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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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Jubilant Silence

It'd happened so suddenly, the misguided collection of collaborated sensations pulsating from the touch of warmth, rurally soft and yet firmly compressed as one. Breathing sharpened, senses intensified from the briefest touch because of the shuddering chill, uncaused by the snow, to rattle through blood flowing veins rushing to pump the heart's rapid stupor. The grip on bandaged wrapped hilts, gradually loosened, instincts releasing their hold on the owner's hands as more undesired focus was directed into the salt licked kiss.
The drought to his deserted wish for a taste of flaming brimstone and iron was finally fulfilled. Kuronue hadn't anticipated the bombarded surge of electrical tingles nor the flavor of unique bland and fire to bestow his lips such wonders. As if being given the river to a years' worth of unquenched thirst, he gradually took his fill of its sugary nectar. For Hiei the feelings of wanton excitement were mixed between the burning need for calamity raged hell to actually savoring this kiss for just an instant. And this time he was sure he was stunned in a mental mania, the Koorime's eyes slid half viewed of the Indigo narrowly slipping into a heated ecstasy.
Kuronue cared not for his original purpose of simply getting a feel of this young demon's lips or a mere taste. That caution of being careful was thrown to the winds. A sampling would no longer suffice. He needed more.
The kiss broke faster than a blink for Kuronue to rip the swords from their hands and slammed Hiei's body to the ground as a devastation hold of domination sped through his body. "Hnnmm," He heard Hiei groan when their lips violently smashed in a wet seal, but he didn't care of the irony tang staining their lips. Hiei's hands were intertwined, trapped above his head by cool longer fingers, and his placement, secured between the Chimera's thighs, with his back dampening against the melting morning frost by the force of lean muscles and ragged clothing.
Struggle took hold but the demand for this creamy caress won out unknowingly for the fire demon. Fangs crushed and mingled with the taste of salted saliva and the tug of supple lips pulled and nipped by pointed teeth. Blood daintily pearled, soon licked and memorized of its unique flavor. The battle for the upper hand took over, both heated in the time lapse and wanting to devour the other's spark. Hiei's head tilted opposite, bodily trying to control the kiss's motion but the control was all Kuronue's. Their lips fought for the higher order and through it all, tasted and licked at the willfullly given treat.
This was what Kuronue wanted. This was what he knew would come with a kiss like this; uncontrolled and savage in nature. The kind he wouldn't want any other way. Hiei's grip braided a tighter hold with the longer digits with each stroke of a tongue swiping his lips, a silent message being requested but going unanswered.
Kuronue honed one of his hands to clasp the two hands and used his other to boldly skate its tips along the spread of spiked ebony, feeling the textured-stiffened structure permanently snared in its gravity defying nature. The appearance gave Hiei's hair the false belief of being edgily rough, but Kuronue's touch proved it to be otherwise. The splitted tendrils were course, now soaked a softer substance from the snow. The nimble fingers circled downward and under to cup the nape of fine baby hairs against Hiei's neck and lifted his head close to fold the rest of the negative space between them.
The crush furrowed a lone grunt; a chance for Kuronue to send his tongue inside for a deeper taste. The atomic discovery of passionate new findings ruptured a new hurried feeling in Kuronue to explore for more. He could taste all of Hiei's mouth, smell all of his aromatic scent, feel his flames licking at his body—an uncanny combination of wet warmth and thick tongue sent Kuronue over. The dance of dominating pink muscles, commensed. Kuronue swiped his own over Hiei's wildly as the fire demon pressed in closer to wrap his tongue around the other's.
Hiei was in and out of reality's devastation to cause this mistake to occur. Heavily weighed down on his smaller frame, he could feel the slight urgency shifting by his leg. His was undoubtably being felt as well. Because of a lengthy span of no physical contact, Hiei's skin, his body's entirety was highly sensitive to the slightest touch.
That's why he needed to stop this. Through this emotional collision of intimate kissing, Hiei was releasing emotions needed to be kept within. He couldn't afford a loose end on his feelings. Not for anything.
