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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nada and make nada of the Yu Yu Hakusho gang. They all belong to the Yoshihiro Togashi crew. I only own the plotline.

Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
Author's Rant: Let's see what happens in Chapter 20. Wow I can't believe it's already twenty chaps in lol. BTW I want to give a warm hug and kiss to HELLA for letting me use her cliff scene in POISON as a reference. She's a lovely woman so thanks to you babe.
~I apologize for the sudden disappearance of chap 20 guys. I remodeled this chapter by adding in a few more parts because I hated how rushed it seemed. But now I feel better with this version. So feel free to reread or if you're just reading, enjoy~

Impulse

He heard it. Low, faint and fragile; sliced in half by the rushing wind burnishing his hearing. But he heard it; a crystallized shatter against his eardrums, loud enough to rupture his heartbeat's rhythm.
That's when he noticed, the shock ripping through his body with the force of an atomic sledge hammer. From far ahead, the flapping mantle of Youko's mane flashed high with every bound, revealing the loss of warmth where a small child was supposed to be. Kisa wasn't there. Kurama's face stretched wide and worried. Frenzied fear spiraled through his body, cold as the snow's embrace as his gaze scoured all around him for the missing child.
Below, above, branches, twigs, limbs, anything that would suddenly snatch the child mid-way became new criminals for Kurama to blame for the foxling's disappearance but all the culprits proved innocent; nothing falsified in nature. "Kisa. . ." The named whispered against the wind's current as Shuichi braced himself off the next arriving perch, the snow shaking off his landing and turned back.

Hiei halted on his next perch, his nose twitched. Something was amiss. Little Fool's scent has altered. The human's has lessened.
Sudden darts of his eyes waltzed throughout the sheets of wavering white streaming through the snarling woods; none of them holding the noticeable details of being mortal or child. Hiei caught sight of the Youko leading the pack up ahead, but no signs of the human or Kisa.
They were missing. Had they been—No, he would've noticed if something so sudden had occurred. But the blood of something held dear, wretched a constricting clad in his chest. The kit's blood was spilled. Something's happened to the boy.
Hiei glanced up toward the sky where he could see Kuronue circling high above, keeping visual over the commotion—The fool would be upset if he vanished without a trance but. . .Hiei glanced over his shoulder.
He had to go back. If just to be sure the human was already on his way back with the child. He just had to be sure they were fine, if it was simply ease his conscious.
Slipping over the smooth moss tangled on his branch, Hiei casted his final narrow eyed peer toward the retreating bandits and sprinted back.
If nothing else to say for his reasons why his body was heading back into the mouth of danger, he could easily conclude the definition of his behavior as a need-to-know basis. He didn't care what happened to the human.
He didn't care. Not at all.

Inwardly Kurama cursed his own intellect and selfish lack of attention. He should've suspected something; anything at all. The child's silence should've been signal enough but he'd been so caught up in his own welfare's escape to notice. The cries of the band's deep screams and howling captures only ceased Kurama's lungs in a cage of fear. Bodies were suddenly snatched over mid jumps from below, as those who failed to listen to Yoko's warnings became victims of the snake's attack.
Kurama stayed high above, mentally calculating where the situation had occurred and returned to retrace his footsteps. Through the chaotic hell reciting all around him, he maintained calm, collected in his wits as he bypassed everything that he deemed unruly to hold a tiny babe. But concern was hard to dislodge from his expression as he scanned over the grounds, for a contrasting body against the frozen earth. His brow creased furrowed lines. Every second clocking by further increased his anxiety.
To call out the kit's name would only place him in danger, and Gods help him Kurama wouldn't dare do such a thing but oh how he longed to call out this boy's title if just to hear that squeak again. Anything, even if the tiniest tremble, would suffice in leading him toward Kisa.
"Please. . ." Came his hissed prayer above to whoever listened. A one worded benediction was all he could sacrifice, letting it be enough to give his gratitude should he find the child alive and well.
Kurama landed on another tree, hunkered within the rolled scrolls of magnetized snow when a serpent slithered its heaviness across the ground, searching for prey. A large length of polished black, shimmered from the scales, gracefully shimmied under the sun's glare, reflecting an untrue texture, rough and slimed. Its smoothness crunched and stretched along the ground. Kurama stayed still, unmoved and steady as he watched it go about its ventures.
