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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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Disconcerted

The sun was on the brink of rising; the hours diminishing a slithered navy coral across the rugged skyline. Frost distinguished its dawning form of semaphore dew drops, signifying a quiet pantomime. Hazel iris lifted high to gaze at the narrowing bronze bleeding Makai's heavens to its celestial scarlet.
Time was up. They had what they needed to sate their voracious greed. They needn't stay a moment longer.
Before the sun betrayed them all to the eyes of their enemies, they would have to disappear.
Shoving the last pile of Devil's Pearls in his tote, the fox leader's bag was bundled under his armpit as a hastened rake of his eyes took in the desolate. "Men," he whispered once. And on command as were their trained response, everyone in his party came to his beckon, all carrying their weight in swollen riches. A fast calculation accounted all who he'd brought along and a shoulder shake aroused the napping pup suctioned to his back.
Two timber quakes rattled the kit out of his dazed huddle, wrapped snug in the heated comforts of his elder's hair. Using the balls of his fists, Kisa rubbed the drowsy sleepiness from his eyes and scaled his way up to the Youko's neck, nuzzling his face in to seethe the lost warmth from his thumbing flesh. "Mmm," he whimpered sleepily, already submitting to the dreamy embrace.
"Just a little while longer kit," Yoko used his index and thumbed claws to grasp the kit's plump face beside his jaw, nudging under his chin. "You can sleep when we return."
Little Fool weakly nodded his head and left a lick on his father's cheek before crawling back underneath the veil of sterling, nubby claws injected safely for the ride. Reaching behind to check the security, Yoko nodded for the others to surround him for their readied departure. A snap and tingle pulsated, then.
And suddenly creaks of twirling cackles snaked a jagged crack around them all, becoming a deepening wound through the tough concrete. They huddled back to back, all enclosed within the energized boundaries as it began to descend below. Pebbles whispered, stones hoarsely shook as they were timidly molded into their master's escape route.
This would end as they always would. The deed was accomplished, no troubles would commence, and they'd vanish without a trace, leaving only their silent laughter in the dead of night and the shame of their victims, howling in their wake.
. . . But not this time. Yoko's ear flickered around and a smile immerged as an afforded whiff of tanged youki rolled a cupidity mucus over his tongue. Yoko smiled harder, fully comprehending that familiar smell of fibrous feline.
Calming thrills riddled up his spine as a luminous shadow mirrored devious cerise. As it would come to past, this night would not end as he'd planned it seemed. No, this night would end like some before . . . more captivating of the chase and simulating for the hunt.
Blood shed was assured.
The murderous thought he mused as in one fluid leapt from the bowls of his retreat and glanced over his shoulder toward the blinking child. "You, stay here." No other word was spoken as in one motion; the child and sack were tossed back in. "Take care of him!" He ordered and tore off to the source.

Something wasn't right. The sun was rising. They should've been done with the heist ten minutes ago.
Kuronue hovered, scowling at the endless thread of bandits emerging from the private routes, none of them holding a familiar shape, blending into the forest's ebony glaze.
His bottom lip worried between his teeth as he waved off his flyer squad to carry on with the original plot. They would be fine without him to guide their actions. The four he was responsible for weren't around just yet and he needed to know why. A feeling of dread was slowly creeping up to the nape of his neck, where the flicks of thin hairs stood on end.
That's when he felt it. A harsh blow of radiating dynamic slams coarsely flaring in controlled layers; these were strong enough to stun even someone of his caliber him. But that wasn't what had his eyes widening in recognition of the flow. No the pattern of this wave was all too familiar.
That was why he drew his blades. What had him sourly enraged, snarling thunderously within the caves of his chest, was the sense of a dimmer youki struggling to overbalance the corruption. A flexing will to survive . . . "Hiei."