Then by the slowest nibbles, the kiss gingerly peaked to a final stop and began with a connection of gloss covered hues. Panting hoarse, coming in glittered huffs of white, deep rouge were now a vermillion tint of weakened sexual lust. Slander indigo orbs took on a deeper sapphire, glazed by twinkle amusement eclipsed by a navy Neptune's crash of circling waves.
The long minute felt like an eternal pause in time for this single moment; the ensnared bondage of sustained tension, coursing as sizzling as the crackle of energy. The scene was steeled in the overlapping capes of feathered onyx wings, acting as their curtained protection from the world's harsh truth. Only timid winks of sunlight gleamed through the cracks of parted feathers, spotlighting Kuronue's hair and Hiei's face. A bestowing look of artistic beauty; a skillful canvas' dream to capture such a tender momen. The Chimera would always hold this intensity of burnishing red in his mind, forever.
And then just as soon as it happened, the fog of sexual want, cleared with one blink. Vermillion darkened to its ruby normalcy, tightened crinkles edged around almond eyes and a low snarl rumbled deeply within Hiei's throat. "You bastard . . ."
The flash of fiery anger danced inside the red iris like a hellish murder spree, blood gushing its wild splatter in Hiei's eyes. "Pige—Pige wait!" It was than Kuronue nearly regretted the surprising approach and had only three seconds to silently thank the gods for the chance of kissing this Koorime, getting a moment of pure deliciousness of those lips and a last second to quietly curse Yoko's idiotic advice—the last thing he recollected was a balled fist rushing at his face and then darkness.

When Kisa's safety was secretly checked, undisturbed, curiosity had gotten the better of him. That's why he was confined in the pillowing cottony fluffed branches, scent cowered by the snow and his body hidden by the bundles of snow. He'd witnessed the entire scene. The unsuspecting airborne assault from Kuronue to when the same fool daringly forced a kiss down on Hiei.
Surprisingly the caressing moment had lasted longer than expected . . . but when it stopped . . .
"Arg!"
Kurama flinched from the bellows of his perch and chuckled as he watched Kuronue's body flop to the side, lifeless like a sack of potatoes. The musing situation brought forth a wider smile when Hiei's silhouette kicked the idiot's wings off his legs and disappeared in a shadowy blink. Now that Hiei was gone from view, a quick mental debate on whom to check on endured. Kurama exchanged his green eyes from the unconscious man to the unseen demon aimed for the forest.
"You couldn't resist could you?"
Shuichi chuckled under his breathe, "You know me well."
Yoko uncurled his body from a thick limp above and landed next to his crouched mate, "It didn't go as he'd hoped." He stated the obvious.
"Why you suggested that goes beyond even me Yoko," Shuichi stood, closing his eyes and braced his palm on the side of the truck, quietly reading the root's detections of rapid steps in the earth. His mental concentration scoured the territory for Hiei's presence, demanding all the ground's unseen greenery to find his location. Bashful trickles of life energy whispered into Shuichi's fingertips until a full arousal of the plant's response fluttered in his veins.
He found him. 'Good he hadn't gone too far.' Shuichi hunkered back beside the Youko, a low smile playing on his lips similar to Yoko's own. The fox demon knew and felt the search of careful detection; he wasn't fooled by his mate's need to go looking for the Koorime's whereabouts. "You're conniving as always Shuichi. If you want to go to him, then so be it."
Decision made. Kuronue would be fine. "I won't be long." Yoko swished his tail against Shuichi's ankle confirming his permission granted. With that, Shuichi leapt from his tree branch and darted off after Hiei, leaving Yoko to collect the mangled moron on the ground.

"Damned fool. . ."
For the thousandth time that day, Hiei brushed the pads of his calloused fingers across his lips, damning the tingling residue. No matter how many times he scrubbed his mouth raw with the press of clumped snow, the taste of that foolish Chimera remained. He was angry, he was pissed and extremely irritated.
And when Hiei was angry, the forest suffered; terribly.
