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“GET HIM
OUT OF HERE!”
Yusuke stared the small redheaded demoness standing in front of him, her posture the picture
of pissyness; arms crossed under her petit bosom,
legs planted firmly on the ground.
Yusuke was definitely intimidated by the scowling she-demon.
“That bad, huh?” He
asked. Mukuru
snarled in response.
“HE’S DONE
MORE DAMNAGE TO MY ARMY THEN YOMI HAS EVER DONE! OR EVER COULD FOR THAT MATTER. HE WONT SLEEP, HE KILLS ANYONE WHO BREATHS TO
LOUDLY WITHIN MILES OF HIS PERSON, AND I. WANT. TO. RING. HIS. NECK.
Yusuke was
now in mourning for his poor eardrums.
This was going to be a fun morning.
“Join the
club, we’ve got jackets.” Yusuke’s joke
was lost on Mukuro who raised an eyebrow at him. “Never mind.”
“Before you
go and drag off my deranged second in command, I would like to know exactly
what happened between him and his fox err, vixen.”
“How much
do you already know?” Yusuke asked.
“Just that
she is expecting Yomi’s offspring. Hiei hasn’t said a word about him . . . her
since he returned. He has just been on a
war path.”
“Kurama
returned from Yomi in piss poor shape.
She was healed but out of it for a while and attacked Yukina. When the doctor came he told Kurama that she
was expecting twins, gave her a clean bill of health, told her to gain some
weight and left. After the doctor left
Hiei tried to talk Kurama in to aborting her kits. They got in a fight, insults were exchanged
he slapped her and left.”
Mukuro
blinked in disbelief. Could Hiei really
be that utterly stupid? “All that happened the day she came back half dead from
Yomi?” Yusuke nodded. “What an imbecile! Trying to convince an emotionally distraught Youko
bitch to destroy her kits, I didn’t think he could stoop to such a level of
utter stupidity.”
“Why? How is it so hard for you to imagine Hiei
acting like an ass?”
“Because he
is so completely obsessed with that fox that it sickens me.”
“If he
loves her so much then why did he leave her?”
“Because that’s the only thing he
knows how to do. He is scared that
Kurama is going to continue to be ripped out of his grasp by Yomi, even more so
now that she carries his bastards. It
seems to me that, from Hiei’s point of view, every time he allows himself to
get close to someone they are for some reason or another pulled from his life. You must keep in mind that Hiei’s first
experience of life was being treated as a bad omen and then abandoned. So that is how Hiei appears to himself, a
horribly bad omen that should not be allowed to live, and at one point in his
life he longed for death. He stays out of his sister’s life for that very
reason, he feels unworthy of her and now he believes that, despite how much he
cares for Kurama-san, it is in her best interest to be rid of his presence.”
Yusuke blinked in shock. His shock quickly turned to rage.
“Why is everyone trying to stop me
from beating the shit of that little bastard?
Everyone is on his side, yet Kurama is a hair’s breathe away from
falling in to a coma and nearly lost her Kits, AGAIN.”
Mukuro
blinked at Yusuke’s outburst.
“What is
wrong with Kurama-san?”
“Her
stomach is rejecting food and every time she tries to go to sleep she is
plagued by Night Terrors of Yomi killing her kits. The doctor has her on an IV so that she can
be fed intravenously and warned us that if her body doesn’t get sleep soon she
will go into a coma.”
Mukuro
snorted thoughtfully, “I was wondering why you came here to get Hiei.”
“If he
can’t or won’t do anything to help Kurama I have permission to kill.”
“Who is
standing up for him back in the NingenKai? His sister, perhaps?”
“Nope,
quite the opposite, it is the person who Hiei despises the most; his sister’s
lover.”
“The redheaded buffoon?”
“That’s the
one. Though Yukina was the one to
originally suggest I come to find Hiei, she firmly believes that he still loves
Kurama and will come back if asked.”
“Oh to be that naïve.”
Mukuro said in a half wistful half mocking tone.
“What are
you talking about?” Yusuke asked. “You just said yourself that he loves
Kurama.”
“I said
that he loves her, I never said that he would go back to her. At least not willingly.”
“If he
doesn’t come back you are going to have to find a new second in command.”
Mukuro let
a fake thoughtful look grace the natural side of her face.
“Perhaps I’ll look into recruiting
the Koorime.”
She gave Yusuke a wink with her good eye.
