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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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Difficult Challenges

Yoko hadn't calculated the time Hiei's been here. He'd never been the type for keeping up with his men's allotted time frames. Some have been around from the beginning; others came later on and even fewer have lasted as long as he, Yomi and Kuronue have. Occasionally there'd come about the rare past point when a bandit would want a different change in his life outside of a thief and request permitted leave from the ever gambled life of a marauder. Permission sometimes would be based on the defining purpose behind the sudden change, and if considered a legit defense, they'd be granted leave; but never to return to this life again.
However if the case came to be of unstable circumstances such as wanting ledge to create a rival tribe; death was bestowed on sight. Elimination of any competition was a guaranteed deal if Yoko was able to catch it early.
That was the simplistic understanding of it all. The men here all unconsciously delivered a reinforced comprehension without stirring up confliction. No one made a point of outshining the other in hopes of gaining high authority. No one cared to become outstanding individuals in their leader's eyes. No one cared to make a spectacle of themselves for rumored praise and extra insistence with their company.
That was how the silver villain kept his relations mutual in the clan. There was never complication.
Until Hiei.
It was Hiei's time; the only man who's infinite term Yoko memorized clearly. Fifty four days. Exactly fifty four days since his encounter with Shuichi in the frozen forest. Within fifty four days he's created a disturbance not only in the controlled order the Youko kept sternly governed for his bandits but in that of his forbidden affairs with his other half.
If predicted knowledge had given way to there being so much change within these walls, Yoko would've gladly given the Koorime freedom to go about his business. He would've rather have the young demon leave then to gift allowance to this flutter of events.
And what was so poorly disconcerting was that the leader, the Prince of the Night, the Masked Marauder of the Night and acknowledged King of Thieves, was confused as to why he couldn't discard the bastard like the useless trash he was. It was as if Hiei exerted a curse upon whoever encountered him, manifesting relinquished restraint in one's ability to act as they normally would.
The evidence of bewitchment was solidified through the inexcusable actions of so many within the group. Kuronue's flourishing adoration to pinch even the slightest affection. Kisa's undying loyalty to be kept near and upon sight, to be coddled in whatever was offered from Hiei. Shuichi's routine visits for mere company; never demanding for much else but simple chat or silence. Yomi's captures of staring minutely at the Koorime, momentarily rapturing inner want, before giving another his attention. And then there was Yoko Kurama himself . . .
In his own words, proved evident only so long ago, he'd acted on his own accord to jump after Hiei that day. Seeing him disappear over the cliff, seeing the sheer terror and look of distant defeat; it'd all been enough to give Yoko leverage to jump in behind him. He'd broken his own bones for the sake of this creature; shattered every thought of reasonable clarity for Yoko's death defying recklessness. He could've perished that night, destroyed humiliation of his character for the sake of a worthless commoner and yet that had been the furthest thing from his mind.
It'd been pure impulse; instinct to jump in after Hiei. The very same Hiei causing this disruptive calamity for the silver fiend's mental disorientation. And for once in his life, the Youko bandit wasn't able to quickly conjure up a hurried strategy to dissolve the problem, or will up a plausible method of action to fix an unwanted conflict.
Demanding Hiei's departure would've been the easiest formula; seemed simple enough. But the damned fool had already wedged himself comfortably within the sanctuary's embrace and if taken from its warming clutches, a distilled chill would instantly surface. An unexplained void would exist where he'd found himself placed. Everyone would've noticed he'd vanished, all of them.
And as damning as it was . . . the Youko would've noticed too. It was such a bitter thought to imagine, one that brought an icy charm to the tilt of his lips and baring a fang inwardly enraged. A humorless amusement this was; so confusing. And the refusal to figure it out or want to figure out why all of this was worth the thought was what made it so annoying.
Yoko shook his head to clear the fleeting thoughts, opting for a more pleasing image of the sun's descent for the moon's rotated duties. The air was a stable blend of warming temperatures but layered with enough cold to remind that winter was struggling to hold on.
Reclined against the outer rim of his cavern residence, Yoko drew his leg up, draping his elbow at the knee, lazily blinking at whatever twinkled or existed.