That was his current alibi for why the surrounding sheets of crumpled char and ashes acted as his castle, with only one tree living—the one he seemed to avoid whenever he unleashed his fury. The dead oak.
It couldn't have been more than a couple of hours before he heard the foreseen crush of snow approaching from a distance. The human's mingled scent of earth, the natural humane odor and fresh rose petals were unmistakable and no longer stomach churning. An unnatural adjustment Hiei's learned he'd gained since his stay here. Through time forcefully spent together, the human's body smell had become an. . .acquired taste, one could say.
For the longest Hiei listened, counted, smelled the air of coming floral, increasing in its perfumed smell the closer it came. The forest was deadly quiet or would've been had it not been for the purposeful steps of smashing snow, magnetized on the bottom of Kurama's deer skin moccasins.
"This seems to be your favorite place to destroy," Said the monotone declaration. Kurama came to stand underneath the tree, seeing the overlaid shingles of deflated black, hang over the tree branch and dark clad boots, crossed at the ankle. "Regardless of how many times I revive the place it seems to return cold, black."
Hiei sighed deep and heavy through his nose, "Must you always bring unwanted comments with your company? It's bad enough a human thinks himself worthy of a conversation with me but to sit there and openly give smart ass comments is just damning."
"Amazing," Shuichi blinked mildly stunned. "I can't believe you've managed to say two sentences." He chuckled, finding a comfortable place between the tree's jutted roots. "And here I thought your vocabulary was limited to ass, fuck, damn, hell, bastard, fool, human, that odd 'hn' thing you tend to do—"
"I think you've made your point!" Hiei turned on his side, annoyance laced ridged on the outline of his body. "Don't you have anything else to do other than get on my nerves?"
"No, no I don't. Not at the moment anyway."
"Ha," Hiei's appeared tipped over the head to see the mop of spiraling red below. "So you admit to purposely pissing me off just to get a raise? Sick demented fool."
"And it seems to work every time. You see?" Kurama smiled up. "I've gotten you to say two new insults." The smile grew. "By the way Hiei, I had a chance to see quite an interesting show earlier. . ." the smile was impossibly the most spread Kurama's ever done as he paused for the punch line. "So how was your romantic rendezvous this morning?"
That did it. That assuredly did it. Before Kurama could cover the blunt laughter, Hiei bucked his back from the tree and dropped, his dark robes circulating around his legs as he landed on the ground directly in front of the smug faced mortal on a light step. "I'm going to assume you're a mirror glutton for bloodshed like that idiot friend of yours."
"Perhaps," Kurama admitted, thought his voice lacked any trace of guilt. "Or simply just someone who has no other options of getting you down from this tree."
"Try a better tactic, or rather seek other methods for appraising my temper; bastard." Scowl in full effect and mildly appalled at the arrogance, Hiei relieved the stress of his facial lines with twitch on his lips when he saw the indifference flattering those sharp green eyes, all charm vanished and on guard for possible retaliation. This human was a marvel indeed. "You're a bother." He finally muffled on a snort.
Hearing and being witness to the evidence of a tiny smile, Kurama found himself the recipient of that contagious smirk and found himself easing a tilt as well. "A notable admission. One I'll take as a victorious compliment since I got what I wanted."
Hiei turned his head, searching the grounds for a reasonable distance for conversation but found none sensible for a long ranged convey. His station in the tree would've sufficed just the same, but now that he was down here, he might as well find a space. When a crook between up turned root coils became his new settlement—less than two feet away from Kurama—Hiei retorted edgily, "Your scent isn't as intolerable as before. I'm used to it." Seemed like a poor definition for why he sat so close, but really he simply had none. It was just an automatic impulse to sit here.