The fogs of youki condensed like a robe of velvet malice, coated a streaming tone of excreted clamor.
A stunned coercing force of unseen walls, settled heavily extremed. Every single object in range held an expelling substance weighted down from soaking in the building auras. From the littered bijous and scattered rarities to the specks of concealed particles, nothing was depraved of being granted a taste of this robust discharge. This was becoming a secreted dungeon, oozing nothing but raw energies and a pressurized thievery of oxygen.
That's what it felt like to Hiei, a jail seeking to take away the very essence that made him what he was; but he stood his ground. Poised and readied for what he knew would be a deadly combat, both of his feet slid cautiously across the brick stiff stones, circling around the savage beast for an opening.
The stifling currents coiled and wisped around, taking on colorations those of lesser form could never visualize. Odorous heats stung the moisture from his eyes, and dried his throat to immediate thirst. For each wavering surge of this creature's power, it came as a tightening suppression over every mobile body part.
The shattering powers of a Class B were nothing to meddle with. But he'd been exposed to the callous blows of pure A rank's constrain; this here, could barely compare. The difference was massive.
Perhaps that's why Hiei could still wear that cocky grin even as he felt the fibers of his body weighing down like the strongest iron.
Kuwabara knew his advantage. It was something he held over all of his adversaries when coming in contact. Waves of his youki were capable of slamming an earth shattering force, resilient enough to crack open the purest adamant. The quakes of this young demon's body were unmistakable. The way his foot shifted just to keep the numbness at bay was laughable. His will to keep his submission withdrawn was just as pathetic.
This one wouldn't be different from the others before; he'd fall to the serenity of the jaguar's claws just as fast.
Crouching down to the balls of his palms with the sheened length of his tail casting a foiling shimmer, Kuwabara slowly hunkered down, shoulders stiffened, claws metallic clanking against the stony blocks as he circled around his prey's frozen body. "Nothing to say half pint? You were talkin' plenty of shit earlier." He chuckled, licking the pointed needles of his fangs. "What's 'da matter? Cat got 'cha tongue?"
"No, but I'll have yours soon enough," Hiei crouched back against the joint of his right knee, half gating his sword over head while the other acted as a come hearth motion. "Don't waste my time with meager taunts. Come at me," his smile became deadly. "If you dare."
Kuwabara's throaty growls emphasized his negative take on the daunting provoke—he wasn't please. His pointed ears wiggled agitatedly, both eyes dilating to crevice teal. Crackles emitted through the auburn strands of his hair as the band used to restrain his hair sizzled off, slowly becoming a furrowing mane down the arch of his back.
Then was as it had been for so many years before their time that the two demons commenced in a ritual of deathly purpose slowly reenacted like their forefathers. They took position, each taking an offensive stance, weapons prepared, be it natural or otherwise. Hiei kept his eyes steady; Kuwabara followed his every move.
Then they struck.
Before Kuwabara could blink, Hiei launched his blackened form half off the ground and forward, positioning himself behind his adversary. The attack intended for a sneak jab in his lower spine, but the demon lord's experience taught him the predictable moves of a rookie and quickly twisted around to slam his fist where the Koorime once was, imprinting a dented ball where his hand landed.
"Come on kid!" Kuwabara howled to the dodging demon, flashing and vanishing with every blink. "Stop running away and fight me like a man!"
Hiei's velocity swiftly gained him several feet back, then leapt high, swirling his blade downward above and power dived down, fully prepared to send the tip of his sword through the jaguar's head. It was fast, a nimbly effective approach towards substantial damage. But Kuwabara was ready and without warning, slammed his fist against the side of the sword, astonishing Hiei's air assault. The force twisted his body midair, giving Kazuma the chance to latch onto the dangling ankle and yanking his body off balance. The counterblow compensated a fierce slash through the air in a winding spin before Hiei was flung harshly towards the stony wall.
The ebony demon barely caught himself before his side roughly bore into the stone's cold hulk. Something snipped inside his chest and a burn softly flooded. He felt the inflicted stings and faint spewing fire within. A rib delicately snapped a hairline twinge, pressing into something vital. But nothing past making him immobile to battle; he would still be able to fight.
Kuwabara shoved both hands in his pockets as he mocked boredly, "Is that it? I gotta say you've disappointed me," He spat on the ground, slowly approaching his victim. "You talked all that and all you have to show for it is pitiful speed?" He shrugged, hardly considering the little demon worth the endeavor.
"Hn," but the sound of exerted confidence threw him toward those laughing red eyes and the egotistical stance that suddenly made him angry.
"I'm surprised," Hiei began, bracing his back against the wall. "You're pretty much all strength and no brains. Nothing too challenging." The trembled waver of his voice was camouflaged behind his arrogant charm. "And here I expected more. If that's all there is to the supposed demon cat, then I guess all you'll be able to handle is a little fox."
"Big words little man." Kuwabara's eyes narrowed to viper azure, darker and dangerously warning. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut Runt. I don't make a habit of pickin' on the weak."
"In case you're blind, fool," Pushing off the back exterior, sword at the ready, Hiei wobbled back in place, face ablaze with determined aspiration. "I'm still alive. Which means you're not all that powerful yourself—?"
Hiei took to the air right as Kuwabara pounced forward, hands drawn back for a double slash. The narrow miss was quickly countered with an overhead kick as Kazuma hand stood, giving his body leverage for such an assault. The tip of his moccasin grazed Hiei's knee but the Koorime managed to catch the hakama cloth to swing himself off a distance.
Just as he lands, Hiei bolts along the wall but Kuwabara's speed nearly catches him off guard and he hurried backflips, whipping his blade around to target an angled swap—the sword achieved successful connection only to shatter on impact, losing its steely shape. Hiei's eyes grew wide in hastened shock. Starlit shards dissembled from what was once a fine edged weapon, becoming a useless cast of jagged pieces.
Kuwabara's fangs nicked the side of his lip as he sneered watching the floored expression abstract its woven masterpiece in those red eyes.
There was no time to think. The sword was a lost cause now.
Hiei swirled his weight around, flatly darting off several yards to obtain space between him and the enemy—
—But Kuwabara was already upon him, "Nah, kid. You wanted death. I'll give it to ya. So. Don't. Run!"
Hiei froze. The sheer magnitude of the devastation used to gather in that single atomic thrust was a stunning stream of pressure. It was coming quickly. Hiei saw the bare flesh of leopard print black and tiny hairs several inches from his face . . .
Kuwabara's attack rammed straight through the air before he realized the target had flitted at the last second. He stood looking between his fist and the empty space for only seconds when the smells of burning brimstone spiced his nostrils with a sinister sting.