“What was that?!?” Yusuke placed a dramatic hand over his lips. He didn’t have to fake the baffled look on
his face. “Could it be? Yes I think it was. A joke!
A joke from the infamous Bionic Bitch herself! What is this world coming to?”
“Scary isn’t it?” Mukuro quipped causing both the demons to
start laughing. Yusuke decided that it
was alright for him to take a small moment to just laugh, he hadn’t had much
time to do so lately, it felt nice. The laughing stopped as abruptly as it
started and Yusuke asked for directions to Hiei.
“He is most likely in his room. Down the hall,” she pointed to the dimly lit
hall behind the dark haired demon, “Three lefts, two stair cases going up, then
it’s the fifth door on your right. I’ll
send drinks up to let him know I approve of you presence here; plus it’ll
really piss him off.”
Yusuke bowed and left.
::ten
minutes later::
“GO AWAY!”
“Well ‘hello’ to you too,
Hiei.” Yusuke gave the small demon a
cheeky smile then proceeded to make himself
comfortable on his friend’s bed.
“Get out.” Hiei snarled, not even turning from his usual
place on the windowsill.
“Sorry can’t. I was invited for tea and it would be very
rude for me to leave.” His cheeky smile
grew wider. “I don’t like being rude, Hiei.”
“Get. Out.”
“No,” Yusuke had decided that he
was going to be as calm as possible; he wasn’t going to fight, and he wasn’t
going to yell . . . well that was the plan at least. Yusuke knew that his patience was almost
nonexistent at this point. To tell the
truth, he was ready to flip the moment he walked through the door into Hiei’s
room and was presented with the small demon’s slender back. His mind flashed back to Kurama and how she
looked when he had left, skin sickly looking and hanging off her bones causing
her to appear like a starved corpse. A
corpse with sunken and miserable eyes, dull green orbs that usually gleamed
with more spark than any true emerald could never possess. Yet, Hiei was saved yet again from feeling
Yusuke’s wrath, only this time it wasn’t by a redheaded person.
Puu was
waiting patiently outside to make sure that Yusuke would be able to keep his
calm. The Spirit Beast had used their
perfected mental link to send Yusuke a different image of Kurama; it was one of
before Yomi had even entered the picture at all. It was the night Yusuke had found out that
Genkai had been the Masked Fighter in the Dark Tournament and she was giving
him her Spirit Orb. Puu
had spent the night in the hotel room with all the others members of their
little rat pack as they tried not to think about where their friend had gotten
to or more importantly, WHAT he had gotten himself
into. Yukina had retired to the bed room
Kurama had offered her, Keiko and Botan had already
passed out some time ago followed by Kuwabara and Shizuru who was finally
snoring softly from her place on the foot rest.
Puu was wrapped in Keiko’s arms like a teddy
bear, but he wasn’t asleep his Spirit Mate was in too much pain for the small
creature to sleep. From his position on
the large couch the tiny beast could see Kurama as he lounged across from him
on the other couch. Large chocolate
brown eyes followed the fox as he stood up walking to each of the lamps to turn
them off before he joined Hiei at the window.
The full moon was casting a silvery
glow directly into the large window. The
two figures bathed in moonlight talked in hushed voices before Kurama pulled
the protesting fire demon from his position, hunched over hugging his knees,
into his slender arms and flipped their positions so he could sit on the
windowsill with Hiei securely in his lap.
The small demon gave token struggles but soon quieted when Kurama
pressed their lips together in a tender kiss.
Hiei grumbled as he nuzzled his cheek to Kurama’s slender chest. Kurama only smiled tenderly and rested his
own cheek on top of Hiei’s head. It was it
was one of the last moments both of them had blissful smiles gracing their
serene faces.
Puu was
doing his job quite well; he reminded of Kurama’s feelings toward the ornery
fire youkai in front of him and succeeded in calming
Yusuke down, at least for the moment.
Hiei had yet to acknowledge his companion’s presence but that was okay,
Yusuke wasn’t in any hurry. Hiei was
going to hear what he had to say wither he wanted to listen or not.
There was a knock at the door;
Yusuke bade the person on the other side to enter while Hiei snarled to his
reflection in the window. A small
slender demoness entered with slow cautious
steps. She placed a tray of tea on a
table at the foot of Hiei’s bed, handed Yusuke a cup then turned her eyes
hesitantly to meet Hiei’s enraged gaze.
