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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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Darkness Falls

"Excuse me? You want to run that by me again?"
"I don't make a habit of repeating myself, so try to remember what I said."
"I heard you, you fool. But what gives you the right to order me about like one of your misguided flunkies?" Hiei was livid. The nerve of this creature daring to throw his authority around for his own benefits; as if Hiei would be the first to jump when demanded. Clearly common sense is slacked for this entire band. "You're damned to limbo if you think I'm going to just up and do as you command. What kind of man do you take me for?"
"Hm, you are a mouthy one aren't you?" Yoko cast him a regal look, shifting his weight to the other foot, humbly bemused. In the afternoon sun, his shadowy outline inflated, wide and intimidating for others but unimpressive for Hiei. The silhouette enveloped him whole, as the sun began its travels down wind, gradually resigning its duties to Sister Moon. But to see this silver man, standing as if his very being could cease the sun's descent was like witnessing one of the Celtic Guardians bask in the sunny glow, commanding for a longer day of sunshine. Just as regal and majestic.
Damning to say the least. Nonetheless, Hiei was not one to bend so willingly to anyone, despite rank, power or self-earned titles. "The deal was one heist, one job; no more from there. Then I'd gain my freedom from this prison," Near the back of the cave, two large wings deflated, losing their elated flutter as Hiei continued. "No changes in a pact. I don't go back on my word."
"Your word. . . doesn't hold enough water to piss in a bucket," Yoko stepped from the glow of the apricot rays to blend his contouring shadow with the defying youth until they stood even, caramel hazel tauntingly prickling a scarlet warning around the outer rims. "I've been patient up to this point boy, but it would seem a taste of what happened before wasn't enough to dampen that spirit. Should you need another sample to understand your station here?"
A brisk spike pinballed along Hiei's spine, reaching every nerve ending, and pointed ebony barb, pronouncing the platinum streaks in his hair. The air chilled, gravitating to uncomfortable pressures. But it wouldn't happen again. Hiei was caught off guard last time, not for a second go around. His breathing labored, trying to adjust to the hammering compression, thinning the air to stifling. Hiei's body tensed, but his footing maintained unnoticed alteration though help me, he was close to dropping to his knees. The burdening weight of an A rank's youki could suck the very life out of you, if withstand for so long. . .
"You've tried my patience enough since your arrival and its slowly thinning. You'll soon learn I don't make a habit of discarding treasures I intend to keep." Hellish calamity boiled in Hiei's chest. Yoko could see the swift flickers of strangling defiance swirling around eyes as beautiful as the rarest carmine rubies. Lowering to the ball of his knee, clamping his clawed fingers on Hiei's shoulder, neck joint, Yoko leveled his fiendish glare into the unbalanced almond eyes, burrowing deep inside. "You will leave when I see fit, not on your terms and. . .," A rough tug jolted Hiei's conscious clear of the fog induced storm, bringing his ear in range of a sultry purr, speaking hints of disguised intentions. ". . .more than likely, you'll be staying here for quite a while."
Hiei inwardly quaked, bristling at the tone delicately circling and caressing his ear so intimately. Yoko's youki strength kept the Koorime paralyzed, at the mercy of this fox's will even as the warm ease of fruit scented breathe moved in, burying a sharp pointed nose against his flesh. Hiei flinched as a deep inhaling devoured his scent, tasting the unique perfume of flames and sweet charcoal spices.
With all his loyalty it took not to lunge forward and snatch Hiei free of his Chief's grasp, Kuronue remained where he was, unable to do a single thing but watch. The magnitude of Yoko's strength was hardly unnoticable. Yoko's been the ranks of an A class for years, with Kuronue barely reaching into that caliber himself, still being a high class B.
These feelings were just. . . frustrating. This unidentified emotion rampaging in his chest with the power of a blizzard, terrified yet enraged him in a bottled up mixture of mental confliction. He didn't. . . He didn't want anyone else touching Hiei. The bare thought of it irked him to no ends. Seeing Yoko openly touch what was rightfully his infuriated the Chimera Raven and Gods how he wished he could challenge his claim for Hiei's hand out in the open before them all.
