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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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Unsettling

The day's cause of reckoning had passed. It'd began soothingly crisp of cleansed air, perfectly suited for breathing in and out its refreshing polar. The allotted time span it took for the fleeting band of marauders to return had spared them no grief of the weather's sudden switch in attitude. The pinkened clouds have darkened a smoky effect across the bleeding scarlet horizon, heavily becoming pregnant with crystallized mist. The resulting birth of the less than pleasing storm slowly began to release its first sighs of trickling rain until its wicked cries created the slashing walls of condensation upon their sprinting forms.
The cottony or silken armory that was once their clothing became a transparent screen of plastered cloth, useless of its original employment. Lengths of extended hairs that previously harbored the desire to fly as fluidly as their masters could no longer hold the strength to flutter about because of the soaking iron clotted the roots. Confusion littered the bypassing lands, unsure if to support the deceitful rain that was thick and deadly cold as snow but light as its watery existence.
Branches became slickened with slippery residue as deer skinned moccasins pressed firmly into the limp, quickly bolting to the next before it betrayed their weight.
The travel splurged by an unseen vision, everything blended into a solid collection of nothingness. Thoughts of cover were all that existed for most but for others, that wasn't so true. There were those who were concerned, those intrigued but only one who wanted to restore his pride's deprival of being strong to care for his own skin.
Hiei's eerie silence throughout the travels back was nothing past disturbing. His rapid speed fed into disbelieving factors that he simply wanted to be sealed from the rain. However interpreting the reason for whatever else was ailing him, was difficult to attempt. It was a matter best situated when arriving to their destination.
Leaders of separate clans were all given different routes home, concealed in their uniqueness to throw off possible followers. All paths lead to dead ends; humorously withered dead ends for those of ill-prepared to manipulate the terrain's capabilities. Yoko took to the press of the soggy grounds, guiding his bundle of thieves through zig zagged paths while Yomi compensated the same amount of time by taking his lead through the drenched canopies. As for the camouflaged tricksters of the skies, their head man, Kuronue keeps them sightless from those below, keeping their presence hidden in the fogged saturation.
Shuichi kept to the grounds keeping a cautioned distance from the fellow following close behind. He knew better than to question the cause of Hiei's angry. The events were already insulting enough as it was; to question the obvious reason for it would only provoke a blasphemic indignity. Regardless of any excuse he had to cover for what was committed the crime had been done and he would likely face the challenge soon.
His rage would evenly match the one who would think to combat him on something this trivial. And he'd gladly meet it head on. It seemed the time he's spent with Hiei have slowly killed of the skill of disguising his expressions as he'd been taught because the last person he wanted to be aware of the issue drew back to become aligned with his pace, a questioning facial sketched on his watery face.
"I'm fine Yoko," Shuichi confirmed stiffly. "Stop worrying."
The fox knew otherwise. Deciphering his beloved's body language has become far less effortful. "I'll find out eventually Shuichi. You'd best tell me now."
"If there's something you need to know I'll tell you." This included his greenish glare being directed boldly toward the diming honey coated eyes that became hazed with vexing copper steel. After a moment's glimpse of demanding clashes, confined between them, it was disrupted when trembling whimpers babbled weakly.
"Mmm . . . Mmm," The scent tension wasn't missed by the little kit, clinging helplessly to his elder's cloak as the cascading cape of hair flatted limply cold against his chilling back.
The older pair came to a hastened halt under the folds of a devil's fir. Yoko motioned for the crew to carry on but never taking his gaze from the slanted sage frosted over, dangerously.
Kisa timidly crawled through the mass of tangling silver until his cheek was pressed in the junction of Yoko's neck and he nuzzled against the cozy pulse, shivering. "Eeep."
Reaching behind his back, Yoko fanned several clawed nails over the pup's ears to calm his anxiety and exhaled softly through his nose, "Why are you keeping something from me?"
"Because it's no business of yours," Shuichi countered quickly. "If I need your counseling I'll approach you on the matter. Until then I believe I'm more than capable of handling it on my own."
Yoko's eyes dilated as he inhaled the disconcerting stench of blistering emotion, seething through the mortal's pores. There was something mingled within the disorientating aura; something out of place or rather wedged in, troubling and tinged of worry. This upset him.
