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Stepfather
By : Artemick
Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Botan finally stopped, gasping. Kaito was half a block behind her. She called back, “Hurry up, you dweeb!”
“My…strength was never cross country,” Kaito heaved, catching up.
“What, like you're a sprinter? Take a breath.”
Botan looked around. The courtyard was clear, except for knots of whispering shoppers.
She jogged over to one group. “Um, excuse me! Did something just happen here? Like an unexplained explosion, maybe…cosplay monster battle? Ha ha, you know those fans…"
A student clutched her bag. “Some guy just got shot.”
“Shot?”
“He couldn’t have been shot,” her teacher tried to soothe her, though he sounded shaken. “His friends wouldn’t take him to the hospital if he were dead.”
“There wasn’t any blood,” the student agreed.
That sounded like Yuusuke’s work. “What did they look like, that group?”
“Um, a couple of delinquents and an old lady. Real foul mouthed.”
Botan smacked her hands together, thanking them, and ran back. “I found them! Get up.”
Kaito was easing himself down the wall. He groaned as his ass hit the sidewalk. She dragged him into an alley and whipped out her oar.
Kaito stared. “Wow. That's a temporal spatial anomaly. So controlled.”
“Don’t fuss. We're no time for sidewalks.” Botan tugged him up. “Why Genkai put the only two healers in the same group and miles from the two fighters with the highest civ casualty rate, I’ll never know.”

I blew the spores out towards the wreckage. They ballooned out, indicating some twenty meters from a single point, somewhere inside. Itou was conscious: his territory remained intact.
As I waited for him to lift his head, I pulled out a set of acorns and let them twist stems out towards the red, unnatural sky.
There was a groan and crash of concrete, and Itou stood. He looked exactly as he had on the tape. Five six, plain, gawky but bulking up. Pumas and khakis , the exact same, but now scraped and dirty from the building’s collapse. The loose practical clothes of a techie, used to working out of sight. I was surprised to see how expensive they were.
My breath sped. I inhaled the scent of grass, forbs, daisies, a thousand weapons waiting in the field.
Itou brushed the dust out of his long hair. He pulled out the rubber band and began combing it back into a short curl of a pony tail. He glared at me the entire time.
Kuwabara whimpered, balled up.
I snapped the whip up into my hand and reached out with the other, casting out my ki. The ivy left amid the concrete sprung out like wild hairs, cocooning Kuwabara’s prone body. I began to pull him away, out of the territory.
“Whoa there – “ his voice was still scratchy with shock, but Itou grabbed behind his back, retrieving out a large black handgun from his waistband. The barrel was not marked, and it looked heavy in his hand. Real. Maybe loaded.
My hand flicked up automatically, creating a whirling shell of air around me, thick with petals and large poplar leaves.
He pointed it down at Kuwabara. “Call off the plants. Do it now, Shu.”
“Oh, yes master," I camped. But I stopped moving Kuwabara. Instead, I began clearing the rubble underneath him, invisible.
“If I don’t see his face, I’ll assume he’s gone and I’ll shoot.” He cocked the weapon and slipped the safety aside. “Unlike your ass, this isn’t a prop for my tapes.”
I pulled back the vines from his face.
But Itou began walking.
I backed up quickly, dropping a line of spores onto the grass as I retreated.
He stopped at the first spores’ explosion, shocked. Then he put his hand down. “What…that didn’t work like it should, did it?”
I tried to keep pace, keeping outside the territory by a few yards. Itou kept walking forward, kicking the exploded kulanni out of the way. It wasn't a large radius. But enough.
"Am I supposed to be afraid of popcorn?"
I tried to act clumsy, stumbling backwards. I wanted to draw him. It'd be an easy, obvious trick, but Takasune was already walking faster, speeding to catch me.
“Where’d your little friends go, foxy?”
“Where are yours?” I asked. “Aren’t we at your headquarters?”
“Your plants ate the dorms,” Itou mused. He pointed at something in the rubble that I hadn’t noticed, as he hopped off a slab. It was navy, softly curved. I saw a glint of silver and realized it was the zipper on a sleeping bag.
I gave a polite mew of sympathy. “Tragic. Squatters insurance?”
“Hah! We should have taken out life insurance on our sorry species. Of course, there’ll be no one to collect it from. And nowhere to spend it.”
“How do you see this ending?”
“You think you know?”
“This is limestone based soil.”
“So?”
“Limestone is easily dissolved, lending to the creation of massive cave formations. Such as the Demon’s Door formation. That would be within a mile of this disturbance, and incidentally, where two cavers disappeared last week. You wouldn’t know anything about that, torturer?”
Itou glowered at me. “I don’t.”
“Let me tell you how I see this ending. We back off for now. You leave my friend. You run. Maybe you get away while we’re fighting your boss.”
“Maybe you’re not so much of a handful for me to take down. I did it once. No reason for me to call for help.”
“Try it. I’m traveling with two other psychics. There’s also two ki fighters, back from the dead. You might need help.”
Itou opened his arms, laughing. “Then we have a wager. Whose calvary will get here first, yours or mine?"

