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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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Chapter List
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Progression

Dimmed down to a duller afternoon, the sun stayed its peace on this cool day; not too high above to shun its yellowish glow but just leveled to contradict a faint spill of sunshine outside the rims of the healing grotto.
Yoko's muscled frame was flattened against the warmed supply of satin quilts and silk sheets as his hand hovered a mere inch above the body of his son's ailing heartbeat as trickles of steady youki flowed into his veins. The fragile voice was a cracked remedy to his own father's inner turmoil as not even Yoko could retain the urge to comfort his offspring. A soft growl purred deeply wedged in Yoko's throat, and was painstakingly communicated with a weaker hum.
Wounds of adult leveled magnitude were sadly concealed behind the purplish blotches dotted along soft skin, knitted in unforgiving knots and cramped balls underneath. The threads connected to the ends of pointed claws skillfully weaved and sowed what many could not see. For a child, simply being the bearer of this agony was just as damning as those to witness it.
No matter how gentle the treatment was Kisa couldn't hold back the tears pooling the corner of his eyes and dripped along his pale cheeks, releasing series of trembling wails and timid pleas for mercy upon his body. Death would be of much better gratitude then what his elder Youko was putting him through. But alas, the deed would have to be accomplished for his life to be for better living.
This was the silent communion Yoko recited inwardly as he delicately traced lines of energized pricks over the tender flesh. Subtle bone snaps creaked together, coils of ruptured veins untangled and wove back into proper operation and sheets of old skin peeled for the renewal of stronger folds.
Stripped bare as the day he was born the child nuzzled his cheek into the developed spread of warm pectorals, his fingers flexed open and close for relief; but that bit of movement seemed to only increase the notable infliction. "Mmm," Kisa wheezed pleadingly for the pain to subside, arms uprising out for an unseen entity to take him away. The cruelty was simply too much to take all at once.
A calm facial marred over Yoko's face, clean of what he felt within that was the paternal instinct of any who wanted to cleanse the wraths of agony in their child. But a well taught lesson of survival would be learned this day, and the experience of monstrous torture would be the stepping stone to this. Even for a child so young.
. . . A moment of weakness just now. One not needed to waver what had to be done.
Sighing heavily through his nose, Yoko composed himself to that of his known advocate and fixated his focus back to the task at hand. "Easy kit, easy." He calmed, voice a rasped compression of warmth against the pup's slacked ear. And like the words of a magical spell, Kisa's whimpering lessened to some degree but his ails still clung to his vocal cords. Yoko once more sighed, twitching his fingers in a grabble motion to continue on his duty. The sooner he completed this mission the faster he could put his mind back on matters of greater importance.
Matters involving the case of certain circumstances that remained implausibly unexplained. So much has occurred within days of each other and none of which voted well in Yoko's opinion.
Things weren't right. His suspicions of mischief were kept aloof until the events of yesterday harmonized of a similar past issue; one involving the sudden foul play of his own men versus Shuichi and their intent to kill him for being a supposed burden. A connection perhaps, somehow linked. It had to be. But the who, what, when, where and why, were foreign for the Youko to conjure at the moment.
But only for the moment.
That was how Shuichi found his beloved; in the same posture he'd left him in only a few hours ago. As polished as the cleanest alabaster gem and cleaned of what was yesterday's brutality, the sights of what were spreads of under layer bleeding were nothing more than faded ink blots of darkened blues and pale corals. The bandages were a moot point of contact on his body seeming to blend in perfect burnish on his flesh and silver hair. The only stitch of normal clothing was the pair of gray hakama stretched from his narrowed waist to his ankles. His head was delicately claimed by the throes of a velvet pillow inclining his face from the cavern entry and of anyone who stood there.
But from years of connected experience told Shuichi otherwise. He knew the Youko realized his presence was near; most likely scented him the instant he'd left Hiei's grotto, even as he slowly turned his head to lock subtle eyes with him. The instant those bronzed eyes stabilized a steady lock on the pair of sage, Shuichi took of a more fanciful pose, arms rested by his side, eyes defused of its earlier trouble—a ridiculous attempt to disguise what he knew Yoko was already figuring out. And if Shuichi were to turn away from those calculating eyes, it'd only suffice as evident proof.