. . .Even if the Koorime was far from interested.
A fact he's tried to endure but as fate would have it, Kuronue's stubbornness for treasured jewels was as thick as his bond with the band. And Hiei was as valuable as those jewels.
Depleting waves of surfaced unseen youki lessened the heavy cloak of constriction around Hiei's body, gaining some of the feeling back in his limbs and breathing becoming less of a hassle. But he dared not move. Demonic instincts literally screamed for him to stay still; his neck was held in place and being thoroughly scented by a superior ranked demon, holding his life. Should he make the slightest move, death was assured and not even he was foolish enough to lose his life in such a dishonored fashion.
"I can hear the blood coursing through your veins Little One." Yoko said softly, moving his fingers to coil around the nape of Hiei's neck. "Relax," One final sniff bruised the slender neck for another whiff of that intoxicating odor. "Mmm you're too valuable to kill." The Youko suddenly stood erect, all traces of hidden bronze fire returned to crafty hazel. "Be ready for departure by sunset. . .— Kuronue."
Kuronue snapped to attention, erasing the deep scowl wrinkling his boyish face. "Yea?"
"Stabilize him." Ordered Yoko. "Yomi come with me to organize the plan for tonight. In and out plotting, no schemes or hidden agendas. Just simple navigation and mild diversions to finish this off within a few hours ."
Kuronue nodded, eyeing the stiff backed Koorime, having not stirred a muscled flex. Carefully as not to disrupt a sudden shock wave, Kuronue kneeled behind, stretching out his arms criss cross Hiei's chest and held him close. "I'll have 'em ready in a while Chief." He mumbled against the icy black cloak, steadily focusing a trickled stream of aura in Hiei's erratic system. Relatively speckled red twinks bust and roamed from every frantic heartbeat, but for each released spark, Kuronue gingerly enveloped their shine by swallowing them within his youki, sustaining a tranquil teal tunnel back to Hiei's body. "Easy. . . easy." Came his soothing whispers to the off scaled heart rate.
Yomi reluctantly followed out after his leader, keeping a close watch on Hiei's face, empty of expression and subtly pale. Then his eyes switched to the possessive wrapping of long gangly arms over Hiei's chest and stomach. Dark onyx eyes bled into rich indigo for only a moment to define the dull glow of declared claim. At first taken back, Yomi simply chuckled darkly and walked out, leaving the message clear that he was far from impressed with the physical statement but would allow it to slide this. Kuronue was his partner and ally, yes but when it came to asserting dominance, that's where the line was drawn. He had that brat by a couple of centuries at best; he'd be wise to learn his place.
With the two elder leaders gone, leaving both dark demons alone to themselves, Kuronue softened his grip, lightly hugging Hiei's unmoving body to his chest. "You gotta chill with the tough guy act Pige. No one's out to make your life a livin' hell."
"M-my life i-is hell—gah," Hiei would've doubled over had it not been for the iron embrace. He was completely drained of his strength. Not a single drop of his aura could dilute the putrid stains of that Youko's power. "D-Damn him."
"Shh, easy there Pige. Just relax. The more you struggle, the more time it'll take to get 'cha youki back to normal."
Surprisingly Hiei put up no fight and simply slumped back, accidentally brushing his soft hair against Kuronue's nose. Having him so close, in his arms so willing; the heated thoughts were so tempting to consider. This smell—Kuronue rubbed his nose in the gentle spikes flicking against his face and inhaled heavily. "Gods you smell good." Like a diabolical heaven. Sweet smoky fire, burned and danced on Kuronue's tongue, rolled and tossed like the sweetest candy. Savored and licked of its sugary outer coat for the center prize.