The hospital was silent. It was encased by the fluttering, nipping Makai insects.
Botan growled, waving a fly swatter. “It’s awfully quiet.”
Kaito stared up at the windows. “This feels wrong.”
“Should we wait?”
“No.” Kaito shrugged. “I can put up my usual territory.”
They walked inside, but the shelter of nonviolence couldn’t keep them from drawing close to each other at the sight of all the bodies.
“What happened?”
“They look ill.”
“The bugs are even worse in here!” Botan squashed one against a wall.
“Perhaps that has a correlation to the bodies,” Kaito said, his voice tense as violin strings. He shrugged out of his jacket and swatted an insects hovering over them. “Don’t let them bite you, in case.”

I prowled around to Takasune's left. “The worst danger you're in is meeting me here alone. No one's watching me here for psychopathy or violence, for inhumanity. No one will know what I've done to you. It's downright freeing. A proper vacation for me. I need to blow off some steam before exams.”
Itou sat down on the edge of the block of concrete, refusing to extract Kuwabara or leave him outside his territory. He kept both hands on the pistol.
“What are you doing to him?” I asked, hating my curiosity.
Itou put up his hands in surrender. “I make the nightmares, I don’t explain them. As far as I can tell, a sausage factory grinding up kittens."
I blinked. But mine was about a doll box, so I was in no place to judge. I said, “Kaito told me that you were the strongest psychic he’d ever encountered.”
Itou chuckled. “Mm, no. If Kaito had, you wouldn’t have let that nugget slip.”
“You are stronger than the usual idiot. But we know you've had help.”
“Not on this,” the boy smiled. He groped himself through his khakis, hooded eyes cool. “This is all me.”
“We know someone gave you the instructions on the trap. You’d never have been able to hide yourself and blind me – “
He laughed, groaning. “That was a night, wasn’t it?”
I took the oak stems, grown into a crossbow and bolt, and I stopped the swirling shield enough to see and aim.
He held up the gun. “Put it down. I love you, but I’ll – “
Itou pulled the trigger.
The bullet pinged off the petals covering my left side.
I let the arrow go, straight for his guts, center mass.

Botan banged the fly swatter down on a bug. It struggled, legs flailing everywhere like it were made of rubber, giving off a wailing buzz. “Why won’t you die!”
“Relax,” Kaito shooed one off his hand. “If they can’t damage us, we can’t damage them. That’s the rule of my territory. No violence: biting, stinging, or swatting.”
She pouted, looking over. “Oh. Well. You don’t need me then?”
“You’re welcome to take off. I’ll be fine. You could probably make better time on that oar.” Kaito pointed to the hall. “I’ll stay put. If they’re trying to get out, they’ll pass through here.”
“Doors aren’t always their choice of exit. Listen for walls collapsing.” Botan hefted the oar, becoming pure spirit again. She stroked down her kimono and hopped on. “I’ll circle the windows from outside.”
Kaito sat back on one of the hard lobby seats, crossing his knees. “Have a nice flight.”