A chance encounter with these villains was one best avoided. Not even he was capable of handling the speed and agility these snakes possessed during their hunger woes.
That's when he heard it again. Kurama stood, switching his eyes from side to side, trying to pinpoint the broken chirp. It sounded so weak. Oh Kisa . . .No he wouldn't dare think such a thing. Kurama shook his head of the worst and leapt to another perch aiming for the sound's location. He replayed its frequency in memorized tone, accuracy and distance. He felt he was getting closer the more he raced through towards the southern forest region. The cry repeated itself again in his mind, he was getting so close.
His attention drew no notice as he crouched within every hidden contour offered of the trees. But the trees were becoming more stretched, spaced out between each other. It left him out and vulnerable as he hurried on but he didn't care. Kurama had reason to hurry now.
Down below he could see him, lifeless and terrifyingly immobile. His heart pounded hard against his rib cage when he saw the viper enclosed its spaced out coils in preparation to constrict its victim in a lover's envy embrace.
The only emotion raking the edge of Kurama's mind was pure murderous intent, clouded rage surged the forces of spiritual compulsion through his fingertips as he reached within the treads of scarlet hair for a summoned seedling, blossoming into its master's weapon. A thorned rose unsealed its petals in a whirlwind display, blanketing the world in shades of scented crimson. But the rose's beauty was a forgotten appearance as it lengthened into the chained links of horned spikes connected to a long whip.
Kurama leapt into the air, flicking his wrist. "Rose Whip!" Clings of invisible metal buzzed a whistling descent, coming down to wrap a deadly circle over the snake's jaws. Several rapid rotations held its mouth closed—one pressured tug, ripped its jaws apart spewing slashed ribbons of bloodied flesh and fangs on the ground, blemishing the innocent snow with its gory mush. Speckles of copper red, spilled on Kurama's cheek as he recoiled his whip and walked over to scoop up the unconscious child in his arms.
Timid squirms raptured in nightmarish pain for poor Kisa as in his sleep he felt the fires of agony. The smallest shifts quaked a stiffened joint or broken bone, bundled inside his body. A single thick drop of blood left an evil journey from Kisa's lip, traveling down his chin.
Inner damage. Kurama felt his heart sink. Gods how could he have been so careless? The conniving line of red was glared upon like the unwanted disease it was as Kurama thumbed off the smudge and flicked it away.
"Shhh be still now." Kurama whispered, soothingly rubbing the quivering back to peace. "I'll take you some place safe."
Safe. But where or what would he classify safety in the midst of this hellish combat zone?
The commotion caused an uproar from the surrounding predators in range. Vipers were closing the only exits he could take. Trees creaked and moaned from their limbs hanging offhanded from the smaller snakes raining off their branches. From several corners, the largest of the brew slithered close, heads pressed flat against the grounds, forking their tongues from the taste of the air's blood spill.
The death of one of their own attracted them by the handfuls; a mistake Kurama should've contemplated on, but he'd been to blinded by hatred to think clearly of what consequences his attack would cause.
He stood amongst the approaching assailants, backing up as far as he could, being mindful of the lifeless corpse by his feet. Even in death a snake's body holds life for a moment longer, the nerves refusing to give up their host. The slightest touch could trigger a mechanism reaction.
Kurama unleashed his whip, letting it bundle by his ankle. "You'd be wise to steer clear of me," he warned the vicious onslaught. "I have no quarrel with your kind, Vipers. Let us return to our homelands and we promise not to enter your sanctuary again." By now he'd be backed against the trees. A purposely motion he's done to detail the perfect surprise attack. One. . .two. . . three. . . twenty seven. There were twenty seven in total. Trickles of spiritual energy soaked his palm where his whip resided, silently feeding its length into the earth.
Words of peace failed miserably to convince the snakes to withdraw, as they closed in. The youngers held back, flung over the sticks and twigs above like nooses, ready to hang their victim. Elders of various sizes enclosed a circular perimeter, sealing every possible exit they assumed the human would take.
But their ignorant theories would cost them greatly.
By sudden quivers, the grounds shifted. Shakes strong enough to rattle their thick toned bodies like rag dolls, caused a delirium pause in the snakes. The trees clicked, sticks snapped, branches suddenly gained life, and spring forth.