"You're troubled," Yoko stated evenly. Breathing steadily, he shifted off a section beside him being mindful of the weeping kit snuggled to his chest. "Care to indulge me with the details?"
Just like his counterpart, Shuichi too was covered from the waist up with wrappings to hide the previous day's injuries, though ashen cream arm warmers kept most of the heat trapped within and his legs were confined the cloth of cotton wool hakama, lilac in color.
Shuichi shifted from the ball of one foot to the other as his eyes remained elusive of the emotions rummaging inside. Delirium, slight tremors of pain still possessed and tingles of hidden disappointment . . . all of which no one could bear witness too.
. . . Except for Yoko.
"You want to talk," Shuichi began softly. "Over something you're already aware of? Don't dare to pretend you don't know." He shook his head slightly. "Please Yoko, don't coddle me. I needn't the time for sympathetic convey."
"I hadn't planned to offer my condolences for whatever nonsense you may be ailing over." Yoko softly inputted. "I merely sacrificed my company for your comfort since my body is of no use at the moment—" He heaved a shaky sigh against the harsh use of his lungs still harmful of slight pain. "Except for being a nanny."
"Hm, nonsense you say? You would think it nonsense I suppose," Snorted Shuichi. "Don't think of offering your services for my benefit. It's not as if I was ever desperate for your party beforehand." Avoidance was never his forfeit or desired notion for ignoring another's present, but it was what Shuichi attempted as he used the wall as his crutch to carry his sore body from one end of the cave to the other, though he maintained his falsified stance of elegance. The only give away to his inward infliction was the timid jerk of his left shoulder, which Yoko could feel more then he saw with his own eyes.
One sculpted eyebrow rose following the sway of scarlet trends as Shuichi casually strolled near until taking a jerked seat on the spread of quilts that Yoko had made room for. He settled down on the balls of his knees, legs folded underneath him, and knuckles rested at the connecting joint with his back turned.
Now Yoko was mildly intrigued, and for the next second he couldn't hold back the rumbled chuckle escaping his lips. This was a bodily request his beloved failed to realize he did whenever the need for wanting to be comforted surfaced aloud. This would always be a clever kept secret Yoko declared to take to his grave, and the more he thought about the wider his smile became.
The flat out muse startled Shuichi but was regarded as being a wayward show of entertainment to the silver fox. And he wasn't pleased, "Do you find something amusing Demon?" His back remained turned but the question came as clear and chipped as if he were staring the fox in the face.
Yoko settled his yellowy glow of lightened mirth on the stretch of lithe back muscles, tracing what little skin he could see with a growing vulpine smirk. Licking his lips, he muttered "So fragile. Even as much as I'd taught you not to be, there remains the constant need for continuous companionship. You're too human my dear Shuichi."
"Lest you forget you devious villain. I am human."
"On the outside perhaps," Yoko mused gently. "But inside you're apart of me."
At this moment, Shuichi was glad his eyes were averted. He heard the gentle swoosh of movement against expensive textures rubbing around before the scent of powerful earth alighted his nostrils. It was as Shuichi sighed those dangly long arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling his body pulling backward until he submitted to the lukewarm embrace.
Shuichi's vision was obscured by the falls of long stainless hair his cheek was compressed against solid support with his ear pressed firmly over a steady beat. Both legs were squished inside the length of Yoko's own as well as his arms trapped in a tightened grip.
"You're a solo spirit here my little one. You think of never being seen but you are," Shuichi felt rather then heard Yoko say. One of the hands came to rest within the web of red hair to palm the back of his hair before combing through with long strokes. "Worry not of what you may think is happening Shuichi. You won't lose him." At the stiffened motion, Yoko remained diligent, unfazed and went on with his comforting gesture. "What little time you spent together won't suddenly up and disappear because of added circumstances."
Fogged heat breezed a gentle current against the shell of Shuichi's ear as the tender brush of supple lips grazed his temple. The hand that acted as a soothing touch cradled the back of his head and inclined sage eyes up to meet with the calming waves of molten gold.
"Yoko . . ." It was for moments such as these that—Shuichi remembered that he wasn't alone.
Unbeknownst to either of who moved first, but it was then that the space between was intimately closed as satin soft lips met dead center. It was more than a mere press of lips. No, the kiss held a defined meaning behind it that Shuichi was grateful for. Nothing that demanded of hurried sexual pleasure but a stroke of gentle persuasion and comfort to give ease to his mind.
