What\'s Protection Got To Do With It?

Hi everyone! This is Shiny-Chan! I’m sorry it took me so long but I’ve been really busy

with work and then I had computer problems. I also celebrated my 19th birthday on

Saturday so I was really excited about that. I know I’ve kept you waiting so I will

forego answering reviews for this chapter so I can get the show on the road.


Chapter 17: With Maksim Chmerkovskiy (I just know I spelled that wrong but he is hot!

I’m just saying)


Hiei opened his eyes and smirked. Draco, who had been watching the weird koorime, now

became even more confused. Hiei had been scowling just a minute ago and now he had a

smile the size of a peeled banana on his face. Draco watched as Hiei jumped off of the

mantle and walked towards the room they shared. He followed, curious and thoroughly

confused about what was going on. When Draco finally arrived at their room, Hiei was

already rummaging through his trunk and was pulling out what looked to be a blue powder

pack.

“Hiei, why do you have makeup?” Hiei ignored him in favor of opening the pack, which

looked like some kind of . . . communicator? A toddler with a blue pacifier clenched

between his lips appeared on the screen, looking none too happy at being summoned.

“What do you want, Hiei? I was in the middle of something important!” Hiei raised an

eyebrow at the miniature prince.

“What’s so important? Saddling the assistant with your work so you can do whatever you

please?” Koenma’s face got redder and redder until he began to scream at him.

“That is none of your business you socially-challenged . . .” Hiei cut him off before

he could really get into the insults, or he would have been there for hours.

“I found some information that you might wish to know.” Koenma instantly calmed down,

taking deep breaths.

“So!? What is this important information? It had better be good.”

“The hothead and the fox have finally gotten together. They made quite a display this

evening at the dinner table. Anyone with eyes could tell they were in love with each

other.”

“They finally got together, huh? Oh Damn! You won the bet! Stupid Idiots! Why couldn’t

they have waited a month or so!?” Hiei’s smirk grew even wider as Koenma’s apprehension

did.

“You know what this means.” Koenma paled and wrung his hands.

“Yes, of course. I’ll have the Banshee Shriek repaired and sent to you next week.”

“Good.” Hiei snapped the compowder shut and tossed it back in his trunk before flopping

on Draco’s bed and lightly snickering. Very disturbing. Draco’s confusion levels had

never been as high as they were when he had watched his roommate carry a conversation

(blackmail) through a makeup pack.

“What is going on!?” Hiei turned his head to Draco and stopped laughing.

”Yusuke and Kurama have finally gotten together. I won a bet that I made with babyface

that they would get together within the first month of school.”

“How did you know they had gotten together?”

“That is need to know information. Have you done the old hag’s homework yet?” Draco

shook his head and reclined in the desk chair.

“It’s too late at night; I’d never get them done. Besides it really can’t be that bad

to miss one assignment is it?” Hiei looked up at him from the bed and shrugged before

staring at the ceiling.

“Whatever you want. It’s your funeral.” Draco blanched in apprehension.

“You’re just exaggerating, right?”

“Do you want an orchid or a rose on your casket?”

“Fine.” Draco pulled off his shirt and began his pushups on the floor.

“Why . . . aren’t . . . you . . . ugh . . . doing . . . this too?” Draco huffed each

word between each pushup.

“Because I, unlike you, am in perfect physical form. Genkai has no need to test my

abilities.” Draco collapsed gasping on the floor, sweat running in rivulets down his

face.

“Get up you pansy. You have four hundred twenty left to go.” Draco tilted his head and

shot Hiei a Malfoy Patented Death Glare. Unfortunately for a tired Draco, it had

absolutely no effect whatsoever. Hiei held his gaze.

“I really hate you right now.” Draco groaned and continued his pushups.

-------Two and a Half Hours Later-------

Draco collapsed for the final time after his five hundredth pushup, dazed and barely

conscious. Hiei jumped off the bed and went into their adjoining bath and began to fill

the bathtub with steaming water. He poured in essences of murtlap and lavender before

returning to Draco’s side. Hiei picked up the moaning blonde and helped him into the

bathroom and into the bath. Hiei lowered Draco gently into the warm soothing water.

Draco raised his head and smiled weakly at Hiei.

“Thanks Hiei.” Hiei paused, halfway out the door, but didn’t turn around.

“Don’t mention it. Ever.”

“Really Hiei, you are a great friend.”

“All the unaccustomed exercise must have made you delusional. Do not tell anyone.”

“Okay, okay sheesh.” Hiei left, leaving Draco to stew alone in his bath.

Sometime later, Draco dragged himself out of the bath and dried himself with a charm.

He trudged into the bedroom and fell onto his bed, asleep almost before his head hit

the pillow.