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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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Acknowledging Emotions

The flattened shadow of a lone silhouette stretched along a dying truck's brown surface, gratitude to the sky's foreshadowing presage ablaze in the fires of gentle coral, bitter tangerine and caressing magenta. From the height of several meters hidden within the naked branches, the evening's cool breezes embraced the young one's body like death's unsettling intimacy.
Nightfall fell faster than expected when a person was lost in the ocean flowed waves of confusion and shame. He'd let his guard down. Even for the slightest instant he'd let it fall. How? How could he have let that happen? Had it been any other situation, he'd be killed on sight. Hiei could fathom the degrees of how foolish he'd been to let that Chimera even get within an inch of his personal space.
Damn and that just didn't sit well with him at all.
How long he'd been there was beyond his comprehension. Hiei's mind couldn't hear the weeping exhaustion of his body's bones, begging for a reprieve from the stand-stilled position he's stayed in since coming here. Sleep, rest, all forms of relaxation weren't deserved after realizing a secretive crime he's committed not only once but twice during his time here; by both Kurama and Kuronue.
It was before he came to this very tree that he deemed only considerable for his perch. Hiei had been lost in thought, wandering continuously through the frozen territory. The aimless ventures lasted for hours, his guard having strengthened to near paranoia for every moving thing in the vicinity. The slightest snap of a twig or wind blow grass blade sent an angry flame towards it origin where a small creature squealed its agonized cries. And it was in that split second that his animosity towards life and reminded him of why he deserved to stay as he was. Out of reach for others to touch, away from all who seek to know more of his interior, and free of every demanding curiosity wanting more than he could offer.
Soon he'd found his hand to be the source of his relief and soon his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his worn hilt to retrieve his sword. Then every shred of his fury had been unleashed through the palm of his hand and the rapid metallic lullaby of his blade . . .
Hiei couldn't remember anything that happened after that. Now he was here, back against the only nude tree in the area, leg draw to his chest, glaring his heated cerise eyes to where the sun once reflected the fires of acknowledged isolation in his mind.
"Trapped within the threads of thought are you?"
The voice was so far away down there, reserved and unexpressed, much like its dark cloaked owner. Inhaling the scents of smothering rosettes, Hiei grunted low and dangerous, "The time for clever insults isn't welcomed, nor is your company." The hint of wavered quiver in his voice mildly surprised Hiei, likely due to the damning temperatures dropping to unbearably harsh.
There was a slight surprised silence oddly misplaced from the one below. "I see," Kurama muted sternly aware of the hoarse quality of Hiei's tone. "I'm going to assume we're back to where we started then? Back to when we were enemies" He received no answer. "If you're not to learn proper etiquette by responding to someone's question, at the very least you can look at me."
Hiei offered nothing in return, knowing the mortal's attempt at getting a reply, whether it be through anger or otherwise. His stature remained unmoved, as if rooted to the branches surface. Kurama's momentary burst of displeasure disappeared just as fast as it rose, "You're more or less tired after the damaged inflicted in the East sector. No doubt all of the devastation was done by your hand alone."
Hiei's eyelids twitched the briefest second, his lips thinning.
"The controlled slashes cleanly gouged through the thickest trucks, trees that were once there now lie in a pile of ashes unrevivable, clean injuries dug into the ground. All of it was evidence enough that it was done by you. And yet a few were sloppily performed, almost bitterly. . ." The evaluation hung heavily between them as Kurama continued. "What's happened Hiei? What has you so angry to take out your frustrations this way?"
The full width of ruby eyes narrowed, seeping an uncontrolled glow around the rims until consuming both eyes entirely. Hiei breathed through his nose, coming unsteadily.
Kurama went on, "Why are you so angry? Bitterness and isolation won't benefit you as you may think Hiei. It'll consume your entire soul and savagely devour you from the inside out. . ." Words died away as the instant flash of an open palm spread before Kurama's face, evilly kindling a reddened shine. Illuminated cerise narrowed disdainly at the calm, assessing sage, instantly tearing apart his hidden self and it was at that moment, Hiei regretted coming down so close. The overwhelming desire to kill was suddenly stolen the instant he looked into those eyes, flourishing and clear as a crystallized river.
For that moment all of time ceased. Hiei couldn't look away, captured in the snared trap of inner knowledge tearing apart his frozen exterior. His hand stayed true, the fires of his angry increasing. He wanted to look away. Wanted to destroy those eyes, the very emerald he's come to despise and loath. "You don't know a damn thing about what's going. Don't analyze me like I'm a goddamn child!" he venomously hissed to the face, mere inches from his own, cold and calculating. Radiating beams gradually grew as the calloused skin revived afire.