Yoko knew the chances were slim, though not impossible. Kuwabara might beat them. Hiei would undoubtedly disregard Kuwabara's power because of his size. His past ventures have been a prime example to go on.
How many times had he underestimated another's strength just by appearance alone? The child of fire had so much to learn and yet that was the furthest thing from Yoko's thoughts. He needed to get to his mate.
Shuichi's aura was dim, almost voided. The only shred of relief was that his blood wasn't spilled. Not an ounce. But the same couldn't be said for the Koorime. The halls were stank with his bloodied odor.
"I'll kill him!"
Yoko glanced over his shoulder at the Chimera quickly catching up from his skyline. "Don't rush in recklessly, Kuronue."
"Reckless be damned," Kuronue quickly gained ground, flying directly above his leader's form, wings scraping the ceiling stones like razor daggers. "The bastard's touched what's mine. He needs to die!" And patience no longer played a factor in the raven demon's mental strain. His mind was one tracked now. No other task sprouted more than two things.
Save Hiei. Kill Kuwabara.
And it was when Kuronue took off faster than a wink, that Yoko's stride and dampened a smidge before recovering. Unlike him, but he'd forgotten . . . forgotten that Hiei was Kuronue's responsibility to protect.
Not his. Not his to protect. How could he forget something so—so minor? Hiei . . .

