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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
please enjoy the drama and fluffyness!! Warnings.
. . abuse of minors

Yusuke and Hiei reached the temple close to midnight later that night, which just happened to be the starting point o another panic
attack for Kurama. The vixen was making distressed whimpers against Kuwabara,
her body shuddering harshly and her hands were convulsively clutching at the
carrot-top�s shirt. Genkai was standing at the side of the bed, every muscle
in her body pulled taunt as she waited for the attack to escalate. She was
cautious, however, deciding to wait until the last possible moment to make her
move to hold down Kurama�s legs incase the vixen woke up again.
Kuwabara�s hands were rubbing large circles on Kurama�s
back while the other was holding a gentle grip on the vixen�s slender arm right
below the elbow, where it waited until it was needed.
They both gifted Yusuke with tired smiles, which
he returned with glee. Hiei walked into the room and stopped dead, his eyes
wide not wanting to believe that that trembling mass that resembled a withering
pregnant corpse held in the buffoon�s arms was really Kurama. She looked
horrible! Her skin was a sickly pale color, her gorgeous locks of scarlet hair
hung listlessly around her face . . . if it was possible for hair to look
listless Hiei wasn�t sure, but that was the only way to describe it. And those
eyes, Hiei was glad that he couldn�t see the eyes of his one time lover. He
imagined those eyes as dull grayish green where they had once glowed with an
emerald fire that the young demon had fallen in love with.
Hiei approached the bed slowly with hesitant
footsteps. He knelt slowly next to the two redheads who were the only
occupants currently on the bed. He then reached out a hand to smooth some
wisps of crimson bangs out of Kurama�s face. He turned to Yusuke with
smoldering eyes.
�How could you let her condition deteriorate
like this?�
Yusuke gaped at the small demon, his temper
barely suppressed as he answered with a growling hiss. The only factor keeping
his voice low was his determination to let Kurama stay sleeping.
�What exactly did you think I meant when I told
you that she was dying?�
Hiei snarled in reply.
Genkai was about to step in-between the two dark
haired to interrupt their fight but, Kurama stole that chance from the old
woman. The vixen let out a loud screaming �NO!� and started fighting to free
himself from Kuwabara�s grip. Kurama had been curled up with her head buried
into her friend�s chest, though when she started struggling Hiei grasped Kurama�s
hips to turn her so her long legs would stretch out and Hiei could straddle
them. Yusuke took over holding down the slender arm so that Kuwabara could
have an easier time of holding Kurama to his chest.
Once Kurama was securely held down Hiei pulled
the ward off his forehead to let his Jagan fully open; the eye pulsed as he dug
deeply into the vixen�s subconscious.
Hiei felt a horrible jolt. Moments later a
soft sound echoed about his ears and his eyes cracked open. Hiei couldn�t
figure out where he was for a long moment. He was in an upright position,
spread eagle, against a slimy stone wall that could only be that of a dungeon.
His head whipped from side to side on its own accord. Hiei tried desperately
to figure out where he was but his efforts were in vain, all he could see was
locks of red hair following the movements of his head.
Wait a minute! Red Hair . . . where did that
come from? His hair was black! Hiei shook his head to in hopes to clear his
mind but when he looked down . . . Breasts!! How the fuck did I get breasts?
He asked himself, though; he didn�t get a chance to figure it out. Out of
nowhere a dark figure loomed over the confused demon, with a swish of robes,
the figure backhanded him. Though his cheek stung, it was replaced by a burning
sensation in his Jagan. The burning was so intense the Jaganshi let out a
scream.
Hiei�s head snapped to one side a moment before
he let out a bloodcurdling scream, his small hands flying to his forehead. Hiei
toppled off of Kurama�s legs and Genkai lept to take his place. The Jaganshi
pushed himself into a kneeling position at Kurama�s side, one hand over his Jagan
and the other was holding himself up. He felt nauseous not only because of the
burning in his forehead but because of the fact that he had never been so
overwhelmed by a dream or memory like that, much less thrown from one! Some
thing was not right.
�That�s not normal.� Hiei hissed through
clenched teeth.
�That�s what I told y-� Yusuke started in an
exasperated tone.