And yet Kurama made no attempt to free himself from the lighting flames, pulsing to life. "I needn't know you personally to see the turmoil buried beneath it all," was what the mortal said, before boldly making a knowing declaration. "You won't have the chance to kill me."
Blistering bright fires circulated, procreating a scarlet sphere. Hiei smirked, chilled and deadly, "Want to bet your life?"
Then Hiei stiffened, the spiked barbs of ebony prickling on behind his neck. The subtle raise of youki collected from behind before he felt a razor jagged blade pressed against his pulse point. But Kurama hadn't moved. Not an inch. But as the diminished flare suddenly flared the familiar tingles of warm breathe caressed against Hiei's ear, "Now, now, we must've be too hasty." Whispered the silvery fiend, purposely thinning a fine line against the slender throat.
Claws dragged a cutting rip along the spread of Hiei's robe, from the edge of his hip to the center of his chest, pricking through the cloth. Hiei stood frozen, millions of thoughts building the widening of his eyes as reality that this fox had somehow snuck behind him, even while on guard, disturbed him severely. His hand remained flamed, intentions having not sunk in to finish the display until a soft hand coiled around his wrist and lowered his hand.
Yoko stayed near, "Warnings are probably foreign to you Little One. Should punishment be the only way you learn?" The blade pearled a trail of blood down its reflecting steel.
Kurama held Hiei's wrist, maintaining full eye contact but noting that the Koorime wasn't looking through the shadows blanketing his eyes. "Hiei," Kurama's hand timidly reached out to tilt his chin up, leaving nothing disclosed. He could see it all swirling and combating around the whirlpool of shock and anxiety. There was no fear, no apprehension, or rupturing spark. Only amazement, and something else. . .
Then Kurama understood. He slid his gaze to the slanted hazel, "Yoko." That's what it was. The suffocating coils of youki emitting from Yoko's aura were confining Hiei's spirit within an invisible incarceration. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see or react, having to absorb the bountiful youki surrounding his smaller frame. The pure daunting force of an A ranked demon's energy was undeniable.
By the calmest measures, Yoko lessened his youki's pressure, knowing an overwhelming retreat could place the Koorime child into a state of shock. "He's still to wired to tame Shuichi. Why you insist on trying is beyond me."
"He's confused. Alone. Place yourself in his shoes Yoko. He doesn't know how to trust anyone, let alone will it happen overnight." Kurama gently thumbed away beads of sweat, on the overwhelmed Koorime. "It'll take time for us to gain his trust."
Yoko's grass blade lowered, unsheathing the inflicted cut and supple trickles freely flowed. Thin trails of recognition began to recover Hiei's mentality as did the darkness dulled around his eyes. By the time he was fully aware of his placement, his body jerked startled when a hand wrapped around the most vulnerable section of his body. A demon's most protected area of their body was currently being constricted from both sides, but the compression was surprisingly lacking the necessary weight to kill.
Hiei's sight came too enough to connect the hands around his throat to the smooth face, centimeters from his face, taking in all of his covered emotions. Kurama and Yoko's hands took residence around his neck, releasing cooling agents into the burning slit. Slithers of awakening panic began to surface in his eyes as they darted behind and frontal, not yet sure of their purpose. All he knew was there were hands around his neck, the possible agenda unclear and Hiei wasn't up for finding out. He couldn't breathe. His life was being taken.
There was no air. No air to breathe. He couldn't breathe.
"Calm yourself," Kurama soothed, pressing his free hand against Hiei's chest. The shrinking red pupils focused on the voices owner. The hand against his chest, spread wide, impelling a gentle thrust to allow oxygen inside. "No one's going to hurt you, Hiei."
Unexpectedly, Hiei's widened at the revelation. Somewhat troubled to hear this. . . directed to him. And the tone held no discerning animosity or betrayal but seemed to hold. . . dare he believe, true concern towards his welfare?
The words whispered again, and again against his ear as soft and wispy. 'No one's going to hurt you, Hiei. No one's going to hurt you.'
Why? Why was it so hard to believe this? To believe that there was someone who didn't want to harm him? Why? Why was it so hard? That was all he can remember before dizziness claimed his mind and eclipsing darkness shaded over.

"Eeep. Eeep. Eeep."