A film like water stopped the arrow. Through it, I saw movement.
I blinked, hefting the whip.
His calvary had won.
A silly looking youth was waddling up beside Itou, holding two construction sized white plastic buckets. He set them down, sloshing water, and straightened, pulling off the hood of his rain slicker. He was a strange, blond, fragile boy; exquisitely pretty. Definitely not the one from the tape.
“He said you might need me,” the boy said.
“I don’t! Get lost, Seaman - ”
“He said.”
I dropped my shield and called out to the new boy, Seaman. “If you let me have the knocked out ginger, I’ll leave and you can both go back, gnawing your way to Armageddon. No harm no foul. I just want my teammate alive.”
The blond nodded. “Done.”
“Thank you."
“No!” Itou said.
“That’s a generous deal,” the mild blond allowed.
"It is," I called.
“That is Shuichi Minamino,” the rapist pointed. “He’s my payment.”
“I don’t know a thing about that,” the boy returned.
“You’ve had your payment.” I reached out. The rock under Kuwabara collapsed and I wrenched the body quickly over, dragging him through the grass. “Now crawl back to hell.”
“No!”
The young boy sighed, blocking Itou with his arm. “This is easy enough to settle, Nightmare.” He took a phone from inside his pocket and dialed.
The ivy dragged Kuwabara to my feet, groaning. I crouched down and slapped him hard across the face. “Kuwabara! Wake up. It’s a dream.”
“Whiskers…” he whimpered.
The blond held the cell to his ear. “Sir! We have a question of preference. We have – who was it - Minamino here with another teammate.”
I knelt, lifting Kuwabara onto my thigh. “Yukina’s in danger. Wake up.”
The blond, Seaman, looked at the phone. “He hung up. Well, I don’t care what you do. Torture’s only a natural instinct of humankind. I suppose I’ll have to learn it sometime.”
“Kuwabara,” I growled. “We are going to die. Wake up."
“Fluffy…”
I attacked, driving the grass blades up through the rubble at their feet.
A spout over water lifted them out of danger. I traced the water back to the blond boy’s white buckets and I filled them with moss and roots until they were bone dry. The spout collapsed.
My enemies split apart, running. I flinched away from Itou and ran toward the blond, Seaman. He retreated, but reached backward. A plume of water shot by him.
I dropped, rolling. He’d found a water main for the old warehouse.
Dodging liquid spears, I pulled out the swamp seeds I had. In a minute, they had reached the pipes and wrecked them, drained them.
“You can’t win,” I said. “Not with water – not against me.”
“Oh really?” He grabbed at the air.
The swamp trees cracked; the leaves bruised. There was a sound like rain, then my body was thrown, pelted with bullets of water.
I leapt free and landed in a whirl of dust.
There was a popping noise. I sprinted forward – as far behind me, the spores I left bloomed with the advancement of Itou and his territory. Kuwabara began weeping behind me, caught in the nightmare again.
Water closed on my ankle. I slashed with the whip and, freed with a splash, ran at Seaman, throwing the petals.
He stumbled back and sprinted.
I knelt, turning back, and shot a bolt of oak into Itou’s leg. The thud in his flesh made my heart sing.

Kuwabara blinked. The world was bright again – the red sky, the green fields. The factory was not even there; the screams of the cats were gone, and there was no blood, no pain, no death energy.
Kurama ran at him. “Up, up, up! Get up!”
Kuwabara tried to lift himself onto his side. “What…happened?”
“The same thing, with the same psychic -- and another.” Kurama looked around. He knelt down. “I think something happened to Genkai's group. We need to move. Can you stand?”
Kuwabara pushed himself up gingerly. His muscles felt worse than when that demon Rando had crushed him and pulled his arms till they broke.
“Good…good.”
Kuwabara stretched. “Let’s go save Urameshi’s ass.”
Kurama smiled. Then there was a thud - like a plate dropped edge first onto linoleum, dull and hard at once.
Kurama’s head pitched forward, green eyes knocked up under the lids, and he fell into the grass.

Takasune yanked the leafy lance out of his leg. Pressing on the wound, he crawled towards the two prone enemies, one panicking and shouting, the other still, his red hair splashed out limp.
Long before Sniper got near, they were well within his territory limits. But his belle was unconscious, and he had no interest in the animal-welfare boy.
He sat with Minamino’s head pulled into his lap. The dead weight pressed down on Taka’s erection, sweetly warm and heavy. Taka pulled the glossy, tangled locks into place. He leaned down and placed his teeth gently on the rim of the honor student’s ear. He moaned and closed his lips, sucking.
It was amazing, to win that body back. It was his now; all that intelligence, that ferocious glory was his.
Sniper jogged up. “Need a minute?”
Taka shook his head. “Got all the time I need.”
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Stepfather	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Stepfather