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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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A Step Forward

Clouded hazel eyes opened to the skies and a grunt chipped his dried lips from the bodily ache wedged heavily to the bone. Gods he'd really done it in this time. Perhaps a better thought out method to a suicidal leapt was in order or maybe he'd considered his own fluidity to be a determining factor between life and death.
It almost felt like the latter the way his entire form raked from the painful throbbing.
Yoko blinked through the obsidian speckles flickering like fireflies and when he tried to sit up, a recoiling snap slapped him back against the frost bed. "Damn," he hoarsed, shifting back in place. Broken ribs, cracked spine. That'll take a while to heal.
The second cause to him being unable to move was the weighted press of the flattened warm spawned across his chest. Lifting his head the best he could, until his half lidded gaze landed on Hiei.
Close eyed and badly bruised; he doesn't seem to have moved.
Yoko knew he was alive from the light beats tuned in sync to his pulse, but judging from the caked flakes of blood over his brow and cheek, his daring plunder hadn't been one hundred percent fool proof. The Koorime had suffered some injuries too; perhaps just as harmful. Clamping his jaws shut against the bony grind of ribs crackling together, Yoko pulled himself upward, hissing at the monstrous burden it placed on every fiber.
Damn he'd really misguided his recklessness that time. Imagine him being the rank of A being reduced to this. This was utterly displeasing, absolutely below par. He could kick his own ass for being so idiotic; that had went against again he'd ever done in the past; especially to this extent, battered and bruised beyond imaging.
So now look where his foolishness has landed him. Crumpled and hurt with an equally ruined bundle of weakly collapsed fire demon on his stomach. Yoko sat up more, accidentally easing the Koorime in his lap. Shakily reaching out his hand, with what strength he could muster, he effortlessly lifted Hiei up enough to flip him on his side and cradle him in his left arm for inspection.
At the very least, he could see if his act of stupidity was with some success. Yoko knew he wasn't thinking when he went over. It'd been on pure impulse, a demanding instinct that he himself would control what happened to this Koorime. And before he knew it, he'd taken the deadly jump and the rest was a lacked memory. All he recalls was taking care that at least Hiei was fine. It seems Yoko has been making a habit of ensuring the Koorime's welfare was always as quaint as Shuichi's. Always being sure of where he was, how he was doing and other misguided nonsense on his part.
This was all Kuronue's fault; him and his overbearing infatuation with Hiei was starting to soak into his mental focus. Having him making bold moves like that. Yoko vowed to whip that bastard against a tree when he returned.
And yet—Yoko shifted Hiei higher, gliding the tip of his claws over the crusted specks of claret along his brow—could he really blame Kuronue for his own actions? No one forced him to go after Hiei.
No, it'd been his own cause to do it. Yoko slipped his fingertips under the sweat wiggled barbs of ebony hair, cutting through the white band to find the source of the dried blood and been from a hairline slash. Nothing too major exterior-wise. Hiei's once electric shock hair was no more the head of gravity defiance it used to be. All trickles of black were now a matted clot down on the slides, a stiff wavered tangle of tresses grazing his jaw.
Yoko was pleased with the head gash being minor and sort out other areas where bloodshed ran. Like the cut on the paled contours of Hiei's cheekbone, Yoko thumbed off and went onward—almost in a trace as the more he came to look over the youthful features, the more his journey of examination became one of curiosity. Tanned skin held the fiery flush of flames no more, now replaced with the deathly pale from exhaustion and the chilled air. Yoko's claws timidly graced over Hiei's eyelids, the high arch of well sculpted cheekbones, and over the slightly parted lips, huffing out clouds of white.
Seeing how quiet and fragile Hiei was now was mildly disturbing. Such a large difference compared to the spicy rough, savage he was by nature. Smart mouthed, well spoken, quick to lose his temper—all so foreign from the face of innocence he held currently.
Was that the reason Yoko had risked his life—risked his life? For the sake of some common ground demon? For Hiei?
Yoko shook his head slightly. Ridiculous.