Yoko's thick tongue seeped out to trail a wet craving over Shuichi's bottom lip and tugged the firm plump between his fangs, nibbling off its solitude tastes. A nimble moan radiated to the tips of Shuichi's fingers as he clenched strong on Yoko's arm coming to curl around his waist. The hot drag of wetness lines against the closed mouth kiss for permission within.
And it is granted willingly as Shuichi gets a full sample of hot deliciousness over his tongue. Licks coated with sticky knowledge sketched through the inner contours of his mouth as if fixing the stations of an old home.
Shuichi flinched a shudder at the nimble rake of claws easing alongside whatever skin it could prick, discarding a trail of pinkened jags. Shuichi raised his freed hands up to hold Yoko's face in place as he offered his bountiful juices in the kiss.
"Enough," Yoko hoarsen ragged, breathing heavily against the swollen lips. Enough was what he said, but even so his lips couldn't stop the subtle desire to nibble a bit more and trail onward to the exposed delicacy of Shuichi's throat so willfully given for Yoko's suckling pleasures. Tiny nibs and moist suction planted feathered touches.
Thanks was nothing spoken, but through action Shuichi was able to give his appreciation for not being condoled for what he felt. Abandonment, from someone he'd only recently come to see as more than a member of the band was what he'd inwardly despised to be succumb too. Hiei's companionship had become the gorge to Shuichi's dried despair—a sense of relief was what he gained when being near the fire demon.
And sadly it was a void that not even Yoko could fill. Hiei was . . . different; able to be of similar features and intelligence. When he was near, Shuichi didn't feel that grip of obvious difference from the others. From the days they'd been near, it was a comfort to simple sit close. Converse was as smooth as the melted snow when and empty of any tension when all they could give was silence.
It was something Shuichi didn't want to lose. And with the development possibly taking place between Hiei and Kuronue . . . would Hiei return to seeing him as being the lonely mortal like he had before?
The vision of his face was crystallized as dazzling as those red eyes . . . even as Yoko held Shuichi in his arms—
"Hmm Mm Mmm, damn we came at a good time." They heard a voice muse from behind. "Gettin' a free show and it ain't even my birthday."
Yoko hadn't ceased his obvious display of affection as his voice muffled against Shuichi's throat, "Knocking is the appropriate desture of manners before simply walking into another's privacy." After a final suckle and a rather unpleasant shove from Shuichi, Yoko distilled a grim sigh and turned to meet the set of two eyes—one of plain boredom and another surged with merry indigo.
"Hell we—"
"You." Hiei corrected, fast.
"I called and knocked but got nada." Kuronue shrugged tipping his battered hat off his eyes. "So I just helped myself in."
"Kuronue," The name was said patiently and edged of hinted annoyance, "Should you feel the need to help yourself in the near future, just keep in mind you're risking more than your life."
"Sure, sure." Kuronue waved off. Serious speculation glimmered pointedly at the tiny form curled into a fetal position, quietly napping near Yoko's tail. "How's the kid?"
Yoko grinned, vulpine and thinned as his tail swiveled a feathered stroke over Kisa's nudity, "He's a strong one." He answered, eyes for once reflecting a subtle glow of domineer pride. The furry appendage splintered at the ends until its entirety concealed all that remained was the spout mop of soft gray and closed eyelids.
It was as Yoko turned his head that his eye caught the studious glance of Hiei's sights trained specifically on Shuichi or rather the rounded bandages circling over and all over his body. Shuichi's oblivious attention was centered on the topic at hand—being Kisa at the moment.
"Human."
Though deep and one worded, Shuichi could interpret the underlined question within. He settled his even eyes on Hiei, knowing he'd spoke but from where he stood he seemed rooted in place. "I'm fine Hiei."
"Hn," Lies. One who knew better would comprehend the useless attempts of lying to a liar or one who could detect deceit.
Hiei was one could scent the odorous gross of sickened agony beneath the bluish flesh and as he walked forward, eyes solely for the targeted person in line, he feel both Yoko's and Kuronue's attention on him, breaths held as if knowing something he didn't; a secretive worry perhaps that he had some sort of hidden intentions behind those slender scarlet eyes.
