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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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Broken

There were many times Yoko Kurama knew his recklessness and cocky arrogance would be his eventual downfall. The days were counted and calculated for when he'd do his final quest and end up taken down by someone he'd pissed off. He knew the day would arrive, though as unpredictable as it was, he was aware it'd come soon. Until then, he'd somehow been blessed with the fortune of fools, always narrowly escaping death's grasp and amused at its numerous attempts to bring him to the gates of hell.
Well perhaps it'd succeed this time around. This battle of youth versus wisdom, rank versus command, cleverness versus untamed predictability, all of these differences would weigh down heavily in the other's favor.
When it came to speed comparisons, it would be Yoko's current enemy. The force of physical velocity would only be a crucial aid for the rapidly sprinting villain charging towards him. With his arms kicked back V style, he tore through the soot absorbed ground, eyes licked with bleeding red and an iris of pure animalistic black. This would not be him as his more controlled concentration, or intellectual form.
This matter would be of two demons, demanding dominance and orderly control over the survivor, or if the fates were against one of them, death. No weapons, no youki forces at hand; it'd only be based on raw power and determination to live.
Claws, bodily force, and flawless strength, and speed would be used here. The gap closed between them by degrees of rapidity and from witnesses nearby, it was the slowly impending moment of phenomenal collision. Demonic growls hummed like the pride of thunder and footsteps slammed the ground with dense indention.
Raizen's talons were extended to their limits of two thick inches; his hair flew behind like flaps of whirlwind mist. His eyes of kingly management were exchanged for the solidified glow of crimson murder.
The space between them evaporated in an instant and soon the metallic rhythm of devilment began. Actions came and went in a blaze of swiftness and sharp attacks. Razors thin tips clawed their opponents in hopes of ripping off a portion of the flesh it protected. Feet shuffled in quickened huffs, knock piles of dark earth around the mayhem. The sounds of assaulting madness, seemed endless, the rounds of disgruntled groans and growls, only fastened in a mingle of tangled octaves until neither could identify who was who.
Eventually a hit was struck down and the smell of contorted blood jelled heavily in the air as wicked as the scent of scorching flesh; a rather disturbing odor that wrenched a long drag through their nostrils as they stared the other down. A hand went to cup the deep gutted slash through tough skin and the look of agony refused to suffer in those red eyes, but he could not deny how fatal this wound be.
The Yoko gasped through the clench of his locked fangs as he steadied his ground, feet planted firmly. The adrenaline flow cured the intelligent acknowledgment he would normally have at how to fix the engorged injury. However if for just a moment he chose to turn his eyes away from those barreling dangerously upon him, he'd conceit his body to defeat and a knowing demise. The second he turned his eyes away, Raizen would be on him and have his claws dug to the base in the fox's body.
The blood flow was deep, it was a heavy price but he could still fight.
Yoko removed his hand from the trio of growing slits and crouched down on all fours, snarling as was as if his caged nature. A fox cornered by a stronger predator only enforced a strong will to fight. Another challenge was admitted for his foe.
Raizen took it without hesitation and engaged with extreme prejudice. He'd came for this fox child's head and he'd have it or have the pulse of this fool's heart beating in his fist. He dared to defy him over the countless years of his birth. Days or months of being made a fool of were at their end this time.
Attacks were traded with powerful blows, Raizen smirked and the Yoko's expression remained unchanged despite the transaction. In the lapse of an eye wink, many assaults were tasseled and blood was shed many more times. The Yoko staggered back, holding on his destroyed arm or rather what was left of it.
Fangs had gnawed and detached mouth full portions on the upper and lower sections. Blood flowed without care as to where it'd land and disregarded any discrimination as to where it'd seep. The down grade of energy was starting to take a hold of the fox demon's eyes as they dimmed from brilliant red to a dull, listless burgundy.
Raizen hunkered down to the bridge of his knees, knuckles resting primitively in the dirt as he dampened his own instincts, "I'll give you credit Boy. You managed to get a shot at my chest."
Evidence of claw erosions building where tiny dribbles of blood, finally aroused where Raizen spoke of, but they would hardly count as anything life threatening. The Yoko might as well have been sharpening his talons on bare dragonite. That little bit of harm will heal in matter of minutes.
Nonetheless, the young fox wouldn't resist a chance at keeping his cool despite his less than intimidating appearance. "I can't say I'm faring too well as you, but these are mere scratches."