The desire to contain his laughter failed, allowing the bubbled mirth to come forth soft and politely covered by the palm of Kurama's hand. "I'll also take that as a compliment." He chuckled. Reasons failed him why he felt good having gotten the Koorime so close this time around. Chances were this would be one of those rare occasions when Hiei wasn't filtered with the despaired states of an acting nomad and would take in the presence of another. Hiei's anger, amused him one could say. It's been such a long time since Kurama could enjoy the useless banters of back and forth taunts and smart alec remarks with someone of equal intelligence. Similar moments of exchanged jubilee weren't uncommon between him and the Youko but the jumble would be discarded just as fast as it began.
However being the naturally serious adult by habit, Hiei asked the question plaguing the human's explanation for being here, "Why were you following me? You have to be bored to have wanted a conversation this far from the sanctuary."
"I wanted to check on you after the incident with Kuronue."
The blunt and instant reply riddled an expression of surprise on Hiei's face. The sudden distorted widening of his eyes and innocent lift of his eyebrows was nearly comical. And would've been so, had it not been for the seriousness of Kurama's tone.
"You seemed disturbed," Kurama surmised further. "It was mere speculation of course but I couldn't help but wonder why the surprise, or even the rejection. I'm sure you knew of Kuronue's intentions. Your response was positive until something happened. . ." The rest died away as a dangling lure for Hiei's capture. A bait had been set, but would he take it so easily?
The plan was obvious; painfully so that the human was fishing around for personal information, "I knew of his intentions. I've always known of his interests but I'm not up for honoring his come-ons. I have business to carry-on before any thoughts of permanency are considered." Not exactly a pointed yes or no, but something just to keep the question afloat. It was neither denied nor confirmed.
Of course Hiei wouldn't take the bait and even went as far as to slap in Kurama's face the silent interpretation of 'a conversation for another time.' A step closer in achieving in the fire demon's trust, Kurama mentally mused. Before Hiei wouldn't have even graced a proper response as he'd just done. Things were moving on it seemed; a slow a steady pace.
Long silence stretched from there, hovering above. Few animals ventured out and about during the wintery climate changes, though spring wasn't far off from now. In another few weeks the grounds would burst into bloom and cover the entire landscape with rapture scrapbook worthy pictures of lavished flowers, booming displays of cotton rounded leaf bunches and tingling newborn life from every awaking form.
Thoughts of a finalized placement had rarely secluded a section of Hiei's mind after he'd accomplished his goals. He'd honestly never imaged he'd live much longer afterwards, since mindless battles with every challenging demon would've eventually lead to his death. But when a monkey wrench the size of a two foot bundle of baby Youko kit came into play, all previous plans were altered and forced into an entirely different perspective. The goal to seek out the Floating Ice World was still engraved in his mind; there was no question of that. But now. . .things were changing.
"I know nothing of your past Hiei and I doubt I will for some time, but I'd hoped for a newfound ideal of who you are somehow." Kurama choose his words carefully and slowly, not wanting to scare the young demon away. "It's no rush, it's possible to learn more about each other and earn the trust you keep bottled up inside."
Hiei side glared him, cold and guarded. His words were precise, predetermined of the knowing demand he wanted cleared. "I've told you before, don't analyze me. You and that damned raven seem to assume it's simple to up and look upon you all as my allies. I can't. I've told him I'd give it a try; I'll tell you the same. A try is all I can do. Don't expect any further effort on my part." Sighing low and heavy, Hiei leaned back against the tree and cross his legs at the ankles, aggravation plainly contoured on his face. "I'm not the type to stay in a place for too long. I would've been long gone hadn't it been for that damned Youko's tricks and lies."
"What of Kisa than Hiei? Would you have forsaken his bond with you to venture off alone to do God knows what?"
"He would adjust," Hiei mumbled after a minute. "He's a child. My presence would've been forgotten and replaced with memories of you and the Youko as his guardian figures."
"He wants you here, as do a number of others Hiei," Kurama confessed callously. He silently assessed the entire irony of it all and couldn't hold back the bitter laugh. "It's almost fictitious about your uncare for attention. All the things I've tried countless times to earn have practically been gift wrapped to you and you want nothing of it? You've come about for a little over a week and captivated the whole band. I've tried for nearly half my life to get such recognition and only have the approval of three." Kuronue, Yoko and Kisa.
