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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Quailed Loneliness
For the life of him he just couldn't understand it, just couldn't comprehend the flaw in a plan he organized himself. All they had to do was kill a brat and a human but that seemed even too complicated for these simple minded morons. It was as easy as literally killing off an ant. All they had to do was ambush Kurama, kill him and get to that kid before Yoko noticed. But no, those idiots had to and botch that up because of their worthless ego boosts. The fools were too busy trying to exert unnecessary bullshit to do their damn jobs.
This unfortunately left Yomi stuck to think over another plot to get rid of these sirens before the clan sunk any lower than it has. And because of those half-baked fools, he was forced to contemplate over the failure accomplished from the recent events only hours ago, and now pondered over what his next attempt would be at ridding his home of that wretched creature and that bothersome child while managing to keep his trail clean.
As he sat in the inner contours of his large sized cavern, Yomi relaxed whilst taking in the decorations suited for his tastes of brilliantly designed tapestries, lining his walls from each successful job done on his own or joined with the crew. Each trophy held a deep meaning dear to him from every thrilling experience gained. The golden arched flashes of a Phoenix Dragon's wings hung low from the ceiling displaying its untamed majesty made from the rarest crimson silks and pure golden ivories from the farthest countries; it was one of the most beautiful steals of his career. To the side was a similar beast dressed in the endless swirls of whirlpool blues, pearl whites and splashes of tidal sapphire lapping at the dragon's body, all of which were too expensive to be seen on the streets of commoners. In the deepest part of his barrens was his most favored success, stretched across the back wall in all its marvelous glory.
Yomi smiled a crafty smirk at how tricky it was to get that one. That had been the most difficult steal of his whole time with Yoko and Gods help him he'd love to do it again someday. That very tapestry made from every known expensive material made wove into the most angelic wonders of the world. The cost of it was sure to be more than his life and that of every bandit in their band as well as their leader Yoko.
From the silver ivory braids lining each side to the golden cords twisted with the silver, the picture itself was magnificent. The showcase of an ancient battle happening before his time, with flames of hades licking away at the massive destruction and endless glories of hellish blood painted in the weavings of pure scarlet and maroon, done by demons and soldiers. There was no other like it in the entire Makai and yet they managed to snatch it right under Mukuro's nose. The mere thought was so laughable till it was almost sad.
A young queen who was barely out of her teens trying to rule Makai as a pathetic noble. Tsk the day she became King of Makai would be the same day he was kicked out of this band.
"Yo, Yomi!"
The goat demon sat up from his recline to see one of his closest friends leaning against the entry frame, wings folded backwards. "What do you want Kuro?"
"Hey," Kuronue pushed off the cave frame and walked in whistling at the displays newly arranged. "Did some decoratin' eh?"
Yomi snorted, returning to his recline against the wall. "What of it?"
"Ohhh nothin' much." The young Chimera flopped down next to his friend, grinning from ear to point ear. "Bet cha already heard what happened to Kurama huh?"
"Heard and ignored. I could care less what happens to that human."
"Aw don't be that way." Laughed Kuronue. "Kurama's not all that bad."
"Spare me the trouble of caring."
"Geez you're such a sour pus." Kuro clapped a hand on the bored one's shoulder as he said, "Anyway, Yoko says he wants everybody in the Meet Up by the moon's first glow. Just came to make sure you weren't late for the set up."
"Yeah, I know."
"Good, now if you'll excuse me," As energized as a child, Kuronue popped off the ground, wings in full span. "I gotta be nosey and check out what happened. Don't be late. See ya!" And he took off aiming straight for the top of the fortress.
Closing the onyx shine that were his eyes and blowing a low sigh of irritation, Yomi reluctantly glanced out his residing grove, noticing the wispy blazes of coral pinks and blasted splashes of auburn and lilac, trickling timidly over the spreading sky. Nightfall would come sooner then he'd estimated since sitting in his space most of the day. A meeting tonight eh? No doubt about the incident that occurred earlier or on the next mode of action for the northern. Regardless, with him being second in command he was gonna have to be there whether he wanted too or not. His planning would have to be placed on hold for the time being.
