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Hello all! So I have
good news, bad news and just news! First the news, the end is in sight!! If I
had the time to write it all out at once it would be three chapters, that
brings on both the good and bad of the news, because Im
graduating this semester (good news) I don�t have much time to write my fic (bad news).� Soooo these last three chapters are going to come in
�quickie chapters� that means they will be up quicker yet be shorter.� Sorry, to those of you who hate cliffhangers it�s
either this or wait forever and get a huge long chapter! So keep up the reviews
and I will be persuaded to pull allnighters for all
of my fic�s fans!!�
Enough rambling! On with the fic!
Warnings: Fluff and
Torture! What a combo. . .

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�� Perched
atop a large tree branch, Kurama watched the daily
hustle and bustle of Gandara�s daily life.� It had been just about a week since Kidori had been reveled to be human and Kurama
had done something that he had never done before.� He ran.�
He and his mate had stayed up long into that devastating night
discussing their options where both Yomi and Kidori were concerned.�
It had been Hiei who came up with the idea of
splitting up.
�� Kurama would take Jiyu and Arianbi to hide out in the Makai
for a short while to watch and investigate Yomi.� Hiei would stay
behind with Shura and Kidori.� Kurama had felt horrible
leaving half his family behind, especially since in the very near future Kidori would have to part ways with her family.� As it always did, Kurama�s
chest tightened sharply; the fox took a couple deep breaths and pushed the
upsetting thoughts from his mind.� Dusk
was settling over the sky and soon Kurama would have
to return to his kits who were still hidden in their
den.
�� Three days
ago Yomi�s advisors had arrived at Gandara.� As usual,
they disappeared inside the main skyscraper and had yet to reemerge.� Hopefully this meant Yomi
would be distracted from watching everyone at the temple and that he had yet to
notice that Kurama had left. That was wishful
thinking. Most likely, this meeting was because of the fox�s disappearance.
�� A disgusted
snort announced the end of the daylight stakeout.� Scooting down the tree with quick, sure
movements the fox trotted off into the woods.�
Taking the long way home, Kurama cautiously
approached the entrance to his newest den.�
He had used some of his nastiest plants to guard his precious
children.� It took a few moments for the
vicious plants to accept that the fox was actually demanding entrance and not a
random demonic rabbit that had the mishap of straying too close to the plants
teeth. �Once through his grouchy gate, Kurama sniffed about for the hiding place he made for his
dinner.� Since he was so close to Gandara�s borders Kurama hadn�t
made a simple fire since he arrived. �Chuckling to himself as he dug up his dead
rabbit, Kurama imagined Yusuke�s reaction to the
fox�s all raw meat diet.
�� All of
these hiding places and plants were actually half a mile away from his actual
den.� That would give his alert system
enough time to react to the demon intruder while keeping the kits away from the
line of fire.� Breaking into his mile
eating trot, with his kill dangling from his jaws, Kurama
couldn�t help but reflect that how, not so long ago, he would have also been
repulsed by living like a simple beast.�
All of that melted away when he arrived at the mound of rocks that
marked the entrance to his den.� His keen
eyes spotted the slightest movement of a dark little head and inquisitive nose
investigating the smell of Kurama�s kill.
�� *Inari bless that
brave, little kit.* Kurama thought to himself.� Dropping the half eaten carcass to the
ground, the fox called his kits with a gentle �woof�.� Instantly eight chubby paws
scrambled to rush out of the den slipping clumsily on the loose soil in their
haste.� It had been a bit of a
rough transition for the pair as they went from constant attention and all
their family to being alone for most of the day in an underground den.� By the time their father returned home from
the stake out the kits would be not only famished, they would be beside
themselves with pent up energy.� One good
thing about their location is that the kits had a mile of land to go exploring
on.