"Scratches you say?" Raizen chuckled. "You are indeed the lucky fool everyone calls you. As deep as those wounds are, I'm surprised you haven't collapsed from the blood loss."
He was right. Raizen's deadly points had tasted Yoko's body four times, as well as his fangs and with each one dealt; lethal damage was left behind. The scent of the fox's own blood was clotting horribly in his nostrils.
The pain was enormously unforgiving. Yoko's face was immaculate, with only his panting lips and narrowed eyes giving proof of being worn down so quickly. How amusing this would be in life's humiliating way. He'd known this battles outcome from the start yet he pursued the mission anyway. Pathetic pride had been his undoing, a mistake he couldn't worry about now or blame anyone else for.
"You've caused enough damage to my kingdom Boy," Raizen quietly determined. "Its' time you remembered who reigned over this world."
Yoko simply snickered around the glop of red pooling in his cheeks, "I hadn't forgotten who ruled here King." He shrugged a shoulder and flinched from the strain. "I simply ignored it and did as I pleased. Whether you commanded this world or not mattered not to me. I would still steal for the thrill and enjoy it until the day someone killed me off . . ."
And it was as the demon lord palmed his hands on the ground and arched his back high, that the Yoko gradually accepted his fate because of his own foolishness. It seemed the day had come that someone would indeed kill him off.

He didn't know what propelled him to pull his gory remains on. Perhaps was it an unseen need to keep them all alive or not to lose what was gained. Each step brought him closer to a deadly end and yet he kept going with more than his own weight to tote. On the cup of his shoulder, Kurama's head rested in a dark slumber, and behind them both a wiggled, wide path of hemic cloys followed.
Kuronue's plummet swelled an organ in Hiei's chest as much as it did for the missing child. He had no idea where the boy could be. Detecting his scent in the midst of all these smells were damn near impossible. Something told him the lad was still alive but he couldn't be too sure. For now, the only person he knew of as being a survivor was the one nestled protectively on his back as he inched on, step by grueling step.
The hole in his chest flexed and stretched with every move he made. The agony was ignored, he didn't have time to worry about his condition. The fox's life force was depleting too fast. Hiei automatically assumed the worst when he felt the demon lord's youki clashing around the entire territory.
He could only pray he wouldn't be too late to do what he could to help.
He'd already lost one loved one.
He'd be damned if he let another slip away from him.

There were only several feet separating them now. Raizen was slowly closing in on his pray, with his hands outstretched for a final blow. One hand was targeted straight for the heart and the other, raised above to slice away the fox demon's head. Two means of permanent disposal that would assure his eternal erase from this world.
And yet . . . for the oddest moment in time. . . he couldn't imagine why on earth he'd see things of value in his foresight.
It's been said a person's life flashes before their eyes when facing the devil's sword head on. What it did speak of when it came to memories? Scenes of his life slid through his mental chains, unlinking the acceptance he held in control and forcing open his vulnerability.
"Mmm . . . Mmm . . . Eeep. Eeep."
"You've done well Little One"
Kisa. . . my son. . .
"What do you want me to say Hiei? That I jumped over to save you for some malicious purpose? You're not worth the trouble it takes to keep just one person. If I said I didn't want to see you die, not even that answer would suffice would it?"
"You wouldn't come after me. You said it yourself I'm not one to be troubled keeping around. You hurt yourself for me. For my life. It wasn't worth the attempt."
"I had you worried. It was never my intention to have you concerned about me. If I nearly died it wouldn't have been without purpose. You would've at least lived. My injuries are my own fault Hiei, not yours."
"You can be such a bastard, you know that. One minute you're an ass, the next you're a dick. Mood swings and crazed idiotic mind, I haven't the slightest idea why I even bothered asking."
Hiei. . . my. . . my. . .
"You—him, I mean you and him, it's just—damn. How do you do it?"
"The young fire demon? You want to trouble yourself with that brat?"
"Yo' Piggge!"
Kuronue. . .
"Damned Fool. Hn."
"I love you Yoko."
"You belong to me Shuichi."
"Yes Yoko, forever and always."
Shuichi . . . my own.
