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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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Shattered

"Don't." Shuichi's grasp harshly tangled in the cords of enveloping sleeves as he tugged on his mate's shoulder. "Yoko, you mustn't—"
Yoko hunkered back just as another fluctuating wave of S class youki burned the surrounding celestial. The Fox hadn't been fast enough to cover himself from the sheer screen of energy but managed to lift his forearm and call a solid compound of earth to cover Shuichi's body to prevent the human's skin from exposure. Being in this weakened state, Shuichi wouldn't be able to uphold a single second from the blitz waves. The very dust particles would prickle his bare skin like a blanket of embedding needles, threading over each piece.
The front of Yoko's arm lowered as the leveled anchorage used to support the stony wall. "How amusing," he chuckled humorlessly to himself. With lifeless eyes, he pulled his arm back to his face, examining the wound carefully. Despite his efforts the youki had seeped through the cracks of his rocky shield. A long jagged spread of flesh, curled off the surface revealing the first layer of muscle. The exterior was too burned and charred to bleed but the pain radiated dully. He raised it to his mouth and tested the severity with the lap of his tongue and hummed from his own wound.
Shuichi's eyes skated wearily from the stony wall to length of the arm curled before him and landed worriedly on the evil looking blemish. "Your arm. . ." he whispered faintly reaching to touch its appearance. Almost like the discarded work of an artist's spilled whites, crimsons and blacks, the injury looked fierce.
Emerald rose above, and fear struck him hard when the curl of Yoko's lips curved over an excited fang. That expression of eager boldness and reckless bravery pulled the fox demon's features into an almost unrecognizable face; like the one of a careless youth who cared nothing for his own life. "Yoko," Shuichi shook his head. "No, you can't."
The face vanished, instantly return to its natural stoic mischief as cool hazel met with concerned sage. "You'll have me run away like a coward? After what he's done to my territory, it'd be criminal not to take his challenge."
"I'll have you alive and scared, then bold and dead," Shuichi stressed. "Be wise about this Yoko." Turning from his mate's face, Shuichi cast a glare around the cover of stone at the crouching savage, half bent as his gold eyes scanned over the grounds as if it were beneath his standards. "He has but to breathe your name and you could die. He has years of reign–" A long digit coated the front of his lips silent.
"You're worried," Yoko murmured too casually. "But it'll do little good, my love. Raizen wants my head; whether it's here or later he'll come for me."
"Then we can retreat for now," It pained Shuichi to a tee to speak so cowardly; it was far below his standards to say such things, especially when he knew how it could injure both his and the Youko's prides. "We could think of another plan; think of another strategy—"
"There's no time," Yoko said as he lowered Shuichi on the flat of his feet, making sure he could stand.
Shuichi stood, unbalanced and having to reclog the portion of tore skin as it still healed. "Yoko—"
"Seek out Hiei and Kisa. Be gone from here; Kuronue and I will catch up after things are settled here." The block of rock merged back into the earth, fully revealing the young fox to its predator. His hazel gaze met that of the ancient ruler with a level of defiance that released the hold of Raizen's lips from its untamed smile.
"Damn it Yoko," Shuichi stumbled toward the tall fiend, eyes wild. "You can't do this you hear? He'll kill you. You must flee here now. You'll only wind up—!" A spike of skin to skin connection came sharply with an accompanying growl.
Shuichi landed on the ground, gasping as his wound reopened just as painful as the pulse of infliction throbbed on his face. Beyond shocked, he lifted himself with the use of his right hand, turning wide eyes at the narrowed slits looking evilly down to him. "Y-Yoko. . ." He touched his cheek, stunned.
Yoko turned his back on his human, saying nothing to evaluate his actions and took off toward the demon lord.
Shuichi knew it was hopeless then. There was nothing more he could do here and with the Yoko's dismissal made so physically clear, he knew what he needed to do.
