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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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Sacrificial Gift

They'd started their secretive stroll around mid-noon—but now as Hiei gazed up maliciously at the moon spun night, he was wondering if they were lost in this damned area. Aimlessly they'd journeyed for Gods know how long in the midst of Youko's Territory, majority of the area uncharted by Hiei's own ventures. This part of the forest he'd never been too before and apprehension began to tingle in the back of his neck, giving raise to the baby barbs of hair.
Kuronue's lack of his usual useless chatter wasn't securing Hiei's dubiety either. It's been a total of five hours judging by the crescent moon's ascending form in the sky; much longer and too far travel from the main sanctuary boundaries. The natural urge to heed one's own instincts stretched to the tips of Hiei's fingers as he discreetly inched down to the bulk of his sword's hilt tied by his side.
"Kuronue!" That had been the third time Hiei called to the flyer and none of the calls were responded back; which only made his mistrusting notions grow. From his catapulting range below, the Koorime's sight remained focal. The lead wasn't difficult to follow and strangely Hiei wasn't getting the sense of mischief in his counterpart's vibes as he would when the creature was up to his normal tricks. No, there seemed to be much more to this.
It could've been from the way his raven would occasionally send that trademark smile of his, or the undetectable explanation behind that twinkle of polished blue honed with momentous glee. Who was to say? But there was something of upmost extravagance foresighted in the near future.
And Hiei wanted to know what it was now.
Using the palms of his hands to brace a jerked halt, Hiei leapt from one tree's thick branch, clasping it as he soared across and swing his body around with acute thrust to propel himself at an extraordinary height, skyward to snag Kuronue's left wing, startling the Chimera half shitless, "Damn, careful Pige," Chided Kuronue, carefully flapping Hiei's body on his back. "Ya could've hurt yourself."
"Shut up," Hiei growled shifting to straddle Kuronue's narrow back side. "I demand answers. Where are you leading me?"
"Ah, come on darlin'; you don't want me to ruin the surp—ouch, ouch, ouch!" The straight angled flight took on an odd series of crooked jerks as Kuronue tried to control his airborne and to lessen the dull of pain that dragged to his scalp. "Damn I know you like it rough but—ouch, ouch, ok, ok, sorry."
"Fool," Hiei unlatched the length of soft raven hair out of his hand and hooked his hands under Kuronue's vest for support. "Now answer me; where are we going?"
"Some place remote, it's," Kuronue paused a second for the proper choice of words. "Well it's private. No one else's supposed to see but you."
Now Hiei was curious. "What will it involve?" He inquired.
"You're about to find out."
Whatever opted for furthering his interrogation was abruptly breathless as his ride suddenly took a rapid nose drop to the earth below. The sharp plummet hadn't give Hiei much time to gather his bearing enough to catch his footing but somehow he managed to keep hold of one of Kuronue's wings and used its feathered soft cartilage as his crutch. "Care to enlighten me?"
Kuronue unhooked his wing and fluttered a few times to get the kinked crooks unnerved. "You'll see. For now," He gently pressed Hiei's shoulders as a way to guide him to a small space and urged him to sit on a jutted boulder, sleek from frost moss and the evening's slippery dew. "Just relax. I'll take over from here. Oh," Kuronue leaned over alongside the stone's rugged edge and retrieved something hidden behind a tuff of spouting grass. "For you."
Held in his slender digits was a long stemmed rose frozen in its moment of fully awakening and still winded bud. A peculiar breed of flower this rose was; unlike any Hiei had ever witnessed in his life. At the very tips were stains of seeping inky black lines evenly blended in the inner portions glazed in deep vermillion. The rose's petals dripped pearl sized drips of watery flashes with the stars above.
Mesmerized in a train eyed trance, Hiei accepted the blossom's beauty in his hand, gingerly worrying the stem with his thumb and index. "Why?" was all he could whisper as he continued marveling the flower's exquisiteness.