It was to be expected. That's why when the coil of slender fingers wrapped around his neck; Shuichi hadn't reacted then or when his entire body was roughly yanked forward. Eyes frozen free of any emotional distressed, the human stayed perfectly still even as a warmly wet nose pressed against his neck and sucked in deeply, and felt the harsh blow of hot air scorching his flesh.
Kisa panicked horrified and began squeal his pleads for his Youko elder to release his guardian. "Eeep, eeep, eeep!" His head butts and tender nuzzles went unnoticed and through teary eyes he buckled back when a low growl warningly caused him to go silent.
"I'm alright Love," Shuichi whispered over the shoulder. "Stand down. I'll be fine."
"Eeep." Kisa nodded nervously, retreating underneath the silver cover, peeking his gold eyes out just to be sure.
Yoko couldn't figure out the smell. It was . . . different. Discovering the origins weren't easy and so he sniffed again, rolling the boiled odor on his tongue to attempt ringing out the hidden truth but it couldn't find it. Inwardly frustrated, he pulled back his face, their faces only inches spaced and eyes exploding with demonic density. The bronze darkened to an impossibly coursed flaming tan.
He was angry. But Shuichi maintained his cooled demeanor, unfazed by the prospect of having his throat slashed.
But when just as Hiei shot past overhead—Shuichi's eyes widened the tiniest fraction and Yoko caught it.
The fox demon's devilish thin nozzle stretched the muscles along his jawline as a vulpine grin concluded his discovery. "Whatever the business may be, it seems to involve Hiei does it not?"
Shuichi conceded no affirmative response, nor denied the accusation. His eyes were his verbal responders, altering a deterred ways off to stare at something other than the deviously gaze devouring his falsehood.
"Your interests in him has weaned into something of higher quality, it seems." Yoko gradually acknowledged due to still receiving no honest word from his captive.
Shuichi looked at him then, eyes a dimmer shade of lucid emerald as a calmer relaxation settled throughout his steely frame. "It's not toward what you're thinking," he softly whispered. "I still care for you as I have from the beginning. That has not changed."
"But your feelings for him have." Yoko opposed, as his eyes lingered a moment longer on the guilt riddled face of his cohort. "What should I expect from this Shuichi? A possible correlation between you two?"
"No," Shuichi sharply injected. "I wouldn't dare. It's merely a temporary fancy. Nothing more and it shall be gone come morning's light. Besides," His expression softened as he soothingly smiled for his charming fox. "I have you. I needn't a second to occupy my heart."
The hand circulated around his neck loosened and the attached thumb eased up to slide over the porcelain warmth that was Shuichi's chin. Yoko chuckled humorlessly as his hand fell lifelessly by his side, "You say that now Little One; but I expect it a lie in due time."
"I speak only the truth Yoko."
"For the time being, but it will become a tarnished vow." Yoko gingerly lifted his claws to comb aside tendrils of wiggled scarlet curtaining Shuichi's brow and pressed his lips there, leaving a gentle caress. "When that day comes, be ready."
And with Kisa in tow, Yoko returned to his position in the trees and hurried off to reclaim his ownership of his party, leaving his human lover there to think over what was transpired. Shuichi shook his head dissolving the moronic prediction and joined the fleeing band, mind cleared to its previous conquest.
Something he'd have to deal with upon returning to the sanctuary.

Yomi felt like the world was against him now. That could only be the logical excuse as to why he was repeatedly stuck doing the same shameless duties no grown A ranker should be doing. Here he stood, feared by many and known by more, caring for the spoiled needs of a needy child who refused to hold his ground while being groomed.
Yomi sighed wearily for the tenth time in an hour as he clamped his fingers tight around the squishy cheeks, puckering up Kisa's chubby face as he lightly teased through the satin baby hair. "Hold still you brat."
"Eeep!" Kisa squealed angrily as he struggled with the abusing attention on his hair.
"Shut up, you wanna have tangled hair?"
"Eeep."
Yomi paused the business of raking his claws through the short bob of dusty gray hair to twist Kisa's chin up for a better angle. Kisa was too keyed from having to stay put to endure a moment longer of this torture. And it became evident when his balled up fists began to smack against the large hand holding his jaw hostage.
Kisa bleated his demands to be set free and as they went ignored he became enraged. The baby punches escalated to a childish meltdown when Yomi uncaringly turned the kit's head left to detangle a thick knot behind his ear. The fists quickened in pace, but failed miserably when it came to causing any sort of infliction.