Yoko stayed his eyes over the proud demon cradled in his arms like a child, continuing his travels over the chap crackled lips and down to his pointed chin until landing over a demon's most guarded organ. Yoko pressed his claw in the softest, drawing a light triangle dent in the skin. How easy it would be to do the tiniest prick—
Hiei grunted, suddenly shifting in Yoko's arm. Sweat profuse over his skin excreting an aroma of venomous oxygen. Poison. Hiei's poisoned. Yoko lowered his face down to the junctions of Hiei's throat, sighing warmth over the spread of vulnerability and pressed his lips down, suckling hard enough to nip the skin. . .

Hiei felt his soul being stolen. And for good reason. Dreamily waking up to what appeared to be no sun, splashes of stringed silver him vision to the world and so much weight was pressed into your throat. Too dangerous. Full comprehension slowly grew in gradual depictions. He was wrapped snug in long warm arms, his arms were restrained by his sides, and a hand was strongly curved around the ball of his head. Hot breath was mouthed around his throat—his windpipe suddenly cloaked with primal confusion.
Hiei flexed his fingers. He tries to breathe the slow rise of panic away but the piling hair covering his nostrils makes it harder. He huffs in hopes of getting it off his face it but its smothering heaviness was sweat bound, far too weighty to be moved by a mere blow of wind. But as he was now, it left him exposed, too vulnerable. Ripples of unknown visual what was happen sends panic traveling down his spine; the very same primitive instinct bred within all for the sole purpose of survival.
Struggles commenced and the more Hiei was weighed down, the more he unwillingly began to panic.
"Easy, easy," he heard through the fog of animalistic fright. Yoko kept his fangs pricked warningly inside.
And like the worded recital to a magician's spell, Hiei relaxed, gradually steadying his breathing. For reasons he couldn't fathom his body stayed calm—maybe because he knew it was Yoko. Yes he was still nervous, like any other demon had that ping of apprehension when in a position like this, but maybe since it was the Youko he wasn't so worried. It was uncomfortable and oddly disorienting but nonetheless, he remained cool.
"What are you doing?" Hiei asked, voice raw from miasmic exposure. "You're draining me."
"Poison," Yoko groggily muffled against his throat. "It's the only way to rid it from your system."
"Find another—Mnn," Hiei stopped moving. Yoko sung his fangs in deeper, both having heard the sickening pop of fang break through flesh. "Can't—can't breathe."
"Shh relax," Gurgled pants, and hurried pulses pumped against Yoko's lips. Hiei's anxiety was working against him. No one his age can deal with being held captive this way. It didn't matter. He'd done what he could for the lad for now. The rest could be handled at the Sanctuary.
Slowly and careful, Yoko retracted his fangs and released Hiei's arms. Hiei quickly slapped his hand to the side of his neck with a malicious glare at the face above. "You could've fixed what you caused."
Yoko lifted a brow as he settled back against the ground, "Your appreciation is charming." He said dryly. "One would think you'd feel gratitude towards the one who broke his own bones for you."
"You broke your bones—ugh," Hiei tried to balance himself upright, but the sudden vertigo rush threw him back against Yoko's chest.
"Lie still fool," Yoko grunted. "Your head took a hard blow to the head. There's a gash here."
"Never mind that," Hiei attempted another sit up, but settled with staying where he was after the world began to spin. "What's broken?"
Yoko shimmied his shoulders, "A few ribs, my right leg I believe is fractured, my back snapped, but the bones have long since fused. Nothing to worry over. The cliff broke our descent half way down," Yoko peered up ward's the rocky wall, somehow tired just from looking at the massive height difference. "But my body's healed to some degree. Just a bit sore is all."
"Oh," the explanation eased some of Hiei's concern a little as he unplugged his hand from the punctured leakage. "So you're recovered." He stated more than asked.
Yoko nodded, "To a certain extent." One of his ears swiveled to the side, "I'll be able to move in a while."
So he was still in a pain then, Hiei assumed. But after taking the full blunt of such a fall, it's a wonder he's alive. "You shouldn't have jumped," he consented after a moment's silence. "You could've kept your focus on getting your human and the boy to safety. My life is nothing you needn't concern yourself over."
Yoko said nothing, his gazed glued to whatever.
But Hiei continued on, irritation laced inside, "What are you playing at my saving me Yoko? Is this some sickened ploy by you to have me indebted now? To have my life in your hands? What is it? A trick to keep me bedded in this band?"
Still no reply.