�
After an enthusiastic, wiggling hello to their father, Arianbi pressed her nose to the ground and was off.� She had no problem stray away from her father
and brother while Jiyu, the less assured of the two,
would check every so often to make sure that his Papa was close by.� Today seemed to be a good day for the kits as
Arianbi�s nose led her straight to a wounded
rodent.� Thinking it was a toy, like most
of the small carcasses he father brought her to maul, the dark kit bumbled
forward delightfully already; growling at it.�
When the ground squirrel, which had been lying in an exhausted, panting
heap on the ground, spied the advancing kits it shoved itself up on its
remaining good legs and made an angry chattering noise.� Thrown off by the defensive prey, Ari cocked her head to the side and studied the odd
creature.� By this time Jiyu was at his sister�s side sniffing at the blood on the
ground.� Kurama
made sure that it was only wounded and not diseased in any way before letting
his kits have at it.� The squirrel was on
its last legs anyway and this would give his children valuable experience.� Arianbi, hunched
low to the ground, watching her prey with a morbid intentness.� Clumsy as she was, her attack was obvious to
the cornered rodent.� When the kit lunged
to grab it by the side, the squirrel twisted and sunk its sharp, bucked teeth
into Ari�s nose.
�� Arianbi yelped and shook her head violently.� The squirrel must have been more tenacious
then even Kurama would have guessed, for he clung to
her blunt muzzle with his teeth and claws.�
When he was finally dislodged the squirrel was confronted by a snarling Jiyu.� The silver kit
had lunged forward moment his sister had cried out grabbing the squirrel by its
hind end and shacking it violently.� Ari quickly recovered from her shock when she saw her
little brother picking up the fight.� She
pounced like a kitten, a ungainly arch in midair,
landing on the squirrel�s neck and successfully snapping its spine.� The duel attack continued for a bit longer
until both kits realized that their adversary was no longer moving.
�� The fox�s
chest puffed with pride as he watched his children discover their killing
instincts.� Exhilarated by his first
kill, Jiyu bounced about like a frog, growling and
snarling at the dead critter then running a joyful circle around it.� Ari enjoyed her
kill for a few moments before her tail tucked against her rump and she rushed
to the comforting warmth of her Papa.� He
churred soothingly as his oldest daughter whimpered
and cried.� Licking the kit�s muzzle
tenderly, Kurama realized that the late squirrel had
really done a number on her.� He slowly
fed ki into the scratches and bite wounds to help
them heal.� He knew the trauma was over
when Ari shook herself, righting her fluffy coat and
bumbling back to her kill.
�� She snarled
at Jiyu, who was pouncing and biting on the kill his sister
considered being hers.� Raising his
hackles, Jiyu returned the snarl, flattening his
large ears to his rounded skull.� Ari pounced, tumbling her younger brother to the
ground.� As they fought, snapping at ears
and feet, Kurama stalked past them to the dead
critter.� Placing a paw on its head, he
hooked a fang in its throat and with one quick jerk he sliced the dead squirrel
wide open.
�� Arianbi caught a whiff of it first and paused
her fight.� Although both kits were far
too young to properly digest meat, they still enjoyed the taste.� Ari approached
cautiously, staring at the bazaar sight of innards spilling out of her
toy.� Both kits stood on either side of
their father unsure of how to react.�
When nudged gently by their father�s nose, Arianbi
bumbled cautiously up to the corpse.� She
sniffed, sticking her blunt nose into the ribcage and inhaling deeply.� Of course that meant she would inhale blood,
jerking back she sneezed violently again and again.� Once that was out of her system, she licked
her chops tasting the warm blood.�
Delighted at the new development, she dove back into her kill, chewing
and suckling at the new tastes.� Not
quite as sure as his sister, Jiyu hung back by his
Papa�s side.� After a
few encouraging nudges and churrs from Kurama Jiyu
hesitantly approached to nibble at the offered treat.�
�� As much as Kurama enjoyed watching his kits discover this new
experience, he couldn�t help but feel depressed that Hiei
couldn�t be here to witness it.� He
sighed as he watched two chubby rearends wave in the
air portraying their excitement with wiggling tails.� Hopefully, he would be able to figure out a
solution to this mess before Yomi had a chance to
regroup or find Kurama and the kits hidden directly
under his nose.� Not to mention that he had
left Shura, who was still sick, and Kidori, who was revealed to be human, in Hiei�s care.� Kidori was a daddy�s girl which made the up coming decision
of her future even rougher for her doting fathers.