�NO!� Hiei interrupted in with another snarl
and pointed at his reddened cheek. �Dreams are not supposed to hurt!�
A large purple bruise on Hiei�s cheek caught and
held the other�s attention. They all turned to Kurama; Yusuke lifted her chin
gently and turned it to one side so he could get a better look at her cheek,
where a similar bruise was forming.
�This has to be Yomi�s doing.�
�But, this has never happened before.� Yusuke
stated in a confused and angered voice. �Kurama never complained of physical
pain other than back cramps, leg cramps, stomach cramps . . . well just cramps
in general, but all of those are normal during pregnancy. Plus there haven�t
been any bruises before and believe me I would have seen them.�
�Perhaps,� Genkai said thoughtfully. �This is
the first time he did cause her physical pain. The psychic or psychics working
for him must have felt Hiei�s presence and did what he could to get him out of Kurama�s
mind.�
�There isn�t an ounce of unfamiliar ki coming
off of her.� Kuwabara put forth. �That psychic must be one powerful S.O.B to
be that far away and be that discreet.�
�It may also be a spell.� Yusuke all but
growled. �He seems to fancy those lately.�
�So what now?� Kuwabara asked. �Do we have to
go kill the bastard who�s doing this?�
�No.� Hiei replied, sitting up and rubbing his
temples which were still pulsing. �Now that I know what to expect I�m sure I
can defiantly overpower it. Although, you�d better get the girl in here to
take Urameshi�s place in case I�m wrong and I have to be restrained like Kurama.�
::Two minutes later::
Shizuzu had taken over Yusuke�s place at Kurama�s
elbow and the young demon was now kneeling behind Hiei. The Jaganshi closed
his eyes and let the eye flare open. No one wanted to move and it seemed as if
Kurama felt the same way, for the moment the Jagan was open she had quieted.
�If he so much as twitches,� Genkai hissed to
Yusuke. �You tackle him. If this gets much worse we�ll have to have Keiko and
Yukina here for Kurama and you and Kuwabara can take care of Hiei.�
Yusuke nodded before giving over his full
attention to Hiei.

Hiei was once again thrown into the depths of
Kurama�s tortured mind.
There were tears in the
vixen�s eye causing everything to be blurred. Hiei wanted to look around but,
he couldn�t fro Kurama�s head was hanging listlessly staring down at her feet,
which were half obscured by her breasts, both of which sported many burses and
mouth shaped red marks. The vixen�s thoughts were separate from Hiei�s but the
Jaganshi could still sense them and sometime hear or see the more vivid
images. It was no surprise to Hiei to find Kurama�s thoughts to be on her kits.
She was wondering what they looked like, knowing that she would find out in a
moment only made her more miserable; tears flowed freely down Kurama�s stinging
cheeks.
Her kits were nine months old
today; and today would be their last.
A door opened. Kurama didn�t
have to look up to know who had entered. Yomi�s footsteps sounded loudly
through the dungeon. He stepped up to Kurama and touched her cheek tenderly. Kurama
knew better than to fight or shy away form his touch, but she didn�t look up.
The touch turned to a gentle hold of her chin, the hand lifted her face to Yomi�s
sightless eyes.
�You will be watching this
performance, Kurama.�
Kurama started trembling, tears
continued to fall and a sob escaped her throat.
�Please don�t do this.� She
begged for the thousandth time. Her voice hoarse, barely distinguishable as
the soft, gentle tones she once possessed. Yomi frowned and promptly
backhanded Kurama, who�s head snapped to one side.
�What did I tell you about
begging?� Yomi asked when Kurama refused to answer another smack rang through
the cell.
�Well? Answer me!�
�Only in bed.� Kurama answered
in a broken tone.
�That�s right.� Yomi patted Kurama�s
head much like a master would his loyal dog. How ironic; if Hiei could have
he would have growled. He wanted to get out of this dream, but he had to wait
until a specific point. What point in the dream that was, Hiei wasn�t sure
but, he was sure he would know when the time came. �Now we shall get on with
my little show.�
Kurama shuddered.