Yusuke shooed her out of the room, promising to make sure Hiei got his
share of the goods.
“Want some, Hiei?” Yusuke took a sip of his tea. “It’s really good.”
“I’d rather choke on my own vomit.”
“Suit yourself. Personally I think stuff will taste better
but, hey don’t let me stop you.”
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes
turned to half an hour. Finally, Hiei
was fed up with Yusuke’s presence.
“If you’re not going to tell me why
you’re here then leave.”
“You really want to know why I’m here?” Yusuke asked.
“No. But the sooner you get whatever it is you
want to say off your chest the sooner you will be to leave. You have already over stayed your welcome,
considering you never had one to begin with.”
“I thought you might be interested
to know that Kurama faring rather well considering she went into labor. But if you’re really not interested
then…”
Yusuke let his words trail off, he
sat back on Hiei’s bed trying to feign casualness while letting the information
sink into Hiei’s sleep deprived mind.
His words has enticed his friend, it was obvious to see by the way the
small demon tensed, his eyebrows melding together in the middle of his forehead
and disappearing under the bandana like ward that was always worn across his Jagan eye.
“You lie!” Hiei snapped.
“How stupid do you take me to be?
Kurama isn’t due to whelp for a few months yet.”
Yusuke shrugged and sipped his
drink, still doing his best to coax the sleep deprived demon to let his true
feelings show; even if it was just a mere glimpse, a dammed spark for a few
moments. Any reaction other than stoicness would be welcomed right about now.
“I never said that she went into
labor naturally.” The young demon left
it at that. It took all he had not to
let his emotions show. He wanted to
cheer at the curious look that Hiei wore on his face. The look clearly bordered on worry. Their gazes met for a moment before Hiei’s
concerned eyes hardened once more.
“So are they dead?”
“They?”
“Yomi’s bastards.”
“NO Kurama’s KITS at the moment are
alive.” Yusuke felt his delicate façade
crumbling quickly. Puu
tired to help by sending him a picture of dancing Cabbits
but the former detective shrugged it off.
“As I said earlier, it wasn’t a natural labor. Yukina was able to stop the
contractions. If Kurama would have been
forced to give birth they all would have died.
The kits are far too young to survive out side of Kurama’s womb and
Kurama wouldn’t have been able to handle the strain of giving birth.”
“Che, death from a broken heart.” Hiei rolled his eyes, his voice mocking and
disgusted.
Within the space of two seconds
Hiei found himself torn from the windowsill then slammed against the nearest
wall.
“Kurama hasn’t been able to sleep
nor keep anything in her stomach for weeks now.
Her body can’t take the strain of birth!
The whole reason she went into labor was because she fainted and smacked
off the fucking coffee table! Right now
she is this far,” Yusuke pinched his forefinger and thumb together in front of
Hiei’s face with one hand while the other held the small demon to the wall by
his neck. “From going
into a coma. She’s dying damn
you! And all you can think about is wither or not the babies she cherishes are dead!”
“What exactly is wrong with
her?” Hiei asked a moment after he was
dropped to the floor.
Yusuke sighed and flopped down on
Hiei’s bed, apparently exhausted by his outburst.
“She is having horrible nightmares,
more specifically ‘Night Terrors. Kurama
can’t sleep for more than fifteen minutes without waking up screaming.”
“Why can’t she eat?”
“Common pregnancy
ailment; Hormones are causing her stomach to reject food AND turning her into
an over emotional basket case!”
Though Hiei had no idea what a
‘basket case’ was. He was certain that it was good.
“Be that as it may, I am not going
back.”
With that statement Yusuke’s eyes
widened to thrice their normal size. His
hands clenched compulsively at the bedcovers.
Hiei got the impression that Yusuke was fighting with himself not to
smash him against the wall again. The
taller demon opened his mouth to say something but Hiei cut him off.
“If Kurama wants to bear offspring
now that it is easier and more natural for her body to do so, then she can
choose a male who won’t constantly beat and rape her to get herself
impregnated.”
“Yomi would go after those kits,
too” Yusuke informed his small friend.
“It doesn’t matter who fathers them.”
“Nice try, Kurama said herself that
Yomi was going to destroy his bastards when the midwife decided that Kurama was
healed enough to abort them.”
“Ah but that’s where the story
twists my dear Hiei. You didn’t stay
around long enough to get the whole story.