Shuichi stayed frozen between Yoko's thighs, not once faltering his focus from steady ember and waited. When Hiei kneeled down in front of him that alone had been a surprise because of the proximity but what possibly stole his carefully camouflaged stupor was when Hiei bided a locket of red hair in his hand, yanked Shuichi forward and pressed his nose between the pulsing junction of his neck and shoulder. The point of his nose pressed firm and sucked in the evident taste of his contending bloodstream.
Several deep, and a couple of short huff sniffs were commenced until Hiei had his fill of the ominous odor and lead back on his heels, eyes still contracted, "You're not fully healed." He stated matter of factly. "Three cracked ribs, and internal bleeding."
"Sounds serious." Was the harmless tease. At Hiei's unmoved expression, Shuichi sighed and nodded affirmatively. "A bit sore but not damning to where I can't subject to the basics. I'll need a couple of days before I'm back to duty."
"Fool," Hiei sneered heavily from his shuddering wounds. "You're likely to hurt yourself more should you push it."
Shuichi was about to response a firm counter but a deeper tone intervened, "Practice what you preach, Little One," Yoko murmured and reached out to press a flat palm against Hiei's bonded chest and retreated to reveal a filmy print of redness, seeping through the cloth. "Your own injuries have yet to recover. You shouldn't be out this soon."
"Mere nicks," Hiei grunted as he stood tall. "I'll be fine by tomorrow." He hadn't realized until coming to pause mid stand that his movements had stretched the clotted sections on his body. Bleeding wasn't a concern, but it wasn't something to be ignored for long.
"Pige," The Chimera chimed wearily. "I told 'cha to take it easy. Look," Long fingered hands griped his shoulders before giving a light squeeze. "Come on, you promised to take it easy after we checked on the guys."
"I promised no such thing," Hiei argued, peeking up over his shoulder.
"Yea ya did; on our way up here you said—"
"—that I would relax when I felt tired. I'm not tired yet." Discussion closed; ended cut and sweet. Hiei snorted that unusual grunt he concluded for only special conversations and went back to leveling his eyes on the other two expectantly.
Kuronue adopted a feigned frown though the corner of his lips gave way to his amusement. There will never be a dull moment when it came to his snippy pigeon. Not a single one.
"Needless to say Hiei," Yoko inputted in earnest. "We're all inclined to recover as soon as possible or risk vulnerability." Reasons he wouldn't admit aloud were kept best in private for why he as well as Shuichi and Kisa's health needed to be at top notch soon. His suspicions were wavering a bit but there whenever the case of masked deception was evident, naturally the birthed instincts would slither its icy trail up Yoko's spine.
For now the Youko declared his theorized conclusion of the issue a back burner thought.
The one of distance wasn't anywhere in his feathers. To another he'd seem to be interested in the back and forth convey between the Koorime and Kuronue. But Shuichi knew better. He tenderly leaned his head back to nudge a slight bump under Yoko's chin, "Care to indulge me in the details?"
Yoko acknowledged the touch with head shake and eyes a cold bronze, tilted downward with a serious glint; and Shuichi chose to leave it be for now. Whatever the situation, should it be prove to be too challenging even for the Master of Thievery, the Youko would relay it to him.
In the meantime—Yoko tightened his arm around the human's waist and they stood as one. The encased movement disturbed whatever discussion the other pair were debating over and waited.
Yoko nodded his head down to the slumbering pup, "When he awakens the pain of recovery will return. It's best we get him to the springs before that occurs." At Hiei's sudden eyelift at the intended, Yoko explained, "His body won't handle the youki strain stored."
"I see . . ." Hiei agreed. "When do we leave?" The sooner they could heed the proper treatment the better.
"We'll leave at dusk," Yoko paused, then. "Kuronue have Yomi to watch over Kisa. The Clover Springs won't suit his body." Shuichi was about to comment but pointed claws poked his sides to hush.
"Got 'cha Chief." Kuronue turned to leave but froze seeming to have thought something was amiss and then it struck him deviously hard. "Oh yea," How could he forget the most important thing of all. With a cheeky grin, he whipped around and bent down to Hiei's level.
And they stared at each other. Hiei with a scowl of indifference and Kuronue a mild tune of humming tease in his throat; a little too close for public eyes. And when Hiei opened his mouth to protest that very issue, words were swallowed hard by a sudden press of lips against his own and dare he think that yes that fool had shoved his tongue inside. It'd been for that brief instant that his eyes gradually slide closed and let the kiss proceed for a deeper taste. And oh how those tantalizing seconds seemed to tick by as slowly as the warm pressure swayed . . . so seductively and . . .