But only to a certain extent would he obey. If the Gods privileged him to do so, he'd gather Hiei and Kisa and return to help the best he could. There was no telling how much aid he'd be for his beloved but he'd be damned if he allowed the fool to die for the sake of his demonic pride.
With that plan so stubbornly bored into his mind, Shuichi shakily stood on his legs and with much effort, took off to the mountain's path way. Kisa's safety was no worry.
Hiei on the other hand . . . he could only hope he was ok.
'Be strong Hiei. I'm coming.'

His friend was going to take on Raizen eh? Seemed they were both searching out death this day.
The smell of spoiled blood soured the innards of his nostrils, like a seasoned carcass. A tingle of interior doubt rained in the pitch lavender of his eyes and yet he couldn't exert such a heavy burden on his outer appearance. He couldn't afford to look in fear of losing the one who rightfully belonged to him, though the beat of his heart increased faintly and his mind agonizingly toyed with the idea of what he'd find at the end of the devil's perfume.
In truth, as much as he willed the pain of acknowledging the pains in his mind, his heart ached for what he'd see. Would Hiei's body still be intact? What of this scent of his blood, flooring the atmosphere more so than others? Had the murder been so horrendous that its spill painted the very falls they shared together? Would those eyes of deadly of pure ruby be dulled like the blunt of a stone?—
He lost the scent. Hiei's blood vanished. "Shit," he growled in angry of his own carelessness for being so corrupted with negativity. The smoke was getting too pregnant with salted carbon.
The gripe of pale fingers crackled the strained steel hilts of his Draco blades as Kuronue's descent took him higher along the mountain's rise. The beat of his large navy laced wings caressed the air as silent as a mother's touch as his hawk like eyes combed the perimeter for signs of enemy intrusion. Clouds of poisonous gases polluted what remained of the once cleared sanctuary but acted as his current ally and foe by in blending his ashen features and dark traits into the mist. The aid of camouflage was only a temporary feat for the lowly fog carried with it the desire to suffocate the raven's windpipe, sizzling the cords of his throat in a raw roast. The white of his eyes weep from the onslaught of sprinkled nips.
Vision steadily blurred the feel of the skies alert dampened and dried of usage; Kuronue nearly felt his advantage in the air would turn against him if he stayed, so he took the risk. His wings wouldn't be able to handle the float of soot and ember debris catching the quill spikes. Using much caution and against his better judgment, Kuronue took the chance of inhaling the bloodied smog to decipher the mingling odors. The long swing of smoke roared violently in his chest but he resisted the urge to cough just to keep it tolled on his tongue.
The smell of obvious smoke was dismissed, along with the hardship of brushing off the scorch of spirit burnt flesh. 'Where are you Pige?' Kuronue mentally called. Bodies of his men pinched his nose hard enough to develop his face in a crunched frustration. It was taking too long to determine the final scent.
Where . . . where . . . it was so difficult. . . There's Yoko's youki . . . the human Shuichi's blood slithered through . . . the kid's was muted somewhere . . . some were unfamiliar. . . Wait!
Kuronue's eyes shot open just as he caught the slightest wilt of Hiei's fragrance snuck its way through the fumes. The Koorime wasn't too far below, but neither was that of another's. Someone was there. They drew the blood of what was his.
The Chimera narrowed polished indigo the moment it bled a secondly crimson. The crook arch of his blades hunkered down to his flanks as he suddenly took to the sky and turned his body in the form of a straight bullet, taking a long way shot below. The force of his lithe body's pistol shot surprised the sinful vapors enough to make way for the flap of his wings.
The drop was fast, reckless and uncalculated. Kuronue spread his arms horizontal, his steel hooks furthering the extension of his arms. The air was getting clearer the faster he fell; the sight of bedrock started forming informal cliff edges. The closer he neared the more he recognized that he was closest to his own cavern.
A frown itched over his brow; Hiei must've come here alone. The thought only dubbed to hasten Kuronue's journey down.