Kurama took a deep inhale and darted to the left, missing the frozen soil sprouting barbs of needled thorns, and aerial harpoons, shot from above and below by the tree's roots and branches. Sharp hisses, sung loud and enraged as their bodies became stabbed multiple times, mercilessly tearing the bones out of place, and slashing the riplets of muscle from their frames.
It wouldn't be enough to get away in time. The plant life's sudden feed of energy caused enormous disturbance in the area. The greenery pulses with the agile of a living heartbeat, alive and able to bodily reach out for all that moves in range. The danger was increased now that they had the taste of flesh and blood buried within their roots and now it only heightened for more.
This was a risk Kurama had no other option but to take. Any other attacks weren't sufficient to kill that many at once, but now he was on the run from both the surfacing greeds of his own servants and that of the hunger snakes; both famished for his blood. Running through the forest, he increased his powers to keep up the speedy dash, carefully darting and dodging all that got in his way.
Mid jump he'd been careless, he didn't see the snake awaiting him below, patiently stalking for someone like him to make a mistake—it was too late. His bound from tree to ground, left him wide open. No way to cover, no way to hide, too fast for his whip to attack. . .
But what happened next was incredible.
Eyes fined of woven ruby, ablaze a devil's flame blistered as hot as the flames of crimson fires scorching the snake's body as it howled in pain.
"Keep running!" Hiei yelled using the snake's head to bound after Kurama's stride.
Kurama needed no further persuasion to keep going as he back flipped off another branch and landed soundlessly on the ground, keeping his speed strong. Hiei caught up, jumping from above falling in perfect sync to the mortal's pace.
"How did you find me?"
Hiei used his blade to cut anything obscuring their stride, "Your energy spiked out of control. I grew suspicious." A sudden root wrapped around his ankle, and quickly fell victim to his fire. "And for good reason it seems."
"I had no other choice." Was Kurama's estranged explanation, keeping watching for another wave of serpents.
Together the two ran as far as they could, destination unknown and uncared of where their supposed path would lead. Escaping was the only concurred plan until a miraculous option became known. Countless times, Hiei's had to kill off the jutted roots or beams of attack plant life, confused with whom they should attack and devour into their membranes. Kurama's attention was divided between the streams of shimmering lines becoming viewable before them and below his feet, where the vibrations vocalized the snake's burying blitz.
"Above!" Hiei tore his sword through a fallen snake, half of its wiggly body slapped across his arm.
"Hiei!" Not a second sooner, Hiei's hand burned when the prickle of razor points stabbed into his palm, sending a rush of poisonous venom. Hiei jammed his fist against a tree, smashing the snake's head to a mushed splatter, the fangs still lunged in his hand. "Damn." He shuddered. Poisoned. Again. Imagine the damned irony of being taken down a second time near the same person for the same exact reasons.
Tighten cords of muscle quickly lost function. Hiei wobbled, slamming the hilt of his sword into the ground. Vastly coursing through his body, the poison battled within his body searing his limbs numb.
Kurama landed by him, shifting Kisa under his arm. He placed two fingers by the Koorime's pulse point, counting the pulse rate. He paused—Hiei's breathing was too labored. His lungs were working harshly to keep the flow of oxygen in his suffocating organs. "Hiei, come on." Kurama hooked an arm over his shoulder.
Hiei roughly shrugged him off, "Leave me be." He hoarse violently. "I can carry my own weight."
"Not in the condition you're in Hiei. We don't have time to argue." They had less time then they realized. Kurama could sense another wave approaching. There wouldn't be time to attack or prepare a trap. Their only choice was to flee until better options came too.
Hiei used his sword as leverage to hold his grumbling body up against the dull thickness, swallowing his spirit. His knee hit the ground, his breathing heavily uneven and tortured. "G-go. Take the child. Go." He wheezed, sweat frosting over his brow. Both knees, slammed against the crunched snow, drenching the cloaks of his robe. Feebly, he tried to bring himself up to his feet, but feverish chills were becoming evident through the killer toxins racing in his system. The acidic burns coursed throughout his nervous system, shutting down whatever defiled their demands, thickening in parts of his body he needed most.
The vipers were getting closer. There was no time to consider retaliation—Kurama snatched Hiei by his collar, reeling his body the best he could over his shoulder. Hiei grunted as his stomach curved over, one hand still clamped around his sword, the other instinctly grabbing the loose edges of the human's haori. "Dammit." Reduced to this. Again.