Yomi hadn’t expected Kurama to conceive so quickly after being transformed. He always planned on getting Kurama knocked up,
he was just sick of dealing with the complications of this particular
pregnancy. These kits are expendable to
him because Yomi was not ready to give up his whore.
Yusuke watched with mild
satisfaction as Hiei bristled upon hearing Kurama being referred to as a
whore. The small demon glared daggers in
Yusuke’s direction.
“Fine.” Hiei snapped.
“You have succeeded in capturing my attention. What is Yomi’s plan
for his bastard offspring?”
“Do you know what a Fur Farm is,
Hiei?”
Hiei blinked a blank expression
into Yusuke’s gaze. He shook his head
slightly.
“Surly you know what a Farm is,
right? A place where animals are raised
for the purpose of slaughter for their meat or for the milk or wool they
produce. A Fur Farm isn’t much
different. The creatures raised in Fur
Farms as animals that have unique coats: minks, chinchillas .
. . foxes. All of them are born
and raised in tiny overcrowded cages and killed once their coats are at their
peak, which is usually around nine months of age for foxes. They are killed by being beaten to death,
poisoned, having their necks snapped, though the most common method is
electrocution. After that they are
skinned and made into various items- coats, capes, wallets, hats . . . I’m sure
you get the idea.”
Yusuke paused to take in the
startled gaze Hiei had locked on him.
After a moment he continued.
“Yomi decided that he wanted a
Youko skin coat, cape, rug . . . you name it he wants it. His plan was to make Kurama into a broodmare
or perhaps a ‘Broodvixen’ would be the proper term in
this situation; starting a cycle of knocking Kurama up and taking the kits away
the moment they left the safe confines of her womb. The next time Kurama would see her babies
would be a few months later when Yomi decided to butcher her children and skin
them; all the while forcing Kurama to watch.
That is what she sees every time she closes her eyes.”
A nasty
snarl rose upon Hiei’s lips, for a moment Yusuke let
his hopes rise. Though he was sorely
disappointed when Hiei simply grunted ‘Disgusting goat!’ and turned to once
again face his reflection in the window.
“She needs
you to come back.”
Hiei
blinked at his reflection before turning to Yusuke. “Huh?”
“Your might
be the only one who can help her through those night terrors. You and your Jagan
eye, that is.”
“No. I can’t go back, I won’t go back. Kurama can get through this on her own. She
survived for hundreds of years without my interference and for all I care she
can continue to do so for thousands more.”
Hiei could see that Yusuke didn’t like his answer; he made a move to
speak again but Hiei, who had obviously been keeping this tucked away for a
while. “Kurma
wants a father for her kits, one that will care for them the same way she
does. I can’t accept Yomi’s
bastards as my own. Kurama deserves a
person who will love her and her kits as much as she does.”
“You can’t
accept them or you won’t?”
“Both. They are bastards conceived by rape. They should be destroyed rather than being
brought into a world that will scorn them for what they are.”
“So let me
get this straight, if they were your children being constantly threatened by
Yomi and Kurama’s ailing health then would you feel the need to do help?”
“That is
irrelevant. Kurama would never dream of
bearing my get. Nor did I ever want
children. Who would want to conceive the
offspring of a Koori-“
“Oh
please!” Yusuke exploded, jumping from Hiei’s bed this time it caused his teacup to go flying to
shatter against the wall. “Spare me the ‘woe
is me – my life sucks’ act cause frankly, Hiei, it’s getting old.”
Hiei opened
his mouth to voice his displeasure but Yusuke cut him off.
“Shut
up! I’m talking now and listening. What makes you think that you’re not worthy
of everyone? Well, let me fill you in on
a little tidbit, how do you think the other Koorimes
feel about Yukina right now? She was
raised on their little floating icy paradise and SHE chose to leave. She never plans on returning either. That makes her scum, but
wait; she took a ningen for a lover. Dear god to them she’s lower than scum.
“That gets
Yukina out of the way, now for Kurama.
I’m going to ask you again, Why do you think
you’re so unworthy of her?”
Hiei stared
at the dark haired youth in front of him totally flabbergasted. Yusuke took his silence as a signal to keep
rambling.