For the briefest moment, the tight fold of his hands lessened and his mind wandered to the conjured image of Hiei's crumbled body—
It happened so fast; Kuronue could already feel the currents of wind misbalancing from the A rank strength. The swirl of energized cerulean crackled and sung a song of mangling youki, swallowing all surrounding blockage to reveal the point of a single digit, twinkling a deadly wink. "Spirit Gun!" What seemed like the point of a pin transpired from small to the size of a boulder as it twisted and coiled in various directions, trapped within a blue ball.
The whistling circular streaks spun wildly to its target. Kuronue's act was on pure impulse.
He only had a few seconds to back his body back a foot to see the residue of transparent cobalt. The beam's distance reflected Kuronue's face before him like a mirror of near death; the beam had caught the rims of his vest and hakama sheet along with a string of his banes. The damage was small but too close.
On immediate defense, Kuronue aimed straight for the source of the spirit stream to the person standing tall eyes filled with amused malice. Maple lethalness fanned as strongly as the riled lavender blue. He hadn't thought twice about it as he soared down quickly, prepared to stab the smug faced bastard in the gut—but he discovered the reason the fool hadn't moved an inch when a surge of auburn came swiping out the corner of his eye.
"Shit!" The word smeared his lips just as the look of an angled expression came flying pass his only an inch away.
It was just enough for Kuronue to swing his fist to the left and catch the other enemy in the shoulder and give him a reprieve to get some space.
Yusuke howled with laughter at the riddled shock on Kuronue's face as he folded his arms, a look of superiority on his own face. "'Bout time you got here bird. I was gettin' of waitin'."
Kuwabara caught himself on the heel of his foot, twisting around to face the hovering Chimera. Erecting his sword overhead, he beckoned to the man with a flap of his hand, a dangerous smiling glinting his fangs.
Kuronue thinned his lips, keeping his sights on the two and ignoring their taunts. By the slowest degrees so as not to give away his only concern, his eyes darted in disguised blinks in hopes of finding of a trace of the fire demon nearby or evidence of him still being there since his smell was radical in this area.
But Yusuke caught the look, a fact evident by how his lip tilted the muscles of his face. "Ya lookin' for the midget eh?" He chuckled darkly. "I wouldn't hold my breath. Shorty's dead by now, but we left his body in one piece for ya." Yusuke jerked his thumb behind his back, gesturing to the mouth of the cave. "I'd hurry if I were you before he stinks up the place."
Kuronue sharped his gaze back to the speaker, both eyes slithering to mere slits of cold ice.
"Oh what's this, looks like ya struck a nerve," Kuwabara said from his end. "Better think twice Fly Boy." Flipping his demonic weapon from one hand to the other, the jaguar demon did a series of boasting strikes in an effort to seem impressive. "I can handle a blade just as good as you."
Metallic clinging clapped several times as the raven demon, shuffled his feet from side to side midair. "We'll see about that," Words were done. He had nothing else to say to the assholes.
Cocking his body in a razor thin poise, Kuronue spread his blades wide and cannoned down fast. The movement was precise and agile; his eyes went for the one who'd cause the most trouble and directed his sword for the point of death.
Yusuke hoped back buckling to his knees and pulling back his fist behind his back as a concentration of spirit energy began to collect.
Kuronue wasn't going to fall for the same attack twice and darted off to the side half way down, going straight for Kuwabara. The feline demon hadn't expected the sudden switch and barely managed to block the onslaught with his sword. Violent dings rung out after that, vanishing and reappearing quickly. Kuwabara used the bulk of his mass to suction himself in the ground, holding off Kuronue's strength.
With his obvious weight outdoing the Chimera, he predicted an easy victory. However his theory was short lived when the raven's image disappeared and materialized from the side with amazing speed. Kazuma saw the swing of hair thin steel coming for his throat. The time it took for him to raise his hilt to counter, the edge of Kuronue's sword had taken a press in side. The wound was merely a surface flesh but still too close.
"Son of a bitch," The jaguar snarled as the flyer dodged a wild punch, taking to the foggy sky. "Come down here and fight me man to man you coward!" Kuwabara roared loudly, his speech free of its usual slang.
