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Winter's Halo	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nada and make nada of the Yu Yu Hakusho gang. They all belong to the Yoshihiro Togashi crew. I only own the plotline.

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Upon waking up on the fourth day of Kuronue's absence, the same natural routine carried on as it would. This day relapsed into a seemingly pleasant one as the others were; comforting, free of irritating distress and useless bother from most. The time simply rolled over, collectively bypassing Hiei's presence each day he spent confined to the very branch he roosted in with Kuronue before his departure. This spot had become a newer preference from the other rotted oak, as this one held a greater purpose, a nobler feel of alleviation. The previous dried carcass possessed reminders of a darker phrase about himself, that's somewhat diminished over the seasonal duration he's been here.
It had been the only freedom laced perch he chose to escape the change happening around him, slowly consuming the person he once was. Though the outer exterior continues untouched, views of his calmer demeanor are evident. No longer does he hold the exact replica scowl burrowed heavily on his handsome face, but there now stands a lesser mold of indifference that still keeps him as he is.
Similar, yet refined, attire wear has been a fonder change from continuum pitch black to dark shades of multicolor kimonos and robes, ranging from sizzling carmine to the deep rich indigo; a sudden hue he's become quite fond of as of late. He'd forever curse the day from heaven to hell before he even chanced a moment's glory of anything resembling a springish effect. Despite Kurama's constant pressure of attempting him to try something out of the norm as he does, it would never happen.
The fool would likely meet the end of Hiei's blade before convincing him to prance about in anything mockingly remote to a daisy or sprouting lily. No, that sort of portrayal he couldn't uphold as one person could so naturally.
Yes the radiance of outer brilliance, did suit him well . . . quite well. Hiei heaved through his nose at the ponder image arousing his mental train of thought.
Kurama's masculine ability to display his body in these outrageous stains has yet to surprise Hiei since the day they meant. At times, he'd conclude that it was a recommended decision done unconsciously to charm the Yoko's interests in him. But that was later reduced to nothing since he'd seen Kurama wear darker clothing on many missions. So the final theory was set in thinking it was a competition with the many blooms he'd witness the two grow together during moments of privacy.
It'd been only five days since he'd gapped an instant where Yoko and Shuichi had left the busily crowded sanctuary for a little time together. Nothing sexually stimulating occurred during this, but more of a platonic romance, content and eased free of any sort of harsh crave. They'd picked a random space under a tree and settled beneath is shady sheet; the human taking the first seat against the rough bark and the fox lying his head against his plush thigh, soothingly tamed by the strokes of timid digits combing through his hair.
Hiei stood silent in his concealment, simply watching, studying, and pondering over the way they interacted with one another so differently from the rest. Nothing short of a docile kitten was what the Youko was reduced too when fallen victim to his mortal's magical touch. A hidden spell perhaps? Or simply something Hiei was clueless too.
Kuronue's caressed his mane countless times, but never has he contently calmed to the point of entire bliss. Not as Yoko was then.
A distant memory Hiei vanished from his stored mine, determining it nothing but minor. Allowance of peace was what he came here to claim, not the thoughts of two others' romantic affairs.
Settling back his back against the tree's chapped facet, Hiei cast another focused glare out toward the sun's early poise, mind cleared and purged of any and all annoyance. From here, the Koorime would never have to stray far to get a glimmer of the sun's rays against the garnet skies, peeking through for an early morning.
"You're unusually pleasant this morning."
Inhaling and releasing the approaching incense of ginger spice, and wooly fir stemmed roses, Hiei mumbled, "Don't you have other business to attend too?"
Spider silk moccasins intentionally snapped the intruder's arrival, silencing once positioned directly under Hiei's placement. Hazel light gleamed for an instant before Hiei felt his branch weigh down from the Yoko's company. "No, not today," he softly informed. "I think I'm entitled to an off day from time to time."