Hiei kept his gaze steady, observing the solid posture and jutted chin, kept up and even as if to see the unseen forces before Kurama. No one with unskilled assessment would've seen this poise as being a defensive mechanism to cover for the bitterness coated around or seen the tiny trembles flexed in the human's hands. His bravery was admirable, Hiei would give him that much, but still stupid. "If their acceptance isn't given why stay for something you'll more than likely never receive? Demons don't care much for your kind, but this is a fact you're already aware of."
"I know." Now it was Kurama's turn to meet the cerise curiosity. "But the approval of three is enough to keep me rooted. I needn't the vote of all to remain. One versus a million, that's enough for me."
"One versus a million," Hiei barked a short chuckle. "You're an amusing creature. The hatred of so many isn't enough to scare you off? A gutsy and stupid predicament you've placed yourself in."
"Indeed," He smiled. "But one I don't regret."
"Hn," Was Hiei's half-hearted response. The rest was left to die away from there lest it become tainted with the fairy tale fluffy, cuddly bullshit for an easy comfort. Hiei wasn't the sort for all hearts, puppies and kissy rainbows or rapid ego boosts to a person's confidence. So the remainder of their time stayed quiet enjoying the rest of the mid-morning afternoon's sunny glow. Neither moved, or made a sound. For Kurama, just hearing the breath of someone who openly wanted to be in his space eased the previous leak of frozen emotions.
He was satisfied with it. And Hiei knew it. From the first time they sat quietly together after the attack, Hiei knew him being near was competent. He saw that same tilt of thinned lips shoot upward in a secret relief and again Hiei felt the tinge of monumentally stun that his person was wanted; it mattered.
"Eeep, Eeep!"
The snowy break in snow alerted them of the approaching demons. One being that of the silver haired Youko and the other being the small tot happily attached to his back, cheering from under the cape of long hair. Kisa was all bubble and happiness when both Kurama and Hiei came into view. His over exuberance almost cost him a seven foot trip in the snow bed had Yoko not caught him by the tail and plopped him on the ground. Kisa peeped his gratitude and waddled as fast as he could—with the over lapping one-piece green kimono tugged under each padded baby moccasin shoe.
Shuichi stood, dusting off the dusty snowflakes, stickered wet dirt and went to meet the baby kit half way. "Hello My Love, did you have a good nap?"
"Eeep. Ba, Ba." Kisa held up his arms, waving frantically to be picked up.
"Let him walk." Yoko mumbled, when joining the two. "There's nothing wrong with his legs."
Kisa pouted and flopped on his bottom, arms folded, lips poked out. "Oop, Oop, Eeep." He huffed as his chubby cheeks expanded.
His little temper tantrum compensated a tiny poke on his back by Yoko's foot. "Mind that tongue of yours Kit."
"Eeep." Kisa stubbornly turned his plump face away and smack his tail against the large pointed shoe. "Mmm."
Yoko frowned slightly—than his foot tipped the pup face first into the snow. The list of whimpered pleas for help went ignored, like his frailing arms and legs. "You've him spoiled Shuichi." Yoko looked overhead. "You as well Hiei."
Hiei stared with no little consternation at the allegation, still stabled in his seat.
"What brings you two here Yoko?" Asked Shuichi.
"Him," Him referring to the tiny tote still face-splatted in the snow. "I was going for a scout around the perimeter but found him wandering the cavern. I'm taking him to the field for a little exercise." Yoko blinked when an idea struck. "Care to join us Hiei?"
"Hn," Hiei shifted until his back was the only view.
"I see you're still speech impaired." Mused Yoko.
"You and the human seem have a knack for spewing insults." Hiei favored them both with an eye roll, but shockingly he stood up and came to stand between them, using his foot to flip the struggling kit on his back. "Exercise would do Little Fool some good."
Yoko couldn't have been surprised if he'd wanted to. Shuichi however conveyed a subtle gratitude with his eyes; one intentionally overlooked by Hiei as he kneeled down and scuffed the pup by his neck and prompted him on his feet. "You. Walk."