Kuronue made no comment, instead repositioning his weapons for another strike, looking around for the other fool. He didn't see him, but the youth's scent was crystal clear just as Kuronue turned around in the air to dissolve a sphere of blue coming for his back. "Shooting someone in the back," he hissed angrily. "No honor at all."
Yusuke landed on his feet, stunned just as he touches ground he has to use his hand to hold off a coming assault. The blades melt through his hand, cutting down hard to the center of muscle. His own default had been coming back down without a defense.
He was getting too cocky and this was wasting his time. "Kuwabara," he snarled to the other as he retracted his elbow to his flank. "Distract 'em." He had something for the pale faced bastard in store.
Kazuma lifted and eyebrow and upon seeing the half bent poise, understood right away what was going to happen. A languid smile became deviously mischievous as he nodded and riled back. "Come on man, you ain't such a big shot flyin' up there. Come on down here and fight!"
Kuronue rolled his eyes, switching his blades to the other hand. "Eager to die asshole? Don't worry, you'll get yours."
"I already got it," The misconduct glowed in Kazuma's eyes as he gestured to his crotch with the tip of his sword. "Little man gave it to me when my blade went up his ass. Hmph," He smacked his lips as if having tasted the best meal. "Ya should've heard him screamin'. That was the best kind I ever heard—"
"Kuwabara!" The warning came too late.
Whatever was going to be said ended on a gut churning gasp. Kuwabara's entire body went numb, eyes wide and aimlessly staring ahead. Every nerve ending in his body navigated to the core of stinging agony sticking from his back to the front of his stomach. His cobalt eyes vibrated with the confusion of his brain's shock when they connected with the sight of a long stemmed sword sticking out of his gut, smeared heavily with his blood. It was almost too much of being stuck in a heated twilight as he turned his gaze over to Yusuke's angry and terrified expression directed behind him.
"D-damned beast," A cough hoarsed from behind.
Standing half arched with a hand to the gaping hole in his chest, the Koorime pulled back his sword, letting the body stumble away and stabbing it in the ground to act as his cane. But it failed to hold his sore body, riddled tarnish to his very bones and he was draw to his knees, breathing harshly against his lungs intake of blood.
"Hiei," Kuronue curled his body and sprinted down to the ground as fast as he could to help his Koorime. The time he took trying to reach the young demon would be his down fall, for as he took his way down, he rained his mind completely over seeing that face and body still breathing.
It was when those crimson eyes lifted near the brink of death that they gained life, flickering brightly. Hiei's gaze became overwhelmed with a mixture of oceanic blues, speckling until none remained. Several swish sounds came shooting past Kuronue's body, all in a wicked scatter. A moment of retaliation did nothing to shield him from what was to come as soon he became engulfed by the barrage of ice colored spheres. The burn of connect rose from every portion of his body, each with its own explosive resolve.
Still he soared down, despite the building pain scalping over him. The storm of unfamiliar spiritual and youki auras howled extensively eruption flesh from muscle, bone from connection and feathers singed to both more than naked quills. His flight lowered the closer he came to the cliff's edge, his balance wobbled, eyes becoming laced with a lifeless color. He could see Hiei's face speechless and eyes flicked with nerved disdain, the garnet hue glistening.
Spheres tore through his body relentlessly until soon the weight of his body became too much to hold. Kuronue's wings tittered helplessly with little to no gain. He felt his end dawning quickly and in his mind's eye he could only think of one thing as he descended near the jutted edge. His hand reached in the breast pocket inside his vest and secured his precious jewel in his grasp.
Hiei opened his mouth but nothing came through to voice the entire scene of despair. It happened before him like the scene of time from so long ago. He'd been falling as well. No one had come to his rescue. No one did. And now here fate's cruel twist came to play as a joke by having Kuronue's body falling to the earth. He tried, he willed some power to call out to him, to say something, but inside he couldn't birth a single word from his lips. Not a one.