Stunned frozen stiff, Hiei looked from the ground to his tree, than back to the Youko entwining both legs to the balls of his heels. Blinking confused, Hiei lowered another glare at the ground, realizing it took him two full bounds to reach this level whereas the fox managed a single leap where he was and—"Shit!" Hiei gasped, using his legs as anchorage when the entire truck shook to its nerves for several seconds before settling back to its lifeless posture. "What," so surprised, he surveyed over the tree having thought it'd been snapped in half from the spout of youki shattering its innards.
"Damn, I might've overdone it there," Youko admitted more to himself than to the occupant also residing on the same stool. Expression unfazed by his own doing, Yoko shifted about until finding a nicely firm spot and bending forward with his legs dangled over, hands draped between his knees.
"What the hell did you do?" Hiei demanded, still lost in galling shock.
"Adjusted. This branch is rather uncomfortable," A grunt and move, finalized all the Youko had accomplished in discovering a much preferred settlement as he delivered a closed expression to the garnet glare. "Problem?" he one wordily questioned.
"Have you lost your mind?" Appalled Hiei. "You nearly rattled this thing to rubble!"
The facial given was mildly amused if somewhat intrigued at the reaction countered. "Don't be ridiculous. You think me so careless? This tree's perfectly capable of handling us both."
"That isn't the point, you sarcastic jackass. You're not exactly light weight."
The second expression he received was offended. "I'm not exactly classified as a heavy weight either. Look," Yoko's knuckles rapped the branch. "This tree is sane, sturdy. Something this aged would counter my size just fine." At Hiei's stubborn face aversion, the fox sighed, shaking his head knowingly. "You're worried about Kuronue aren't you?"
"Shut up," Hiei quickly shot. "I'm taking time to reflect."
"Reflect, reflect on what pray tell?"
"None of your business."
"So feisty Hiei; you needn't be that way with me," Yoko winked, disturbingly chuckling aloud. "Your attitude's a fetching trait about you. I can see why Kuronue's so fascinated." The spreading flush of raging crimson decorated Hiei's face the same mystical hue of his eyes, something Yoko only could catch a glimpse of it when Hiei turned his away further off.
Silence traveled wirily from there, supposedly tired concern from one end and mental study from the other. From the corner of Yoko's eyes, he noticed the clenching flex of Hiei's jawline working a grinding motion as he so often did when in deep thought. The curving position staggered inward and out, causing the vein jugular to jump repetitively; an unrefusable target demons couldn't help focusing on when made pronounced. The blood flow slightly swelled a pinker shade, wiggled and plumping life.
"Perhaps," Hiei began to conceive softly. "Not extensively worried, but apprehensive about him being out there." Turning half view, the Koorime leveled Yoko with a look edged with an emotion he'd forever deny existing. "As disbelieving as it may seem, not even I am immune to possible fear that something may happen to those you care for."
A sharp fang glinted against the Youko's lip, amused. "You love him."
Hiei's gaze suddenly razor thinned, harshly. "You've spent far too much time with your human. Love does not exist for demons," he sighed, shaking his head at the idea. "You know this as much as I."
"Do you deny my accusation Hiei?"
Quietness; naturally Yoko didn't expect a reply to this. It would be too much just to get a straight forward answer. Aiming a sudden sternness the thief leader's direction, Hiei's bottom lip worried between his smaller fangs in deep thought as what he could say to diminish any forged feelings.
But this time, he couldn't say anything to defuse it. The feeling stored in a sacred compartment within him had no other word native in his race's language. So what else could it be defined as besides, love. "Hn," Coiling the muscles in his thighs beneath him, Hiei sprung forward and darted off to another tree, landing airlessly on its support. 'Maybe I am.' Was his thought as he turned to flee the damning gold eyes burning in his back. The Yoko's gaze could read into him. He knew the truth and thus knew the reason why he took this time to leave.
The reason being irritation and confusion; Hiei stayed on a moment longer about to further his distance—but as he turns, the cottony texture of thin crimson and gold patterns, flashed in front of him. The unexpected closeness puts him on guard, hand twitching fast to his hilt until the scent of rose petals flared his nostrils. A wide chest leans forward and Hiei's retreated step, places his foot off the edge.