Two words and Kisa was standing, chest puffed out and proud to do his friend's bidding. One swirl on his fluffy shoes and Kisa was already shuffling through the soft powder—the best he could at least considering the snow layer was swallowing his body until only the top of his shoulders matched the snow level. Shyly suspicious, Kisa, halted his defeated stride and twisted around to see all three adults watching his every move. Hiei's potent glare shot a round of confidence in the pup's wobbly stumble and he puffed his chest out and continued to stroll through the snow, unfazed by the fact that he could no longer see a thing but cold, icy white.
Soon his ears were all that remained peeking, swiveling above and about at every twitching sound. Deep, rumbled laughter pulled his ears back behind and he suddenly shrieked when his kimono fisted on his back and he went flying on the air; up, over and on a strong muscled back. The stock of cottony thick black spoke volumes of his immense glee at being on his friend's back. "Mmm, Eeep Eeep," came his disembodied purr of contented merriment. His nubby claws snatched into the heavy coated robes and his face nestled warmly into the saturated barbs of baby black hair, inhaling all of the spicy smell of fire.
Hiei sneered quietly, but said nothing. Instead his eyes glanced over behind at the twin mocking glints of enduring his temporary softness and his eyes glowed a flash of crimson death to either who dared to mouth a whisper about this. Yoko just lifted a thin brow and Shuichi muffled a meek chuckle.
Then without so much as a murmured warning, Hiei turned away, slightly bent his knees and catapulted into a tree. From there he waited sharing a quiet stare between molten honey gold, and gleaming sage emerald before the two leapt into an adjustment branch and lead the way.

Alabaster fields of endless pristine met the crew as Yoko came to land soundlessly in an acreage untainted by a single soul. Nothing, absolutely nothing tarnished an inch of the endless spread of virginal sanctuary, meeting the middle noon's blue horizon. Layers, upon layers of purified clean, crisp fluff glazed mounds of numerous sizes on the ground, blended as one but seeming to act as many disguised children traveling beneath the sheets of their beds. Endless and mystifying to behold by all, the vast land so white in color, left a tiny child in awe of its sparkling magnificence.
Under the comforts of his friend's robes, Kisa shyly poked his head free to witness the shimmering wonderland for himself and couldn't contain the whimpered demand to be placed on the soft flurry floor. Every sneaky twinkle grabbed his attention before another glittery wink pardoned for his gaze. "Mmmm." He padded Hiei's back and scaled down under the robes until his bottom disappeared inside the powdery snow. Down, down, down he sank, till all that remained was the top of his silver hair magically weaving into the snow's shimmering shine.
The snow hugged him in a dusty wetness and tinkled his cheeks a flushed red. Both large ears twitched and his head turned to mild laughter from above. "Eeep." He peeped from his snowy entrapment.
"Yes I see," Shuichi answered, his leggings also sinking into the powderiness as he kneeled down to collect a palm full of snow and fluttered over Kisa's hair.
Kisa shook it off, giggling. "E-e-eeep, Mmm, Eeep!" Suddenly he blinked searching out one face missing from view.
Shuichi turned on his hunches, also seeing nothing there but the Youko and the endless burden of flour covered piles. "Yoko."
Said demon nodded his head forward.
Shuichi turned and there Hiei was staring into the fragile beauty, frozen in place; a harsh ebony contrast, outlined by the shine's halo and the snow's shine. For the moment, Hiei's mind deemed a moments' glory of seeing nature's awe and plunder. Nature's way of begging for intelligent eyes to admire its worth. It seemed almost poetic really. The climate's seasonal habit of decorated means to be noticed by all, reminded Hiei of something Kurama said earlier. How he'd so effortlessly earned the approval of the band without a lift of his hand and the attraction of two, and a fondness of one. Things he's never tried for, fell in the palms of his hands and still he couldn't understand why it was that he didn't want it or at least why the timing for it didn't seem right.