Hiei's neck was there. That slender tanned neck was in reach; just the smallest flicker of Kuronue's tongue could live for that unbelievable moment of discovering Hiei's unique flavor and sampling the wicked sin of tempting desire—
"D-Don't."
The harsh plea snuck into Kuronue's mind before he could act on his intentions, "What?"
Hiei desperately lean forward, awkwardly angling his head a spacious distance, "D-don't." He hated the way his voice trembled weakly but to be at the mercy of someone whose intentions were quite clear wasn't settling well with him.
His heartbeat was skyrocketing, "Pige calm down—"
"No-o, dammit l-let go. Don't tak-ke advantage. . .o-of me."
"I won't," The plush gentle enclosure of Kuronue's wings spread around them both, sealing their vulnerable moment from the world's eyes. "I'm not going to take advantage of you, kid. You can trust me."
"No," Hiei weakly sneered, sharp and dagger pointed on his stance. "Can't trust . . . a-anyone—weakness. Its weak."
"No its not Hiei." The sound of his name stirred a rumbling flutter in Hiei's stomach. The way his name finally came so naturally from Kuronue's lips…was almost as warmly consoling. . . as Kurama's. "I'm not going to hurt you Pige. I swear it. I'm not going to hurt you."
Trust. Could he really trust those who vow not to hurt him? Not to betray him.
''No one's going to hurt you, Hiei. No one's going to hurt you.'
Long fingers clenched the front of the thin clothed robe, "Please," Kuronue hissed, damning himself for depriving his voice of its boastful confidence, instead allowing the raw tang of desperation hang heavy in his throat. "Just . . . just trust us. It's not that bad here. You don't have to be alone. You can start fresh, make a whole new life. Be a part of us." And. . . be a part of me. His hands fisted in the dark robe, pressing Hiei's back against the long line of lean muscles. "Try. Just, try."
Hiei sighed through his nose, feeling the strength of his youki returning to what it once was and turned around in the forlorn embrace of arms and wings. The quiet urge to reach out and touch those long strings of fine hair, was tamed and shoved in his pocket.
"Trust," Kuronue heard but didn't move, seeing the tips of those boots by his knees. "You don't realize how complicated that one word is for me," Hiei's thoughts read themselves out loud, foreign to the owner's lips. "To try and trust those I barely know? What will I have to gain should I be betrayed? The same isolated beliefs I've always clung too and used as obediently as a prayer, are all I have to my name." Hiei's gazed hardened above the cheap, bitten off hat, sprouting millions of midnight hair.
"All I'm askin' is for you to try." Murmured Kuronue's low tone.
"Try," Hiei chuckled bitterly. "All you're asking is for me to try? To try and trust those I haven't a clue about? I bided my word to that damned Youko and look where's it got me? I'm trapped in the confinements of a bandit's sanctuary under the rule of him and some loose human. And you're asking me to place my trust into people like that?" Towards the end, recognizable feelings erupted louder than need but the words could not be returned.
But the yelled admission hardly distressed the raven youth from snatching a hold of the rim dark cloth, strangling its texture between nimble fingers, "Hiei . . ."
There hidden in the thresholds of Kuronue's voice lied, the audible plea through the name spoke and it was the person of that name who roughly flared his nostrils through a sigh, "Damn you," he barked gently to the tiny chuckles below, rolling his eyes. "Hn, you're as needy as a spoiled child." Hiei smacked the hostage held robe and turned to take his leave. "A try. It's all I can do. Should I regret it, you'll be the first to taste my blade."
And those boots lightly pressed into the ground one by one, loudly proclaiming the first steps of reliance. Kuronue secretly smiled, listening to each padded step aim for the entrance of the cavern, relief and pending hope blossoming in his chest. He could hear every single one. All of his steps. Hiei hadn't flitted away. . . he just walked away, slowly letting his guard down.