Memories. There were so many. How odd that they consisted of others and not of himself. Kisa his flesh and blood born child, hardly knew him past being a guardian. His child, his son. Hiei—his feelings toward the fire demon were still uncomprehendable and yet so easy to understand. Kuronue, his right hand man and a long term friend, still needed his guidance, his wisdom to bring him forth in the world. Then Shuichi . . . the love of his life that he vowed to be with. The very same child he devoted his life protecting.
Would he really give up so easily? To forsake those who devoured his very presence upon sight? Could it be that simple to leave it be and let them go about their lives without him? . . . or could he even think of causing his loved ones such pain from his death. Yoko knew the risks of doing what he did. Why chance them living in misery?
Or was it that he couldn't see them living on without him in it? To see his son grow up? To age alongside Shuichi as one. To be there for Kuronue until he grew out of his immaturity; and for Hiei. . . how could he leave this world and never discover what it was he sense for the Koorime?
No, there was too much. There were far too many things to live for to die this way.
How could he even process the thought of giving in to this tyrant? No, no he wouldn't submit.
He wouldn't submit.
Raizen's gripe scrolled around Yoko's throat, and the split minute before his fist came for his chest cavity, the fox raised his hand and slashed across the demon lord's right eye. A terrible howl roared through the environment as the demon felt his face peeling away from muscle ligaments and coiling in a fierce burn.
The demon lord tossed the fox demon to the ground on impulse to cover his right eye, inspecting the damage delivered. Four five inch slash wounds curving from his left temple and directly across his right eye, bleed and poured sourly in the Toushin's hand.
The Youko hadn't budged when his body fell to the ground but a smile tugged the muscles in his face for the deviant glare he was sure would be on him soon enough. There was a pause after the shrills died and the minutely anticipation where Yoko waited for those claws to come tearing his hide from his very bones. It became silent, eerily so. His ears picked up no vibrations of movement, no detection of rushing.
It was almost deafening, this patience and waiting. His eyes were closed for the considerable amount of time it would've taken for him to meet his end, and still it never came. The questionable delay started to annoy him and so he slowly opened one then his other eye painstakingly slow as the adrenaline cure died away. With the wounds finally anchoring his body to the ground he hadn't been aware of anything to his surprise, otherwise he would've noticed the change in winds and the blurry vision above being the shrouding blanket of hair bestowing him a momentary shade from the bearing sunshine.
"Your face changed," Said the mixture of natural growl and deepness. "Before you'd accepted your fate to me, your submission to me; how change that that should change the moment before your demise."
Yoko chuckled, and feebly nodded, "Yes I had; for the moment I conceited to my fate."
Raizen frowned, and gently lowered his claws down to the wiggled veins buried underneath thin flesh. "Before your die, explain why you decided your life was worth living for?"
"Does it," Yoko coughed and tried again. "Does it matter? You'll kill me despite my answer."
"Indeed I will, but humor me anyway."
The Youko was amused at this final words process, that the demon lord so graciously decided to bestow him and figure there was no reason to find anything at this point and time. He was nearing his death now, why carry this burden to his grave? "I have a clan to care for. A son, a lover, a friend and one I have yet to say how I feel for."
"A family?" Raizen cogitated in boredom. "That was the reason for your momentary insanity? You sliced my face from ear to ear for the sake of living for others . . . such a foolish notion." The demon king pressed his claws consecutively on the vein, pressurizing each nail. "You'll die for people who will move on without you after you're gone. Why risk wanting to live for a fact you already know?"
Shrugging an inflicting shoulder, the fox youth swallowed where the claws meet his skin. "Perhaps hoping I'd get a chance to make a change for their sake." He closed his eyes to put forth more concentration into the words that cracked his lips. "A difference, if you will."
"A difference?"
Another nod confirmed it. "There remains nothing of the empire I'd built of my life here. I could move on and start again with them all. In another room, a fresh start."
Raizen snickered darkly at that. "You couldn't have this revelation before I wasted my time coming here?" His claws broke the skin where they laid rested and now aroused. "Nonetheless, it means nothing now. I came here with the purpose of ridding my kingdom of your sorry carcass."
"I doubt that. You may rid this world of my physical existence but the fact remains King," Yoko shifted his head so that to stare directly in the eyes of the devil himself, holding a teaspoon of his life with one prick. "I still reigned here as the greatest thief. My name will always be remembered for as long as there's a living demon around. And you'll always know that I was the one who wreaked havoc in your lands." Blood trickled from the corner of his lips. "I'll still live on."