"Answer me!" Hiei was seething enraged. No one did that. Not for him. He'd fallen before. No one came for him. Now to be kept alive for possibly the opposite reasons as those witches he tried to take his life. It's unacceptable.
Looming quietness lied gravitated between the two, yet it was Hiei's heart that pounded forcefully against his chest. He didn't know the reason why his breathing became shallow, or why he couldn't take his eyes away from Yoko's steeled profile. It could've been because he was still being held in Yoko's arms like a beloved child or something else. Or he couldn't understand why he tremored when those razor eyes eased his way, glinted an unfamiliar moment of indecision and concentration.
"You think I'd go so far to manipulate you into staying," Yoko finally concluded low. "I have told you to stay. Never have I physically forced you to remain with my clan. You've been more than able to leave as easily as you came. You're the one who stays on your own will, despite my supposed warnings."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Because there's none to give."
When Hiei angrily turned his head away, three clawed fingers pulled his chin back. "What do you want me to say Hiei? That I jumped over to save you for some malicious purpose? You're not worth the trouble it takes to keep just one person." Yoko snapped softly. "If I said I didn't want to see you die, not even that answer would suffice would it?"
"No," Hiei pulled his chin free. "You wouldn't come after me. You said it yourself I'm not one to be troubled keeping around. You hurt yourself for me. For my life. It wasn't worth the attempt."
"I told you not to worry about my welfare."
"It was because of me you got hurt. You could've died—"
Yoko suddenly growled. A deep, thunderous growl; dangerously cruel and edged off on aggravation stored deep in his chest. "Bite your tongue boy. Never, ever, consider you or anyone else to be the ones who command my actions. I'm the one who decides my own fate, not you."
The Koorime froze, stiffened in place by the icicle slice those words impacted on him. Hiei snarled back, trying to wretch his jaw free. He wanted to get away from him. Away from the damned fool. It wasn't that he was hurt. He wasn't angry. He was just—just . . .
Blowing through his nose, Yoko gently let go of Hiei's chin and dropped his face against the blood matted mop of hair. Yoko nudged his cheek Hiei's brow as the physical apology he knew the fire demon would interpret. Slow purrs pulsed inside his throat—and Hiei stopped his thrashing. Becoming dull eyed and slight pissed, he in turn, gave in to the apologetic gesture, giving his own series of deep grumbles. Hiei relaxed a slight bit, keeping his guard up for another blow up.
"You can be such a bastard, you know that," Hiei shrugged Yoko's face off his head. "One minute you're an ass, the next you're a dick. Mood swings and crazed idiotic mind, I haven't the slightest idea why I even bothered asking."
"I had you worried," Yoko mumbled, trying to maintain calm posture and no jerked motions. His words were clean-cut and carefully thought out. "It was never my intention to have you concerned about me. If I nearly died it wouldn't have been without purpose. You would've at least lived. My injuries are my own fault Hiei, not yours." He spoke slowly and targeted on point as if willing the definition of his explanation to a small toddler.
Still hugged in Yoko's arms, Hiei merely grunted turning his eyes to Yoko's throat. "I don't care." He grumbled, ending the conversation all there. "We need to get back to the other two. The human and child might be—what are you doing? Unhand me!"
Yoko suddenly stood, wobbled and unbalanced, Koorime and all in his arms. "Be silent." Tossing the achy brat over his shoulder, Yoko clumsily raised to his feet, a deep bone soreness rattling his body. "The poison will spread faster, if you walk."
"I don't care—Got'dammit" Nauseous shook Hiei to his core. Sour chucks, bubbled in his mouth which he luckily swallowed back down. "I'm ill."
"No kidding." Yoko set his sights on the darkening forest above. "Brace yourself."
"Why—whoa!" Hiei nearly died when the sky rapidly grew closer from a super lunge. And it was during that speedy bound up top that he felt the urge to let out all his extremities but settled for a more calming factory—by passing out cold.

Skies, the heavens, both cloudless, yet spilled over like an artist's spew of paints over the horizon, all different hues of fuchsia, gentle lilac and bittersweet crimson, mixing into the nightly charms of deep indigo.