"Be strong Hiei."

By the nerving ending of the forest, most of the terrified marauders reached their limit but it was just as well that they'd all succumb to their exhaustion when reaching the ending of Serpent's Grove. The vipers were many and strong but even they knew better then to venture pass the protection of their territories. The risk of exposure was too great and in the wide open horizon, their prey would have the advantage against them.
A fact Yoko was proud of himself for remembering as he steeled close by the closure as a baring witness to the cowardly retreat of his enemies. Alas the number loss of his men was his newest Achilles heel. A fair total of forty seven men were eaten alive or injured during the calamity. Most of the injured were too far gone in their poisoned states to wait for treatment. So he had Yomi take care of the task of doing away with the weaker ones and having Kuronue scouting the layout of their trail to see if there were any stragglers who hadn't caught up to them just yet.
But even in his stiffened posture, arms folded across his chest, he stared off after the forest waiting for the final arrival of two who'd assumed would've arrive by now. Shuichi had done back. The Youko hadn't questioned the boy's decision and choose to let him go as he wished for the child. It shouldn't have been a problem for Shuichi to handle a simple handful of snakes on his own.
He'd been tempted to go back to check the status of the human's situation but when he'd seen Hiei take flight back within the forest, his theory of a helpless Shuichi dissolved. . .
But that had been nearly thirty clicks ago and not once had he seen hide nor hair of the two. . .Inwardly, he was becoming worried of the worst.
"Chief," Kuronue landed before him, eyes filled with concern. "There were about a handful crouched inside trees, but nothing more. The ones poisoned I killed off from there."
"I see," Yoko shrugged his shoulder, keeping his gaze out on the forest line. "It couldn't be helped. Another recruitment will have to be issued to covered the loss. In the meantime, you and Yomi take what's left back to the campsite. I'll meet you there by sunset."
Kuronue paused, "I can't."
Yoko chose that instant to snap his gaze at the disobedience lit afire in his friend's eyes. "Can't or won't?"
"Both," He answered on point. "Not without Hiei. I know he's back in there with those things. I ain't leaving 'em."
"Kuronue—"
"Don't tell me not to go back in there Yoko," The Chimera growled low and dangerously daring. "I'll challenge you, if you keep me from savin' what's mine. . ." His cobalt eyes bled the crimson and his wings spread out as was the fighter's stance of his ancestry. Hazel honey cool and controlled, clashed with the cerulean thunder's rebellious build, fluttering with the powered glow of youth. But even the spouts of thunder had to relinquish bravery before the sun. Kuronue knew this and looked away, grinding his teeth angrily in familiar chagrin, that he knew would forever remain. No matter the circumstances, their ranks would always make the difference between order and control.
And the Youko knew this, "Take them back to the base," he reordered, precise and slick as a blade. "I will bring them back. Dead or Alive."
"Yes," Kuronue clenched his lengthened fangs, the feathers of his appendages lowered back in place and he eased his hat over his eyes as Yoko bypassed his side, "Yoko. . ."
He stopped.
Kuronue kept his back to him, "Be careful. All of you come back in one piece."
Yoko allowed his silent resolve to fill the void of mystery behind his reply as he left. By the edge of the forest there was one more piece of advice he had for another who sat inclined on a tree, his arms crossed across his chest, a blazed confidence dancing in his onyx eyes. "Yomi." The simple one worded greet spoke more than what said demon could interpret of his closest friend.
"For the sake of a human," Yomi said. "Hiei is understandable. He's valuable to the clan. The brat and mortal we can do without."
"Your concern is noted and ignored." Yoko mumbled coolly.
"Tsk," Snorted Yomi, arrogantly. "Since when did the almighty Yoko give a damn about weak humans and small children. You've changed." Too much in his opinion. There was just too much going on within his leader and ally to ignore any longer. "You keep following behind them like this, you'll wind up getting yourself killed. It's not worth it. Take something else and be done with what you don't need."
"The same can be implied to you Yomi," Yoko and Yomi locked eyes. The sheer of illuminated gold mixed with empty darkness. "If you dare to stake claim on another's possession, be aware of the consequences. Kuronue won't go easy on you just because you're comrades."
Yomi froze ridged, his blood pumped faster; all of it in a momentary steel that Yoko caught before it resided back in place, "I don't know what you're talking about." The younger demon whispered. "You're over exaggerating as always."
