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Hiei once thought that Kurama was biologically incapable of sweating. He mean, the boys of Team Urameshi almost have a legacy to honor when it comes to sweat bullets. Yuusuke and Kuwabara, in particular, didn't need much effort to soak their shirts. Hiei can't count how many times he's finished a workout nearly unconscious in a puddle of his own sweat. But the fox looked different, many of his fights had ended with him drenched in blood and dirt, but that was all. Even in Kaito's tropical trap, during the time Hiei accompanied him, he couldn't see a single drop.
When the fox sat on his lap the theory broke into small pieces. Hiei thought the lack of oxygen in his system and the long Kurama's fingers wrapped around in the neck had messed with his mind. But when Kurama rests his arms on Hiei's shoulders during the almost selfish ride, the moisture appeared on the skin, tiny salt drops gathering on the forehead and shoulder blade. One of them detached itself from Kurama and created a glowing trail. Hiei captured it with his lips, the possibility of keeping that little hidden piece of the fox inside him is irresistible.