"Come on little guy. He's fine."
"Eeep... " Kisa pouted, folding his arms stubbornly poking out his bottom lip.
How in the seven rings of hell did he get stuck doing this? Wasn't Yoko who ordered him to do guard duty for thirty sunrises right? So again how had he been duped into babysitting this bubble faced kid? In his goddamn cave for goodness sake.
A new day was dawning for the bandit crew, the sun having already risen high in the sky for an easy morning. Kuronue sat idly bored out of his mind eyeing the edge of his cave for hopeful entertainment to summon him out or at least something to give him reason to get out of this mess. He was more interested in figuring out why Hiei was held by Yoko so intimately. Not that he was jealous of course. The Chimera was just worried. Hiei's face seemed contoured; troubled.
He'd offered to be the one to care for the fire demon but Yoko had been firm about him and Kurama being the ones to give care to the unconscious young man for the time being and his orders were to keep an eye on the chibi fox kit until further notice.
That had been two days ago.
Now here he was trying to coddle an upset toddler who disturbingly had a similar attitude to Yoko's mode swings. The little tike was sitting beside Kuronue, his back braced against the long folded leg, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. The devilish sneer was precious and had it not been for the cry Kuronue knew would come for teasing, he would've burst out laughing.
"Eeep," Squeaked the pouty faced pup.
Kuronue bit his bottom lip, watching those fluffy cheeks explode. God help him he was going to make this kid cry. Taking a controlled breathe, besides a slight snicker breaking his resolve, Kuronue looped his long arm around the plump lipped child and tugged him by his side, "Come on pup, buck up. Hiei's fine. I bet he's just taking a long nap."
"Mmm..."
If this kid's lip poked out any further he won't have any left. Using the tip of his wing, the Chimera sneakily used a single feather to wiggle beside the pup's leg. At first Kisa didn't know what was tickling his leg until glancing over to see a fuzzy something moving about. Instant curiosity and mischief took over for the foxling to investigate. Kisa lean down on all fours and slowly crept up to the dark feather and pressed his nose against the fluff, taking a curious whiff.
It batted his nose, startling him into giggles. So he pawed it back and missed. The feather point swayed lazily to and fro dodging every attempted pound until Kisa pounced—thinking he caught it, he squeaked when the large feather smacked his bare bottom and turned around to try again, missing by a mile and being tapped on the butt again.
Kuronue chuckled, having a little fun himself.
"You look like you can handle a child naturally."
The voice hadn't startled the navy demon but it sure as hell surprised the foxling. Kisa peeked over the long stretched leg and squealed with delight at seeing his guardian's return. He stumbled over Kuronue's leg and waddled happily holding out his arms for Kurama to hoist him in the air.
"Morning Love. How've you been for Kuronue?"
"Eeep. Mmm. Eeep. Eeep."
"Ah I see. He did, did he?" Kurama mocked a fake gasp.
Kisa bobbed his head up and down, a tiny frown crunched on his face as he pointed his finger accusingly at the innocent Kuronue. Kurama mimicked a similar expression, placing one hand on a jutted hip, "Kurnoue how could you do such a thing?"
Kuronue blinked, twice. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Kisa here, says you've given him a hard time. How could you be so reckless?"
"What the fuc—wait you can understand—oh," Kuronue got the picture when a sage eye winked his way. A quick scan between human and the smug faced child, told him all he needed to know. So Kuronue played along. "I'm so sorry Kurama. I was only trying to be a friend but I couldn't meet his standards." Kuronue feigned sorrow and bowed down. "Please forgive me?"
Kurama place the pup on his feet and urged him forward, "Well Kisa, do you forgive him?"
Kisa looked at the Chimera's half bent body and arrogantly turned up his nose the way he'd seen Hiei do so many times before and waddled his naked self over. But as he got closer, his big ears swiveled left and right, picking up the muffled sounds of crying. With all children who become amazed by an adult crying, Kisa was no exception as he got on all fours and crawled forward. "Eeep."
Kuronue peeked out a single indigo eye and it disappeared just as quickly followed by the repeating whimpers.
Kisa plopped down his bottom and patted Kuronue's hat. "Mmm. Eeep—EEEP!"
"Got cha!" Kuronue swapped the little kit off the ground and tossed him in the air, earning thrilling squeals of his baby gurgles. Adorable laughter filled the sizable cave from both the child and adults until the pup was returned to his guardian. Kuronue made cheery faces and humorous noises that set the kit on an atomic giggle fest, spreading the contagious bliss.