Darkness fell ripping the sky clean of its cerulean snows, for a predatory fray of star encased eyes, blinking through the velvety tapestry to witness the night's circumstances. The masking shadows camouflaged the rippling waves of pale gray bodies gliding to the moon's center, silent and stealthy. Only the abstract hues of multiple glaring beams of exhilarated gusto, peeked through the gapping spaces of tree branches.
Delicate foot clad moccasins landed center stage of the moon's shimmering veil, filling the radiance spot with the strength and building excitement of the young, experienced and prepared youths. In the midst of the gathering crowd, was the ring leader coupled by both his right hand men and that of his beloved counterpart, waiting patiently for the arrival of all who would accompany this midnight mania.
Despite the snow chill's contemptible nips at their scandalously clad bodies, the fire of burning adrenaline was the electric blanket needed to keep their spirits warm. Low deep murmurs moderately commenced; some conveying over what would be gained, others discussing the fastest method to get it done and few who were in it for the thrilling pleasure to kill.
Unlike the addressed attire of uneven gray tunics and ragged wear, Kurama was dressed in the lengthy sleeves and rims of a lavender pearl and teal cream kimono, latched from the next to the side waist, flared around his hips. His hair was tied at the nap of his neck, casually flung over his right shoulder. In his arms was little Kisa wearing a kimono of similar style and texture to protect his timid flesh from the cold. Curiosity delayed the sleep the child was supposed to endure whilst away, but with all of the excitement buzzing in the air, his company was unfortunately destined for this trip.
Yomi and Yoko stood side by side, wearing a longer style of their usual smoke gray tunics; flared down to the wrists and along the pants legs. They opted for keeping their hair free of restraint, letting the breeze carry its lifeless weight against their backs. Their younger partner, Kuronue kept to his traditional clothing with a few changes here and there. The black strapped wrappings around his arms were replaced with deep blue cotton warmers. His bedizen vest was exchanged for a shoulder sleeved turtle neck style robe tied at the center of his chest, stopping at the waist. The rest of his clothing remained as it was; the deep inky pants, encased in the circle of a wavering loose sheet.
It was nearing the moon's signal eclipse off the group before the final member of the crew bolted from the snowcapped canopy, swiftly clear from the night shine. Hiei landed meters from the spotlight, letting his eyes being the declaring vote of attendance.
"Excellent," Yoko's voice rung low and calm, but steeled for immediate attention. "We're all present and accounted for. This'll be an extensive job from the Rukon District's security border. A couple of notable shipments happened to grab a few items that've piqued my interests." Several chuckles echoed out but no one uttered a word. "The deal's to handle this without notice but thread cautiously. The Shinobi Clan was sighted off the South sector handling a couple of warrants there. We can't afford a confrontation against them because our numbers are too large, though the situation requires all of us to attend." Yoko steadily eyed each young demon, including the one hidden within the trees. "Our foes are formidable but slow and dim. Their strength is easily matched with a low C rank, so use caution and don't use a frontal assault. Their skin's too thick; aim for the neck, eyes or groin if forced into combat. Kill only if the situation calls for it but avoid doing if you can help yourselves. Is that clear?" At the brisk nods, he continued. "The squads will be divided and lead by the strategist and partnered with the fastest."
Yoko motioned for Kurama and Yomi to step forward to step forward, "As you're aware these two will be the squad leaders heading one of the three groups, besides myself. Kuronue will be partnered with Yomi to lead C squad. Shuichi will be placed in charge of B squad with Hiei as the dasher. The rest of you will follow me. Once we've arrived, I'm setting a five hour limit to infiltrate the base and grab what you will. If you're not back at the check point by the arranged time, you'll be presumed dead and left behind. Are we clear?"
"Yea, yea Chief come on already. We get the same pep talk every time," Kuronue whined out, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. "Shiiiiiit, it's so got'damn cold out here, I think I cracked a toe." The underlining amusement of one of their youngest members always came in the nick of time to loosen the mood. That's Kuronue for you.
