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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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Struggle

Through all-consuming strains steadily weighing down their bodies, subtle sparks crept like snaking veins from one end of the chamber to the other. Near the only route of escape, two younger souls held firm to their stance, regulating the pulse of fiery youki blending deadly with their own. Such a potent mixture was a crippling digression to their cool, calmer energies, yet they could not show an ounce of bent submission. Otherwise the cultivating the complicated currents would swallow them in an agonizing spiral worse than the grasps of hell.
And the person responsible knew this.
Despite his own flesh and blood's harrowing flinch from each tidal shock, he kept the flow evenly. As for the other child, who his baleful bronze eyes were currently trained on, Kuwabara's struggle to uphold his standing was proving more difficult with every transparent collision. Just seeing his knees buckle and quake under the strain was the remedy needed to cock a smug smile on his lips.
The grin only grew a wider span as his gaze switched to his daunting son, standing proud and feigning his unfazed position the best he could. The will to attempt utter denial of his undying strength was laughable and these two acting as if it was a mere swish of wind, only added to the dried hilarity.
Through the floor pooling mantilla of thick silvery hair, his lone eye calmly sealed shut as he stood to his regal height, expanding his muscular built to an intimidating presence. Skin as tough as raw adamant and richly colored tan tamely stretched over centuries of battle scars and age old stories written on the tattoos seen yet unseen by only himself and his offspring. Through his S class authority—as of now the only demon of his caliber—Raizen ruled as the only king of Makai and because his years of brutality to keep order secured, he made sure lessons were learned.
Clad in a pair of dingy gray hakama, wrapped from his knees to his ankles, he lazily fingered a claw around the yellow sash keeping them in place and reached up to swat the matching band away from his face. He took a step forward—and in an act of naiveté Kuwabara retraced a step back.
Yusuke sighed heavily, balling his fists tight to the point of imprinting stabs, as he felt the subtle change in his father's youki. Raizen's lips lowered, no longer sustaining his deadly simper. Through ill-knowledge of not knowing the deed of his actions, Kuwabara had made a huge mistake . . . Yusuke hoped it wouldn't cost him.
"Predators feed on the blood of the weak," Raizen's voice coolly ridiculed. "Cowardice is devoured by those birthed with deserving courage." He slowly raised his hand, palm flattening against an airy surface. "And yet . . . I fail to see a strand of strength in your anxiety."
Kazuma's eyes widened before the slicing pressure of breezed blades tore through his arms. The shock of impact was too stunning to make a sound as he wordlessly looked at the bloodied remnants of his injuries so suddenly bestowed from out of nowhere. Raising his gaze up, he'd only had a split second before feeling another massive blow to his chest with enough force to ride his feet across the ground, bone crushingly flinging his frame into a stone wall. The sheer bodily clap of skin to surface slam jolted Yusuke's hair over his shoulders but he dare not turn back to assist his counterpart, lest he wanted the same faith. With all within him, he stood his ground, giving his father the noble regard he desired.
Even if it meant, leaving Kuwabara to suffer for just a few minutes.
"An order was given," he heard his parent mumble from afar. "I gave you both specific instructions to protect lands I've worked to keep my claim on thus long and I see no sort of benefit coming from such a decision." Yusuke swallowed feeling the sudden winds of his father's breathe behind his neck. "So tell me son," A rapid snatch of his sable hair, jerked Yusuke's head to face his father's face only a breeze away. "How is it through countless tries, you've been alluded by the same thief, with the same loss and the same explanation as to why?"
The drawled taunt, cruelly purred in his ear, brought only shame and bitter angst toward the truth woven in each word. As heir to the territories, at this age, he was hardly what one would call a dependable ruler. Talks have spread that he could be replaced by another if he kept this record, flowing as it has.
And it was all due to the crafty pirates of a single fox, having double crossed him enough times to have been earned his death a hundred times over. The very though ached an unruly hole in Yusuke's chest. His disgraceful rage steadily intensified as the memories of failure repetitively spun in his mind.
It was distasteful as prince to have to be lowered to pitiful contempt by his king and can do nothing but stand there to listen to it all. He'd failed to guard his duties—that's why it came as no surprise when he felt several pointed talons cup under his chin, pressingly evilly into his jugular.