Kuronue intertwined his fingers with Hiei's around the flower's root, bringing the flower's bloom and Hiei's eyes to meet his. "It reminds me of you," he breezed softly, looking between the fractioned width expanded in Hiei's eyes and the mirror perfect shade the rose seemed to inflame the iris of his eyes.
Kneeling to the ball of his knee, Kuronue pulled the flower to his nose and inhaled the powdery freshness excreted from the napping pollen and tilted the bud back for Hiei's own sample, and he too scented its radiate odor of natural earth and sweet perfume. The smell was a very subtle aroma compare to the earthy lavender possessed by Kuronue. A fact Hiei was not surprised to have declare it as he challenge the smell he's become accustomed too, to this flower's own.
In the stillness that followed, something universal clicked inside of Hiei, indiscernible and yet he dare believe he knew why . . .
Perhaps it was because no other's smell could compare to Kuronue's that had Hiei leaning forward to gently press his satin lips to the Chimera's forehead. Or it could have been the positively radiate shines of wanton desire shun in deeper sapphire that urged Hiei to offer another sensual kiss to both of Kuronue's cheeks. Whatever the secret pulse that surge the actions, Kuronue allowed several more of those soft kisses on his face until closing the gap to capture the next gentle caress on his mouth. And oh what he gave to have those lips stay like that forever.
"Mmm," the moan of sheer ecstasy permitted them to share a synced plunge of tongues in the other's mouth. For then, there was a lasting moment of distilled pause in time, allowancing a journey tamed of tasting and sipping familiar grounds of sweet goodness. Tongues skated over fangs, coiling around inside to venture in each and every crevice.
But it wasn't enough and Kuronue knew damn well he wouldn't ever get enough of this as he lead closer and cupped both of his Hiei's night chilled cheeks for a deeper penetration. A growl, raw and full of animalistic want, strained vibrantly in Hiei's throat as his arousal shook to the pits of his stomach. Every lapped stroke of those long, thick tongues set afire something growing in their chests.
No matter the turn or the sexually enticed groans of heavy need; neither could get their fill.
"Damn Hiei," Kuronue whispered against the kiss swollen lips, peppering the saturated plushes with more. "What are you doing to me, Love?" The scarf thrust so loosely around Hiei's shoulders, was eased to the side, accompanied with the kimono's sleeve and vest to expose the sun kissed skin underneath. In a drowsy tandem, Hiei lifted his head back, giving his all for the taking; the exposure of his neck.
The tiniest pulse plumped the jugular life string tingling with flows of warm blood. A sweet and delicable savor buried within.
Kuronue's breath panted through quickened currents and Gods how he gave in to his hunger for a taste of that flesh. Eyes bled a darker hue and rumbled growls hummed in Kuronue's throat at the bountiful offer and pressed an open mouth claim on the wonderful rough and muscled skin. Hiei's breath hitched, lips compressed against the gasp threatening to purr as his neck was devoured so savagely, giving evidence to the Chimera's ravenous appetite.
The endless supply of biting kisses traveled over taunt cords of throat muscles, along a sensitive jaw and cheeks until coming back to relive the heated passion inside that spicy mouth. But this time that kiss was short-lived; Kuronue tugged the swelled bottom lip between his teeth, lightly chewing the supple flesh and nibbled off.
Kuronue wanted to kiss away that pleasure dazed mist in those smothering eyes and wished to please away the fiery flush mottled on Hiei's cheeks. Reluctance to leave was crystal clear in Kuronue's hesitation but he so desperately wanted to give his gift and so finalized their tender moment with one last kiss and straightened Hiei's clothes and stood.
Leaving that sated expression seemed as damning as leaving the rarest gem untouched; an equally disturbing crime that deserved to be treated so much better.
Hiei slowly came out of his glazed haze, becoming aware of the mused glint staring at him from above and the scowl of permanency etched on his face.
"I want to do this right Hiei," Kuronue expressed windily. Leaning down for one final kiss, the Chimera stretched his wings and suddenly shot off into the distance . . .
. . . Leaving Hiei alone.