Not even Yoko was immune to the dark raven's charm, "Alright, before our young friend here pisses himself a icicle spike, let's go!" A rounded flip of the Youko's claws dissolved the poisonous barrier, and not a minute too soon before the rampant explosion of every able bodied demon discharged with the agile speed of torpedoes into the starlit sky and vanishing in the fogs of blue-white mist.
Kurama remained where he was, waiting for the appearance of his partner whom quietly stayed near the tree, "A bit nervous Hiei? I doubt it's your first time venturing off to Rukon."
"Don't assume much before I give reason too, Human." Bit by bit, parts of Hiei's frame traced misguidedly from the shadows, his counterfeit blackness sowing the threads of natural ebony and his cloak within its cloth. Only the lightning streaks of silver, the slushed ribbon of his white scarf and tanned cheekbones alerted his presence, his eyes dimmed down; the smell of rosy venom cleared. "What's to stop me from escaping this place?" he blurted indifferently as his eyes held the frosted mint green.
Kurama shifted a blinking Kisa from one side to the other, "Indeed. What's stopping you? The miasma was cleansed, so I suppose you could escape if you wished." Then his warming gaze turned to the quiet kit. "Ready to go, Love?"
Kisa peeped, looking between both adults, blandly keeping his eyes on Hiei. "Eeep." He pointed eagerly and the sudden urge to be held by his friend came along. His stubby arms reached out waving up and down repeatedly squeaking for that embrace. "Ba Ba. Eeep."
For a solidified moment, neither man moved, lost in a staredown—only the sounds of a pleading child breaking the waves of silence. Hiei fixedly lower his eyes to the honey coated orbs, squealing his heart out for his touch, damn near begging for it. It could've been some form of inner emotion he'd yet to define or the urge to shut this brat up, but seconds later, Hiei's presence materialized meters away with the pup secured on his back.
Kurama stood next to him just as quick and skilled, a feel of smug acknowledgement suddenly hugging his aura.
"Say a word and I'll slit your throat from ear to ear." Hiei warned, ignoring the tiny head snuggling through his neck scarf.
"I wouldn't dream of it." But it was safe to say with Hiei being a man of his word, he'd more than likely use Kisa as the excuse why he wouldn't try to leave. And secretly, that sat just fine with Kurama. "Shall we be off?"
And in the blink of an eye, they vanished, eventually becoming consumed with the night's filmy grasp.

Silence was the key element, coupled against the confident strides of footsteps catapulting from all directions, all aiming for the same place. Snow couldn't keep up to form a noticeable print before the step moved; tree branches snickered for a flashed second one after the other. The leaves rustled a wispy tune, lightly taping the sides of every sprinting devil. Swirls of murky moisture snatched at the clothes of these fine men, bringing them in the residence of the shadows before ricocheting off the next landing.
Yomi and Yoko hung low just beneath the trees. Kuronue took to the air, bursting through the ground clouds quiet and without notice. The rest of the bands choose mid-level, using the trees as their leverage from point to secured point.
Youko kept the lead pace steady enough for his cohort and guest to catch up.
"What's the main supply goal," Yomi asked leaping over a side branch.
"Basics, nothing out of the way." Answered Yoko. "The treasures are minor trinkets but rare enough to sell for a decent price elsewhere. Our source messaged about a large load of rations stored in the west sector and valuable silks stored a little ways off. I'll handle the capital entrance for the gold, you'll take the silk division but stay low. Shuichi will deal with the rations."
"Tsk, you're gonna let your human steal the food. That's a laugh." Yomi dodged the sudden swish of a tree branch and narrowly missed a jutting root. His black eyes side-glanced the hazel glares and sighed, "Fine, fine. Don't shit yourself."
Docile jerks quirked Yoko's ear to the right. About time. He needn't check the reason behind those rapid tree spouts to identify the sway of radiate red and blending black, signaling their arrival and disappearing in the midst of the trees.
"Yo Chief, Yomi" Kuronue hovered down, keeping low flight by his dashing leader. "Who's the decoy this time? Or is the deed an easy entrance?"
