously when he was young and would follow once again until he was freed from this damnable spell. It was how he had chosen his current caretaker, a young wizard who wasn’t able to resist helping the dirty kitten his cousin had been chasing.
Hiei wouldn’t admit it, but it was pure dumb luck he was hiding under the boy’s bed and not a little pile of kitten guts. He had spent hours watching the neighborhood for likely patsy to take him in when some fat kid had decided Hiei needed a firecracker on his tail, and he had run into the wizard just in time for the boy to pull the firecracker off and toss it into the air before it exploded.
The boy wasn’t able to properly care for a kitten, especially a demon turned kitten who craved massive amounts of red meat. He had to scrape together each and every small meal he gave Hiei, usually at the sacrifice of his own meager meals, and had gone days without meat to make sure Hiei had enough. Hiei didn’t know much about humans beyond how to make them bleed, but he knew the human had barely been getting enough before and definitely wasn’t now.
That didn’t matter, though. Hiei was simply using the boy for food and shelter until Yusuke or Kuwabara found him.
Climbing onto the bed and demanding pets, Hiei ignored how loud he purred as the boy rubbed his ears and blamed the ideas of revenge against the fat boy and his giraffe mother on the firecracker and bad food.
Hiei hissed as the boy placed the meat, meat the boy had carefully fished out of the cold soup, on the floor under the bed and quickly yanked his hand back up to avoid being scratched again. After waiting a few more moments, Hiei squirmed free of his hiding place and sniffed.
He sneezed in disgust. Old chicken, the kind of food Hiei would normally turn his nose up at. But beggars can’t be choosers, and old, cold food was better than nothing. The boy above him knew that rule well.
Survival of the fittest didn’t always mean the strongest, but the smartest. It was a rule Hiei had followed religiously when he was young and would follow once again until he was freed from this damnable spell. It was how he had chosen his current caretaker, a young wizard who wasn’t able to resist helping the dirty kitten his cousin had been chasing.
Hiei wouldn’t admit it, but it was pure dumb luck he was hiding under the boy’s bed and not a little pile of kitten guts. He had spent hours watching the neighborhood for likely patsy to take him in when some fat kid had decided Hiei needed a firecracker on his tail, and he had run into the wizard just in time for the boy to pull the firecracker off and toss it into the air before it exploded.
The boy wasn’t able to properly care for a kitten, especially a demon turned kitten who craved massive amounts of red meat. He had to scrape together each and every small meal he gave Hiei, usually at the sacrifice of his own meager meals, and had gone days without meat to make sure Hiei had enough. Hiei didn’t know much about humans beyond how to make them bleed, but he knew the human had barely been getting enough before and definitely wasn’t now.
That didn’t matter, though. Hiei was simply using the boy for food and shelter until Yusuke or Kuwabara found him.
Climbing onto the bed and demanding pets, Hiei ignored how loud he purred as the boy rubbed his ears and blamed the ideas of revenge against the fat boy and his giraffe mother on the firecracker and bad food.
Tags: crossover, gen, hp, one shot, yyh