Being more confused than disappointed, Hiei took this instant to look upon the recluse space, as if to give sanity to his impending lonesome. It was quite the breathtaking scenic area; nearby settled a wide open clearing, widely spotlighted by the moon's now pale glimmer. It was because of that spotlight leading to the streaming brook, leaking into a melted pond that Hiei could relax. Timid breaks in the snow glittered where tightly curled blossom-buds awaited their turn to give praise for upcoming spring. Where he sat alone upon this sizable boulder was the only section that housed a group of thick trucked trees slight clothed in leaves. The forest's unnatural silence was merged peacefully with the trickled spill of rippled currents disturbed by the nightly creatures quenching their thirst. The sound was tranquil, relaxing—just as soothing as the flowing tunes of sultry tunes coming from somewhere.
Hiei frowned and tightened his gripe on the rose whist his hand reached for the hilt of his sword. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the music but it trailed soft and poised, professionally in a melody he'd never heard.
Hiei's breath steadied, his eyes warily spying and disbursing around at every possible source of where the whispering rhythm was manifesting from.
And it was just that minute when his question was answered when a rapid current descended in the middle of the diamond glistened pond; with a cloaking silhouette enlarged by every speckled lighting. The climaxing waves settled at the tips of the figures toes of what Hiei could make out as soon the assaulting wisps of familiar earth settled his nerves to release his urgency.
Eyes remained trained on the dark length of lithe, toned arms, legs and out flexed wings wavering every rotated cycle to keep a fluttered hover. Hiei's ears suited themselves to the spell of traced magnificence coming from the tingling hymn. It was a sound like no other. One of its own subtle dazzle chimed a lowly smooth measure; octaves a leveling flow as delicate as the rippling waves . . .
The figure vanished and with it soared the heightened happiness blew into the music's blissful gully. It swung and curved from all around; so many directions and yet it all landed clean and soundlessly enticing to Hiei's landing. A windy whistler it was; harmonized with its flying player acting as his messenger to rely what it was he felt for the audience below.
One side of Hiei's lip cocked up.
Kuronue performed what he knew was the only possible way to ensure his undying devotion and loyalty to his beloved Koorime. Yes his beloved that he would have as his own, should the demon take was being offered as a gratified notion of acceptance.
An enchanted dance given by any who dared to chance it's complexity in hopes of persuading it's bestowed to enjoy. This having been a cultivated legacy for Chimeras of all kinds and it was through this way that Kuronue wanted Hiei to understand that he would do this skyward dance for him. Play this wondrous lullaby for his ears alone; would give the performance of his life if it meant to grant him a chance to become one with his Hiei.
So many times he'd soar through the clouds, hawk gazing for an instant before materializing in a whole another place to fly a series of designs and heart stopping patterns. One hand kept hold of the small pan flute whilst the other swayed and floated strongly with the angled swing of his narrowed body. So even and precise he did what he knew would capture Hiei's attention—and naturally he knew that his performance would be one never forgotten.
So many times he flew and soared, power-diving an aimless free fall to accompany the flute's death before rising to life with the glorified phoenix.
But it would soon come to past that the shocking sparks of tonight's beautiful evening would satisfy its routine display and end on a single lonely solo tune swirling amidst the transparent fogs and emerge freely cheered until whispering off on an echoing fusion, soft and sweetly harped like the strings of fantasia.
Taking a deeply earned sigh, Kuronue clutched the instrument's wooden piece to his chest and slowly came down from the sky; eyes closed and chest heaved a peaceful pant. His footing came to stand before the stiff backed Koorime, whom one hand was pocketed and could only stare without so much as a given expression as to what he thought. The only movement being his one blinked gaze as he carefully looked the Chimera up and down.
Kuronue couldn't sealed the blush that glammed his cheeks as he mumbled, "My kind's way of sayin' . . ." his eyes shifted. "Ya know how we feel about someone. Kinda like how the humans give each other those rings . . . I mean Kurama told me his human customs and it seemed like the same thing." He looked up to meet the cemented glare head on.