Yoko jumped over a ditch, keeping his movements smooth. "The entrance doesn't need a distraction." Yoko spared a sly eyebrow lift. "Don't get to carried away this time."
"Yea, we have to keep it steady Kuro," Yomi looked over at the raven youth. "The Shinobi could be on the lookout and I sure as hell don't feel like going up against them tonight. So tame that bad ass shit and keep a low profile."
"Oh come on I slipped last time." Kuronue rolled on his back, wings fluttering playfully. "Don't be a sour pus. It ain't my fault you got your ass handed to ya by a midget ice prince."
"Pfft, slipped my ass." Growled Yomi. "You fuck up and get caught by Touya again I'm leaving your ass. I mean it you good for nothing spoiled brat!"
"Ok, ok, ok, ruin my fun why don't 'cha." Pouted the frown faced Chimera.
Yoko rolled his eyes, chuckling low under his breathe. Such children.
Not long into the travels, a mark off point was engraved in a disguised rose bush set off near the folds of naked snow leveled shrubs. This would be the safe point and their reviewer for whatever is collected and spread amongst each other. No one is likely to come through and survive the invisible condensated poison vapor pulsing from the flowers.
With that out of the way, it's time for the attack. By the beginning boundaries of the Rukon pier port, the men knowingly divided to their designated leaders, dashers and quietly kept down wind. Kisa was switched to ride the back of Yoko, hidden beneath of the veil of his hair. His safety was literally guaranteed, thus leaving no room for worry on Hiei or Kurama's part. Their focus would not be on the warehouse buildings shrouding my many guards; all big, bulky and slow intellectwise. Mightily replenished due to their insane strength.
Between each ward, was a double pair of wooden doors, locked tight. Earlier confirmation promised no easy way in except from a makeshift opening massed under rotten boards. Kurama and Hiei along with their share of five men took refuge in the arms of several trees. Yoko was crouched low from the moon's glow, watching the silent flight of wide wings mixing perfectly with the bluish black atmosphere. Yomi was keyed from a distance, hunkered against the ground, eyes narrowed for the time to give word.
A drop of a single twirling feather fell—the advantage was theirs. Yomi cupped his hands, held firm and blew out a series of high octave chirps. He waited . . . Minutes passed before the dainty peeps of twisting tunes sung as animalistic as the surrounding life in the forest. Singing nightingales were not as they seemed. Crickets were slightly off in their nightly routines. Yet these differences were ignored by the ignorant.
The message was clear to interpret. Every marker was in place, four lookouts posted and surroundings were clear of any difficulties. The soft chime of wing flaps turned Kurama's gaze upward to see Kuronue and one other bandit circling their prey like hawks of the sun.
The grasses, leaves and dying twigs greened a flicker of life. The signal was given. Then the lengthy shadows of marauders shot through the stale scented alleyways, smelling of dust and sea salted oaks. Long arms spread back, arrowing their bodies for a sharper position. Hiei stuck close to Kurama's back, watching and mentally predicting his every move.
Coming to a bricked corner, the pair knelt down hands pressed to the cold stone and watched the pacing turns of three troll demon guards, stationed in front of the warehouse they were to break. There incoherent growls buzzed loud and bold, carrying from a distance of fifty yards. Kurama flicked his wrist; one index crooked and pointed up. Needing no words to understand, three men took to the rooftops.
Hiei read into the command fine, resting his hand against the hilt of his sword. The remainder of their group stayed down until the sentries were distracted and pistoling the full fifty yard sprint down the winding street until slamming their backs against the very goal point they needed. The tall guards eyes were focused frontal blissfully unaware of the glowing eyes behind his back. Hiei crept up low and quiet, sword at the ready and jumped to the guard's shoulders, digging the edge of his blade from the jugular pulse through the cord of muscles, spilling the gurgle cries of death. The other two fell just as fast, Kurama's thorn whip viciously snapping the head off the shoulders, the final being taken down with equal ease.