"I could slay you now Boy and save myself the hassle," Raizen mused darkly. "What good is a son who can't hold his own against a common mongrel?" His claws deepened, breaking apart ribbons of flesh.
Yusuke inclined his head, eyes fiercely determined not to bend to the disdain piercing his pride. From his angle, slanted eyes narrowed just as wildly stared back into cinnamon chestnut eyes, equally the same equality of certitude he possessed. There had been others before his son—past children, he'd long since done away with because of their lack of skill to uphold what he'd wanted.
By now he would've killed them off because of slacked ability to keep his bloodline strong. Weakness, worthless spinelessness, and disapproving judgment, were what he despised. This animalistic ritual was to ensure upon his death, that the blood left behind could carry on its predecessor's rule; a generation trait having being done for many, many years.
However as his lined face, studied the boyish features of this hand raised child, his claws could not find the motive to rip his limps apart and feast on his despair. To steal away that life he'd become fond of seeing explode with sizzling malice, was something he couldn't bring himself to do.
Wounding his hand around several rotations crashed Yusuke's back against Raizen's chest and a dig of his soft nose, went over the bleeding inflictions, taking a whiff of his own essence bursting forth. Closing his eyes, Yusuke felt his shoulders deflate as relief loosened his tension to the tips of his fingers.
"Your eyes have saved you this time Yusuke," A rough textured tongue savagely lapped away the oozing redness as Raizen's deep tone rumbled. "Be wise not to fail me again boy."
Yusuke nodded, "I got 'cha." Being mindful of any sudden movements, Urameshi lowered his eyes and held out his fist, waiting for the physical gesture to grant him grievance.
Raizen came around and besetting a firm grasp of the balled hand nearly swallowed by his hand before stepping back, "Bring me that Youko's head boy," His eyes connected to the groaning jaguar behind, trying to recall the best method to standing on his feet only to flop it several times and allowing the ground to become his new home.
Raizen quirked a bored brow at the auburn demon and sighed to his son, "His chances are used up Yusuke. A better choice in bedmates would do you some good."
"Nah," Yusuke chuckled. "He's the only one who can handle me." He shrugged at the snarling disinterest his father gave at hearing his son's suggestive activities. "Besides, I need 'em for the next phrase of our plan."
"Plan," The king repeated, disbelievingly. "Another possibility waiting for the same fate as all the others, I assume."
"No," Yusuke prissily denied, hands cupping his hips. "I got something impressive enough to make even you happy for once . . . though that's hard enough to do as it is," the last part being a mumbled pout.
"Mmm, you can tell me about it after the deed's been set," Raizen spun on his heel, aiming for his perch stationed in the cornered shadows and as he turned, all that remained were the laminated shine of garnet glare of his eyes, crouching low. "I expect news from you by the end of the day Son. Do not disappoint me."
"I won't," The younger Toushin vowed, punching the value against his chest and left, gathering his grumbling cohort in tow.
It was as the door closed behind him, out of sight and ear range of his parent that he hiked Kazuma up on his shoulder, smacking him across the head. "Dumbass, you can at least act like it didn't hurt."
"Arg, you're shittin' me," The beaten demon grunted. "Your old man's punches ain't a bed of roses."
"Tsk, pussy." Yusuke could say all he wanted about the situation . . . he was just glad Kazuma came out alive.
Now the only problem was getting Yomi to hold up his end of the deal.
Which should be taking place sometime soon.

Darkness.
An endless abyss, shrouded in a inky despair. That's where Hiei had been taken that time. That instant he felt the earth shift underneath his feet, pulling him down to the oblivion that would forever be burned in his memory. The clouds rushing past in at such a stomach churning speed, the blinding windings ripping through his eyes and the sounds of his wordless cries shrilling out of lips that went unanswered. . .
The Koorime could vaguely remember that voice as his own but the image of those cold vanishing figures would forever remained a burned stain in his mind.
How long he'd ran or where he was, Hiei hadn't the slightest clue. The urge—the need to get away was hat lead him aimlessly through the scented territory. The scenes, all of it just passed him by; his mind couldn't erase the faces searching his very insides. Seeing that look—those expressions probing him for answers he couldn't give. Not yet, not now.