If it hadn't been for the mirth chortle from behind Hiei would've succumb to the reacquainting flavors of this scrumptious demon. Tipping his head back to nibble off the kiss, Hiei roughly shoved Kuronue's face away with a mock growl.
And Kuronue couldn't help the sneaky wink and uncaring twinkle in his eyes, "Like a dream," he mumbled, licking his lips and walking out of the cave on a sated stupor. "Like a delicious dream—ouch!" A lovely rock connected to the back of his head.
When he turned around to curse out the bastard responsible, he would've thought he was imaging it since no one seemed to have moved an inch from their spots. His eyes immediately met with the backside of his turned away fiend and lazily trailed down to the supple section protruding just enough to press against cotton hakama. "Damn." Was the Chimera's mesmerized whisper. How long had that been there?
"Kuronue."
"Yeah?"
Hiei looked over his shoulder, "Leave." And continued on his way to join the other two, fully knowing that Kuronue was staring long and hard, until taking flight off the ledge to locate Yomi.
Yoko and Shuichi shared a look and Hiei eyed them both a silent warning of eternal pain should they dare to meek a single word about what happened.
A caution they both heeded wisely, even when Hiei smiled to himself.

Night had fallen later on. A platinum glow showered speckled strings through the cracks of an aged magnolia vassal where a slender, dark form sat angrily upon the highest branch gazing at the set of lavender eyes below. Miffed to a degree of wanting to ram his blade into the other's throat below, Yomi took several long winded inhales and released each in a snarled grunt as yet again he was forced to have explained what was asked of him again.
"You want me to what?"
Kuronue rolled his eyes, flexing his wings boredly. "Ya heard me. Yoko wants you to watch the kid for a bit until they wash at the spring."
"So?" Yomi blinked stunned. "What does that have to do with me? Why not take the brat along?"
Again Kuronue eyes went skyward, wishing he wasn't the one to have to put up with his friend's attitude. "The herbal pools are too hot for the kids' body. He's gotta soak in the catacombs."
"Pfft, seems like a problem to me." Yomi sealed his body off from view, ending the rest of the debate right there. The day had been a long trying one for him as it was and having to keep a watch on that bastard child wasn't going to ease the stress.
Sighing irritably, Kuronue flapped his wings for a brief airborne hover before landing on his feet and hands, crouched down on the same branch as the crunched face goat demon. And he was half bent to laugh his ass off at the childish pout Yomi was unknowingly sporting. "Come on, Yoyo. It's not that bad. You just gotta watch the kid for a couple of hours then take 'em to bed."
"Then you do it," Yomi all but growled.
"No can do. I got guard duty until the others come back."
"Then it's a fucked deal."
"Damn," Kuronue scratched the tuff of hair leaking on his brow and frowned in thought. "How's about this? You soak the kid and I'll put 'em to bed."
An onyx glare shined evilly at the blissful glow of indigo and grew even more pissed at the unfazed reaction he so normally gained. Yomi sucked his teeth, "Fine whatever. " Then he tilted his head, "Where's Hiei?"
Kuronue's smiled disappeared, replaced with a thinner press of lips. "Why you wanna know?"
That reaction merited a change, one that exchanged Yomi's scowl for an eye lifted smirk. "Haven't seen the little firecracker since the snake attack." He shrugged indifferently and leaned over until his body flopped off the branch, landing soundlessly on his feet. "Mm, I think I might check on the guy's recovery. You know, just to be sure he's functioning just right."
A rapid surge burrowed sourly in the Chimera's chest. He steadied himself with more pressure than need be for the branch's poor hide. It was a sudden sensation so foreign and conflicted within, Kuronue thought the flooding heat was seeping through his vest but no—he raised a hand to his chest—it was contained inside his chest; heavy and shallow.
Kuronue shook it off, and fluttered his wings annoyed. This was stupid, he thought as he jumped down from the tree limb. Yomi wasn't like that . . . No he wouldn't dare . . . would he?

The sublime glow of brilliant azures and subtle saffron praised Yomi's entry in a shadowy flicker as he walked through the intertwining hexagon connectors with a trembling child tucked under his arm.