"The plan was no deaths Hiei," Kurama whispered recoiling his whip.
Hiei swatted off the red stains from his sword. "Hn, I didn't see you hesitating to take a kill for yourself."
"Perhaps," Kurama mused, shrugging a shoulder. He nodded to his men to round the back of the warehouse for the cave in markers. They all ran hugging the curves of the wooden structure, silently padding their steps. The enclosure was less secured then originally presumed, but nothing to suspicious to be alarmed over.
Kurama chanted a tiny whisper, trailing his nails along the wood, reading into its inner hold. Through the eyes of this remodeled tree, he listened, tasted, and felt the forces of ten smaller demons keeping watch of the bounty. Weak, pathetic D ranks and lower. His hand glowed a luminous line as he ran, mentally willing the wood to find its old roots and earn its rightful stature again.
His fist rose, everyone stopped. The decay of browning green stood out, evident and precise of its messaged location. Kurama circled his palm against the weakened base and pressed forward, creating a sizable entry. "Go!" Hiei and the five men, darted in, steps eerily silent and honed for predatory stalk; Kurama covered their tracks following in from behind.
Hiei timed his footing, sword swung down the extension of his arm, using the corner of a box as momentum, hauntingly in steeled silence leaping in the air. In one graceful thrust, he jammed his blade through a soldier's throat, and then tore through with a vicious pull, rupturing the splatter of sweet blood on his face. The voice could barely let out a groaned gurgle, drowning in his own essence as he fell to the ground. Nectar honey slipped down Hiei's cheek, caught by the swap of his tongue as a savage smile turned his lips in a cold smile.
The urge to kill was thrillingly invigorating, heating up the course of blood flow. His eyes sparked a demonic glow as he came behind his next victim, constricting his fingers around their mouth and stabbing through the back out the chest, twisting evilly. He used the dying body as his shield against the alerted victims who soon fell to the swords or coiling tree roots. He slung the body to the side, eyes connecting with the mint gleam of Kurama's eyes who too felt the urge of electrical excitement in capturing his prey for the kill.
A shared moment of crimson and emerald danced with the lusts of murderous dementia in their eyes for a spit second before returning to their task at hand.
"In and Out!" Kurama ordered sternly, running to the center of the fortress, rapid finger shapes switching from both hands. "Grab what you can and be quick about it!" Kurama back flipped, landing on a handstand dead center, whispering an aged chant from his lips to the palms of his flattened hands. Peddles dig in his skin as his body weigh increased around. The soft grounding grinds of thick stones, roaring a slight tremble behind his fingertips.
Kurama bent back before collapsing circle of the earth collapsed in itself, revealing worming tree roots hungry for their master's orders. Hiei was the only one unsure if what to do next until three of the men grabbed boxes and bags tossing them all in the deep hole, and hurrying off to repeat the task. Kurama stood in front of his creation, two fingers rolled around each other plastered against his lips, humming a summoning hymn.
The furry under branches, snatched every thrown bundle, automatically carrying them deep into the earth's center to God knows where. The work was fast, no room for mistakes or stumbles, all of their skills honed and trained by the best to perform flawlessly.
Hiei hadn't bothered concerning himself with the load. His gaze set through the glassy window of the moon's shrouding glow, spotlighting them in the darkness.
"That's it, come!" The snapped demand brought Hiei to see the five assigned men and Kurama coming to stand before the circled drench, throwing in the final remnants of important cargo. Immediate understanding took hold and Hiei leapt over. Kurama steadily spread his arms around, flexing his long digits, eyes closed. His mind focused on the healing threads to sown the earth back to normalcy.
Suddenly the entire warehouse shook. Kurama's murmuring words becoming louder and louder and his digit tips, gaining a pearl shine. In the blink of an eye he kneeled down, slamming both hands in the ground with enough force to propel them all through the wooden roofs. From there familiar routine took hold and quick learning by Hiei, carried them across the rooftops, soon joined by the other moon shadow silhouettes.