Purposely drew to other things, Yoko remained unmindful of the little child, uncoiling himself from the folds of his quilted nap until popping his head out, hair in an untamed disarray of wild silver.
Little Fool rolled both his fists into balls, rubbing the drowsiness out of his eyes as he sleepily combed the bedding for his body warmers. But no one was there, an obvious fact that slowly crept to pits of his tummy. He was alone. Fear gradually grew into a watery vision as he felt the pumps of hiccups, supporting a round of tears. Fat drips pearled out the corners and slid off his blanket crinkled cheeks as he began to whine, seeking the answer for anyone near to come.
The sharp exhalation from the front of the cave, released as a sighed chuckle and Kisa felt the fill of relief relax his body. He could see his elder's profile outlined by the ascending moonlight, looking so magnificently regal of a handsome prince or lord.
Kicking off the heavy blankets, Kisa crawled on all fours, flexing his back, fingers and toes and popcorned out of the pallet. "Eeep." He called as he waddled over, tangled in the shabby poncho made of white furred wolf skin. He plopped next to the Youko, choosing to copy staring out at the early evening horizon. Little Fool wasn't sure if the big demon knew he was near since he hadn't given any motions to recognize him being awake. Perplexity drew his eyes up to see an expressionless smooth face, waxed clean of any lines, creases, wrinkles or blemish. Yoko just sat there, unmoving.
So Kisa scooted closer, inch by inch on his plump bottom, casually flapping his tail from side to side. Nothing happened. So he moved a little more, making sure to keep a big eye on Yoko's face. Three repetition attempts finally succeeded in getting him pressed against the side of that long muscled leg. His pointed ears swiveled several flickers until he gained the discreet courage to place his hands on top of the leg. When nothing happened he quickly struggled to scurry over and landed smack in the middle of Yoko's crotch and settled his back in place, and sighed, purring contently.
Yoko snorted lightly, "All that effort for a seat? Foolish little one," He reached inside the clasp of his tunic sleeve and retrieved several yellowish orbs between each finger dent and dropped them in Kisa's lap. Kisa squealed with delight at seeing the sweet treats and shoved them all in at once, humming when the explosion of sugary flavors coated his tongue like thick syrup.
"Mmm . . ." Little Fool's fingers curled and retracted with glee as he wiggled from the swallowing goodness and relaxed more loosely in his elder's bent leg.
Yoko lowered his other leg and tied them together for a proper nest, "You're spoiled kit." He mused as he tilted the chubby face up with the tips of his claws and softly stroked the underbelly.
Purring heavily please, Kisa was on cloud nine of sated bliss, pushing against the soothing caress, rolling his chin for a better section. "You're gifted with the most pleasurable gift for children," Yoko lightly scratched under Kisa's chin and thumbed over the large sized ears so much like his as a toddler. "Your innocence keeps you oblivious from the turmoil of confliction. Never to have a wondrous mind of trouble, unable to understand . . ." he paused, the choice of words hard to define as to what he wanted to explain.
Kisa felt the slower strokes and gently nudged his head on the claws to get back to their fluttery pace, and licked one of the fingers when the speed kicked up. Yoko shook his head, feeling the childish rumbles ripple on his talons.
"A child's innocence isn't always ignorant of the happenings in this world."
Inhaling the oddity odor of cinder and spiced embers, Yoko murmured, "How long had you planned to watch from afar Hiei? Were you hoping to catch me off guard or was the eavesdropped conversation enough to draw you out of hiding?"
Hiei emerged from the lustered cloaks of the mountain side's shadowy cone; a ruby beam illuminated in his eyes to match the night's obstructed darkness. "You weren't the original reason for my visit."
"Then what changed your mind?" Yoko's bronze eyed glow leveled up to the Koorime coming into full view.
"Your pitiful confidence in a child," Hiei said neutrally as he bypassed an offered position next to the Youko and picked the opposite end of the cavern, resting his back against the rough incline.
"I never would've credited you for giving a damn about a person's woes Hiei," Yoko shifted the now slumbering pup in his lap, lured to sleep seconds ago.