"Little squirt," Kuronue ruffled the tiny tykes hair, and gnawed on his bottom lip, debating on whether or not to ask the next question but determined it being strictly out of concern for a comrade and nothing more. "So Kurama, how's um... Pige—I mean Hiei?"
Kurama caught the slip, pausing a moment to hitch the child on his shoulder and to think of a proper response to define Hiei's condition, "His aura's stability is still loose from frontal exposure but improving."
"Is someone already there to stabilize 'em?" Kuro asked hopefully for a chance to do the deed himself.
"Yoko's already ordered Yomi to equalize the rupture..." The inquisitive tone in Kurama's voice, interpreted the desired yearning hidden in the Chimera question, obviously aiming for an excuse to go see Hiei. "But I believe he'll be awake soon. Perhaps you can find him something to eat?"
Both pointy ears wiggled excitedly before Kuronue dimmed all expressive elation to a cocky smirk, "Sure I might be able to find something. No sense in letting the guy be hungry right?"
"No I suppose not." His barely concealed urgency brought a smile to Kurama's face.
Kuronue inched toward the cavern entrance with a cheeky smile, "So I'll uhh, just go and uhh get it. See ya!" And before Kurama could blink, he was gone over the cliff's edge.
"Hm," Chuckled Kurama. Kisa squeaked, innocently unaware of what his guardian just discovered. The red haired human tickled the little foxling's cheek, "I think someone's interested in your friend little one."
Kisa giggle, purring contently against the finger under his chin "Mmm, eep eep."
"Yes, I think so too."

Time that felt like an eternity, soon dissolved into the present.
Hiei's eyes languidly opened to the rocky ceiling, a dull pain spiritually tugging through every pore of his body. He couldn't move without the rush of delirium, circulating to his head. Damn he was dizzy. This he thought all at the same time, feeling the press of warmth traced up and down his back. When his eyes finally gained quality sighting, he squinted roughly against the sunlight having been used to the darkness for an extended time. But understanding of the fact that he was sitting upright against something warm—wrapped around his waist, nearly sent him into a state of alert.
"Relax, relax," Voiced a deep husky command. The thick embracing arms settled around Hiei's stomach and over his shoulders, gently tugging his back against a solid, flat plane of muscle. Hiei was literally cradled in this demon's arms like a fragile child. This position was unacceptable. Entirely beneath whom he was as a man.
"Unhand me." His voice hoarse and scratched due to lacked usage.
"No can do kid," Said the teasing goat demon. "Your aura's not balanced. I let you go now, you're gonna collapse."
Hiei surged forward, squirming comfortably, "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself—dammit let me go!"
"If that were the case you would've already broken free," Yomi jerked a rough tug back. "Just calm down; I'm nearly done."
Damn this bastard was strong. With every attempted struggle to freedom, the coiling grip tightened. Hiei feebly continued his weak thrashing until vertigo took over, slamming his head against Yomi's shoulder. The whole world's axis was swimming on water.
Smug chuckles burned his ears, "Ya see? You're still wired up. Should've just listened."
"B-Bastard," Hiei said groggily. At that, Hiei was too delirious on his spiritual imbalance to recognition the heavy exhale against his neck, possibly a laugh.
Yomi settled back against the bumpy wall, and sighed, mildly exhausted after the ten minute fight this kid put up. Though he was impressed with the strength Hiei possessed for such a small stature.
"You know..." Hiei began dryly.
"Yes?"
Hiei shifted, willing some space between him and the other, "With you holding me like this can easily raise quite a few cumbersome questions."
Yomi made a mental prayer that his face was hidden from view or his embarrassing pink tint might've been noticed, "Tsk, smartass. Don't flatter yourself kid. I'm on orders to stabilize your aura. But if you're hinting at something," Yomi rested his chin on the fire demon's shoulder, feeling the heat of warm flesh against his cheek, "I'm willing to answer those cumbersome questions."
Hiei froze, snarling angrily as he drew away from the chuckling goat.
Yomi quickly regained his hold, "Alright, alright, alright it was just a joke." The spunky fire sprite wasn't hearing any of that as he kept the force going, trying with all his weakened might to get away from this fool.
"Look," Yomi sighed burying his face in the flourishing ebony spikes, murmuring a scale of low rumbles ranging from throat filled groans to faint growls. Hiei ceased all movement, listening to the demonic apology and halted all struggles, relaxing a bit. Hot air dampened the back of his head, "Sorry," he felt, rather than heard from behind. "I was just kiddin'. No point in getting all riled up alright?"