�� The
excitement of their first kill was slowly dying as the kits, having chewed and
suckled at the innards, grew from hungry to famished.� First Jiyu then Arianbi bumbled over to demand their dinner.� Kurama complied,
leading his kits back to the den.� Once back in the cool
ground of the den Kurama sprawled his lithe body into
a gentle curl to let his kits cuddle up and nurse.� A soft growl rumbled from his chest when both
kits, still running off their blood high, attacked his teats.� Jiyu listened
instantly, backing off to suckle normally.�
Arianbi on the other hand, needed a sharp nip
on her rump as a reminder that her father was not a chew toy.� Once they finished, both kits curled against Kurama�s warm belly content to sleep for the rest of the
night.� Kurama
couldn�t help but chuckle when his children grumbled when he started cleaning
the blood from their fluffy fur with his soft tongue.
�� Once both
kits were cleaned of the blood and entrails from their kill Kurama
curled into a ball and covered all three of them with his many tails.� After taking a quick cat nap, the fox made
sure his kits were fast asleep before he left to start his steak out again.
�� The moon
was high in the sky by the time Kurama made it to his
chosen steak out spot.� He alternated
spots daily so his ki didn�t have a chance to register
in the same spot.� His skills in hiding
were, of course, superb; it�s how he made his former demonic life, yet Yomi had a ton of physics, spies and who knows what else working
for him so it would be wise to remain cautious.�
Plus that would give him a better chance to witness something he would
have missed in a different spot.
�� Night time
was never boring in the Makai and Gandara
was no exception.� The city was busting
with activity.� With Yomi�s
guards and army at hand things never got out of control.� For the past week he had memorized the faces
to try and catch something new or an advantage to present itself.
�� Out of the
corner of his eye Kurama spotted a new, yet familiar
face; long, slender tail held in a curl behind her back, large round ears
perched at the top of her head and a chocker with a kitten bell that chimed
softly constantly with her every movement.�
It took a moment for Kurama to remember the
specifics.� Ah, yes, Sasuga
from the tournament.� She had been one of
the youngest demons to actually pass the preliminaries.�� Rinku had taken an
instant liking to the mouse and had fallen into what was most likely his first
case of puppy love.� Sasuga
gave a sudden skip to accelerate her gait into a gentle, excited jog.� Her light traveling cloak flowed out behind
her slender form as she weaved quickly through the crowd.
�� For a
moment, Kurama�s view was obstructed by a large,
bulky demon.� When the lummox shuffled
out of the way the fox had to do a double take.�
Sasuga had glomped
onto a young gangly demon from behind, throwing him off balance.� It had been just over three years since Kurama had last seen Rinku and
damn had that boy grown!� At the present
he was probably just as tall, if not taller, than Hiei.� Five soft, fluffy tails flicked in amusement
as Kurama watched Sasuga
tear off Rinku�s cap and start kissing each star
tattoo on the crest of his cheek with quick pecks.� The yo-yo master blushed so red that the
stars actually disappeared.� Taking her
date by the hand, Sasuga weaved her way through the
thick crowds with a starry eyed Rinku following in
her wake.
�� Kurama had a thought as he watched the pair make their way
through the crowd of demons toward the city entrance.� Leaping down from the branches he was perched
on, Kurama darted through the thick brush.� ��The
last thing he wanted to do was get Rinku, or anyone
else for that matter, caught up on Yomi�s bad side,
but Rinku could have some information that could
prove useful.� Now closer to their ground
level, Kurama peaked back through the leaves.� He was just in time to see Sasuga dart around a tall figure, Rinku,
however, wasn�t as graceful when he was all starry eyed and or had his eyes
focused on the pert rear being flaunted in front of him.� He dodged two seconds too late and ended up bumping right into the cloaked demon.
�� Sorry.�� Rinku yelled over
his shoulder, the encounter not slowing the pair in the least.
�� Insolent child!�
�� Kurama froze.� That
voice!� The fox crouched low against the
warm ground staring intently at the demon in front of him.� Black painted lips in a pursed scowl were the
only thing that showed from under the hood of his forest green traveling cloak.
�� What luck!
A smug look took over the vulipn face.� Khoffie, one of Yomi�s advisors, wastraveling
alone, tonight, no guards, no companions . . . no
help.