The pain was nonexistent. Yomi didn't notice it and simply continued on. His own hair needed some much desired treatment but he'd for some reason or another taken it upon himself to nurse the child back from his hideous state of dress by bathing, feeding, dressing him in a red styled kimono with cream colored hakama and grooming him properly for the day's value ring.
"E-e-e-eeep!" Kisa's bottom lip quivered horribly closing his eyes to erase the obvious distress he was in.
Yomi rolled his eyes, "Hush kid. I have a couple of more." This time taking extra care to be gentler the older demon, sorted out the dead hairs and messy gray hair until he resembled a close reminder of someone he knew. He tilted his head to the side and lifted Kisa's chin until his jugular was exposed, pushing his pointed nose there to smell.
It was just as he'd expected before but chose to push it to the side. "I figured as much," he grunted indifferently. No wonder the pup's scent and attitude was shockingly similar to another he was acquainted with.
This was Yoko's offspring. He doubted many of them knew of it and if they did they more than likely didn't care.
"'Kay boy, you're done." Thank God. If he had to listen to more of this wailing he was sure to kill him. After making sure he was presentable enough for the rest of the crew to see, Yomi went down to the underground meet where the majority of the bandits had gone after a well-earned nap or warm bathing. But it was past the main Meet Up and deeper within that he ventured onward. Deep within the confining catacombs, the band had taken refuge there to begin calculating the pawned value of every stolen particle. Pairings and groups varied from one side of the wall to the other, all pridefully showcasing their precious bounty through boastful bragging or tall tales of exaggerated participation.
Yoko was seated at the head as he normally sat, sectioning each precious stone according to its value. Both chairs adjacent him were for his right and left handers; Yomi and Kuronue.
Yomi took the right and plopped his sack of goods with the child on the table. "Stay," was his one worded order.
Kisa ignored him and fastly crawled over to his parent, plopping his chucky bottom in front of Yoko suddenly becoming extremely curious at the shiny sparkles positioned near his toes.
"Oop . . . Eeep . . ."
"Don't even think about it kid," The goat demon warned, pulling out his treasure. "You touch the goods, your ass gets spanked raw."
Blissfully captivated by the endless valley of glorified stars, Kisa continued to remain oblivious to the goat demon's words and tilted his head, "Eeep."
"Squeak my ass." Yomi grumbled, polishing off the same jewels Kisa had been eyeing since waking this morning. "Stupid kid." Yomi side glanced the quiet ruler and asked casual. "You saw Kuronue?"
"He's aiding Hiei." Yoko answered simply. "He suffered a few broken rips after his run about with Kuwabara."
"Damn and he's still alive? Tch, go figure considering that chili pepper."
Yoko stopped a moment as a thought quickly streamed his mind frame, and then went back to organizing his items. ". . . indeed."
Along the stretch of the mahogany bureau was the bewitching spread of diamonds, rubies, sapphires, dragonite, jewelry powder and endless waves of scattered gold. A rainbow dream filled bewilderment for a young child who used to only see them from a far. But now to see the enchanting crystals so near—he reached his hand out to touch one.
The lightning strike of pain radiated up his arm when a stinging smack landed on his hand. Kisa retracted his reddened palm looking at the accuser with tearful eyes. "Eeep . . ." he hiccupped pitifully cupping the blushing swell to his chest.
"You know better," Yoko scolded, polishing off the filmy dust and whitish dents on some of the tarnish stones to restore their original shine.
Kisa shyly nodded, but the tears came and he wept silently nursing his hurting palm.
Then a loud clunk popped without warning near his feet where a rounded sphere prickled around the circle core. Within the cerulean gem were three lonely pearls, each its own dye of burning fuchsia, chilling platinum and slumbering onyx.
"Oop," Kisa's cheeks bubbled as he quickly snatched up the hand sized beauty, eyes wide with raptured awe. He peered up at Yoko, "Ba, Ba."
There was no verbal answer. Not that Kisa cared. His infant mind was too busy examining the gifted rock reflecting glorious rays of speckled spotlights on the cloth of his pants. Fluorescent givens offered from the surrounding lambert greenery. That particular spectacle surprised the tike's mouth into the perfect O. No matter where he shifted the jewel the colorful spectrum played wildly from his knee to his baby shoes.