Eyes of similar dye, stared wearily over the spread of sky before him, long legs dangled a twisting motion over the cliff's edge absentmindedly. Kuronue leaded forward for possibly the millionth time, lost in thought and caution as his elbows connected to his cheeks and his chin rested upon his cramped knuckles. It'd been several clicks, the lively shadows were becoming thickened with life and the stars above were twinkling their dutiful evening gathering; all signs of an approaching nightfall and he'd yet to move from his place since arriving that afternoon.
Kuronue swore this had officially become his shrine, hands tightly fastened, eyes closed shut, in a falsified ritual. He was never one to believe in the spirits above being caring or even for that matter powerful enough to grant anyone's secret needs or desires. Actually no one he knew of believed in it. The absence of religious beliefs was an epidemic throughout the band, since they all created their own faiths. There wasn't anything against whoever did. It's just something Yoko never enforced or denied anyone.
But it seems that the raven has become his own hypocrite. Here, he sat before the glowering eyes of the dying sun, as if worshiping its godly descent for a miraculous scene where he would see them all returning. The kid, Kurama, Yoko and . . . Hiei.
"Still glued to your ass eh?"
Kuronue shrugged, uncaring. "I'm keeping watch."
"For someone named Hiei perhaps?" Yomi folded his arms, reclining on the rocky wall. "You like being the foot stool to that spice mouthed brat?"
"Watch it Yomi." Kuronue growled, wings bristling ridged. "You don't know 'em to be disrespecting him like that."
"Ha, so what? It wasn't long ago you were cracking jokes about him too.
"It's different now." In more ways than one. It was a glorious change in such a short amount of time. The merging difference between when they'd first met to now was strangely comforting. Hiei's come to somewhat suited to Kuronue's presence. And if things worked in his favor; well it'd something worth dreaming over.
"Seems like you're getting desperate these days." Was Yomi's cocky muse. "Besides, you don't honestly think he'd waste his time getting with a rookie A ranker?"
That snapped the raven from his standstill gaze as he turned over his shoulder at the chuckling demon, "Ya say that like he's interested in someone of higher rank than me."
"No," Yomi nudged off the wall, leisurely strolling back down the path. "But there is someone else of higher rank interested in him."
"Like who?" Kuronue got no answer other than the vanishing cackling departing with its owner.
Someone higher then himself? There were only two Kuronue knew of that were above his status. That being Yoko and the other being Yomi. Both of them had years of being A rankers before he never brushed the surface. He'd only made the stature a year back, still hardly anything compared to the years they've accumulated over. But Hiei didn't seem like the type to compare strength into his interests. It wasn't like he cared who was strong to protect him. No he could handle himself just fine. Yomi doesn't know what's talking about. Yeah that's right. Yomi wouldn't know a thing about mates or anything of similar convey since he's always chasing after something.
Kuronue shifted one knee under his chin as he opened his eyes and stared into the now star lit sky, glittered and renewed for a welcoming night. Strange, but he couldn't help wondering if Hiei was interested in anyone else. Was that why he'd been hesitate to take Kuronue's proposal?
No, No, No—"Fuck," Kuronue dropped his face from view. "Dammit." Stupid Yomi got 'em thinking all this shit. There's no way Hiei's like that. Just, no. He's not that kind of guy. He's not. He's just not.
"Kuronue sir!"
Not even bothering to the spare the underling a glance, the Chimera's pointed hear flickered to the left, "What?" he grunted.
One of the lowly bandits came forward, bowing at the waist. "The Chief's return sir and he's pretty banged up. I can't believe he even came back the way he had. He carried the kid, that human and Hiei with him—"
"Hiei." That was all he needed to hear. Excitement power drove Kuronue off his seated ledge, heading straight for the entrance. His wings beat against the night air like an audience clap until he landed in the crowd of equally worried bandits and shoved his way through until coming to stand between the bloodied Yoko, arms and shoulder full of unconscious bodies.
Shuichi was cradled in his mate's arms, a bruised mess, hair a tangled ruin. Kisa was tucked in the mortal's arms, nightmarishly trembling in his sleep. Then there was Hiei, tossed over Yoko's shoulder like a limp rag doll. Blood soaked through the cloaks of his lacerated robes, barely supported on his body by the few strands pieced together.
Yoko wearily met Kuronue's eyes and hunkered his shoulder off to slide Hiei in his arm. "Here," was all he said before lazily throwing the slumbering fire demon to the raven, who cradled him against his chest.