"Damned fool. You're no different than that bastard raven," Grunted Hiei. "Is this entire band full of depraved assholes? I swear when you let go, I'm going to kill you."
The huffed amusement did little to hamper Hiei's mode. Yomi didn't know whether to be amused by the threat or take it to heart. This little thing had a tongue sharper than his blade.
"Piggggggeeee!"
Oh dear god help him. Hiei loosely gave up. Just completely gave up any further attempts at getting away. What was the point when you had one fool holding you down and another bouncing in here like a deer?
"'Sup Yomi, I brought some goodies." Kuronue flopped down next to the pair, oddly unfazed by their current position and dropped a brown clothed bag between his legs. "How ya feelin' Pige? Heard you took a doozy from Yoko. Thought you might've died." This he said through the crunch of an apple. After taking the first bite, he offered the same bitten fruit to the Hiei. "Fwanft sofme?" Kuronue caught himself mid swallow when Hiei disgustingly snarled at the offered fruit.
"Oops sorry," Using the back of his hand to swipe the sticky juices, Kuronue swallowed and tried again. "You want some?" All teeth and smiles.
"Hn," Hiei elbowed a sharp blow to free his arms, rolled himself out of Yomi's capture and snatched the bounty unknowingly pleasing the Chimera when he took a bite from the same place it was previously bitten.
Kuronue reached into his pouch for an extra and handed it to his friend. "Got cha right here, mate."
Yomi's eyes were steadily focused on the chewing motions of the fire sprites lips. Dribble juices sneakily coursed passed his pink lips, barely missing the swap of a long tongue. Rotating motions glossed more of the supple flavors against Hiei's lips, giving them the appearance of a ripened berry, ready to be suckled dry of its honeyed nectar. Like a bee drawn to the sweet aroma of a flowers perfume, Yomi couldn't stop his eyes from following it all. The savagely delicious bites, the forceful chews munching the chucks to mush or the subtle lump swallowed along that thin, tanned neck.
And through it all, Kuronue could see from his navy peripheral the lustful glances and snide smile spreading on his friend's lips.
Then the strangest feeling bellowed heavily in his chest, silently snaking its twisted emotions to his mind frame. The more he sat there witnessing the obvious heated glare climbing over Hiei's form, the more that increasing tightness in his chest constricted. So unfamiliar and damnably unwanted, he turned his head away unclear of the chilled burst of possession slowly grasping him.
A tap on his wing brought from the confusing surges to see a pair of red eyes staring at him, narrowed and bored. "Another one."
"What?"
Hiei rolled his eyes, holding out his hand. "I said another one. The apples?"
"Oh right." Kuronue reached into his bag for another, discreetly turning his gaze back to see whether Yomi's eyes were fogged as before and true to form, there laid the same hazy expression in his obsidian eyes, trailing from Hiei's face to the concealing captivity of his lower half. The apple that'd unluckily found its place in his hand, suddenly exploded, emitting a popped slush.
Loud enough to break Yomi's lecherous gaze and settled it on the Chimera seeming to hold back a sizzling snarl in his throat.
Just than one of their fellow bandits, a scarlet moneky demon, chose that moment to arrive, "Yomi, Kuronue. The Chief's called a meeting in the Bandit Center. He's demanding all head commanders be present."
"What's the reason," Yomi inquired absentmindly.
"It's about the organization for another heist later tonight."
Kuronue tore his eyes away from the disgraceful ogling to ask, "Small or large?"
"Large sir. It's one aimed for the Rukon District near Base Point."
Damn that's a rough one. "How many people he's asking for?"
Hiei stood feeling no need to be a part of this conversation. The recommended job had been pointedly said to involve the Northern Kingdom. That was his job. No other would be his to join. By the second step, Hiei felt the warmth of commanding pressure clamp on his shoulder. He needn't lift his head, nor make any move to glance at the hand connected to the paled bodied creature standing by his side.
"Where do you think you're going?" Asked the silver haired Youko.
"Off," Came the short, cold reply. "My presence isn't needed for this little gathering—"
"Oh but I beg to different little one."
Hiei didn't move, when the flash of hazel eyes lowered down to stare deep into his eyes, strong cleverly demanding. "Your presence will be needed, because you're coming along."

TBC: I swear this story is writing itself lol ^_^
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