"I don't give a damn about anyone's woes," The fire demon assured. "But I have to correct you on the fact of child-like oblivion to cruelty and worldly conflict . . ." Hiei turned off, gazing out at the stars; thousands of countless stars so clustered in a wavering sheet of glimmering sparkles. "A child knows of pain. They're aware of pain. No one's immune to the agony of truth when it comes to troublesome notions." Hiei said, hearing the airy timbre in his tone.
There was a silence thereafter, nothing given from the Youko's end. Hiei took the lack of convey to be the fox demon's inner compute; most likely trying to analyze what was said. It was something he knew the fox always did when wanting to read into things more than they should be. It was seconds, perhaps minutes when the Yoko dropped his adjudging gaze and spoke, "Hardships have been delivered to you at an early age haven't they?"
Hiei's lips thinned, but nothing was said to enforce or deny the accusation.
"Is that why you find yourself obligated to watch over this child?" Yoko quizzed further. "To ensure he doesn't suffer the same treatment as you?"
Hiei kept his eyes averted, "Don't appraise it for being more than what you may believe. It's redundant to keeping thinking it. I never feel obligated to do anything. I do what I do because I want to do it. No one can fate anyone's actions." He looked at the Youko this time. "Isn't what you told me before?"
The silver thief shook his head, "I said no one commands my actions but the same can't be said of others. Something is bound to bring out reason to whatever it is they do . . ." That's right. Yoko's eyes slithered thin as he thought that over. He did control his own motivates. Nothing is or ever will be able to influence whatever it is he does in life. All things he did because he wanted too. Because he wanted too . . .
Yoko blinked, finally layering full eye sight on the reddish glint staring him as if to read his mind's private thoughts. It was Hiei's turn to decipher whatever it was hazing over those hazel eyes. As if a brewing calm before a storm, the boiling fog steadily rippled until the eyelids shut out the Koorime's attempt. Yoko's mouth quirked on the ends as he mumbled, "How amusing," he said stalely. "Save yourself the trouble Hiei. Trying to figure me out will only cause trouble."
"Hn," Hiei snorted. "Why the hell would I want to bother? You're your own problem Yoko." Hiei stood hands shoved in the pockets of his hakama as he walked off, throwing over his shoulder. "Both of you are hard to comprehend at times. You and that bloody Human should learn to get out whatever troubles you. Otherwise, it makes you the problem."
He was his own problem, Yoko thought to himself. Interestingly so, he would agree. No one caused him to create these issues. They were just conjured up troubles he placed on his shoulders. And yet it took the short spoken conversation from that spice mouthed child to reveal that to him. He was his own problem. "Yes, it would appear so." He whispered to the winds.

Hiei's retreat was blocked by way of Kurama, coming from behind the offset jut of a cliff, hand braced against the wall as he locked eyes with the stern set before him.
Hiei jerked his chin up and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Hesitation to speak couldn't have been clearer on Kurama's part to ask the question weighed heavy in his throat. To pry information from a private conversation wouldn't be of maturity but still . . . he wanted to ask if—
"He's troubled," Was all Hiei said. "But nothing he can't handle."
Shuichi sighed, relieved to be spared to the breaker of the silence. "Yes I suppose he would be. Your presence is likely the cause, though not intentional," Shuichi pushed off the wall and came to stand a couple of feet in front of Hiei. "You've caused a difference and he's having trouble adjusting too it all. The differences, the changes, and the influence you've seemed to stir here."
Hiei's eyes narrowed, the glow shifting from side to side, "I never cause anything," he says boredly. "Should a change occur of its own accord, I've done nothing to have a hand in it."
"You'd be surprise to find out otherwise Hiei. Your company here's done a great deal of inspiration."
Again Hiei was resorted to snorting off the beliefs and walked past, bumping his shoulder against Kurama's as he growled lowly, "Nonsense," and said, "Just have yourself right in the mind for the heist tomorrow. The fox's mood swings are bad enough. I can't have a partner who can't focus," then flitted away.
Kurama stood there staring at the space cleansed of Hiei's unruly composure and softly chuckled, "If you say so Hiei." Whatever the Koorime maybe believe or refuse to acknowledge he was indeed a welcomed effect for this band. And Shuichi couldn't be relieved for the change he was bringing upon them all.
Especially for Yoko. This he amused himself with and went up the haven to join his beloved.