"He was poisoned during the retreat. The viper's poison is still in him." The fox explained for the reason why Hiei was out.
Kuronue's fingertips acted as a heated compact as he glided them under the slacked spikes of hair, pressed against Hiei's cheek. "Did you manage to get any of it?"
"Only enough," Yoko shifted his charge to the other arm. "You'd be wise to take him to the springs in the morning Kuronue. It'll help his process along."
"Yeah got 'cha. Do you need—?"
"No, I'll take care of them myself." Yoko turned on his heel toward the flattened rock face. "I have my own injuries to take care of. I'll have Yomi sent to help you heal him."
"Right." Yomi. With a couple of flaps, Kuronue airborne himself and the sleeping Hiei to one of the recovery chambers where the glowing lights of lamp weeds shun their radiate azures and purplish hues like neon's to their visitors.
It was selfish what he'd done. He should've checked on his friend at least or the kid, or Shuichi to be sure they were fine but—Gods he just wanted to help Hiei first. Yoko could handle the other two himself. He could always check on them later. Yeah he could always check on them after he took care of things here.
Kuronue eased Hiei from his arms positioned him near most of the fiery weeds to have a better view of his wounds. The skies hadn't quite darkened enough for his eyes to yield a natural night vision.
Silently focused in his pondering confusion, the slips of Hiei's clothes were scissor clawed and jerked off his shoulders, pooling around his waist, a dingy, solidified mess. He'd need new clothes after this. The cloth was too drenched in dried blood to be of any good wear— Kuronue inhaled sharply—From the under arch of Hiei's neck swirled over the pudgy swell of his chest, spreading out until vanishing beneath clasps of Hiei's black belts, were fleshy bloats of blue and tender faints of black decorated along a nasty path.
"Hiei. . ." Damn what happened to him? Theses bruises; there were so many dotted, connected portions more of a shade of deep magenta. Something damaging ruptured under the skin, he thought tenderly fingering over the bulky muscles. There has to be under layer bleeding, a huge deal of it was near the hip. The sprinkled blemishes felt tight in some areas, constricted in balled cramps. Sympathy eased an understanding tsk of the Chimera's lips for the sickly anger he felt towards the snakes or whatever cause this.
Glancing up from the mapped injuries, Kuronue studied the hardened scowl permanently carved over Hiei's slumber rested face. A small chuckle pushed out of the corner of his lip. Even unconscious he kept his guard, the raven fondly thought amused.
He'll make sure to crepe on that one later. Until then, Hiei's recovery was his first priority.

Waking up is normally supposed to be one of those happy to be blessed and alive sort of things for most. The key word being most. But Hiei wasn't most people. Everything hurt from his forehead to the tips of his toes; it all pulsed like a something wanted to burst. A scrunched expression earned a tired groan as he sat up and immediately settled back against the bedrock from the sun's morning glare. The light was the walled force field trapping Hiei in place.
It was as he lied down, that memory of what happened last night. The snake. The cliff. The fall. Yoko saving him. Quickened blades of shame and less than pleased familiarity with the details, caused embarrassment to taint his cheeks pink.
Curses upon the world vocalized loud enough to summon his care giver back with a ceramic bowl full of warm water. "'Bout time you woke up. I thought you'd go into hibernation."
Upon hearing the gladdened statement, Hiei's gaze searched for the source knowing of whom it belonged.
Kuronue folded his wings behind his back as he poured the red stained fluids on the ground. "Finally finished cleaning ya up. Took a few hours to get all the blood."
Hiei sat up a jerky motion against the muscular strain, reaching a hand up to his chest where he final came to understand why he was short winded. Wrappings flattened over his body, coiled around his neck to the base of his thighs. Had it not been for the bandages he'd be nude— a sharp glare staggered Kuronue's way accusingly.
And he blinked confused at the sudden sneer until catching on, he raised his hands almost too innocently "I swear to God I didn't do anything." But he sure as hell was tempted too.
"Hn," Hiei flat palmed over his chest, noting the coverage and his other hand sought the two jewels around his neck, nestled inside the tight bandages.
"We gotta go to the springs soon. You need to heal the rest there—hey where're you doing?"