"Guess you're something worth fightin' after all." Kuwabara turned around just to catch witness of procreating titian. Whirling spouts of ember sparkled a tinkling ring, crackling like the devoured charcoals of a raging hell. A crafty grin eased a wider smirk on his face as he turned to face the C ranker's assault. The wide expand of his chest flexed and contracted in a way of concreted stone ready for immediate collision.
Hiei felt the bowls of his own innards scorching a savage trail, growing more and more visible through the connected surfacing veins. The infliction was nothing new to him for he's been friendly with pain this extravagant in the past. He'd admit to underestimating this demon's strength because of exterior implication. Never would he have thought the creature able to be this agile, especially for his size and bulk. His marked flesh's strenuous thickness was another factor he'd become aware of after personal contact.
If that fist had debarked, he would've lost his head; a nasty decapitation.
That's why this was his last resort; having to expel this level of fanatic strain on his body. Every shredded tissue prickled along the edges of his body. Electrical ripples peeled off the fleshy cords of his fingers, as breathing light ignited.
"Come on kid. Let me have it!" The demon king jeered loud over the fire's roar.
"Oh you'll get it fool," Hiei hissed wickedly through the clench of his fangs. "Stay right there. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough."
At that bit of daring challenge, all Kuwabara could do was cackle, "Don't wait. Go ahead and let it out!"
"Ha," Laughed Hiei. "In a hurry to die are we?"
"We all gotta go sometimes half pint. Let's see if ya can make me see my maker."
"Patience, fool. A dish of blood is always best served hot." A frosty promise he'd give the damned beast real soon.
Blistering calloused flesh curled off the very muscles tenors of digits, a hot beam becoming solidified and just as he finds the urge to bring forth his demand.
But it would never come as he'd planned. The originated scheme was voided by the sudden raptures of vicious greenery cuffing the folds of his wrists together and the culprit responsible came forward.
Maroon strands matted and in tangled disarray curtained over deranged sage eyes, focused on nothing and seeing nothing. The wall of crumbled Kimono stood tall as a solid wall, preventing Hiei to see anything but the being before him. Hands clapped heavily on the Koorime's shoulders as he was pulled forward and relayed a chilling whisper, "Stay back, Hiei." He felt heat aggrandizing his ear where the sultry words were spoken before being feasted with wrinkled captivation of murderous charm tugging the muscles of Shuichi's lips.
From behind the howling roars of anger bounced as wild as the captured demon, battling off the earthly tendrils.
The next happenings were blurred in a scene, unseen but seen. A colorful rapidity of immediate actions to fast for the naked eye to train on.
Needled thorns tore demolishing breaks through the brick solid floors, all as thin as a string of hair. But their delusional appearance only distinguished their true identity; paralyzing venom laced grass blades, vowing a poisonous demise by the slowest pace.
The jaguar king eyed the stalking plants, only moving to tear away at the snapping weeds. "Kill me," he growled menacingly. "You'd better hope these kill me human or I swear death upon all you care for," the demon jaguar's face coursed malevolently iced, a chiseled vow on his handsome face. "I'll see you all hanging by your throats."
Kurama stepped forward, raising his hand over an invisible thread. "I'll take that chance."
And in that split second his fingers balled, simultaneously granting his servants permission to plunge the body of his enemy.
Apricot tendrils dangled limply, framing the wild fury statically pinned within the demon king's satin blue eyes as he stared at the frozen emerald gems vowing his eternal grave to be where he stood . . . and still as the needled pines plunged his body, a thinned smile painted his lips bloodedly.
Revenge would be his . . .

Hiei hadn't seen a thing from that point on because his mind was tediously lost in a seamless turmoil. None of the events from the creature's murder to the entire escape mattered at this point. He was angry; incredibly gone in the journeys of soiled blazes tangling in his mentality.
His superiors had arrived just as Kuwabara's weightless body slug against the ground with a solid thud, a useless pile of artless muscles.
Once Kuronue caught sight of what was his, he needn't stop to see nothing more until he could feel for himself that Hiei was alright. His hands skated over the prone body, silently whispering his apologies for not being there sooner, and promising future security. The Youko unraveled the tightened bonds around his wrist and joined in pressing his claws over every spectrum of Hiei's body to find wounds unseen by the naked eye.
But it all was a moment of moving time Hiei didn't remember.
Even when he'd come back in the arms of Kuronue and been checked on by the Youko's quickened arrival, none of it was registered past a basic nod or one worded response. His reluctant tone had been taken as if the exclusive exposure to Kuwabara's energy head on and the strain of his own attack were too much of a shock to comprehend anything.
But no. It was something more than that. They had not been there to see the horrid deed done against his pride.
A crime had been committed. Something of high noted value had been stolen from him, much worse than any other. And he planned to get it out in the open as soon as they arrived home.

TBC: Sorry I honestly didn't have that much planned for this chapter. But drama unfolds in the next chapter and I know there are questions but they'll be answered next time.^_^.
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