"Ohhh . . ." He awed intrigued. Perplexed he slapped his leg where the lighting flickered but nothing happened. Kisa frowned and repeated the gesture again only to come up disappointed. His paws couldn't capture the jazzy brilliance. Secondly his lip poked out in a pout but then somewhere in his mind, he gained the idea that perhaps he could gain its beauty another way.
He discreetly looked at the Youko then the Goat. Eyes stayed trained on them both periodically as the round sapphire eased its way inside his sleeve. Throughout it all, he steadily kept his look of innocence intact and went back to casually flapping his tail against the table top.
"Well done my Love. You're getting better."
Little Fool squeaked as he flopped backwards, instincts leading his hands to cup his chest, feeling his heart beating a mile per hour.
Shuichi came around to scoop the petrified child in his arm, newly attired in a simple white buttoned vest and black hakama. The rain's damaged resulted in his treads being tied high above his head similar to Yoko's which was also neatly brushed back to dry.
"Will you be needing my services any time soon Yoko?" Shuichi inquired, tickling underneath Kisa's chin.
"No, I'll summon you when I need you again," The Youko murmured offhandedly, using one hand to part his spread of bounty.
"Very well," Putting the child back in place, Shuichi bowed respectfully to the higher rankers and turned on his heel to leave.
The young human had walked only five steps before hearing a soft "Be careful Shuichi," radiate from the otherwise of the room.
He paused at the tunnel's entrance, gracing his beloved with a promising smile. "I will." And left.
After seeing the entire scene, Yomi abruptly stood and immediately left, taking another path out of the underground. He couldn't stomach seeing the relationship between them. And he had business to attend to elsewhere . . .

"Ahh . . . Ahh. . ."
"Shh, easy Pige. I got 'cha."
The agonizing clicks of his bones regenerating to their previous structure couldn't compare to the devastation of how he felt now. Hiei's fingers contracted against the silken texture as piercing ribbons snaked untamed through his veins. Every pulsing youki dislodged from the being sacrificing his energy, manifested an increasing surge of electrical wires.
Hiei's breathe molded to the back of his throat for every wave of youki sent through his chest where a large hand laid spread. His back was puzzled against Kuronue's creamy warm stomach, between his elongated legs.
"Dammit," Came the Koorime's discombobulated hiss. A spark sizzled violently from another dispatched bringing with it an impossibly unbearable malady. His breathing labored, lips gapped for sucking air in desperately.
Kuronue rubbed his palm over the bruised area, whispering his words of healing into Hiei's ear. "You'll be fine Love. Take it easy." The Chimera felt the inner building and rekindling nicks and budging pressures popping beneath his digits.
Another snap stole Hiei's breathing away. The sheer force slammed his frame against his muscled support. Sweat pearled where the rain dampened his sullen hair and his eyes half lidded against the dying ache.
"H-hurry up," Hiei snippily ordered, impatiently.
Kuronue kept an arm laced around Hiei's waist and kept the other painted flat to his pectoral, while cascading his flood of unkempt black hair around Hiei's face. "Impatient much?" He teased.
"Shut up," Hiei wiggled comfortably, turning his head from the smiling face above. "Damned fool."
"I love when you get feisty Hiei," Kuronue maneuvered several suggestively soft thrusts of his groin, against Hiei's back and when he whispered some heated words in his ear, Hiei elbowed a hastened jab against the pale torso.
"Lech," He accused, thickly pissed. "Keep that under control. I'm injured in case you've forgotten."
It didn't hurt, but Kuronue still massaged over the appointed attack placement, "Believe me I haven't forgotten," he chuckled. "Come on, I'm nearly done."
"Then don't procrastinate any longer. Get on with it."
"Yes sir." Mused Kuronue and he went back to work, dealing with a much better time of healing the quieted fire demon.
Alone with Hiei this way, willingly allowing himself to be cared for so tenderly, blossomed something deep inside Kuronue's chest. It felt oddly hot in temperature and consoling. Like a fitted glove having securely being pulled over a frozen hand, he was warmed all over. It left an unidentifiable sensation through every fiber of his body. There was an integration of feeling rattling about—he would blame that as to why he declared the sudden need to embrace Hiei's body so close to his. As if to keep him near, he needed to keep their bodies pressed close.
This strange feeling felt wondrously grand. Just as those times he discovered the newest find of a life time, it nourished the same feeling.
His cheek lazily weighed down on top of Hiei's head and the deep inhale and exhale of his sigh, elevated Hiei bodily until coming back to a relaxing posture.