“See Kuama started out before you were even conceived as a
thief; a heartless thief that would kill any one who strayed into his
path. Next, he was killed and chose to
be reborn as a human, instant scum. Then
he was summoned to and forced to assist a demon, whom, years ago, Kurama sent
an assassin to kill. Now this scum is a
laughing stock. Yomi decides that he
wants to bang Kurama. The fox declines
because he is quite happy with his current lover: You. So Yomi did what he does best and somehow
kidnaps Kurama to use for his sadistic pleasures. In short, he turns Kurama into a whore. And we all know that whores are lower than
low, she is a speck away from being nothing from being nothing. And if you don’t think that that very thought
isn’t constantly nagging at Kurama, that that uncaring ‘I can get over it’
façade she puts up isn’t slowly but surly crumbling, you are fucking
wrong. You called Kurama a shore to her
face, backhanded her and left. You; the second in command to a Makai
lord. You are practically a god
compared to the rest of the Makai and you basically
told Kurama that you didn’t think she was anything more than a knocked up
whore.”
“If you
refer to her as a whore one more time I will kill you!” Hiei was finally at the point Yusuke
wanted. His crimson eyes were blazing
with anger that Yusuke had send spark and grow through his whole outburst.
“Why?” He asked.
“You started it all! You fought
with her, telling her to destroy the kits she cherishes. You left her when she needed you the
most. You were the one who basically
said ‘you won’t do what I want so fuck you, you aren’t worth my time.’ You started this whole mess and you might be
the only one who can fix it. I’m leaving
now and if you don’t come with me and Kurama or her kits die I will be back for
your head. Okay, I’m done talking now.”
Yusuke
turned, walked three strides then stopped and pivoted. In four long strides he was at Hiei’s side.
“No, I have
one more thing to say. Kurama loves
you. But your right, I don’t think you
deserve Kurama but not because of who you are but because of how stupid and
ungrateful you are. She loved you when
you were nothing but an abandoned Koorime bastard and
she still loves you even now. And if you’re
willing to give that up then you are insane.
All Kurama wants is to be in your arms again. I should know because for the past month I’ve
held held her while she cried herself to sleep. I’ve been at her side when she’s bent over
heaving everything out of her stomach.
And I’ve been awake all the nights she called out to you in her sleep.”
Yusuke
turned this time he was finished. He was
ready to leave. When Hiei fell into step
behind him Yusuke had to stop himself from jumping for joy.
“I’ll come
with you to make sure she doesn’t die.
Other than that I make no promises.”
“I don’t
care if you take a pleasure cruse to Timbuktu
as long as Kurama is alive to see you off.”
“Hn.” They made their way through the hallway when
they got to the staircase Hiei started up them instead of down. “You might be interested in seeing this
before you leave.”
“What is
it?”
Hiei didn’t
answer. He just kept climbing.
::Back at the Temple::
After
Yusuke left Kurama had stayed relatively quite.
Kuwabara and Genkai had taken turns staying by the vixen’s side. After
the third hysteric outburst Genkai decided that leaving the room wasn’t worth
the effort. She could only pray that
Yusuke was able to convince Hiei to come back, hopefully they both would be
back soon. Yukina had wanted to help as well, but the
whole situation was scaring her beyond belief the poor Koorime’s nerves were
practically shot, so Keiko had shown up in the earliest hours of dawn to take
her friend into the city to stay with her for a few days. Shizuru was in turn worried about the lack of
man power, so she stayed incase she was needed, plus with Genkai and Kuwabara stuck in with Kurama somebody
had to cook. . . much to her brother’s displeasure. Shizuru never was much of a chef.
It was right
about noon when the next hysteric
attack started. For some reason this one
was different. Usually, the attack would start out with Kurama tossing her head
from side to side and moaning then escalating from there, this time, however,
with a deep guttural cry Kurama’s whole body seemed to jump two feet off the
bed. Instantly the two tired ningens
jumped into action Genkai straddled the vixen’s long legs with both hands on
either side of her pelvis while Kuwabara held her to his chest, moments later
Shizuru all but flew in to hold down Kurama’s arm. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it was
over.
Kuwabara
blinked at Genkai in confusion, but Genkai and Shizuru both saw something that,
due to his position, Kuwabara couldn’t see.
Kurama’s dazed emerald eyes had snapped wide open. Her panicked eyes darted around the room, she
couldn’t figure out where she was or who was holding her down. Kurama frantically fought against the people
holding her down until she could make out the words being cooed into her ear.
“Kuwabara?” She rasped
out, her voice trembling and confused.
“Yea it’s
me.” The carrot top answered,
his voice a low and soothing tone.