This change would be good of the lot of them and he was glad to be a bearer of this.

After the countless planning, days of endless calculative techniques for perfect for this evasive thievery, the continued nights of traded spies keeping watch of the target's routine, the deal had been set.
The time to strike Northern Castle was now.
By the dozens every able bodied man was to partake in this thrill for the ultimate steal of their time. Jewels of indescribable value were kept safe within tightened vaults. The names of these dazzling diamonds raged from the beautiful cobalt gem known as the Devil's Tear down to the heavenly valued Dragonite known to be worth an entire territory by the handfuls.
Sparkle Geminis were curved gems of the clearest purity, blemished only by the fuchsia streak jagged in its center; the kind of gems Shuichi found to be of excellence to his criminalistics favor. Kuronue was partial to the Hawk Claw jewels resembling the hooked talons of predatory birds, lavender in color and when cracked in half, presenting a powdery residue worth a fine penny in several black markets. The silken treads of brilliantly woven draperies were Yomi's aim tonight. Designs of ancient creatures caught in the midst of battle, frozen within the spectrum satin of swirling tapestries.
Hiei had no motivated goal for the ambush except for the kill. The moment of spilled blood smeared over the fine edged of his blade—yes. That in itself would satisfy his lustful necessaries for the share of the spoils.
The night's time was aged to perfection; a dipped oil pan tilt to splatter an even coating, not a speck out of place. Grayish wisps thinly glided past the moon, depraving her witness to the criminals gathering on in her light. One by one the swift shadows give view to every living body concealed from the revealing spotlight until the clouds pulled back their curtain for their grand finale.
Yoko stood amongst them all, anxious, prepared and determination riddled in his folded posture. To his right Yomi stood, proud and daring. To his left, Kuronue casually crouched to his ankles, eyes sternly focused on the crew of last arriving men. All of them dressed in their usual attire though some opted for lighter garments for easier speed access. Kuronue being one of the few to change his clothing to a long sleeved navy tunic, cut off at the elbow and a pair of deflated hakama, inky black in color.
This would be treated far more severely than any other previous job. The danger was lessened to only one problem and that was to deal with the ruling young lord, commanding the post from dead center of his castle.
A middle B ranked monarch, intelligent but slow in speed. His strength came from the sheer magnitude his power possessed; a thunderous claim of raw will to crush whomever came before him with the simplest flick of his wrist. He was to be feared, and cautioned for even with Yoko's speed and high authority, he was not immune to the possible damage delivered behind the king's blows. He too would have to stay weary of his target as well.
As large as the heist would be and how long it'd take to retrieve every longed treasure, there could be no mistakes. Those who became unfortunate as to become injured or suffer a meeting with the demon king would be left behind; a forgotten memory. Death was possibly assured and even guaranteed for most of them. And yet as the Yoko calmly scanned the eyes of every man, the look of fear was absent. There only shun the shrouds of clouded thrill and sickened greed for exceptional values . . . and for the zestful stream of their victim's blood.
In the end after all were present, no words were said that they didn't already know. Be careful, stay steady, keep out of sight, follow the plan and kill to survive; nothing more. Everyone knew their station, who they were to be paired with and to watch each other's safety.
If it could be helped.
Hiei was paired with Shuichi; their job was to quietly infiltrate the supply hold of dragonite gems. Kuronue had the flyer squad in charge of the aerial transportation for immediate escape. Yomi controlled the western entrance of the castle where the clothes were stored. Yoko would authorize the remaining hoard. Kisa will be kept in Yoko's care, this time locked in place by the nubs of his claws.
Set and clear, the Youko stared until he found the set of equally self-assured certitude in forgiving sage eyes. For a second he allowed himself to be swallowed by the warmth buried in his chest as he silently relayed a message of uncertainty . . .
Shuichi nodded as both sides of his lips quirked up and a mouthed message that promised a solid loyalty. Yoko, in turned, nodded his gratitude and with a flick of his wrist dissolved the venomous barrier. Within moments of the haze's cleansing the speedy dash of every member took them into the arms of darkness.
Except for two. Hiei and Kuronue.
The moment wouldn't last for long. Their hesitated departure was only to exchange the Cat's Eye necklace, this time in Kuronue's hands.