Yomi snapped his fingers
beckoning a guard who came in bearing a wiggling, mewling sack. Kurama�s stricken
eyes followed the guard as he made his way to Yomi. He bowed to his master and
dropped the sack onto a table situated in the middle of the cell. Kurama
gasped as muffled yelps of pain made their way through the sack. The guard
left and soon returned with a tray containing a large variety to instruments
and knives. Kurama�s trembling grew worse, she fought with the chains and
bonds holding her tightly to the dank, wet walls. By the time Yomi had reached
into the sack and pulled out a struggling, snarling, silvery gray kit by the
scruff of its neck Kurama was reduced to bawling, despite Yomi�s earlier
orders the vixen was already pleading for the tiny life who appeared to
recognize its mother�s voice and started calling for her. Kurama�s heart broke
as Yomi dangled the kit in front of her for a long moment letting her get a
good look at the child that was taken from her. He smiled and turned a deaf
ear to her pleas.
�Now, how are we to go about
killing this one?� He mused to himself.
�Please no.�
Yomi frowned at Kurama. �I
thought we went over this.� He made a disapproving noise in the back of his
throat. �I suppose you I must reinforce that rule.� Yomi reached his other
hand out, he grasped the kit, who had started once again snarling at him, by
the front leg with two fingers and squeezed harshly snapping the bones in
half. The kit keened a sharp cry of pain. Kurama squeezed her eyes shut and
thrashed against her bonds, a wail of despair escaping her throat.
�You WILL keep your eyes open!�
Yomi commanded and reinforced this command by snapping the pup�s other leg. Kurama
had no other choice than to watch and pray that Yomi would end her child�s
suffering quickly.
Hiei felt nauseous.
Yomi reached into his pocket and
produced a clear, crystal vial, inside it held a greenish, gray liquid. He
quickly uncorked the vial and forced its contents down whimpering kit�s throat
before dropping it to the ground. The tiny kit heaved, its body thrashing
weakly. Kurama�s eyes, overflowing with tears, followed the kit�s every
movement.
�My poor baby.� Kurama sobbed,
her head hung in defeat watching her baby struggling to stay alive. Its silver
head lifted at the sound of its mother�s miserable voice. It whimpered at her,
begging for the comfort only a mother could bring; pleading for its mother to
take the pain away. Kurama�s heart tightened with pain �I�m so sorry, my
precious darling.�
�Oh, but this is taking
forever.� Yomi sighed irritably. In one swift moment the goat stooped down
and snapped the kit�s neck. The tiny body trembled and twitched as all of its
life energy was quickly drained. Kurama�s sobs grew harsher.
�Now, now� Yomi mock soothed, he cupped Kurama�s
tear-damp cheeks to lift her head; forcing her to take her eyes off the
lifeless body of her deceased child. �We still have one more to go. Though, I
am going to go about this one much differently.� Yomi released the vixen�s
cheeks to return to the sack on the table and take out the second kit. This
one, unlike its sibling, when pulled by the scruff of its neck, curled itself
into a ball. Turning a fearful gaze to Yomi and blinking innocently at its
sire. �I�m told they are identical. Is it true, Kurama?�
Kurama knew it was in her child�s best
interest to answer with out hesitation.
�Yes.� She answered through a broken sob.
�They look just like you? Their fur has that
wonderful silver hue?�
�Yes.�
�Pity I can�t see this for myself.� He made
to stroke the fur on the kit�s tiny head, and the kit shied away with a tiny
whimper of fear, its tail tucking firmly between its legs. Yomi chuckled at
the tiny pup and stroked its head almost soothingly. The kit almost seemed to
relax until Yomi flipped it over on its back, holding its scruff firmly and
making its back arch over his clenched fist so that its chest, heaving with
panicking breaths, was thrust into the air. Its stubby front legs waved in the
air while the hind legs clawed vainly at the table, all the while high
distressed whines poured from its throat. Yomi chuckled evilly and reached
across the table. He grasped a slender scalpel-like knife, made for precision,
from the table and pressed it to the heaving chest. �This one will be our lab
rat; I want to see how long it can survive while being skinned alive.�
Kurama�s breath hitched, her eyes flying wide
open. She watched in horror as Yomi pressed that nasty blade to her child�s
chest! Bright crimson blood oozed around the knife. Kurama sobbed, when a
high scream of pure pain echoed through the dreary dungeon cell, Kurama
snapped, she struggled and cried, screaming curses one moment then crying pleas
the next.