�� Khoffie was on the move again.� Silently Kurama
followed, every sense focused on following his prey without making a
sound.� They traveled for an hour this
way, the advisor never changing directions or speed.� Due north in a leisurely
stride. Kurama darted ahead, he knew this land
intimately and the perfect spot for an ambush was coming up.� Running full tilt to make the best time
possible, it would take a minute or two to set up the proper traps for this
witty opponent.� Khoffie
was sharp as a tack and picked up easily on the slightest out of place detail.
�� Natural
nettle bushes grew along the cleared grassy path.� In the Makai they
grew ten times nastier then their Ningenkai cousins
with prickles that would produce painfully itchy welts that would last for
weeks.� Feeding them his energy, the
bushes grew to thrice their original size, leaving only a single path between
two large, soon to be vine covered, trees.
�� Now
focusing on the vines, Kurama instructed them to link
from tree to tree giving it a parasitic look; they would eventually over take
and kill the trees.� Between those trees
their roots had grown intertwined naturally.�
This was a perfect spot to plant the actual trap.� Between the two thickets of the protruding
roots Kurama pushed a well chosen seed into the
ground and fed his ki into it.� Although he couldn�t actually see his pet, he
could sense it growing and taste the flower�s anticipation and excitement.� The soil between the roots grew parched as the
water was absorbed by the plant; now soft and sandy, and ready for the petals
to strike.� This was his �bear-trap�
blossom.� It had only two petals yet it
had millions of teeth lining them.� When
the bloom felt any disturbance it would snap closed faster than its prey could
blink.� The strength the plant contained was
truly amazing, if the prey was larger than the blossom it would hang on and
digest the part it had in its grip while its prey, if sentient, would fight and
try to kill its captor before finally severing its own limb.� A non sentient beast would likely struggle
until exhaustion or blood loss ended its life.
�� Are you
ready, precious?�� Kurama
murmured softly.� The ground in front of
him quivered with pleasure.� �Good boy.�
�� Shifting
back to his beast self, Kurama dashed silently back
to find Khoffie and make sure that he hadn�t veered
from the path.� At the pace the
cross-dressing demon kept he would intersect the trap in only a matter of
minutes.� The fox watched with bated
breath as he watched Khoffie give an inquisitive look
at the large Makai nettles.� Continuing to hold his bated breath, Kurama�s body was strung wire tight as Khoffie
cautiously approached the trap.� When the
plant finally sprung, clamping itself on the unknowing demon�s leg, the snap
made even Kurama jump out of his skin.� Instantly, the fox instructed the vines to
imprison Khoffie and hold him steady.� Green vines, strong as steel, wrapped around
his wrists, waist and free ankle tethering the cross-dressing demon to the two
strong tree trunks.
�� Struggling
forcefully, Khoffie cursed.� Energy flared violently causing some of the
vines to disintegrate.� Instantly twice as many vines regained control.� This process continued for almost for almost
an hour.� Amused, Kurama
perched on a bolder to watch the show.�
When Khoffie�s struggles started slowing Kurama yawned and stretched languorously successfully
bringing the captured demon�s attention solely on him.
�� :Are you through?:� Khoffie snarled mutely at the fox.� It was obvious that he was doing some quick
thinking.� Kurama
yawed again and curled into a ball on the rock, laying his muzzle on his fluffy
tails.� :Take
your time.� I�m sure something will be
coming along shortly.� It might be fun to
watch you get chewed upon.:
�� I know
what you want, Youko.�
I�m not going to give you any information.�
�� Amused even
more, the fox slid gracefully off the perch.�
He padded softly over to his bear-trap blossom and licked at the trickle
of blood flowing down the brownish green petal.�
Quivering in pleasure, the plant sank its fangs even deeper into Khoffie�s flesh.
�� :That�s fine, Khoffie.:� Kurama churred deeply, almost a purr.� :We can do this the
easy way; you tell me what I want to know and I kill you quickly and painlessly.:
�� The fox
paused and climbed up the vines that held his captive.� He rested his head on Khoffie�s
clenched fist.� :Or
we could do this the long way.� That�s
where I torture you, slowly, until you give me the information I seek
in-between begging for your death and sobbing your pretty little heart out.:
�� To
emphasize his point, Kurama twisted his head to the
side and grasped a finger in his mouth, before Khoffie
had a chance to tense back up.� Slowly,
without breaking the skin, he snapped each of the knuckles starting at the tip
and working his way down.� The bound
demon grimaced and trembled slightly.