Kuronue and a fellow flyer circled around the vicinity keeping watch of the escaping demons, his eyes being carefully sorting through the band for one particular shadow. His relief was lived through when both Shuichi and Hiei darted out as the last remaining bandits, dancing around the corners carefully concealed from all low level eyes. They were the last to make it across the threshold.
" 'Bout damn time," Time to wrap this baby up. Kuronue pointed two fingers up, gesturing for the other flyer to take flight amongst the clouds, hidden from view.

The five hour marker was met, with Hiei and Kurama bringing up the rear. Everyone else was already relaxed and calmed of their energized rush, living through the moment of heightened mirth that another job had been successful. Boastful growls and laughter freely let out about what was used, who did what and who had the chance to kill. Some were envious; some were just greedily talking what they would sell in the market for whatever. But it was all in good cheer.
However two eyes met for entirely different reasons, other than the elation of accomplishment. Lustful temptations glossed over the sheen of molten bronze and shimmering sage green. Yoko narrowed his eyes, glaring the sting of his heated desires to his human counterpart, whom could understand every transparent word, demanding his presence elsewhere. Kurama responded with a half sided smile, and stepped back from the group, taking to the trees.
Yoko chuckled, reaching over his shoulder to the tiny child, still wired from all of the excitement. "You've done well Little One," His claw danced soothingly under Kisa's chin, earning some giggled purrs from the child. Kisa's short tail swished affectionately against his elder's neck, displaying his own affectionate touch. "Behave yourself until my return."
"Eeep." Kisa squeaked pushing his chubby chin against the long finger for more, purring as tamed as a feral cat. "Mmmm . . ."
"Awww ain't that just the sweetest thing," Teased Kuronue, coming from the left.
"I'm glad you think so," Yoko mumbled shrugging the pup off his back. "Because you're going to watch him until I say otherwise."
"Wha—hey careful!" The raven Chimera managed to catch the little kit before he stumbled to the grounding, looking up to glare at his leader, but noted he was already gone. Sudden understanding melted in and then he snickered. The rabbit's flea so now the fox must give chase. Such is always the habit these do get into after the finish of each heist.
A subtle yearning to get involved in similar activities urged Kuronue to look around for a certain fire demon until spotting him settled down against the branch of a tree adjacent the rest of the band. "Hey little guy, let's go see what Uncle Pige is up to eh?"
"Eeep!" Kisa clapped, kicking his plump feet under the throes of his kimono excitedly. "Eep, eep, eep!"
"Yea I know kid, I know." He was excited to talk to the Koorime too.
Kuronue's approach was loudly announced versus his previous stealth to break in the warehouse. His eyes traveled over the snow damped robes hugging Hiei's thin frame, up to the angled turn of his head looking out into the distance. "Yo, Pige, had fun tonight?"
Hiei didn't say a word at first, keeping his crimson glint in a chosen direction.
"Pige?"
"Hiei," The fire demon snarled without warning, halfheartedly meaning much by it. "My name is Hiei you ragged wing fool."
Kuronue laughed deep and long, unknowingly spreading his contagious charm to Hiei's lips. "I love that mouth of yours—" Damn why is it every time he opened his mouth that smile would disappear? "I meant that in the kindest way possible."
"I'm sure you did," Hiei's sarcastic remark dimmed, his attention glue to the forest, flaring his nostrils of a sinfully disgraceful odor. The smell of incriminating deceit taking place in the belly of the forest. Somewhere deep within, his as well as Kuronue's, could pick up the wanton purrs of passion and fiery intimacy coursing as natural as the habits of time.
Kuronue's ears twitched, his nose pulsed and a slow grin tilted his lips as he reached up to take down his hat and plopped it on the ears of those far too young to hear such things. "Damn, guess the fox caught his rabbit."

TBC: Don't cha just love Lemon cliffies? Definite lemon next chapter. ^_^
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