It seemed that the moment Hiei was waiting
for had come. Kurama�s emotions had reached their crescendo, it was safe now
to use both her distressed emotions and his own very angered ki to push the
unfamiliar and unnamed psychics out of Kurama�s mind. Hiei put his plan into
action. He let his Jagan loose, totally taking over Kurama�s mind and pulling
her into darkness. He then pulled Kurama�s first and most comforting memory up
from the deepest depths of the vixen�s vast mind.
A tiny cry of a frightened kit called out.
The very sound of his own voice started the infant so badly that it panicked.
His heart fluttered and pounded harshly in its tiny chest. Another sound came,
this one, a soft, tender churr, was followed by a warm, gentle tongue that ran
down his spine, following the direction of his smooth, velvety infant fur and
ending at the base of his tail. The kit snuggled into the warmth surrounding
him and tried to mimic the deep churr that had comforted him. When the sound
came out as another high squeak, the tiny creature was once again startled by
the sound of his own voice. The squeak was answered by a new sound this time,
a deep chuckle when it ended a comforting churr returned along with the warm
tongue to stroke, kiss and sooth the baby.
Hiei watched on, well, actually, he felt
whatever Kurama was feeling in his memory of the vixen which was his first,
and whom Hiei considered his true, mother. It was so memorably because it was
the first night Kurama�s ears had opened to allowing sound to be introduced to
the infant who would one day be the famous or infamous thief.
The dream continued for what seemed like both
hours and minutes. The psychics were a persistent lot who tried time and time
again, which may have only been seconds apart, to reclaim control of the
sleeping vixen�s mind. Every time they would bring harsh images and Kurama
would again be thrown into a confused panic, until Hiei found his bearings and
produced the dream vixen to fuss over Kurama and sooth him in a way only a
mother could, that protective, loving way Kurama felt only moments ago or
possibly hours ago, when she thought her own kits were threatened and in need
of her.
Suddenly the pushed and prods of the other
psychics ceased. Hiei waited, alert for any signs that they would return. When
they didn�t he felt safe to return to his body.

Hiei opened his eyes and blinked a couple times.
Sometime during his trip from his body he was laid flat against the bed, now
Yusuke was kneeling astride his ass, holding his arm in a firm, yet gentle hold
behind his back. He tried to sit up. Yusuke tensed and pressed Hiei more
firmly to the bed, most likely anticipating a struggle.
�Lemme up.� Hiei hissed. Yusuke instantly
climbed off of the small demon. Hiei took a moment and got up slowly, for
there was a wicked headache forming behind his Jagan. That headache would most
likely stay with him while he continued to watch over Kurama, keeping himself
alert for any sign that the psychics were returning. He felt other movement as
Genkai climbed off of Kurama�s legs and on to the floor where she stood next to
Shizuru, who still had a gentle hold on the vixen�s arm. Only Kuwabara was
left on e the bed, he never left his position of holding Kurama in a tender
embrace. Hiei�s eyes scanned the room for a moment until his eyes landed on
Yusuke, who was sporting a very nice shiner and a bloody lip. Hiei guess that
he was the one who gifted the former detective with those burses.
�Was it that bad out here?� He asked.
Yusuke glared a *don�t even ask* look at the
small demon. Hiei took that as a yes.
�Is it over?� Yusuke asked in a hushed voice
when Hiei�s ki died down substantially.
�For the moment.� Hiei replied while rubbing
the kinks out of his neck, visibly shaken by the horrific that have been
haunting Kurama�s dreams. His Jagan was still open, staring straight at the
vixen�s forehead and practically pulsing with ki as Hiei kept watch over Kurama.
Satisfied for the moment Kuwabara gently laid Kurama
back down on the bed and covered her with the soft blankets that had been
pushed to the foot of the bed. He, Shizuru and Genkai all shuffled off to
their beds, all of them ready and willing to pass out cold.
�Good,� Yusuke nodded and gestured for Hiei to
come closer to where he now sat at Kruama�s side. �There�s something I wanna
show you.�
The Jaganshi hesitated for a long moment, his
tired crimson gaze locked in a glaring contest with the other dark haired
demon. Hiei stared his companion down until he realized that Yusuke wasn�t
going to back down and leave him be until he had proven whatever point he was
trying to make.