He stumbles back, shock ribboning through his nerves to grab something, look for leverage, find suitable support; all of it a blurred instinct. Hand extended forward, he reaches out into nothingness, wavering eyes widening the more the trees suddenly took to his view from above.
It was too fast for him to counter, his balance weighing him into danger and he immediately feels gravity tugging him down quickly. One alarming second strings him into plunging thoughts of stomach churning fear—yet as the tip of his boot titters off, something grabbles the front of his kimono and roughly snatches him midair against a rock solid chest, long arms strangled around his back.
With a disembodied grunt, Hiei's chest collides into warm body heat, slamming heavily against the base of a tree. For the briefest stunned moment, a rattled daze grips the fire demon's eyes until lifting up to connect with piercing green armored with dismay. "Hiei," the whisper mantle of his name, rung against his ears. "Are you alright?"
Shuichi sighed through his nose, quickly assessing his fingertips along Hiei's back, bodily extensions and neck with one hand while using the other as a cuff to keep him in place. No injuries detected, that was a relief. But why the lack of reply? "Hiei," Again he calls softly to bring the Koorime back. Ever so gently, Shuichi raised his hand to cup over Hiei's face, lightly brushing a stray ebony tread.
His heart beat was wild, flashing moments reminding him of a time he'd fallen and no one came. No one tried. . . he'd been taken into the gulfs of streaming clouds, endless despair, raining streams of rapid coloring bypassing him so quickly . . . and then darkness.
Shuichi's lips gapped when he felt a pressure leaning into his hand. "Hiei."
"Is he alright," A deep voice rasped behind his back before he felt trailing claws prickling his shoulders, collarbone and other sections.
"Dazed," Was Shuichi's one worded diagnosis. "But fine. I can't figure out what happened."
Coming around, the silver bandit gave his shot at ringing some noise into the fire demon's deaf. Closer inspection gave nothing, so he pressed his palm against the front of Hiei's chest. Thuds slapped in response far too fast for normalcy. "Hiei," The Yoko started firmly. "Talk to me. Say something."
Still nothing. Frowning puzzled, Yoko reached out flattening his hand against Shuichi's, both holding Hiei's distorted expression, frozen in a time lost to them both. But the evident expression of fear was etched all over as clear as the day's sunlight.
"Hiei," the two chorused softly.
And just like a cold splash of water, the summon twin call snapped something immediate. One blink suddenly brought back into the current world. Hiei sharply gasped, finding a pair of hazel and green staring directly at him. For a moment the intensity of their raging worry watered him, and just as fast he couldn't deal with being this close to them.
Hiei pushed himself free, almost falling once more, and this time being captured by the fox's embrace. "Settle down, fool. Do you want to fall to your death?" The fox scolded.
"Unhand me!" Hiei struggled, wringing himself free and running off before anyone could halt his escape.
When Shuichi made to go after him, Yoko shot his arm out. "No, let him go."
Shuichi backed down, keeping a steady gaze on the disappearing stain against the scattered greenery. "I don't understand. What happened Yoko? He seemed lost, gone."
The Youko hadn't the foggiest clue, but that look; the expression of forgotten hope, lost faith . . . it disturbed him. So much so, that he nodded a signal for Shuichi to follow him and took off after Hiei. The urge was soft, a nagging pinch somewhere inside to find the answer behind what happened just then. Hiei's eyes had lost their garnet luster, dulled to a sadder reflection into a mirror, he saw of a different person.
Someone . . . he felt the need to protect. Looking over his shoulder at the same determination glazed fiercely in his counterpart's eyes, the Yoko knew it was something they both wanted to do. For whatever reason, they both wanted to comfort Hiei.

TBC: Please forgive shortness. This was all I could conjure up at the given time. This story is reaching its final arc so writer's block is nagging me lol. I hope you enjoyed this none the less ^^. No it won't suddenly happen lol.
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