�� I will not
betray my lord Yomi.�
Do your worst, Youko.� You will not break me.�
�� :We will see. . .:

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�� Dawn
touched the sky long before Khoffie moaned his
defeat.� Kurama
would never admit it, but he was impressed by his captive�s resilience.� Half the torture interrogations he had held
wouldn�t have lasted even in half the time this one did.� Not that the painful encouragement would stop
there, mind you.� The captives simply
started talking sooner.
�� Circling
around his half mangled captive, Kurama assessed his
handy work.� He had started with the
hands, slowly snapping each joint after it was skewered under the nail with
splintered bamboo.� Afterward he moved to
the leg not currently being digested by the carnivorous plant.� One swift kick had successfully shattered the
left knee cap.� While one foot was being
digested, Kurama slowed crushed the other by having a
constrictive vine slowly constrict tighter and tighter around two large, flat
rocks placed on either side of the free foot.
�� Even after
all of that, Khoffie still held fast to keeping Yomi�s secrets prompting the fox to focus his torture
elsewhere.� Slitting open the sides of
his cheeks from the corner of his mouth to the back of his jaw gave Kurama access to yank out any and all of the teeth he felt Khoffie could do without.�
After a broken nose Kurama could tell his
captive was close to breaking.� Now for
the final touch, gathering some of the prickly nettles leaves, he pressed them
under one eyelid.� The sap caused welts both
on and under the eye, also where it oozed down his cheek.� The other eye was skewered with the ever
versatile bamboo rods before it was gouged from its socket.
�� No
more.�� Khoffie
moaned, his endurance finally gave out.� �Please no more!�
�� Tell me
how Yomi is spying on me!�� Kurama snarled.
�� I will
tell you,� He coughed, sending a bloody mist into the air, �If you swear to
kill me.�
�� Kurama couldn�t help but snort affectionately to
himself.� After all that torture and
pain, Khoffie was till ballsy enough to make
demands.� Even as he hung, torn and
broken in the vine binds.
�� I am a
merciful God.�
�� Kurama drew a breath, his heart thudding violently in his
chest.� The anticipation was almost too
much to bear.
�� He has a
spy at the temple.� Shura, his clone, his son.�
�� Kurama saw red.�
Faster then registered in his own brain, he flew
to the bound demon, yanking his head by his sweat drenched locks the fox raged.
�� You�re Lying!�
�� NO!�� Khoffie half
moaned, half cried.� He was desperate for
his torment to end.� �He doesn�t know!�
�� Explain.�� Kurama growled.
�� Yomi-sama has a link into his son�s brain.� Yomi-sama kept it
from his clone so that he could shape it however he wanted.� He reads Shura�s
mind while he sleeps.� It�s why Yomi-sama let his son live, so he could use him against
you.� He knew you would take the clone
in.�
�� Kurama was thunderstruck.�
That explained the ki flooding Shura�s eyes.� How Yomi knew the kits� names and when Kurama
turned back to male.
�� When was
the last time Yomi read my son�s mind?� How often does he do it?�
�� Once a week.� Until Shura got sick, Yomi couldn�t
tell what was real and what was a hallucination.�
�� What are Yomi�s plans?�
�� He will
wait until you return to the Makai and plan his moves
then.� While you are at the temple he
will continue to send you dead bodies.�
�� Kurama�s mind was racing.�
This meant that Yomi could know that he had
left and about Kidori being human.
�� Thank you
for answering truthfully.�� Kurama patted his captive�s head like a dog.
�� Don�t
patronize me, you bastard.� Just kill
me.�
�� Pulling a
rose from his hair, Kurama had the bound demon
decapitated before he took his last breath.�
A heartbeat later Kurama was streaking back to
his den, a horrifying thought stuck in his mind.� If Hiei had told Shura that Kurama was in fact
watching Yomi then all the while Yomi
could have been watching him.� While Kurama was confident that his plants would warn him of any intruders, that didn�t mean Yomi
hadn�t figured out where he was or that he had been torturing information out
of one of his most trusted advisors.� All
of his efforts to keep his children safe could have just gone up in smoke.
�� With his
heart in his throat, Kurama ran full tilt for his den
preying that his kits were still safe.

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