Hiei braced his hand on the ground, stifling lifting his body half way off the ground. White hot pain lightening up his arm upon level impacted, springing up to his back. The rapid shock of agony tore his body back to the earth as he groaned holding on to whatever he could grab.
"Keep still Pige," Kuronue soothed. "It's only been a few hours since you got hurt. You're not going to recover that fast."
"I don't care," Hiei dry coughed and tried on a tougher note. "The worst has healed just fine."
Kuronue squatted in front of him, lightly pressing Hiei's shoulders back against the wall. "No it hasn't." he argued softly. "You'd be up already if it had."
Hiei lead back, mouth sealed in a thinned line. "I haven't the time to stay here. I need to get out. Confinement does nothing for my body." This said tight and subdued to his faint. "I feel trapped."
Kuronue just blinked at him, at a lost as to what to do. Yoko'd ordered him to keep the demon here until he healed enough to venture to the springs. Hiei was well enough to go out just yet. Bit by bit Kuronue was gradually losing his resolve looking at the hinted desperation slighted in Hiei's eyes. And would've given in had it not been for the sudden rough pinch on his right ear, dragging him face to face with the source of his pity.
"Are you deaf? Use these things for more than decoration." Hiei pricked his nail into the stretched appendage. "I said I want out."
"Fine, fine, damn just lemme go." Pushy little thing. Kuronue attempted freeing his ear, but the thumb and index cuffed at the arch keep him prisoned, in the proximity of those steel blood eyes.
"By the way."
So close like this, and eye to eye, light freckles of current breezed over their cheeks from the nose or a jarred lips of the one before him. Hiei's gaze never faltered a moment as one in swift move he snatched the red pendant from his neck and hand splatted it rough in Kuronue's chest.
The impact puffed an unsuspecting humph but not as surprising as the light glimmered in Hiei's eyes and the kicked up smirk tugging the corner of his lip. "I came back." Hiei smug faced, deeply chuckled at the awe struck expression.
"P-Pige. . ." Kuronue traded his sights from the shade of amusement to the plastered cat eye shoved in his vest, then glanced up with a similar glint in his gaze. Keeping the thrill of triumph in his throat, Kuronue pressed his hand against the wall beside Hiei's head and lead forward. "I knew you would."
"Is that right? Cocky bastard." Though this time the insult wasn't followed by bitterness. Only a coverage of something else, a gentler tone.
Nose brushed over nose, a timid gesture of physical approval, meek acceptance. Hiei's fingers slipped away from the captive ear, lost in this instant where he was allowing the well woven meanings of being a demon ride through him. The heated flare of warmth swishing over his face, the combed collision of brow against brow, and inhalation of hot air; all of it holding a coded definition they could interpret alone. His hair has yet to regain its gravitated luster, fallen limply like the polished gems of dragonite, glimmering the streaks of stalk white and here Kuronue boldly reached out to worried the shoulder length pieces between his fingers. The downward locks of hair framing the heart shape face, gave Hiei an even more dangerous angle; predatory and mysterious.
Such an addled addiction this look could become in time. How Kuronue longed to snagged his claws inside and grip them tight.
Alas the time was not yet ready. Not yet. Kuronue sighed, eyes shifty in secret delight, flicking his nose for another stroke as he supported himself against the wall, rising to his feet. He was definitely getting soft. Reaching out his hand, Kuronue waited.
Hiei looked between the hand and the extension it lead too—he met the offering half way and took the support, letting himself be pulled up from his post. Kuronue smiled soft and let go. Holding hands was pushing it, but it was a start.

Kurama witnessed the entire scene from where he stood frozen in place, unnoticed. In his hand, was the blossomed gratitude of a red rose beautified to give thanks to the one who was also his savior in the midst of heavy carnage.
But from what he was seeing now, thanks was no longer needed from his part. A tiny smile was all he could give at the tenderness exchanged in a language he himself would never understand; the mutual interpretation of demons.
The kind relief he felt inside hadn't made it to the sage hue of his eyes. And he couldn't understand why the less then predicted contentment that should've risen from viewing this . . . Kurama looked at the rose and shook his head. No, there was no need to, he thought quietly and threw the flower over the cliff's edge.
There was no need to give Hiei his thanks. None what so ever.

TBC: I know I left out Kisa guys. No worries. He'll be in the next chapter ^_^.
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