Hiei unlatched the chain from his neck and tossed the gem to Kuronue, quietly waiting until the jewel was in place. Kuronue snapped it place, and nothing minute of a flat second, Hiei vanished high above, hand braced against a tree as their eyes connected. Blue mending its pleasant coolness in heated red and frozen in that fastened line of invisibility, it was Hiei's transparent voice to break the lengthen silence with a whisper in the winds before taking off, his kimono blended in the pitch blackness; and Kuronue took flight, not too far behind with his own messaged vow carried by the chilled currents.
"Come back alive Kuronue."
"You have my word, Love . . . I'll come back to you."

A day's journey was dampened half a moon's descent because of hurried determination planted firmly in the soles of their moccasins, carrying their youthful energy through the throes of the trees. Excitement was the frenzied engine pumping through their blood, stirred to a broil. The snow would no longer betray them this night for it had become too weak to hold form of their foot markings. The trees could no longer alarm their pounced landings without its blanketed white trap.
The snow has lessened to light coatings, melted upon sight, leaving nothing but a muggy soil. Their only alliance tonight would be the devil's cape made of obsidian properties; a silken cloak of darkness.
Divisionary partners carefully snaked off to their lead thief, the youngest of them all being concealed under the cascaded veils of his father's hair; out of sight, out of mind.
Markers were rooted in place, all of their individual identity, be it in the form of a greenery or primitive claw engraving against the truck of a tree. These would be their escape routes or the deciding factor between friend and foe.
Several clicks away there were four bands of thieves, positioned in lined precision on the outer edge of the forested boundaries. In the trees, behind the trucks, hunkered flat on their stomachs, all in place outside the intended strike zone. The winged assassins circled in the misted grays, flying past as they did with natural grace.
It was midevening, near the start of a preparing dawn; they would only have four hours to accomplish this mission. That was more than enough time to infiltrate the stone structured castle, aged by the flaps of grabbling vines and caked moss.
Yomi was the source of the moment of attack. He kept his body stolen from view by the clasp of a blossoming tree, spewing the songs of nightly fowl or falsely distinct chirps of withering insects. The return of every octave-made tone secured everyone was in place. Several flickers of his ears casually twitched.
The signal was given for the first wave to enter, the smallest of the party; Kurama and Hiei. The rest were sure to follow afterwards. Their beginning task? To slain the soldiers guarding their needed entrance.
Hiei darted off first, followed by the stalk black robes of Kurama, tightly on his trail. Pace in sync, carefully hanging as low as possible from the revealing illumination, they stuck to the shadowy jags portrayed by the surrounding trees. They halted, backs against a tree, crouched down as they zeroed in on their unsuspecting prey.
Four lonely tiger guards stood agilely pacing their missioned post, eyes weary of anything to glint out of place. Kurama placed his right palm on Hiei's shoulder, lifting, three, two fingers, one fingers and the Koorime dashed off the opposite end. With his hand feeding spouts of youki into the ground, Kurama slowly summoned the hairs of confined tree roots to the balls of his digits.
Hiei pistol shot sixty paces; thumb kicking up the plate of his sword as just in the nick of time the beckoned plant life calmly snaked around the ankles of his victims and quickly slit his blade across their throats. Cords of rippled flesh sprung front gushing sheets of red, taking the howled struggle from the dying men until they fell to their knees dead.
And Hiei dashed inside. Kurama sprint forward, coming to the mouth of entrance and spun on his heel, reaching in his hair for a rose bloom, pin pointing its projection to the glimmering gold eyes. A calm toss became a deadly jet, stem prepared to strike the catchers heart—Yoko caught it between his index and middle, and chuckled.
With the deed sealed and accomplished, Yoko waved his arm wide and the dashing marauders took off.
Several seconds later Kurama was featly on Hiei's heels aiming straight for the projected focus of their test. Traveling through the rugged decorations of preserved corridors, their bodies hugged the wall being mindful of the extra sentries whom paced these times of night. Against the rocky floors were god given rows of plush textured rugs, holding the designs of past kings and rulers all of a feline descent, each more power than the last.