But for now—Yomi catapulted off the wall, landing outside his room,—there was a meeting he had to attend.

Up high within Yoko's den, subtle buzzes of youki flows could be felt from the outer rims of the cave.
Soft, agonized gasps hissed painfully every few seconds from the knitting pieces of flesh being recovered in a gradual pace. Kurama lied nude before his mate as Yoko lied alongside his body, hand positioned directly over his heart feeding careful portions of his aura into his body. Kurama's head stayed cupped on Yoko's arm as the fox whispered loving words to ease his mate's pain. By the slowest speed, materialized barbs of flesh were mending themselves in place where gashes had once been. The sounds of bones snapping and regenerating to a harder mineral echoed as loud as the victim suffering through it all. It took hours of concentration to replace cuffs of ripped flesh, torn artery strings and countless splits all over.
The process was incredibly painful for Kurama who'd had to endure every waking second of the treaded energy braiding his loss pieces back to normalcy. Yoko's face held no noticeable concern for the slight flinches or vibrates shakes emitting from the human boy's condition. As calm as his personality could maintain he remained as tranquil as he could to ensure that nothing would halt his stabilized progress. His hand kindled a faint emerald light as sprinkled sparkles of his own life force worked delicately to finish the job.
"Eeep." Little Kisa had been ordered by both Hiei and Kurama to steer clear of the healing room but his endless weeping wouldn't flater until he was placed by his guardian's side to make sure he was alright. That scary moment of torture had been a very traumatizing instant for the little kit. But with no one near to comfort him he maintained his own comfort by wrapping his tail around his tummy.
Yoko ignored the child's very presence, neither knowledging him through sight or speech. As long as the kit didn't interfere with the healing ritual Yoko didn't mind him staying near. The child was more of distraction more than anything else to keep Kurama from noticing the sheer white pain blistering his body.
"Eeep. Eeep." Kisa crawled by his guardian's head and licked his sweaty brow. Tiny peeps hummed sadly with a few soft nuzzles of his nose against Kurama's temple in an attempt to erase that crunched expression of agony. Large tears pearled from Kisa's eyes each time Kurama gasped or flexed his fists open and closed to distract his mind elsewhere. Very shyly Kisa crawled around to sit behind Yoko and Kurama's head curling his fluffy tail around his waist. The bigger demon that resembled him scared him a little but not too much. Kisa was just shy around him.
Suddenly Yoko inhaled the scent of fiery spice and released a dust cloud of wind through his nose as he spoke, "Hiei," he called to the creature sitting outside the barrier.
There was a shift against the cave way breaking the silence of the entire space before the multi set of spiked ebony appeared half view. Hiei's profile turned just enough to acknowledge he'd heard his name but said nothing.
The top of both sterling silver and scarlet crimson met Hiei's one visible eye, "Why are you still here?" Yoko questioned evenly.
Silence for the longest while stretched between them, though a spark of tension brew because of the questions hidden meaning within. "Don't get the wrong idea," he dejected narrowing that one eye. "That human's life is no concern of mines."
Yoko moved his hand to another section of damaged flesh, "That isn't what I asked."
Hiei turned his head fully to glare at the top of the fox's large ears and worked his mouth a couple of times to reply but nothing came worthy enough to be considered a perfect lie. So he settled back against the frame with an "Hn," ending whatever else might be discussed. He had no idea how the Youko knew but he could practically see the curl of that twisted creature's smirk behind his back, as if knowing something.
What could Hiei say? That he was bothered by the injuries he saw inflicted by a weaker life form and it—dare he say worried him? No not worried, perhaps annoyed him that that fool human had tried to defend himself instead of running away from a fight he knew he'd lose. In truth if he'd been placed in the same predicate me, he wouldn't have ran either. But they were different as night and day. Hiei was more than capable of handling himself. Kurama on the other hand was still young, with far fewer years of combat experience than Hiei or Yoko possessed. Hiei estimated by the mortal's fresh scent, to be no more than sixteen summers at best. A pitiful wink in the life of demon terms. Barely out of his diapers.