Yoko stood there, giving his friend a single once over before blending into the forest grove, "We shall see."

Somehow along the way of escape, Hiei had maneuvered his body so that his chin was rested on Kurama's shoulder and his legs were aligning his waist. In and out of consciousness, Hiei kept his eyes weary of where they were going, barely able to keep an offensive whenever one of their tracking predators attacked.
His body felt so weak; weighty and dulled of no soul or energy. The pain was monstrous. Plugged joints twitched cramping in an odd stance, almost hooked. Stable streams of youki seeped into the punctured holes, slowing the poison's deadly trail to a standstill. Groans, purred painfully against Kurama's ear and hot breathe teased his neck as he bound further into the forestry unsure of where he was to go.
His mission was clear and more than enough to motivate him to get these two to a safer area. Kisa's injuries were severe for a child so young. His body hadn't moved since he'd been picked up and Kurama feared the worst for him. Hiei's condition was just as life threatening with the venoms of the snakes inside him. Herbal remedies were stored back at the camp and with the fire demon's healing properties he should be fine for the time being. A full day at best before the miasma killed him off.
His thoughts were instantly forgotten as they suddenly fell from another tree arm, plummeting fast and balanced as Kurama barely maintained his footing, slipping on the frozen soil. There exit was cut off by the abrupt drop of a flat cliff edge, defiled of any trees, grass—or escape.
Trapped. Like a fox wedged into the tightest corner, Kurama swallowed the salted heaves of fluttering apprehension. "Damn." He whispered, overseeing the vast spread of Makai open and clear to his eyes, disguised under the sheets of purity. The skies magenta glow was the congealed bloods of its beautiful title, marking it as the dangerous land it was.
Dangerously cornered on the edge, Kurama stepped back several paces, hiking Hiei's slipping body. They wouldn't make such a jump. Climbing down wasn't an option. The jutted stones were too slick from snow to grasp or hold proper footing. It'd take too long to find another route.
Nowhere to run. They were trapped.
Hiccupping hisses rustled under the brush. Kurama hadn't the time to think it through logically. Protect what was his. That was his only appointed task now. No other way to conjure up anymore techniques or sudden uniqueness to get out of this situation. He was going to have to use pure instinct to get out of this.
Both of his charges were laid on the crunchy snow; Kisa on top Hiei's chest, as Kurama recalled the strength of his rose whip; in time for the stalking growls emerging from the wake of the forest. Three serpents all equal in size of a large oak crawled through, flickering their tongues, already tasting their victim's rotted carcass.
By the slowest degrees they moved in, one by one eyes a rounded yellow of clear death singed in that single black slash.
"Stay back." Kurama summed the strength of his lungs as loud and powerful as he could muster, he too advancing onward to his enemies. "Your final warning Vipers."
They didn't listen. The right serpent struck first, high above. Surprise if this large creature's rapid sky assault wasn't foreseen but Kurama was able to snag his whip around the contours of open vulnerability. Its stomach wavered open and hovered for only an instant. Kurama's thorns lacerated a gapping rip in it's under belly, unleashing the spilling gore of fresh blood and innards, like rain. It fell to its death, still managing its momentary throes of upcoming death.
The rattling impact stunned Kurama stiff. The other two vipers merged forward, splitting at the center to take either side. Kurama took another stance, his whip's sudden weight becoming overbearing. It was covered with the other viper's bloodied demise but he could shift it just enough to gash the eyes of his right attack but nothing could stop the sneak attack of the other assailant.
Kurama turned and dodged a frontal strike of twinned fangs, dripping acidic venom. The fumes burned his eyes as it melted through the soils exterior. During his backflip in the air, the rest of the snakes body followed suit to helixed the entirety of its loosen body around Kurama's body, half encasing his right arm and waist.
Strangled chokes gasped out of thinned lips, ribs scrapped against his stomach lining as Kurama opened his mouth. Nothing could come out or in. He couldn't breathe. Smothering oppression surrounded his body tighter. The coils of a snakes embrace were always said to describe the reptiles' affectionate display towards its meals. Its love shun dear in the stupendous grasp of stifling grip.
Kurama's heaved sour saliva. He felt the unwanted tang of irony blood, unable to spit it free. Before he could lose his mentality, the sickening snap of his own bones creaked a horrible tune. Shorten pants asthmatically eased through Kurama's chapping lips as he tried to remain still, faking an early death. But his heart's desperate tremors gave signal for the snake to hug its compacting force.