"Hiei!"
The warning came too late. He'd been too caught in thought to see it coming. Wet, hard and smelling quite refreshing, a large mass of snow stayed glued to the back of Hiei's head, lightly trickling off from the main source. Childish cheer gurgled and squealed loud enough to tick Hiei's hide as he whipped around to see the guilty culprit, bouncing another round projectile in his hand.
Yoko smiled. Hiei frowned, his expression daring the bold fox demon to throw—his head snapped backwards from yet another snow bound attack. One swipe of his face, removed the whole mass to reveal a reddened gleam of murder rimmed in Hiei's eyes. "Die!" Fire circulated to life in his palm and pistol shot three separate directions, whistling a descending warning to the target.
Yoko chuckled, and stomped the ground with his left foot. The earth's skin ripped wild spurts of snow, tidal waving a five foot wall. Hiei Leapt back avoiding most of the shocking barrier, minus the bit snagging his foot. Yoko took this chance to ascend above on a ledge of sheeted ice soil, gathering a clump of snow in his hands. With enough ammo to lead an army, he settled two fist size balls in his hands, a crafty smirk saying it all. "You think too much, you know." He threw the ball, purposely missing to get Hiei in another point and caught the back of his shoulder with another quick pitch. "Let yourself go Hiei!" Came his call, followed by three more snowballs chasing behind the dashing Koorime.
Hiei quickened a step behind—but Yoko sniffed him a second early and smashed a couple more to the side. A near miss but he'd managed a leg blow. Now Hiei was pissed. Coming to a sharp edge, his heel skidded in a circular form as he chanced a rapid head shot, flexing his fingers for a five pointed charge. One by one his fingertips glowed an apricot orange, gradually taking shape of pin darts and sprayed by the dozens back to back around the Youko's protection.
For possibly in the longest while, smiled Shuichi when he heard his beloved's, laugh. A good whole hearted laugh, deep and rich of true merriment from taunting the Koorime into playing this childish game of cat and mouse. A true fox by heart, even Yoko needed times of undaunted bliss to ease the razors of his mentality. And here he sort to do the same for Hiei; hoping to get the youth out of his mental turmoil and into a freer way of thinking. And if trying to kill him would do it that then so be it.
Kisa clapped and cheered from the protection of his mini fortress courteous of Shuichi. A large leaf acted as his pallet whist a squared wall surrounded him in a cradled crib. From the comforts within, he could play and enjoy the show of grown adults acting like him. It was the best sort of entertainment any child could as for.
"Damned fool!" Hiei shouted after another blow slammed rough into his kneecap. He snapped his head around when the human dared to chuckle and without thinking scooped a handful of snow and aimed it straight for his face.
Shuichi anticipated the coming shot and summoned the earth's spoil to shield his body from the front. But nothing could save him from a skyward assault. From above Hiei hovered for an instant, unleashing a hellish barrage of snowballs on Shuichi's head.
Kurama was stunned. His hair, his clothes, all of his entire being was saturated with melting ice and a wicked chill clung to his skin as his clothes deflated of their warmth. He stood up, fists clenched at his sides, and before he could realize it he too was caught in the waging snow war between demons with Kisa as his cheering fan. For every abled blow, the tiny tike squealed his appraisal, at times giving some support for Hiei and Yoko for a job well done.
And it was during the midst of this event that a hazy, grave lullaby sung an unknowing tune in the melody of Hiei's mirth. A small chuckle soon became a joined chorus of laughter he could no longer keep bottled inside. The sound was so foreign to him, even he had to wonder if the voiced blare was his own. It'd been brief and light but the tiniest evidence of carefree and fun rang true. For once, if only for that solidified time lapse, he'd simply enjoyed himself. Enjoyed himself with others.
And this mattered.

By the night's quilted seal over the crystal blue, Hiei, Shuichi, Yoko and tiny Kisa were all freezing and covered from head to toe in melted snow. Kisa was tucked underneath Yoko's hair, silently peeping his exhaustion from today's fun. By the time they'd made it to the home base, he was already asleep.