"Mmm."
Hiei glanced down at the little fool stumbling to hold on to the wall as he came out to settle beside Hiei to look at the sunset. As before, he stared on being ignored by this adult as well but craving comfort. By the tiniest inches, Kisa scooted closer and closer until his cheek was pressed against Hiei's elbow and purred contently to finally have some sort of contact.
By now Hiei has already anticipated when the pup wanted snuggles time and simply let him do as he wished until he grew tired of purring like a feral feline.
"Well, aren't you the perfect parent?"
Hiei barely spared the extra presence a glance as he fluttered down beside him, standing to his full eight foot height. The skinny fool was hardly worth a word of conversation. Perhaps must less than the human.
Kisa hadn't noticed the newcomer until the last second when Kuronue flopped next him in a puff of dusty smoke. But when that fog cleared and he got a look at the difference in height compared to his own he squealed and quickly stumbled to plop his squishy body between Hiei's legs.
Kuronue saw the whole little freak fest and burst out laughing. "Ah come on little guy. I'm nowhere near as scary as this guy," he jerked his thumb to the silent Koorime. "See?" He lifted his ragged hat to show off his handsome smile.
Kisa nervously peeked his head out to see what the super tall man was talking about and paled when he saw that smile. In an instant he was in tears, weeping his little heart out. Kuro quickly lowered his hat not missing the slight grin from the shorter demon. The smug bastard. Had it been anyone else his blade would've slit those lips clean off but—a similar smile played on his mouth—he didn't mind as much this time.
"So, you mind explain' why you're hanging outside the Chief's cave like a lost puppy?" Kuronue winched. Oh damn he just made that sexy smile disappear.
"You," Hiei nudged the crying kit on his thigh. "Go inside." When Kisa shook his head, Hiei scuffed the little tyke by his neck and tossed him in anyway, ignoring the surprise yelp flying by his ear. Kuronue watched the little foxling scramble back inside to lie next to Kurama and began—what he assumed—to peep his tale to Kurama about Hiei's abuse.
"You," Hiei turned his stone glare to the unwanted demon beside him. "Go away."
Kuronue sat back, folding his long arms behind his head, getting comfortable despite the obvious dismissal of his company. "Nah, I think I'll sit right here."
Hiei was tempted to grab his blade and slit the fool's throat just for being a nuisance but thought against it. The last time he'd come close to doing away with the buffoon's life the Youko had interfered. As much as it'd pleasure him to wipe that smug look of this raven's face, he decided instead to stand and go off to another suitable place for peace and quiet.
But ten paces going down the mountain side, the smell of lavender and musk hadn't lacked in distance. The further he went so did the smell. "Now who's the lost puppy?" He threw over his shoulder to the floating Kuronue.
Kuronue flipped over the Koorime, grinning from ear to ear. "Ah come on Pige, why do you have t—"
At the slipped nickname, two cerise eyes minimized. "What did you call me?"
"What? Pige—whoa,"
Whatever Kuro meant to say shut off automatically when the slick feel of polished steel pressed under his chin and pressured heaviness weighed down on his shoulders. Out of his peripheral, the point of Hiei's chin right next to his temple, as he crouched overhead. Hiei pressed the paper thin edge close as he whispered in the large pointed appendage by his lips. "Think twice before calling me that again," he whispered.
Kuronue lifted an eyebrow as a seductive smile played on his face. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind . . . Pige."
In a surprised gruntled gasp, Hiei was suddenly on his stomach, his right arm curled in a bone breaking angle behind his back and his own sword curved against his throat. Hiei snarled viciously, scratching his only free hand in the thick dirt under his face. This damn fool had tricked him. One minute he had the advantage and the next instant, this, this thing had him pinned to the ground like captured prey.
"Now then," Kuronue licked his lips, "Pige, I think I deserve an apology."