“Let me
up! Please let me go!” Immediately she was released. The frightened vixen scooted away from her
three worried friends, pulling the tube attached to arm as far as she
dared. She took deep breaths calming
breaths before she glared at the three people standing at the foot of her bed. “What the hell is going on?”
“Since, oh
around one last night, you wouldn’t wake up when you started having your
nightmares. You have been thrashing in
your sleep and we have stayed here to make sure that you didn’t tear the needle
out of your arm which could cause you to rip your vein and bleed to
death.” Genkai explained calmly, the old
woman was totally unfazed by Kurama’s snappish tones, why should she be angered
when Kurama had just woken up from a intense nightmare of being tortured by
Yomi to find herself being held down to a bed by three other people, that would
make any one upset.
Kurama
looked baffled by what she was just told.
She allowed herself to inch closer to the people who obviously cared a
great deal about her. It was then she
realized that there were a few people missing.
“Where is
Yusuke?” Her eyes darting around looking
for the one person who was truly comforting, the same demon who was the only
person she wanted to see at the moment was no where to be found. Kurama felt abandoned again. She looked up to Kuwabara, a lump forming in
her throat; she wanted to ask ‘What had I done this time?’ ‘Why did he leave me, too?’ But she couldn’t seem to make her voice work.
Damn pregnant people hormones!!! Stupid mood
swings!! Kuwabara cursed. He knelt down on the bed and gathered Kurama
into his strong arms. “He’s been here
with you for a month, Kura-chan. He had
to leave to take care of some business with the shop. He should be back late tonight or early
tomorrow morning. Do you wanna call him? He
made sure his phone was charged incase you needed him.”
“No, it’s
alright.” Kurama pushed back her
emotions enough to answer her concerned friend.
“It would be extremely rude for me to call. He has been with me for a long time and I’m
not even his wife or anything like that.
He should take a break from me.
Besides he should spend some time with Keiko, she must miss him. I know what its like not to be able to be
with your mate.”
“Okay,
first off, he didn’t want to leave your side even for a moment. Second you don’t have to be his mate or his
wife for him to worry about you and want to be with you when you need him. And third, Yukina is with Keiko right now. So
even if he wanted to spend time with Keiko he couldn’t. And you couldn’t ever
be rude to Yusuke, he practically invented the word, you’re just lonely and he
is familiar to you. There is nothing to
get upset about.”
Now Kurama
felt like an idiot. She buried her face
in Kuwabara’s neck. “Dammit all!”
She screamed into his flesh. Kuwabara
rubbed large circles over Kurama’s slender shoulders. After another muffled scream found made its
way through the fabric of Kuwabara’s shirt Kurama lifted her head and placed it
upon her friend’s broad shoulder. When
Kurama’s breathing calmed down and became even Kuwabara could have sworn that
the vixen had fallen asleep, that was until Kurama arched her back with a hiss
of pain. A slender hand started rubbing
at her lower back.
“What’s up,
Kura-chan?”
“Cramp in my back.” Kurama
sighed. “No matter what I do it never
goes away. No matter what position I’m
in it still stays there.”
“Why didn’t
you say so?” Kuwabara lifted Kurama off
the bed and placed her on the floor. He
instructed his friend to get down on her knees and lean her upper body over the
bed. Kurama gave the carrot top a
skeptical look but did as she was told.
A moment later Kuwabara joined the vixen with a bottle of lotion in
hand; he placed the bottle on the floor so he could help Kurama out of her
oversized tee-shirt. Kurama shivered
when the cool lotion met her skin, she moaned a moment later when Kuwabara’s
large hands soothed the lotion all around the smooth skin of Kurama’s
back. Then moved down to the small of
her back and rhythmically rubbed with his thumbs on either side of the vixen’s
spine.
A soft snore sounded out through
out the otherwise silent room, Kuwabara smiled at Kurama’s back while he
continued to gently work the knots out of her flesh; he only stopped almost an
hour later when Shizuru came in with his only slightly burnt lunch. Kuwabara made a face made a face after the
two siblings worked together to put Kurama’s huge shirt back on and moved the
vixen back on to her bed.
“If you
don’t like it the kitchen is open, little man!
Go make yourself some food.”
Shizuru hissed and rapped her knuckles lightly over her brother’s head.
“I’d really
rather not burn down the kitchen, thanks.”
Kuwabara dug into his charcoal meal.