Even when his sights linked with the dying violet, he could say nothing. It was only when the slightest movement caught his eyes that he saw Kuronue reaching in his pocket and taking hold of something. Hiei knew what it was instantly and hurriedly tried to crawl pathetically to the side. He pushed his sword away, going around the villain's unmoving body filled with wild determination.
With what little strength he could muster, Kuronue's arm pulled back and tossed it, praying it would make it there. If it were his only wish, he wanted to make sure he kept his promise, his vow to be alive when the jewel was safely in Hiei's hand before he met his fate.
Hiei hissed against the razor pricks of pain taking ahold of his lower body but he continued on to the cliff, keeping his eyes on the gem floating high and as he neared he reached out his hand, pulling his wound along the dust covered ground. Rocks, pebbles, all sorts of debris collected in his flesh as he dragged on, until he came to hang over the cliff, hand stretched out.
The tip of the chain grazed his nails, just out of reach—"
Something sharp came flying past, spearing the link through its loop and holding it hostage right by Hiei's face. With wide eyes the Koorime stared at the cat's eye dangling off the handle of a crooked blade and turned his face back to see Kuronue's eyes crinkled before he was swallowed by the fire's essence.
. . . He stared and stared. Nothing moved. Everything became a muted floor. It was all a fast pace now. All his senses were wired to react in no way. Emotions he'd never felt to this day were coursing through his veins. Hiei couldn't bring himself to move or tear his eyes from where the cloud still indented Kuronue's descent.
He studied it all; everything in his line of vision as if waiting for a miraculous event to occur. It was slowly becoming a longing, almost a possessive need to see that face spring forth from the smog to call this nightmare a jest. Seconds felt like long beating hours. . . Kuronue was gone and in all the years Hiei had solely sworn to never have these emotions he'd allowed himself to be effected.
The pain was dull, strangling around the organ beating in his heart.
He could see nothing, hear nothing.
Even when the moment came when a shrilling pierce of cries came ringing angrily, he could not react as a swift kick jerked his body to the side.
"Fuckin' bastard," he heard the growl from above, followed by another rib crushing blow. Hiei's sides cried out with much distort as he rolled away, anguish hisses escaping through his fangs.
Yusuke kneeled to the ball of his knee and pointed his index right in Hiei's face, "Count your fuckin' stars Kuwa's not dead, otherwise you'd be in for a world of hurt." The pointed tip illuminated just as the fire demon opened his eyes, coming face to face with the generating orb. Yusuke disgustedly pulled his top lip over a glinting fang at the strong look of anger and snickered. "Tsk, what you wanna kill me?"
Hiei just looked at him, unnerved but his face was void of any emotional response besides wishful oblivion on his enemy. Authority and deep loathe shunned like a super nova in Hiei's gaze.
And it made Yusuke angry as he adjusted his finger dead center. "I'll wipe that got'damn look right off your face." The blue began to pearl in a tiny bead and as he stood tall, grew in size.
"Step away from him. . ." Came the low, deadly threat from afar.
Yusuke turned his bored eyes to the person behind, barely standing on a good leg. Rolling his eyes skyward, Yusuke raised his other hand, extending his index finger. "I ain't got time for bullshit Kurama," he delivered. "Either back the fuck off or get killed with 'em."
Kurama glared, lapping blades of ice frosting over his eyes in a deathly mint green. "You've been warned Yusuke. Think before you act. I have something you hold dear and I doubt you'll risk it." The wound in his side poured by trickles but he stood as if it held no pain. "Make a move, I guarantee he'll die."
"What—" Yusuke frowned, than his eyes stretched wide as he twisted around to Kuwabara's body. "Shit!" Covered from the tips of his speckled tail to the stab wound gorged in his back were what appeared to be tiny seedlings maneuvering over Kuwabara's body like trailing insects.
"Each seed carries a carnivorous blossom Yusuke, all of them capable of devouring him from the inside out. By the time you shot me or Hiei, you ears will be filled with Kazuma's cries. Make a choice."