He couldn't hold his whip. Kurama's finger's flexed and twitched, the feeling in his right arm lost its control. Through weak attempts his dull nails clawed undamaging trails along the smooth, even scales. Coughs, gasp, everything he could gain would balance out the lost oxygen. Darkness fogged over his bulging eyes; speckled colors ruptured their collective gathering in the world. His skin prickled, stretched off. . .
He couldn't breathe . . .he couldn't breathe. . . Yoko. . . Yoko . . . Hiei . . .
In the next moment, a razor sharp gust of swirling auras descended as wild as a twister's destructive mass gravitating pressurized forces. Quicker than the eye could see, blaring crackles of blood streamed lightning strikes several times with the disordered clashes of thunderous silver. Metallic strikes clashed with hardened claw. The movement happened in the briefest instant before the sounds of it all came to a sudden halt.
Distilled silence dampened the once blood lusted surface, replaced by death's low song.
Eyes bled from polished gold to deep red, evilly staring down the mangled enemy who dared to touch what was his. Yoko crouched half bent to his knees, claws erect, fangs pricking his lips, defenselessly enraged. One clawed hand possessively cradled the body of his unconscious mate against his chest.
The aristocratic scowl on his face was the true facial done to stare down those he deemed unworthy of the very air he breathed. "Damned beasts," They dared to touch what he alone claimed as his. Yoko could see nothing, hear no voice of reason. Stone cold flashes of malicious hell danced around his eyes as red as the blood spilled by his own hands. The carcass of the disembodied snake lied scattered across the earth in a glob of sliced pieces.
Drawing back his foot, Yoko kicked the severed head over the cliff. Long tangled bodies stretched all around them, lifeless; a terrorizing injury against the snow's angelic face.
A long winded cough drew his attention behind. Yoko turned, whip at the ready but stood down when he noticed Hiei sitting up by the backs of his hands, eyes narrowing a numbed light through the smells of toxin spillage and early decay. Looking around weakly at the mess, Hiei automatically hugged an arm around Kisa's body, "Is he alive?" he winched feeling his chest constrict.
"He'll survive," Was all Yoko said. "Will you?" He earned a long look and a short nod.
Hiei sat upright, nearly toppling over from his injured hand's swollen purple. "I have by sunset till I die."
"I'll have you back at the sanctuary before then," Yoko said, returning to his humanoid normalcy. "You're still of some value to me."
"No surprise," Hiei steadily stood, keeping a firm grip on Kisa. "The boy's another story. He needs care before me."
"You'll both get the attention needed."
"Tend to the child's wounds before my own," Grunted Hiei. "I won't seek any help until than."
Yoko cupped Shuichi's body against his chest as he settled for satisfying the Koorime's wishes for now. "As you wish."
Hiei sheath his sword, waddling making his way around the piled chucks of flesh. Senses were lessened, nose filled with disarming odors of rotten blood and powerful stings of iron. His stance was too unbalanced to realize the body he stepped over shift mid-step. The swish of a long tail swirl snapped around his neck with the strength of a roped chain.
There was no time to think, no realized motion of action. Sudden folds smothered his throat of any air. Too sudden to think, the tail flung his body near what he just remembered was the bluffed edge of the cliff. There he flew high above, the tip of his foot grazing the jagged edge. The fall was too far. Survival spiraled his mind in flooding solutions.
But only one voiced loudest amongst the rest.
Washed over memories of a descent meant to murder his very existence appeared with the voice of the only creature who wanted him alive. He closed his eyes, mental images of a life he never dreamed for himself came to mind. And the clearest scene of large yellow eyes lovingly starred at him, full of sunshine and happiness.
Hiei opened his eyes, his resolve concluded. If not for his sake, than at least for the boy.
Someone needed to live.
His movements were done on impulse, fast and precise. Hiei tangled his fingers into the mop of silver hair and flung Kisa, hard into the sky. His frail body flew high and disappeared overview, bouncing off the ground. He was safe.
But now. . .
Hiei could only stare at the blood curried sky, falling as he had so long ago to his death. . .
And Yoko went after him.
There was no more time to consider anything reasonable. It was reckless. Yoko didn't care.