To have those traumatizing memories to restore themselves at the most unlikely times; it had to be in front of them. His weakness, for only a moment, had shown through eyes of a small infant and not from the eyes of today. It'd been another time, another place, somewhere else.
He'd been running for ages, forever it seemed. And yet through his conquest, where he ended up was in the last place he needed to be.
Here in the comforting smells rapturing in wispy whiffs out of Kuronue's cavern, Hiei sat off the jutted edge, one leg drawn under his chin and the other lifelessly dangling over. The lavender odors aged like a refined wine, soothed him like cleaning the spills of blood off his blade have done so in the past. Somewhere within him, loathe his subconscious voracity to be tamed by the hands of him.
Only as Hiei sat there in waiting, those hands never appeared to aid his conspiring discomfort as they had so many times before. The time he most agonized over was bestowing suffering of the worse kind and because of the time spent here, his past personality had diminished substantially. This newer form was something he didn't want at a time like this. Not lowered to this hiding creature. . .
"Hiei."
He didn't turn to the presence approaching or react when he felt two hands cup his shoulders. Besides a weary sigh, nothing came to show he acknowledge Kurama's existence other than shifting in place.
Seeing the less than active response, Kurama too shared a sigh with his friend, giving a light squeeze. "Hiei," he started softly. "I wish you'd find confidents in me to share what ails you. I," he swallowed the words daring to come out falsely and chose a better way of putting it. "I'm concerned about what happened to you back there. I lost you . . ."
Hiei closed his eyes, "It's nothing you needn't worry over."
"I beg to differ. You weren't yourself."
"I'm fine," Hiei punctuated sternly, edged on a tired drawl. "Just leave it be. It's not something I want to discuss."
"When will the time come Hiei," Kurama's voice slightly cracked as patience gradually fell through each word. "I don't like to see you this way. Will you not even trust me to try and understand what's going on?"
Nothing. Of course, Kurama could hardly say he'd expected one. "I wish, you'd let me try to help you Hiei. Maybe there's a way I could help." His fingers knitted over the knots budging on Hiei's shoulders. After still no sign of getting any sort of reply . . . an idea aroused his thoughts, cocking the muscles of his mouth to one side.
Hiei hadn't noticed the activity going on until the bustle of hot cloth fitted against his back followed by arms embracing his waist and longer legs straddling his one appendage over the edge. As he twisted around to fix the mortal with a string of blasphemy—but it was he did the brush of smooth satin grazed his lips ever so gently; the force of it firmly puzzled due the turn of his body.
In a state of stunned silence, they sat there surprise riddled on plainly on their faces. The distilled caress paused for the longest minute until Kurama eased back, blinking.
Hiei blinked, unconsciously licking his lips where the taste lingered an electrical surge.
The second his tongue darted out, it enacted a fascinated study for Kurama's eyes. The swipe was quick, a secondly flavor savored that seemed as if perplexed. . . Kurama too felt the urge to lick his lips after it but the tingling residue. . .
The sharp elbow snagging in his ribs jolted Kurama from his rekindling second to find Hiei already walking inside Kuronue's cave.
"Hiei," he stood as well about to follow. "I'm sorry. That was never my intention—"
"Leave me," Edgily closed off, Hiei kept his back to Kurama, fists balled furiously keeping his patience under control. "I have nothing to say to you."
Kurama bristled. "Hiei it was an accident—Hiei." But he'd already gone.
Reaching his hands to the small buzz trickling his lips, Kurama closed his eyes just imagining what could possibly be going through Hiei's mind now.
As if he didn't already have something going on.
And now to add something like this. . .
Oh God. . . what have I done?

Yoko stared on, having caught the moment the instant it occurred. Yet instead of anger or even the slight twinge of jealousy, all he could do was shake his head and kick off his reclining wall, seeing the turmoil spiral in his beloved's mind.
The uncertainty, confusion and under layer interest all vibrated a new barrage of emotions.
"Hn, tarnished vow indeed."
He'd deal with this issue another time. Shuichi will be able to handle it on his own.
For now, he had more pressing matters to address. . .

TBC: My chapters are getting shorter. I'm nearing the end of this story and it seems to get harder getting these chapters out. This will one of those rare moments when I ask how the chapter was. So I'm asking your opinions. How was it? Thanks.
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