"I know," Was Hiei's deepened admission. "I'm aware of both and how the process works." At Kuronue's speechless reply, Hiei explained, "But I told you before, I wasn't interested in a mate."
Kuronue grimly nodded, and as was his unconscious gesture his wings deflated as did the confidence of his board shoulders. Well, it'd been worth a shot—
"But, that had been at the time," Hiei stepped forward and kept on until approaching to stand in front of the down-casted demon. "A time when I didn't think the possibility of having another could ever happen for me. A time where I thought no one could ever hold a candle to the flame of conquest I always held dear in my mind . . ." The rose still clamped revealed from behind his back, one petal peel off ready to spread its beauty. "You've proved to me otherwise," He whispered softly. "Upon the day this flower blooms, know I will have no other decisions on my part. . ."
"Hiei . . ." Kuronue gulped, heart beating the loudest as he clenched the wood in his fist.
Hiei smiled. A light genuinely bolded wide, clear and raw of pure declarated sensations, in the shine purity of his red eyes gleam of only promised harmony. "I will become your mate, Kuronue." The last of his statement was muzzled between warm flesh and the soft pulse of a thumping beat against Hiei's ear as Kuronue took all of him in arms to give his tightest embrace.
At a loss of sudden connection and having never been placed in such a predicament, it was all Hiei could manage to keep the flower's bud from being crushed between their bodies but he allowed the closeness— because it felt kind of nice. With his one free hand, Hiei snaked his arm around Kuronue's side and held him back just as close and secured, as his other curled under the wisp of tangled ebony sprouting out of a bounded string.
Sighing his wordless relief, Kuronue inclined his head, nuzzling softly to the pumping blood flow of Hiei's neck and timidly lapped at the cinder tasted spice electrified on his tongue. "I'll wait," he muffled against the tender thinned skin. "For as long as I live Love, I'll wait."
His reply was a soft pat against his back and Hiei's own in turned nose to inhale the odorous stench of lonely lavender rolled on his palate. He felt rather then he heard Kuronue's sigh and listened to his heartbeat . . . it was in perfect tune with his own.
Beating as one.
But as their hearts pulsed . . . Hiei was curious as to why it felt . . . somewhat amiss.

"Come on kid, say it. Yomi; Yo-mi."
"Eeep. Eeep."
"No, no, no. Yomi. Y-o-m-i. Yo-mi."'
"Ba, ba, ba, eep."
Yomi fell back in his chair, tossing both hands in the air, defeated and Kisa mimic the same flopped back position on the cove meeting counter table, giggling his heart out.
"Damn this kid's hopeless," Yomi readjusted himself in front of the rounds of unrolled neutral land maps and geographic detailers for half of Makai's fields, forests and other countries. "He ain't worth it, Yoko. He just ain't worth the headache."
Said fox demon hardly paid mind to the brazen insult as his claws straightened and flicked over several dark circle pinpoint locations of his projection outlines. "I don't why you bothered, Yomi. The lad's got a while yet before he mumbles a word."
"Oh no, the kid's got his own language," Yomi grunted. "I bet he could teach those damn birds outside a thing or two about chirpin'."
Kisa blinked, tilting his head to the side before peeking over his shoulder at the other elder. "Eeep. Eeep." He pouted.
Yomi lifted his eyebrow.
Yoko kept his head bowed but his chuckle was a deep boil in his throat as he said, "Easy there kit." The fox demon fixed a half lidded gaze on his second in command, "The child's aphasic, not ignorant."
"Psst, who you trying to tell?" Yomi remarked with an eye roll. "There isn't a doubt in my mind this kid's dumber than a sack of hammers."
"Eeep!" Kisa exclaimed angrily. With all his might he suddenly power charged off the table and dived in Yomi's lap, pawing hard against his chest, squealing like an agitated bird. "Eeep! Eeep! Eeep!" He thrashed and squeaked, extremely ticked. How dare this oversized dumb, dumb call him stupid!
But besides having the strength of a cotton ball, the tiny petty pats were too pitiful to cause damage and only accomplished in making Yomi annoyed. The goat heaved a rough sigh, swelling his chest and Kisa with it, "Yoko get 'em." He demanded, bored.