Never would Hiei have imagined seeing the sun's blaring blindness confuse him into believing that the pale plummeting figure was Yoko. The Youko had jumped over after him. After him. Yoko's expression was livid, open wide with clear declaration for one purpose.
Determination glowed on Yoko's ashen face, eyes callowed with primal instinct. Hiei couldn't believe it until long arms slammed his body against solid chest, twisted around and Yoko collided ful force against the jagged walls, receiving the blunted impact. A gurgled gasp, sputtered blood on Hiei's jaw and the growled grunt of agony burned his ears, but his eyes could only see silver, the sky and cleansed white . . .
The iron clad hold was suffocating, secured as they fell faster in a bottomless drop to the forested ground below. The rapidity of their descent was breathing stealing, wavering with dizziness and Hiei's eyes were still locked on the endless skies when their bodies crashed through the stabbing trees, impaling their arms and legs until finally slamming against the ground.
Sputtered pain cried out a choking gasp, spews of iron tang salting his throat for a moment as a white lighted delirium fanned over his eyes. But the once metallic hold that held the Koorime clamped down fell loosely to the side from his waist and instant worry raked his pain laced body, the overwhelming surge of blood keeping his heart pumping through the approaching slumber.
"Dammit," he hacked, violently coughing up the rippled wretches tugging his arms and legs as he slide off Yoko's chest. But he didn't move. Yoko didn't move an inch.
Using his left hand, Hiei lifted his limp body upright, and shakily reached out his fingers to press against his chest.
It was too hard to tell. He didn't feel anything.
Vibrate quivers shook his frame as he lowered his ear down to listen for what he could not feel. Light, dull pumps beat against his ear, spaced out between the previous pulses. He wasn't dead—but he was close to it.
Hiei jerked his head back too quickly—throbbing pains smacking his temple as he glared up at the steep cliff. So high. Even for someone like Youko; an A ranked demon. Should he die from such unnecessary drop, Hiei would kill the bastard himself. Shit. To die like this? For him? A lower classed demon nowhere near his caliber, yet the Youko took the plunge without hesitation.
Hiei lowered his eyes back to the unmoved victim, reaching out to slide off the ribbons of hair hiding his face. His hand continued its nervous travel spreading out the disheveled tresses until going underneath the nest to curve around the ball of his head and lifted him up.
Hiei froze, pandemonium shattering his thoughts.
A pearled trail of blood trickled from Yoko's nostril, journeying its devastation along the curve of a high cheek bone and beaded on Hiei's finger tips.
The fool was hurt. Because of him. Yoko was unconscious because of him.
God there was so much blood. All because he leapt in after him. The damned asshole. What had been going through his mind to take such a risk, such a drop? Not for him. Not for a rouge demon who' would sooner see hell's door before anyone.
"I didn't ask you to save me," Hiei snarled weakly to the sleeping body. "I didn't," he coughed. "I didn't ask you to come after me. Now look at you." He lowered Yoko's head against the dampening snow, as he twirls of blurry hues erupted in his eyes. Darkness eclipsed and vanished like the clouds shade around the moon as he gaged a handful of blood. That's went he realized that he hadn't gone unshaved from the powerful blow. His legs hurt, more likely sprung. His hand was more swollen with a stick impaled in his side. No wonder he was worried about all the blood. It was all his.
Relief as well as anger floored him as he chuckled bitterly. "How amusing. You take the fall and I'm still the one hurt." The pure agonizing irony of it all was amusingly stupid.
Drawing in a long dragged sigh, Hiei peered up at the cliff wondering. . .wondering if the other two were fine—
Pain ricocheted in his chest as hot bile surfaced in his throat. Drunken dizziness grasped his mind, teetering agitation as his mind became lighter, his head pounded.
Strangely everything transformed into something foreign and clumsily fell forward—on top of Yoko's chest. Blasting rays of light thundered with each pulsating disturbance, stirring another wave of peppering black. Just as flaps of shadows begin to swallow him whole, enough strength willed his chin up to stare at the closed eyed Youko.
Even in rest he held nobility about him that spoke volumes of his arrogance, Hiei thought slipping away. "Don't die . . ." he whispered, nearly resolved to the pulls of sleep. "Don't . . . die."

TBC: Ok I feel so much better redoing this chapter. I feel completely satisfied now. More relaxation next chapter. Which I'll try to have up this week. Emphasis on TRY. ^_^
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