Kisa hadn't once muttered a single peep because of the ominous glow he awaken too only moments ago. Dark black eyes stared so menacingly, the strength to cry out was stolen as fear griped his vocal cords.
Yomi hadn't needed to look too far to find the brat napping in Yoko's cave and simply snatched him up by the hair, all without a word of apology to the terrified child. All Kisa did was clamp his mouth shut and allowed the older demon to manhandle him anyway.
And Yomi was, at least to some point, gratified not to have an earful of this kid's bellowing. He'd already vowed if the boy spoke or peeped anything he'd claw the skin right off his body.
Weighted cloaks of medicated vapors seized the older demon's senses as he reached out to pull a silken drapery hiding the shallow pool inside. Already prepared for recuperation, Yomi stepped only three feet before aimlessly tossing Kisa's body high and in one fluid move sat on a rock, in time to see the little pup splash inside the puddle.
"Eeep, eep, eep!" Screamed the arm flailing Kisa, crying out for mercy sputtering and gurgling wildly.
"Sink or swim runt. You're gonna have to learn anyway." Yomi said bored.
"Eeep!" Kisa squealed, helplessly peeping his heart out to be aided until his head was swallowed in the grasp of the heated green glow. Soon the ripples died away, the splashes ceased and all that remained was the darkened form of a sunken child buried beneath the waves.
Yomi blinked, tilting his head. Long seconds ticked by with no sign of the squirt coming up for air. "Oh my god," He groaned. Only been here a minute and the brat was already getting on his nerves. With a lonely grunt, Yomi stood and casually walked over to the edge and kneeled to reach in, searching for the little lump.
A the silvery murky cloud was the first clue of the brat's whereabouts and Yomi used that to tangle his fingers in and yanked the kit out, a stunned surprise, eyes terrified at anything that moved and trying his hardest to spit out the water collected in his lungs. Kisa dangled from his hair coughing, gagging out the disgusting water and rubbed his eyes clean of the stinging liquid until his watery gaze fell on the person responsible for both his drowning and his rescue.
Kisa stared at Yomi. Yomi stared right back, ebony eyes a narrowed disdain.
"Mmm."
Yomi blinked.
Kisa sighed and wiggled his body until his naked frame plastered flat against Yomi's tunic, warm and snug. Relaxed hums buzzed a soft rumble against Yomi's chin that had him pissed beyond reasoning.
"Get off me," Yomi pulled the tike back but at Kisa's sudden thrashing he ended up back where he wanted which was a warm body to fend off the cool draft.
"Mmm Eeep," Purred the satisfied pup, secured and safe.
Yomi cocked a brow at where his chest used to be now occupied by a clingy babe and released all the pent up oxygen in his chest. "Got'dammit." He swore when he saw Kuronue next he was going to whip that fool to the ground.
Seeing no point in trying to unlatch the kid, Yomi simply removed his clothes the best he could and walked into the waving pool, child included.
Kisa's body was half way inside before he began to panic, struggling to climb high enough to wrap his arms around Yomi's neck. "Mmm Mmm Eeep Eeep!"
"Settle down. It's just water." Supposed the brat would be a little spooked after nearly dying in the stuff. "Here," Yomi cupped a tiny puddle in his hand and patted it softly against the smooth bubble back. "See no harm, no foul." Another trickle of water was rubbed into his achy body until he relaxed.
A little splash of it tickled the back of Kisa's neck as he turned over his shoulder to have a look himself. Still a bit nervous, Kisa wearily loosened his grip, but not entirely, to lower his stubby fingers in the water and smacked the water, hurrying back up Yomi's chest in case of retaliation.
But there was none. Curiously the water didn't appear as mean as it had before so his courage grew enough to sink half way inside. Another smack created a louder spittle, making a sizable wave to wet his face and Kisa cheered happily clapping his hands in glee, not realizing that he'd let go and hadn't anticipated how deep the water actually was and quickly splattered back to Yomi's chest.
Yomi couldn't resist. He laughed an outright howling laugh at the child's naivety. That couldn't have been funnier. "Crazy kid," He chuckled. Yomi shook his head when Kisa pouted and shrugged it off, pretty much displaying that it was his own fault.
But jokes aside he needed to get this kid soaked so as to get back to his duties. Being second in command didn't reprieve him from the workload.