But the respect for their culture was stepped on and ignored, dirtied by the disgrace of outsiders who cared nothing about the legacy of their enemy. Kurama lead the way, sharply turning down the halls and dodging the glass pillars and knights stationed near each. Their area of focus was upon them within minutes, with two sentries pulling duty on either side.
Panther warriors holding spear staffs were carefully chosen for their jobs; backs ridged, sight, smell and sound acute for anything. These two belonged to Hiei.
Timing the moment of surprise, Hiei slowly released a diming ember against his skin, burning off his smell to match the flickering candlelight wavering overhead. His foot clad boots were deceivingly silent against the bricked grounds as he stuck up from the side and in a blur of black struck down both soldiers. Blood didn't have the pleasure of hitting the ground before Hiei ignited the bodies to piles of bodily ashes.
The adrenaline flow was invigoratingly enticing. Hiei couldn't resist slapping the flat of his blade against his tongue for the coppery flavor of excitement.
Kurama emerged eyes afire from the demonic gesture, having the feel of burning murder envied. He couldn't deny the desire for his own chance for a kill but aside from that, he set about cracking the rolling lock. Ear pressed against the metallic door, a combination of nearly twenty different varieties rotated every sixty seconds until a steely click guaranteed the correct code.
Kurama pulled and Hiei ran inside.
Inside the warded vault were piles of stacked dragonite. Purplish streaks of polished black gems, the size of common day stones, sparkled and winked seductively egotistic of their monstrous value. Lavender tinted from afar but in closer view, were as black a raven's wings.
"Don't carry more than we can handle," The red mortal whispered, tossing a wooly bag to his partner.
Hiei caught it, quickly store armfuls of radiate bijou in his tote. "How much does he want?"
"Enough to fill the east bay catacombs."
Hiei paused and when he heard the taunting snicker, went back to work. Hiei compressed an angry line across his lips. "Damned fool."
"Simply take what you can Hiei." Chuckled Kurama.
Hiei snorted lips thinned. "If the fool wanted so much we should've left sooner." He hissed. Just for that he tied the light weighted storage to his waist, half filled.
Kurama shrugged, "You know Yoko. He prefers a challenge and giving his a limited amount of time, builds panic," But he too planned to have a work with the psychotic thrill seeker after this heist. He gather what little he could carry and bonded the string to his waist band. They'd gathered more they needed to sell. "Aside from that, I think we could—"
Hiei sensed it first but it was Kurama's breathe hitched against the deadly press of pointed talons against the bulging vein storing the spill of life. The pressurized of each jagged claw, slowly coiled a thick finger around Kurama's throat until the physical circle of a large hand overlapped. Hiei stood his ground, feet planted, shoulders squared off at the haunting ice glowed of blue eyes cat like glared at him over Shuichi's shoulder blade.
"Damn I gotta tell ya, I wasn't expectin' any house guests this late," The growly creature's voice seemed to vibrate his size through Hiei's chest. The sheer bulk of this demon was deceived by the darkness, but through his glowing eyes, Hiei could make out the monstrous outline.
Kurama swallowed hard, fists flexing open and shut to keep the flow of blood cool and relaxed, through the pulse of his heart gave way to the stiffen panic reeled inside.
"Step away from him," Hiei warned, hand at the ready for his blade.
"Don't even try it kid," Kurama's gasp ceased all potential attempts to retrieve his sword. "I'll snap this human's neck before ya hand the chance."
Hiei stopped, thumb pressed angrily on the hilt of his blade as he backed down, eyes narrowed in strategistic frame. Razor mentality went to work, analyzing the creature's magnificence. This was without a doubt the warned king of this territory. The wafts of his youki pressure was gravitating, making it slight complicated to breathe. His middle B rank status was true to form without so much as trying to exert its power.
Slowly step by stretched step, the demon ruler came forward, Kurama's body coming forth first, both his eyes dilated because of the grip carefully jested around his windpipe.
And then emerged his captor; a barreling demon fitted to the gruff sounds of his robust tone.