"Son of a . . ." Yusuke lowered his finger, growling. In a turn of events the tables were switched from him being in control to that bitch Kurama taking over. If it were for his best friend . . . fuck. "Fine." Without thinking much of it, Yusuke used the ball of his foot to crawl under Hiei's limp body and propelled him around with one swing. "Take him," he says just as Hiei lands in Kurama's arms. "Now call off the little shitters before I change my mind."
Kurama held Hiei to his chest, a new world of relief sighing through his lips. He glanced at the unconscious Kazuma and snapped his fingers. In a second, all little seeds fell over smacking the ground like rounds of marbles.
"Bastard!"
It was a mistake Kurama realized at the last moment when Yusuke lifted his finger and pointed straight at them, howling the call of his attack and letting it blare out.
The shot came swirling in the directly at him—right for Hiei. Kurama didn't think, he only acted. With a turn too impossible for most, his life became only a meaningless distraction as he whirled around placing himself in front of the blast. The beam was different this time. It hadn't stopped as Kurama had assumed.
It came as a straight bullet, gutting through Kurama's body; Hiei's howls sizzled the heavens when it cut through the same stab wound opening. Injected fury burned but Kurama refused to let go. He held Hiei to him, taking the blunt of the attack as much as he could handle before the strain overtook him and the support of his knees gave out.
The dust kicked up with the slam of two distilled figures blanketing its face. Yusuke paused where he stood, seeing the whole thing take place. He lifted his finger to finish the job—only when he had, he saw the short one's fingers twitch, grasping desperately into Kurama's kimono. He heard what he thought was heavy effort and it turned out to be the fire demon shifting them around, putting himself quickly on the opposite side to face Yusuke.
The wound was deep, profusely gushing blood. . . But Hiei's were so fired it looked as if he could shoot the very flames from his eyes. He wouldn't move from here. He couldn't lose another person close—not so quickly, not this soon. "N-No," he haggard, looking steadily at the extended index. "You won't—not again." He wheezed scooting his back into Kurama's chest.
Yusuke focused intently on the fire demon, growing faintly bored with his pathetic attempts at bravery and sighed. "You're stupid ya know that? Here you are about to die and I could easily . . ." Hiei's eyes squint shut, shaking his head vigorously at whatever else was going to be said. He didn't care what happened. The shock of Kuronue's death rocked him to his core but Kurama—No. He couldn't lose him too. For God sake the pain was unbearable as it was with a first . . . a second would be uncanny . . . to . . . too surreal to image. "I-I'll kill you for him." He whispered around the gurgle of blood. "I w-won't l-let you . . . not him."
Yusuke rolled his eyes skyward, sunk his teeth. He's done a lot of shit in his day. Freaky crazy, murderous evil shit, but fuck if he didn't have a conscious for those who protected others . . . The old man was going to have his ass for this later. With a low sigh he lowered his finger and cross the plane to pick up his unconscious lover, slinging the useless mass over his shoulder. "Geez I can't take you anywhere," he grumbled more to himself then the silent audience.
Hiei watched the tyrant take his leave, watching the motion of his feet pad against the ground. He wasn't sure what kept him as strong as he was now despite the loss of blood but he managed to keep steady until the two left from view and that's when the rush of adrenaline began to remind him of the damage endured.
It hurt. Everything did. From the ache of everything rubbing so raw in his wounds and the sting of foreign youki devouring his innards . . . and to the pain of loss. . .
It became too much for him to deal with now. Emotions of so few comprehend flooded his mentality near insanity. He sought out the only means of answers to his despair toward the dangling jewel that hung from his sword and then his gaze became watery . . . just as he felt the spike of powerful youki erupt. . . so strong, so bold and so familiar. It was fighting; fighting against an even stronger force of nature.
Y-Yoko. . .

TBC: ~Sniffles~ . . . Man . . . Don't jump to any conclusions loves ok? The story has 3 or 4 long chapters left to go.
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