Hiei shifted to gaze up the best he could, perplexed at the freakish behavior, "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing," Kuronue murmured slumberously. "I just felt like holdin' you is all. Is that all right?"
Hiei opened his mouth to say something to that then chose otherwise and fitted himself back in place. "Hn, s' fine—" Hiei sat up, nose suddenly ablaze with the odorous stench of his prey approaching.
A growl erupted in the pits of his stomach and before Kuronue knew it, Hiei flitted from his restraint and out the cavern . . . and when Kuronue looked to the side, he noticed Hiei's broken blade gone too.

Pure impulse was what possessed Shuichi to act the minute the blade came within a breath's distance from his esophagus. Electrifying streaks shattered off the connecting clash of blade and ironed pins as in that moment, heated crimson sighted its minted foe. The voltage tension was unmistakable. A switched glance of inward rage and malevolent intentions blared as rattling as the swords singing tremble.
Hiei snarled vicious before swiftly using the pad of his foot to propel off Shuichi's chest, several foot paces back up the winding path.
"You're angry." Shuichi recognized somewhat disappointed. "I'd hoped you wouldn't hold this much animosity towards me."
"You're not worth that much hate Human," Hiei buckled against the scraping waves of his knitting bones subtly snipping in the unfinished spaces. His blade embedded between his feet to act as a cane to keep his leveled glare strengthened. "But I will say you deserve my wrath for what you did to me."
"I've done nothing besides save your life Hiei."
"You were in no right to interfere!" Hiei barked furiously. "He was my prey. I reserved judgment on what was to result from that fight!"
Kurama shook his head vigorously to display his disagreement. "Your death would've been the ended cause had I not intervened!" He stepped forward. "Is that what you wanted? To die?"
Hiei took a step back to keep the distance even. "You don't know what would've happened," he chewed his bottom lip between the tingling pinch of anger boiling in his fangs. "I have my honor to uphold; my pride, my dignity," The fire demon rolled the remaining words off his tongue like the acidity venom it was. "And by you choosing to butt in only shows your disrespect for it. Did you think of how that would look? For me to be salvaged by a damned mortal?"
"Disrespect," That single counter brew an unfamiliar ingredient to Kurama's already seething anger. "I disrespected your supposed pride? I saved you from an unnecessary death Hiei. Shouldn't that count as something besides shameful?"
"Arg, you could never understand my humiliation. Dammit Kurama I should kill you for being this ignorant," Hiei's air was a heaving repetition, the sight of his rising and falling chest greased of sweat and swollen muscles, caught Kurama's attention for a second before he gave the steaming face his full attention.
"It was never my intentions to make you feel any less than a man Hiei. I," Kurama licked his dried lips, seeking the correct way of going about his explanation. "I didn't want to see you harmed. At least, not in that way—"
"I don't care," Hiei slashed through. "You had no warrant to do such a thing. As it goes, I have the right to slay you where you stand . . ."
Kurama's large green eyes dampened a duller olive, "But you won't." He hadn't flinched when Hiei suddenly appeared with his blade at the ready, pressed dangerously under his chin.
"Don't confuse my attendance with you for anything more Kurama." The fire demon hissed. "I could easily spill your blood."
"Then do it." Kurama dared. "Kill me if it unleashes whatever pent up issue you have with me. I save your life so you kill me in return. Your honor code has more potted holes then you realize."
Hiei's fist swung; without missing a beat, Kurama dodged the rapid assault and twisted his arm around, his pale arm wrapping around the surprised Koorime's neck. With a firm squeeze, Hiei's stifled gasps hacked violently when he was yanked back. His back struck something smoothly solid and stone, that didn't budge an inch from impact.
As his back was hauled and trapped, molded in the jigs saw fit, he began to trash.
"Unhand me!" The fire demon hollered. "I'll kill you, you hear?"
"An unlikely threat," Said the humored voice in his ear, tickling the fine hairs lined around. "I'd advice making deadly vows that you can actually give cadence too Hiei."
Hiei struggles continued on and as he did the choke hold never waned. He scratched, clawed, kicked and even attempted to use his fangs but the upward bound branded his chin against the fleshy appendage thus leaving his only leverage useless. His relaying tries proved ineffective for a while on, until they weakened.