Proof of today's eventful secret that none of them would ever admit too but inside would always keep sacred. An invitation to keep the night lasting was declined, by Hiei from Shuichi and Yoko whom were still up for a more conversation or simply company for the night.
Though there had been a time of fun, Hiei kept his distance though it didn't go without consequence. The spare cavern he'd resided in couldn't have seemed lonelier than it did now as he sparked a calm fire near the back where several thick quilts lied tucked in the furthest corner where a large sized hole in the ceiling gave a perfect view of the skies countless stars. It was from here, when the nights were too chilled to bare that he'd come and gaze for hours into the night sky thinking of every little thing and wanting reason for his thoughts.
All questions would go unanswered but the comfort of the star's winking down, always seemed to speak to him by turns. Some blinking rapid in fast talk, some talking their sweet times, but in the end the silent chatter kept him fulfilled.
Now with thoughts of today's events rupturing his mind frame, there would be no sleep tonight. From the morning's unsuspected kiss to the pleasant charm of peace so alien to him. All of it was alienated from what he was used too. . .and yet—No he needn't concern himself over trivial nonsense. It'd been just a spur of the moment thing for them all. The Chimera's kiss, Shuichi's conversation, and the fool Yoko's skills of getting him to unwind; none of it needed a second thought.
This was all concluded while he pulled untied his scarf from his neck and whip laced its heavy soak on the ground. Reaching his hand over, he grasped the hem of his robe and tugged the suctioned cloth off his body, hearing the slushed water peel away and join the scarf's place. His blue shirt soon followed but his pants reminded. A cozy place by the crackling flames was found and Hiei settled down for the night, mind still tight in thought and body in recover to retrieve all lost warmth.
The fire's flickering flames felt nice against his cold skin, acting as a hot compact for recovery. The quietness was a welcome and yet unwanted person in the cave now. Its company, giving Hiei time to think and again he cursed it all together because it gave him the time to think.
But all silence was shattered when three sharp knocks rapped against his cave frame and from the scent he knew who the late walker was. Lavender and earth were unmistakable; especially after what happened between them this morning. "What do you want?" he inquired roughly.
Unable to handle the quirking bashful flutter of butterflies in his stomach, Kuronue sighed heavily through his nose and clasped his wings shut as he walked inside; his body becoming flared a flickering orange by the fire's glow. His handsome face, was cracked of its normal blithe confidence and now shadowed an unfamiliar blush across his cheeks. "I. . ." he paused and tried again, scuffing his feet from side to side under that beautiful red gaze. "Pige—Hiei," gaining more courage, Kuronue bent to the ball of his right knee and leveled his boiling blue eyes with the dancing red flames, he's come to admire so deeply. "Hiei, can I—I need to ask you. . .Gods," he chuckled. This was really hard.
Hiei lifted a brow, slowly losing his patience.
"Hiei. . ."
"If you're done babbling like an idiot the door is in the other direction," Hiei drew up his leg and tossed his arm over the knee, facial expression zeroed in on the fires intimate dance.
"No, its just. . .Hiei. . .I. . .I. . .Gah dammit," Suddenly Kuronue took a deadly chance and snagged Hiei's hand in his, slamming the back palm to his forehead; a demonic declaration declared as he whispered on a pleaing voice, his tone rasped and desperate. "Hiei, I-I want. . .I would be honored if. . .if you'd allow my chance to court you."
Hiei sat stunned, watching by the slowest motion as his hand was lowered to Kuronue's lips and planted a small, light kiss. From the forehead as an asserted desire wanted for the one they so choose, to the kiss on a hand being confirmed as being the only chosen soul.
And all Hiei could do was stare, unable to speak a single word as those blue eyes darkened, and crinkled an honest smile. . . one only meant for him.
"Would you. . .would you give me that chance?"

TBC: This was by far my most favorite chapter I quite enjoyed it. Hope you did too. We're getting somewhere aren't we? ^_^
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