�Fine,� Hiei half sighed half snapped and scooted
down the bed until he was inches from his companion. The taller youkai
responded by grabbing Hiei�s slender wrist and folding down the blankets Kuwabara
had coved the sleeping vixen with then, placed Hiei�s open palm on the vixen�s
bulging tummy.
�Do you feel that?� Yusuke asked after placing
his own open palm next to Hiei�s. The stirring sensation Yusuke was referring
to started up again. Hiei�s eyes widened to the size in response to this new
experience. He could only nod numbly. �Those are Kurama�s babies. They�re
awake right now; they can tell when it�s day and night, when a light comes on
or goes off. They can hear everything we say and can tell exactly what their
mother is feeling. They�re alive in there, Hiei and they�re going to come out
here real soon. When they do they are going to need to be cared for, loved and
protected.�
The whole time he spoke Yusuke never took his
chocolate eyes off of Hiei�s, yet the small fire demon�s eyes were shifting
back and forth from Yusuke to his hand on Kurama�s stomach then back to Yusuke.
�Does your rambling have a point?� He finally
snapped.
Yusuke studied Hiei�s crimson gaze for a long
moment until he cocked his head at Kurama�s abdomen and said, �Talk to them.�
�What?!?�
�Talk to them; they can here you in there!�
Yusuke beamed at his started friend, who had come to the conclusion that this
wasn�t the first time Yusuke had done such a thing.
�No fucking way!� Hiei snarled.
�No?� Yusuke shrugged but continued to smile;
obviously he had expected that reaction of his small companion. �Fine, I
will!�
Yusuke turned to face Kurama�s tummy and hunched
over as if to get a bit closer to the babies inside. His voice adopted that
damn squeaky, high pitched, cooing voice that Hiei noted all humans got then
they encountered an infant.
�Hey in there lil guys! Your Uncle Yusuke�s
back and I�ve brought someone with me. You remember your Hiei-jichan don�t
you?� As if listening and comprehending what the babbling idiot was saying Hiei
felt the stirring grew more forceful then a moment later there was a soft yet
seemingly stern impact against his palm. That small unexpected gesture started Hiei
so badly that he jerked his hand away from Kurama, out of Yusuke�s grasp and
propelled himself off the bed; glaring down at the spot as if it were burning
or morphing right in front of his eyes.
Yusuke stared at Hiei the same way
he was staring at the spot his hand had vacated only moments ago. His confused
gaze followed Hiei�s to the spot he was staring at and tried to figure out what
in the world happened. It wasn�t until a moment later when Yusuke saw Kurama;s
skin jump that he realized what had happened.
The young demon snorted his body
convulsing as he desperately tired to contain his laughter. Hiei�s staring
daggers at him didn�t help matters either.
�Aww, Hiei. Kicking is how they
say �hello�!� Yusuke chuckled before addressing the kits again. �You guys are
still mad that him made your mommy cry, huh?�
Another kick.
�But, him came back to help your
mommy so him not that bad, ne?�
Another kick made its appearance
almost immediately and Hiei rolled his eyes at Yusuke�s antics and snarled.
�It�s a wonder that Kurama hasn�t
been woken up by your babbling!� Hiei snapped his annoyed voice hushed and
harsh.
�Jumping off the bed doesn�t help
either does it?� Yusuke taunted his cocky smile returning to his lips. When Hiei�s
eyes started up with the dagger gaze again, Yusuke�s smile deepened, his hand
started rubbing gentle circles over Kurama�s belly. After another moment he
leaned over to plant a soft kiss on the spot where Hiei was fist kicked.
�Everything�s gonna be alright now,
kits. Your ji-chan won�t let anything else happen to your mommy, right Hiei?�
Without moving from where he was hunched over Kurama,
Yusuke darted his eyes up to meet Hiei�s baffled stare. The short demon
snorted, his eyes darting in an almost embarrassed gesture. He glowered at
Yusuke a second later as he took his usual spot on the windowsill, legs pulled
up against his tone chest, his arms folded and locked around them. His head
rested upon his knees, eyes closed yet his Jagan stayed opened and fixed on the
sleeping vixen.
�Good night, kits.� Yusuke murmured softly. He
stood slowly, careful not the jolt the bed too much and drew the blankets back
up to Kurama�s bosom.