Hiei growled incoherently like that of a child and felt a huff of amusement next to the shell of his ear. That reenergized his early tries and he was finally able to gain a twisted posture around where his mouth could reach Kurama's shoulder. His fangs grew past their normal length and he knew then the advantage was his.
It would've been so easy. A slight upset could rupture an artery or nearby vein and gush the red haired creature's essence around them both. All Hiei needed was but to prick one sharp point up and the mildest pressure could seal his fate. His windpipe was open, his jugular unguarded, and the many turquoise threads pulsing underneath porcelain skin. These opportunities were his to take, all of them a reeling win for him. But as his mind cleared of the possibilities . . .
"As I thought," The human whispered against his temple. "You won't will you?"
Hiei froze, nearly flinching bodily when coming to the God awful conclusion that he'd purposely discarded his chances. What has gotten into him?
"Hiei, it's alright—"
"Let me go."
"Hiei—"
"I said let go."
Taking a deep breathe, Kurama conceded uncuffing his hold of Hiei's neck.
The instead he did Hiei whipped around and clamped his lips at the base of Kurama's throat. His guard had dropped and for a moment he stayed coldly rooted to the ground, waiting. Waiting for what he had no idea. But his temporary patience won out the strange oddity occurred.
Thick, warm pressure japed into a slender gap where he Hiei's sword must've pierced through his flesh. Kurama had been unaware it was there. His eyes grew impossible wide. "Hiei—," Kurama's voice hitched painfully when the lapping strokes wetly stabbed deeper in the muscled fold. "Hiei, its fine."
Another tongue lash waved over the injury before Hiei pulled his face back, only inches from Kurama's own.
"The earth," He suddenly voiced. "You taste of the earth . . . and roses."
When he would've questioned the declaration, Hiei's reflective image was nothing more than a blur of onyx wisps, where he'd been standing. Kurama cupped his throat feeling disconcertedly confused and a bit annoyed.
"Kurama."
Said Human turned weary eyes to the crouching fire demon, red eyes narrowed as if seeing something foul and disfigure, "You're . . . confusing. A barrage of questions but never one to hold a simple answer." He stood, from his perch, back turned. "Don't think to ever interfere with my fights again. I won't be as forgiving the second time." he vanished.
And Kurama was left alone, unsure if he should be content with the transaction or take it as something . . . something else.

"Shit, got'damn stinks in here."
Reeling flows of wild, sable hair motioned rapidly back and forth behind the ungraceful stride of his jaunty youth. Clear, polished chestnut boiled fiery youki, naturally spiraling as powerful as his gifted spirit. Swirling tattoos, darkly indigo in coloration, spun and twirled in several patterns and abrasions. A narrowed, lithe body housed in the loose fitted green hakama, hanging off his hips. His nude feet slapped against alabaster bricks, casually navigating himself in another's territory.
His note of the utter silence is uncanny, his interest as to why, uncaring. His destination was securely fastened in his mind. The scent of blood faintly settled in the pit of his stomach and without thinking his pace, hastened.
Arrogance became overwhelming concern and increasing anger as he hurried, darting down angles of the halls, and winding corridors until reaching his desired location where he found a large prone body through the darkness.
His lips shifted into a demonic sneer as he inhaled a long whiff of the stifling oxygen and sighed it through his nose on a light chuckle, "You gotta be shittin' me." He murmured walking up to the impaled body, literally littered from the tips of his toes to the pads of his fingers in poisonousness pine needles.
Without sounding any single thought, a steel powered kick rammed against the lifeless body, coupled with a rugged voice, "I can't believe this shit—Yo, wake up."
Seconds pass . . . and Kuwabara groaned, moving against the raw ache where the sharp attack came again.
"I said wake up jackass." Another kick. "Come on, ya ain't dead yet."
Several throaty coughs followed, and Kazuma Kuwabara weakly angled his head to the side where clawed toes wiggled in his line of vision. The legs connected bent down low, pooling layers and layers of thick brown all over as a darkened curtain, leaving nothing but the glossy pair of lucent brown eyes, humorously vivid.
"Ura-Urameshi?"
"Yeah, ya big bastard it's me . . . Tsk," Yusuke evilly plucked a razor prick from his best friend's throat and flicked it to the side. "So, who had the chance to kick y'ur ass before me?"

TBC: Sooo how do you feel about Yusuke making his final appearance and Kuwabara still being alive? ^_^
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