"You're the one who insisted on bringing him down here," Yoko shifted a couple of paper thin map sheets before finding the one he needed and went to measuring out distance and range. "He's your responsibility."
"That was before I found out the little shit was a loss cause. Look at him," Yomi glared down at the balled up fists trying to render him immobile. "He ain't worth piss in a bucket."
"Ba! Ba!" Kisa was steamed. Soon kicks joined in and became an all-out brawl of rapid kiddie attacks.
"Squeak, squeak to you too brat."
The rest of the childish debate went purposely ignored as Yoko continued on with his duties of carrying out a reasonable route to take for his heist; this on being the final review over what he knew would be an even more dangerous counter than previous ventures. His left hand kept a corner pinned from recoiling while an ivory white quill flicked under his chin, the blending feather acting as his thinking mantle; transfixed by the rise and fall of the sketched of the landscapes, one would think he were fixated on the Makai depictions.
But his hazel eyes crinkled in the corners said otherwise. "You're getting better Shuichi. I heard you come in but hadn't sniffed you until just now."
The sudden converse hadn't startled Shuichi as much the amusement of being praised for such a simple skill of stealth. Shuichi came forward, arms folded across the solid cerulean shihaksho, flared at the elbows and knees. The usual sway of his hair was brushed to skew over his right shoulder, loosely tied by a yellow string, similar to the honey lemon sash braided around his waist. "You flatter me Yoko." Shuichi commented fully coming into view. "I never would've guessed I was capable of sneaking up on the King of Thieves."
As was his heightened joy at hearing his guardian's voice, Kisa rolled back from Yomi's taunts and crawled over the table to be picked up and coddled as he relayed his story in a marathon of baby gurgles.
But there was no verbal scolding for the other occupant by Shuichi this time around; and for good measure too, he knew it best not to go that route with Yomi. Their company has yet to crack a fraction in the years they'd known each other and since Yoko's patience towards incorporation was limited, they both merely tolerated the other's presence for the sake of peace.
Shuichi greeted with a respective nod to Yomi who blandly waved it off and half turned his body from the pair.
"Did you need something Little One," Yoko uttered half-mindedly.
The question hadn't needed to be suggestive for Shuichi to catch on that his presence was mildly distracting, since he rarely came inside The Meet to disturb Yoko's concentrations. "I assumed Kuronue would've arrived back from his trip by now. I wanted a word with him."
The alleged reasoning, invoked a silver brow to arch over a narrowed eye, "You wanted Kuronue . . ." Yoko repeated indifferently. "Or were you perhaps looking for Hiei to have returned with Kuronue?"
Nothing was said to defend the accusation. Shuichi kept his composure straightened, daringly bold in his stance and ridged.
The silence was regarded a moment longer before Yoko finally lifted his head to side glanced the outline of Shuichi's body next to his own. "Yomi, give us a moment." His chair pushed back as he stood. In one fluid move, Yoko took Kisa from the mortal's grasp and tossed him Yomi's way. "And take the boy with you."
"Erm, sure." Yomi paused looking between the avoidance glare belonging to Shuichi and the cold stare of Yoko before taking his leave to let the two do handle whatever it was going on.
They both waited a moment's lapse before the first to talk whipped around sage eyes ablaze, "Do you have something to ask?" Shuichi sneered coldly.
Yoko lean his hip against the polished smooth table, both hands braced as a support behind him, eyes messaging a brusque line of disbelief. "To ask something you already know the answer too? Should I really waste my time Shuichi?"
"Should I waste mine with unnecessary defense?" Shuichi replied coolly. "Jealousy doesn't become you Yoko. Such an ugly line it places on that face." A side locket of hair was flipped over his shoulder as Shuichi hummed stiffly. "Seems the King of Thieves should keep better watch of his jewels if he thinks someone's bold enough to take what's his."