A cupped collection of water was again retrieved and carefully massaged into the tender areas, visibly having balled cramps and bruising.
"Mmm . . ." Kisa purred leaning back into the large hand cradling his chubby back.
"You like that huh?" Yomi asked absentmindedly.
Kisa's voice peeped lazily subdued by the calloused skin stroking his baby skin. The kid was literally buzzing like a feral kitten, eyes closed; back flexed in a lower case u. Yomi shook his head. Just like a fox to take advantage of it.
This continued on for a mere five minutes before the cozy rubs soothed Kisa to sleep, face firmly planted on Yomi's chest, snoring light and carefree.
Again Yomi sighed for what could've been the tenth time that night and confined himself to a corner, looping an arm around the slumbering pup and bracing his elbow on the edge, chin rested on his knuckles as he chuckled deep, "Stupid kid." Maybe they could stay a little while longer.
And Kisa smiled in his sleep, contently snuggling closer.

He closed his eyes, a weary sigh blown through his nose and inhaled of the lavender scent coming from a distance.
Time passed in a mixture blur; a wondrous flow of peace and tranquility that Hiei would've never fathomed to bless his life. It seemed so hard to imagine that he'd been here for thirty seven days, and it all flew by as one unrealistic dream. The scenario was slowly taking a newer page of prismatic depiction of what was soon to arrive in a few weeks.
Hiei's lithe frame was leaned against the wearing another exceptional vintage dun of clothing from a job taken only days before. A lesson Hiei's come to learn of the overly exuberant Chimera was that he had this obsessive penchant for the finer things, especially when it came to bearing gifts to Hiei.
The current gift? A one piece satin laced kimono made from the hide of a Gemini tiger; the under layer holding the same golden color and jagged stripes. Over that was a waist high ebony vest tucked inside his hakama, wrapped with a silver silken sash and matching scarf coolly crossed over his shoulders. His blade's sheath was clasped securely inside the hard leather, black in color. The battered headband was the only piece of familiarity that he held dear to what he would never forget what he was before all this came to be.
He remembered what he was before the peace, the difference in his outer shell that once was the impenetrable armor of his spirit ; a lonely rouge who loaved the very beings whom he still to this day wanted to premise. His revenge would become a reality someday, that much he would guarantee. . .
. . . But for now.
"Yo' Pige!"
. . . He would seclude himself here to reminisce in this bliss.
Hiei opened eyes to see the massive darkness shroud his vision before long pale arms circled around his neck and pulled his back to a solid contoured chest, warm and the same as it is whenever they are separated from one another. A gentle kiss breezed feather like against his cheek before the cool press of chained silver settled around his neck.
"Hey," Kuronue purred cheekily.
Hiei shrugged the cuddly embrace off, a mild chuckle accompanied by a twist, "You missed me I take it?" he murmured, pleased.
"Yeah," Kuronue bent low till his ragged hat brushed teasingly against Hiei's band, "You could say I did." Kuronue lifted his nose up to the stock of star spiked hair and inhaled affectionately and tasting the ember cinder roll on his tongue. So unique and flavored of only his one and only; the one he knew he could not live without any longer.
Hiei. His Hiei. For every passing day they'd fallen into a regular routine. Whenever one of them should leave the other, a promise would conspire through a look that spoke of vowing to wait until their return. And upon sight the exchange of the cat eye would be traded until the time of the next departure.
Then the following events thereafter would revolve around lazed moments of simple company or the wild antics of savagery from the clashing of metallic romance. It was those precious moments slowly blending into the other as something meaning so much more that had Kuronue feeling afire inside. His heart a thumbing truth behind what he's come to realize since the day he'd meant Hiei.
That he couldn't live their days separated as they were. He couldn't bear it any longer and so—
Kuronue sighed and smiled softly, "Hiei, I . . . I need to show you something."
"What of?" Hiei questioned suspiciously.
Kuronue grabbed his hand, already dragging them both to the haunted seclusion of the forest. "I want to show you something special." But know this my dearest heart, it'll be meant for you. Only for you.

TBC: OMG Finally! Ugh I worked my butt off for this chapter. But I finally managed to get it out. I know it's a bit jumpy but I needed it to be. And yes I know there's a lot of Hiei and Kuronue romance but like I said before it's needed. ^_^ Thanks
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