Shizuru
snorted and sat down next to her brother on the side of the bed. The young woman had her eyes turned to Kurama
so that she wouldn’t have to see the faces her brother was making . . . her
cooking wasn’t THAT bad.
A small
gasp caught Kuwabara’s attention.
“Look!” His sister hissed
excitedly. The carrot-top was preparing
to drop his plate to hold down a struggling Kurama; yet Kurama slept steadily
on. Kuwabara turned his confused gaze
onto his sister. “Just keep looking.”
she snapped.
So Kuwabara
turned his gaze back to Kurama. Finally
after what felt like an eternity, a ripple of movement at the crest of Kurama’s
engorged abdomen caught Kuwabara’s attention.
He stared at the place where, due to some of the fabric being caught
under the sleeping vixen, the oversized tee shirt was pulled tightly across the
swell of growing babies. The action was
repeated as the babies moved within the tight confines of Kurama’s womb. Kuwabara smiled at his sister who returned it
happily then placed a slender hand over the spot.
“They’re
moving!” She whispered excitedly. “Do you think they’re going to be okay? Kurama and the kits, I mean?”
“Of course
they will!” Kuwabara answered firmly
with out any trace of doubt. His hand
joined Shizuru’s on Kurama’s tummy. “Kurama is one of the strongest people I
know. And you have to remember that the
kit’s father is the only youkai alive that has EVER
beaten Urameshi in a fight. Those kits are going to be quite a handful.”
Kurama
sighed softly and shifted in her sleep.
Both Shizuru and Kuwabara snatched their hands back from Kurama’s tummy
as if they had been shocked. Kuwabara
turned back to his meal while Shizuru smoothed Kurama’s scarlet bangs out of
her face.
::back in the Makai::
Yusuke had
followed Hiei up three more flights of stairs and was
currently cursing every single one of them under his breath. The sounds of their footsteps sounded loudly as
they echoed through the large room.
Yusuke looked at the aisles of large hollow glass tubes that were all around
him, wondering exactly where his short friend had brought him also what was so
direly important for him to see. Hiei suddenly stopped in front of a one of the tubes
actually the only tube that was filled with some sort of liquid and
glowing. His mind stood blank for a
moment before a double take was in order.
“Shura!?! What happened to him? He looks like shit . . . no scratch that he
looks worse than shit!”
“Do you
really need me to tell you who did that to him?
He was the one who let Kurama go right under Yomi’s
nose.”
“I didn’t
want to revive him.” Mukuro’s
voice rang softly through the huge empty room, startling both Yusuke and Hiei. “Though Hiei insisted that I do so.
It’s a miracle that we were able to save his leg. That and his wounds were festering. He’ll bear most of those scars for the rest
of his life but, at least he will live to scorn his father another day.”
“If you
really don’t want him here, then I’ll take him as soon as he recovers. He can stay with Hokushin
until he knows what he wants to do.”
“You’ll
trust him?”
Yusuke
nodded immediately without the slightest hint of hesitation.
“He went
through all of this for Kurama. He
deserves to have the favor repaid.”
Mukuro gave
a thoughtful nod. “He is welcome here on
the condition that he can prove that he will not betray me or anyone else under
me. His heart seems true enough. I’ll be in contact with you upon his
recovery. But,” She turned to Hiei. “As for you my
dear second in command; I do not want to see your face back here until either I
am in need of you or you can bring me one full photo album-whatever the hell
those are- of each of Kurama-san’s kits. Do I make myself clear?”
“Surly you
jest?”
“Try
me.” Mukuro crossed her arms under her
petite bosom and frowned. I don’t care
if you accept those kits; I don’t care if you claim Kurama-san, but you will
not be allowed back in my presence if you return on bad terms with that
vixen. I cant
loose any more of my army, Jaganshi!”
“Che.”
“I will
take that as ‘Yes, my lady. I will not
disappoint you or my mate.’”
For that
Mukuro received a cold glare. That glare
was returned in full by the demoness until Hiei broke it. He
turned and snapped.
“Let’s go, Urameshi!”
Yusuke smiled
at Mukuro who winked her good eye at him.
The both bowed to each other before turning and walking off in separate
directions.
I defiantly wouldn’t want to be on her bad
side. Yusuke chuckled to himself as
he followed a rather pissy Hiei
back to the god awful stairs which led to the front entrance where Puu was anxiously for his return.
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