"Watch yourself, boy." Yoko growled, baring a glinted fang. "The guild knows never to steal from a thief. I hold ground to kill off whoever dares to steal what's mine."
Shuichi's eye glowed a sudden gold shade, "I bear witness to that fact as I've seen you do it before . . ."
"Then should I have reason to worry about the raptured interest you've seemed to take in Hiei?"
"I've done nothing to give you insecure notions of my relationship with him." Shuichi held his chin up. "You've become your own hypocrite Yoko. Was it not you who encouraged our friendship only a month ago? Hiei and I's understanding is mutual. We have no . . . feelings for each other as you may believe."
"Was it the same as Fasha?" Yoko suddenly paused, narrowing his eyes. "Were your relations with her the same? A mere coincidence that she might hold deeper feelings for you as you might for Hiei?"
Seconds trailed by until Shuichi swallowed softly to ask, "Was that why you had Fasha banished from the Sanctuary? To ensure you were all I needed?"
The visible stiffen was unbelievable. Shuichi had never seen an open gesture displayed to bother his beloved so openly and for some reason it tugged something in his chest to know that. Yoko . . . even he had his vulnerabilities. It was—disorienting to see a flex, though small as it was, dented in the Yoko's armor and the tiny drop of his left ear further verify Shuichi's allegation for continuum lonely existence.
Guilt was what it was. Yoko's shoulders squared off as he saw the analyzing resolution flashing one by one in those glassy sage eyes and sighed, for the very first time unable to meet those wide expressive eyes. Because he couldn't stand to see that look.
"I see," Shuichi finally concluded, hiding his eyes behind the cover of his red hair. Fasha had been the only one to give him peace and friendship in the way that no other would offer. And now it became clear that . . . Yoko would never want— Shuichi sighed and turned to leave.
Every step he took he hoped that Yoko would stop him to say that he wouldn't always away things that made him happy.
He wished that he'd say that he would give his all to ensure he had the best bonds.
He hoped the Youko would call out to say that he would do anything to make sure he was never lonely.
But the further he went on, the more he felt confusion and a mysterious ache deep in his chest, because Yoko had not once moved.
But Yoko had moved as he turned his face to see Shuichi's confidence zapped from his shoulders. 'Why can't you realize I'm trying to save you the grief of betrayal Shuichi? Do you really need the comforts of another that much? Am I not enough?'

It'd been such a long time since coming here that he'd taken time to think to himself. The years had flown by so fast, all of it a minute blur as he stared off seeing and yet not seeing the night's dying color blend into the morning wisps of heavy pinks, honeyed gold and purplish hues.
It was outside one of the abandoned caverns, Shuichi chose to give his mind some clear range to think over the Youko's actions. His right knee bent under his chin, captured in the folds of his opposing arm, lost in themes upon themes of fanciful thoughts. There were hardly any stars left in the sky, no signs of any ritual buzzes of bird life or the hustle of the band to signify to the upcoming day.
Gods why is it he felt guilty for Yoko's own insecurities? This made no sense of the sort. Shuichi was in his rights to be angry . . . but he was anything but angry. No, he felt disappointed if that was the correct term for it. It was just too mindboggling, these damnable emotions to decipher.
Inhaling and sighed behind the silk of his kimono, he breathed, "Hiei, it's been long enough. How long do you plan to just stand there without a greeting?" The human hitched his breath to prevent his throat from pressing against the fine blade pressed to his neck between his ear and jawline.
"You're getting sloppy, Human," Hiei's warm breathe powdered against his ear. "Had I been another, you'd be dead."
"I doubt that."
Hiei chuckled dashingly aware of the pointed needles sectioned at the small of his back and slowly stood, bringing his sword up as well. "Clever." The sword sung a sliding cling back in place. "Want to explain why you're out here moping like a victim?"
Shuichi shifted a little to look over his shoulder, "Hiei, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were concerned for me?"
"Be not a fool," Hiei scoffed coming to sit alongside the other. "You're my partner for the next job. If you're not up to part, I'll have to carry your weight as well as my own." His shoulder bumped against Shuichi's, "Either get it off your chest or suck it up and move on."