Unclothed from the waist up, symbolized emblems in the design of his forefather's untamed savagery sketched in open spaced tattoos resembling that of a wild jaguar. Skin darkened a tanned cream brought out the slithered curve of his cobalt eyes, nearly blackened because of their slanted position. Waves of auburn hair, coarsely gathered a top his brow flowing down to the remaining length tied at the nape of his neck. The hiked hunches of his feet padded closer, loudly clanging his claws against the stony floor as his long slender tail wagged agitatedly, poking out of powder blue hakama.
His claws dangerous increased their weighted pressure as he inched forward with the human in gear, "We've got ourselves a little problem here don't we?" purred the Jaguar demon. "You're stealing my shit, so I'm stealing his life." He tightened his hold. "I think we need to strike up a deal here."
Hiei hesitated, then. "Name it."
"Give me that bastard fox's head," Sneered the demon. "I know his ass's behind this. The fool's the only one to dare insult my power by coming through the front door."
"O-out of the question—gah!" Shuichi gasped.
The demon strangled his prey, "You're in no position to say squat human. I'll have that Yoko's head for this shit." He grumbled more to himself then to the accompanying ears. Then he flashed his lively eyes Hiei's direction. " 'S what's it gonna be half pint? Make it fast I haven't had a kill in a while and this just might be my appetizer."
This was getting nowhere. Hiei needed a plan, something to distract the large bigot for only four seconds. That'd be enough time to pry Shuichi free and be off. But he couldn't risk the capture. The oaf was slow but strong. With Shuichi in his grasp, a simple flick of his thumb could snap his neck.
And seeing the sweat bead over Shuichi's brow and the pink build of desperation clogging his face. Terror of a small child, inwardly praying for reprieve showed wildly in Shuichi's eyes. Hiei was growing angry. He couldn't stand that look, despised it even. The glowering rage burrowed like a wedged thunder in his throat as he unsheathed his sword, cockily swirling its taunting blade.
"A fox to fight a cat? I hardly call that something worth entertainment," the blade switched hands, as Hiei beckoned the jungle feline with a crook of his fingers. "Why not take me on instead?"
There was a huff of amusement, "A C class fire cracker? Ha," The demon growled. "I'm not even gonna waste da' energy it'd take to crush ya."
Hiei suddenly snorted, unimpressed, "So you'd prefer an easy catch then? To fight a lowly fox in substitute of much worthier prey? How cowardly."
"Hi-Hiei don't!" Shuichi grabbed at the hand, trying to peel himself free.
"Shut up," Snapped the villain. "I gotta hear this. So you think you can easily match me? Tsk, I doubt that. You don't know what 'cha gettin' into."
"Hm, I'm pretty sure I can handle a common faced feline." Hiei smacked his blade against his foot. "Come at me cat. Your master's calling."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Sssss . . ." The demon dramatically sighed, lower Shuichi's body to the floor as his snarling voice hissed, "I'm gonna make you eat those words shorty." Like the common trash beneath all demons, Shuichi was treated as such as his body was tossed roughly overhead. Heavily crumpling to the floor, he quickly struggled to suck in as much air as he could to his swollen lungs as he turned to witness Hiei's foolish tact. The Koorime was being to brass, and reckless; Shuichi needed to act quickly. Hiei had no idea who he was dealing with.
Crouched to the balls of his feet, the creature slowly stalked around a circling radius as blue eyes flickered tauntingly. A crafty smile pulled apart the demon's lips to display sharpened fangs, glinting evilly. "You wanted me short stuff, you've got me . . ." The demon sneered.
Hiei hunkered down, animalized intuition, crinkling his body in a bent stance. A series of wavering gnarls pulsated a demonic challenge. This thing had manifested that look in Kurama's eyes.
It was unforgivable.
It was stated clear and open for response, one that the demon ruler took to heart and calmly pressed his palms to the floor, ready for the attack, ". . . no one taunts me asshole." Withered shock waves bounced off the walls like hammered thrusts as the rise of youki suffocated the air's purity. No longer contained and held back, the jaguar erected razors claws and prickles of needled hairs stood on end. He was ready, "Let's see if ya can handle fightin' Kazuma Kuwabara."

TBC: Yeah that's right. I did it. I did it. I Mary Sued the OOC shit outta Kuwabara and I'd do it again ha ha! I made him a hot Jaguar Demon King of his own Territory so eat it mates! Stay tuned.
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