Hiei was obviously ignoring his companion; he
didn�t notice that Yusuke had fixed a baleful stare on him.
�I�m glad you came back to help, Hiei. But, I
swear to god, if you make her cry again I�ll personally rip out your throat.� Hiei
silted one eye open to return Yusuke�s baleful stare with one of his own.
�Goodnight, Hiei.�
Hiei snorted and watched the taller demon leave
the room. Once he was out of the room, Hiei sighed and turned his head so he
could see Kurama better. He was fighting with himself not to crawl into the
soft warm bed with his one time lover. Recalling the nightmares Hiei shuddered,
he may not care for the kits she was carrying, but there was no chance in hell
he would let Yomi torture them like that. No one deserved that sort of
treatment, not even, Hiei couldn�t believe he was saying this to himself, but
not ever bastards born to an unwilling whore deserved that sort of treatment.
After seeing Kurama�s dreams Hiei felt an intense urge to protect all three of
them, Kurama and her kits. What the hell was he getting himself into? He
asked again and again and again, he never did find an answer that night.
::outside the room::
Yusuke closed the door slowly. He felt an
intense urge to start slamming his head off the wall, yet he couldn�t figure
out why. He made his way slowly to the living room, where he ran into Genkai.
The old woman was sitting in front of the television with a game controller in
her hands. Without needing an invitation Yusuke sat down and picked up his own
controller. Together the two played a couple rounds of their favorite fighting
game in silence, until Genkai�s player was, for the fifth time, bashed into the
ground by Yusuke�s intense onslaught.
�You did what was best for her and yourself.�
She said not taking her eyes off of their new round in the fight. �Kurama�s
being pregnant and in need of someone to cling to until she could cope once
again on her own, affected your wish to protect all your friends. Circumstance
just went beyond what any one could imagine.�
�I told myself that a thousand times. But,
bringing Hiei back; it was the hardest thing I ever had to do.� Yusuke sighed
bitterly. �I told myself again and again that Kurama loved Hiei with all her
heart, and what we had was what we�ve always had, a really deep friendship, a
bond that only the two of us could have and understand . . . but I have that in
a different way with all my friends and that�s what confused me. I never felt
that way about any one else, save Keiko. It didn�t help that she and I have
been at each other�s throats lately.�
�Its hard when one is just starting out in
life.� Genkai said in a knowledgeable tone. �But, if Hiei didn�t come back
and you stayed with Kurama, would you be ready to leave Keiko? Or the NingenKai
for that matter? Kurama can�t raise her kits here, you know that.�
�I didn�t care about that. I just wanted Kurama
to be happy again. That�s what made me go and get Hiei.�
�What if, tomorrow or the day after, Kuwabara
was plagued by sickness and night terrors? Would you stay by his side when Shizuru
and Yukina were not around?�
�Of course I would. But that�s not really the
same.�
�Of course its not, because Kuwabara isn�t
pregnant. It�s a basic primal instinct for all creatures, humans, demons and
animal alike have to protect a female who is expecting. It�s natural for you
to want to protect her from all harm. The bond you and Kurama share
intensified because she needed you and you were there to help. But now, you
have to let Hiei complete his bond with his mate just as you have to go and
reassure your own. Keiko needs you now.�
�She may need me but I need sleep.� Yusuke
turned from the game and gave the old woman a wink. �Now I know it�s been a
while but since you�ve had any ass but, I think we both know that one can�t
perform his best while his�s falling asleep.�
�You hentai-lunkhead! You know what I meant, so
stop thinking your littler head, I know he had the bigger brain but I�m sure
you can overcome that if you try hard enough.�
�Ohhh, that�s a low blow! You�d better be ready
to back your words up tomorrow night when I wake up. Be prepared, Grandma!
Cause *yawn*I�m gonna kick your *yawn* ass.�
�In your dreams, Dimwit!�
�G�night, Baa-san� Yusuke yawned again as he
left the room.
�Goodnight, Yusuke.�

::Dum dum dum:: this chapter was a little bit shorter that
the last few. But, considering I had myself in tears in the earlier part, then
felt all warm and fuzzy I think it had a bit more of an emotional impact. But
I may be wrong. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I had
myself in tears as I said earlier and I am dying to know what you thought!!!!
Please and thanks all around!
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