The lone leg that dangled freely over the cliff's edge was joined by its twin as Shuichi took on Hiei's similar gap legged posture, settling his elbows on his knees. "You have a unique take on asking someone to talk about their problems."
Hiei shrugged eyes out towards the sunrise. "I don't make a habit of being someone's shoulder to cry on."
"Point taken," Shuichi worried his bottom lip between his teeth a moment before inclining his head to the side. "Hiei . . . how have things been going for you and Kuronue?"
"Don't use my private life as a means to change the subject, Human." Hiei snapped evenly. "Last chance to talk."
Laughing softly, Kurama shook his head at the straight forward affirmative to his trick, "Touché. Very well, I supposed an early morning convey won't be too abrading." Sighing for the possibly the millionth time that morning, Shuichi tried to question his troubles the best he could without coming off as crazed. "Hiei how . . ." he frowned. "How exactly do you see our relationship?"
Hiei's response was muted, but his expression spoke volumes as he narrowly skinned his eyes to slits. "Explain."
Yes, an explanation would be beneficial. Shuichi cleared his throat and tried again, "I'm curious if perhaps . . . if we use our association for our own guilty purposes?"
Apparently because of the same conflicted understanding behind what was just said plastered on Hiei's face, Shuichi tried another way, "Does it ever feel that our alliance is a hindrance? Like maybe we use it for selfish reasons? To quail loneliness perhaps?"
At that, Hiei snorted. "I don't see why it would," he grumbled rough. "Strange thing is I never took time to actually think into this thing we have." Hiei looked at him. "I see it as being more of a convenience for both of us."
"How's that?"
"Think about it," Hiei pressed. "You haven't had that look in your eyes since the time I met you. You've become more," he thought a moment. "Relieved; as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and for reasons I can't understand, it revolves around our being together." He shrugged, brushing the information off. "Your human complexities are simple needs but it seems to run deeper than what's on the surface." To be honest, Hiei wouldn't dare admit to having felt the same way about their close knit relationship. It seemed to just settled into itself. Never needing an extra push or what not for it to mold into an understanding.
It just happened. And Hiei was in a way, grateful that it did without all the meager motions for a fuzzy friendship.
Shuichi nodded and went back to biding his face behind his hands. That bit of talk sort of helped but it dimmed compare to something else—something he just couldn't figure out what. Like, Hiei was the only one to give. True when they were near each other, that void of emptiness was cleansed and filled with pulse. As if his nearness was . . . just enough; even more so than what he and Fasha had in the past.
She had given Shuichi a friendship, no other could deliver. And somehow it seemed Hiei held that same capability.
"Hn, you worry over the most ridiculous things." Shuichi heard the comment before a weighty press puzzled against his back in the form of Hiei. The tuft of black hair lazed against the back of the mortal's neck and a couple of shoulder shifts later, Hiei was contently settled.
Shuichi quirked an eyebrow behind, "Hiei?"
"Shut up." The Koorime closed his eyes. "Pestering and irritating as a ratty woman. You humans need something to do other than worrying over trivial fortunes. Just let things happen as they are." He yawned. "Stop trying to figure it out." A heave swelled and deflated his chest as a notified gesture that he was submitting to the throes of weakened slumber, dampened any further movements.
An unknown relief bloomed as Shuichi too relaxed and balanced out the back to back poise before bowing his head to let sleep sweep his eyes, but not before whispering "Thank you . . .Hiei."
His friend was right. Perhaps he should just let things occur as they should and save the trouble of pondering the results later. And who better to let him understand this better than anyone else, than Hiei.
For that Kurama really appreciated him more than ever.
But it was as the two fell in a much needed rest that neither realized their heartbeats were in perfect harmony. Aligned as one.

TBC: Erm listen I know this plot's really long but bear with it please. This storyline is based on growth for everyone. So try to be patient with the Yoko/Hiei/Shuichi togetherness. These three are my favorite characters and I want their relationship to be just right and realistic. Thank you.
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