"Go…to hell—ugh!" His left arm bent back further in a crackled warning. Hiei struggled for what felt like minutes under the damning hold, saddling his back, thoughts running a mile a minute. Thinking fast before his arm cracked in half, Hiei pulled his leg inward, kicking off the crouch balance of Kuronue's right ankle. The surprised move caught the Chimera off guard for only three seconds—that was all Hiei needed to knock the sword out of his hand and deliver a razor punch to Kuronue's jaw, slamming him to the ground. Before he knew what hit him, Kuronue was on his back, the sword back under his chin with a spunky Koorime saddling his chest, looking down at him with the cutest hatred blazing in his eyes. Truth be told if Hiei killed him right now, he'd happy as they came.
The flicker of desire wasn't missed this time. Hiei clicked his lips at the perverted nitwit and pressed his sword dangerously close, drawing a drop of blood in silent warning.
"Ok, ok, ok I give." Kuro held up his hands in surrender the best he could with a playful smile on his face.
A second later Hiei hopped back, sword already returned to its sheath. Kuronue sat up, a little of his pride bruised but nonetheless he was intrigued by the skill the little pigeon possessed. That had been the most fun he'd had in a while. The rest of the guys were either too easy or paid no mind to his playful desire to spar cleverly. The only two who had ever caught him off guard like that before had been Yoko and Yomi but their duties always kept them busy.
"Hmm," He hummed his approval at the retreating Koorime going back up to the cavern entrance. This could be fun.
When braced his back against the wall, folding his arms Yoko came out to inspect whatever damage possibly inflicted and saw nothing too worrisome from either demon. Kuronue fluttered to landing next to him and bowed. "Hey Chief, told everybody about the meeting like ya ordered."
Yoko gave a slight nod. "Has Yomi already left to prepare the Meet Up?"
"Yea, he was already on his way."
Good. The sooner they got this over with the sooner he could return to finish mending the human's wounds. "Hiei," He looked down at the quiet demon. "Shuichi's recovered enough to speak if you want to see him."
"Hn." Fat chance of that happening. Hiei flitted off in the next blink.
"Guess that's a no?" Kuro voiced, scratching his hair, staring at the space that once held a five foot Koorime.
"He'll be back," Smiled Yoko. "For now we need to go to the underground. I want this done by mid moon." Yoko leapt over the cliff's edge without hesitation, landing soundlessly on each available post.
Kuronue looked in the direction Hiei took off in, tempted to follow but thought against it and flew off to follow his Chief.

The moon's ominous glow flashed against the flaps of a shadowy figure's robs as from one branch to the next he leapt, confidently landing on each without a moment's worry. Hiei crouched low to his hunches, at the lowest point of the fortress watching the Youko and Chimera scale down the fortress. From his view point he could see them heading toward the center of the territory where the one called Kuronue looked left and right before tapping the ground with his foot.
Suddenly a large trap door flipped from under the ground and he hopped inside, Yoko stood there looking inside before quickly snapping his head straight up to where Hiei sat hidden. Hiei knew the fox could smell him near, and Hiei knew the Youko wasn't going to ask it aloud to join their meet up when he finished up returning to check on the human—as he predicted.
"Damn." Hiei rolled his eyes at the clever fox and tore off up the fortress path, knowing those hazel eyes were watching his every step.

"Eeep. Eeep. Ahhh. Oop!"
"You don't say?"
"Eeep. Oop. Mmm. Mmm. Eeep. Eeep. Eeep."
"I never knew that. That's very interesting."
Kisa rolled on his back, clapping his feet and wiggling his arms in the air playfully asking for a belly rub. Kurama obliged the kits request, running the tips of his fingers over the plump tummy, charmed by the delightful giggles and gurgled hums of being caressed so gently. Kisa grabbed the tickling hand, bringing the fingers up to his button lips and nibbled on the longest one with his baby teeth. With all of the entertaining peacefulness, the two hardly noticed the shadowy figure standing near, watching the interaction before making his presence known.
Kisa turned upside down when he heard those familiar boots hitting the ground and yelped happily dashing over to latch on his friend's leg. Hiei, as usual, let the pup do as he pleased with his naked bottom sitting flat on his boot. Kisa squealed when he was lifted with each step, nuzzling his nose in the puffed pants leg. He couldn't contain his childlike giggling and laughing from the silly ride until Hiei shooed him off.
Kurama gathered the pup in his arms, and tugged a nearby blanket to cover his nudity. "I see you came."
Hiei sat about ten feet away, drawing one leg up, head turned outside.
While Kisa went back to making a meal out of Kurama's fingers, the human sighed, "Thank you for coming to my aid earlier."
"Little Fool was in danger. Don't get it twisted. It was him I saved. You just happened to be in the same place."
"Of course."
Silence followed soon after. Nothing needing to be said between the other yet Kurama knew why Hiei was there with him. It was his own primitive way of offering what he could to quench Kurama's request. The one whispered before he left him in the tree. A companion. Despite the quietness, the fact he was near actually dulled all of it away to nothing. The grind of ringing silence vanished to be swallowed by the breathing one, two three. Three people. It was enough to bring a secret smile to Kurama's slightly bruised face.
Hiei happened to witness the hidden smirk in the spotlight of the moon's inner glow and thought—well nothing too seriously life altering—but in some small way, felt satisfied to see that tiny grin. And all it took to bring out that expression of relief was just being near. Just being in the human's company, pleased him. Such a simplistic creature, he was. Far from the stories of how humans sort out greed and wealth to sate their lust for power and glory.
Hiei shook his head free of the nonsense and abruptly stood to take his leave.
The same smile remained through the moon's glow until the cast of clouds hide it away from the world's eyes. "Thank you . . . Hiei."
Said demon stopped in his tracks, hands in his pockets as he glanced over his shoulder to see the moon's shine return that smile. One that actually appreciated his tiny offer. And in a way, it almost mattered. Almost. The smile stayed real and true until Hiei returned it with a grunt and shot out the cave.
Kurama chuckled looking down at the napping kit still sleepily sucking his fingers. "I guess he'll be staying a little longer Kisa." With that little bit whispered to the kits ears a childlike smile appeared on the Kisa's bubble face as he snuggled in Kurama's stomach, content to sleep.

Yomi was lucky. The meeting revolved around nothing concerning the events that took place earlier, which worked perfectly for him since he didn't have time for an investigation. The meeting was based on the organizing plot for targeting the northern queen for her lovely treasures. It was going to be a tough one since none of them had seen the so called 'secret' method Yoko mentioned three days ago.
Supposedly there was another who could move as fast as Yoko to help with the steal. Whenever that was—
Tap, tap, tap.
"What the hell?" Yomi grumbled, looking around at the men below. There wasn't supposed to be any later arrivals. He did a quick count of the membership and was pretty sure that everyone was down below. Yes all of them were down here. So who the hell was that?
Yoko caught Yomi's eye, jerking his head for him to answer. Apparently whoever it was wasn't much of threat if the Chief wasn't too worried. So Yomi told his group to study the pathways drawn on his maps and went to investigate the drop door.
Kuronue chuckled reaching in his pocket for three gold coins and flipped each one to his boss. He'd lost that bet. His Little Pige had come after all.
Yomi climbed up the ladder, grumbling under his breath about who it was, why the hell they decided to come this late, and cursed their very existence until finally reaching the top and punching the wooden door open. The door flopped backwards crunching the snow covered ground and Yomi popped his head up to look around. Nothing. He rolled his eyes and jumped out to investigate, placing his hands on his hips seeing nothing in every angle.
But when the scent of burning spices filled his nostrils, Hiei was already behind him, eyes glowing a sharp scarlet in the pitch black. "Tell the Youko I'm here."
Yomi lifted an eyebrow, shaking his head amused. "So," He began turning around to see the supposed speeder. "You must be the one Yoko was talking about." When he turned around and saw the little sprite's dark silhouette he nearly laughed at the childish size.
But when the moon returned to her rightful position in the sky to give her beautiful glow on brother earth, Yomi hadn't expected to see a face, that looked like that.

TBC: ^_^ I'm bad.
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