"Maybe," Raizen's claws began enter, incredibly precise, lifting under the skin's first layer. "But I'll always remember how it was I that took your life."
The pain was outstandingly torturous and god help him he was in too much agony to even cry out as peels of flesh lifted with the indents burrowing in his body. The hand met to rip out his beating organ nailed through the muscle liniments, destroying each strain. Blood vessels wept in pearls from barely stitched raises.
Raizen carefully eased all his claws down as far and as time consuming as he wished, watching the soundless gasps bob the thief's adam's apple and the eyes of honey stretch to the widest capacities. Yoko's chest wailed violently to heave out the floods of fluids gradually filling his innards.
"Does it hurt Boy?" Raizen inquired, flaying away another small layer.
The Yoko twitched his fingers, wanting to will some form of control in the plant life around but couldn't conjure up the slightest spark of life around. Everything had been burned to little or nothing.
"Why not kill me?" He wheezed hatefully. "Instead of going about—," Merely talking only worsened his condition further. Silence would be best for this predicament.
"Yes," Raizen suddenly pressed his palm flat on Yoko's shoulder, snapping the collarbone with little effort and licked his lips at the howl of a wounded animal call forth to the skies. "I digress this bit of fun has lost its appeal." The king stood tall, eyes dulled of concern or feelings for what he was about to commit. "You've lived long enough child. Its' about time you accepted punishment." Raising his hand high above, Raizen prepared for the final assault.
The master thief tried to swallow, finding not enough moisture in his mouth to even complete this action and mustered enough energy to speak, "Go for it."
"No!"
Mid descent, Raizen paused, turning his gaze over a pile of what appeared to be crumbled limbs. On closer inspection he discovered that the one who dared to tell him to halt was nothing more than an even young child, possibly no older than his own son.
Hiei stumbled forward, dropping down to his knee with one hand glued to the gaping hole in his stomach. "L-leave him be. He's," Hiei swallowed and spat out the dried jell of blood caught in his tongue. "He's down. He can't harm you. Just . . . just let him go."
Raizen fixated his sights on the lad as if he'd lost his mind. "And what is your relation with this thief? If a follower, you should expect the same treatment soon. If not, then be off with you."
"I-I won't leave. I'm a fri—" The word had eased from his lips just as suddenly as the swish of wind carried the scent of power directly behind the Koorime. One intake of breath and he found Raizen's nose pressed deep in neck. The nostrils flared wide with his smell and rolled from side to side on the demon lord's tongue as he sought through the odors for proof of his identification.
"You're the Forbidden Child aren't you? The boy who was raised by that band of thieves near the Blood Heart Coves," Raizen accessed through the smell of blood and gore. "You've already cheated death once little boy. Don't be a fool and lose to it this time."
"I want him to live," Hiei shakily murmured, careful of the obvious dominance in his presence. "I can't lose another—gah!" Thick, lengthy fingers wrapped tight around the fire demon's throat and lifted him easily three feet.
"Your own life is on the line little boy. I suggest you worry about your affairs instead of others."
"I don't- I don't care," Hiei gagged, trying to hook some space between the demon's grasp with his fingertips.
Raizen whirled the lithe around in his iron grip, gaze overlapped with annoyance. "You thieves are like ants, kill one and more follow. You just won't die."
Hiei's response came with futile struggles to free himself of the deadly grip. "Leave him be," Was all he cared to say despite his safety.
This in a way puzzled the elder demon with a twinge of interest, "You still want him spared even when you'll likely die . . . interesting."
"Yeah that's what I said," Said an approaching force from behind.
Raizen kept his focus on the limp creature in his hand as he spoke over shoulder, "Have fun son?"
"Hell yeah," Yusuke came to stand by his father, hunching Kuwabara's unconscious form on his shoulder. "But I'm gettin' sick of this place. Smells like hot ass and dead bodies." Uramishi lazily slid his maple cold eyes to the shorter man, then widened in surprise when he saw his chest heaving and deflating. "Damn kid, you're still kickin'?"
Raizen looked between the pair with little interest, "You've fought him then?"
"The little shit took out Kuwabara," Yusuke sighed, poking his unconscious friend. "But he's got balls I'll give 'em that. He tried to get himself killed over a human of all things."
"Do tell," Raizen returned his sights to the still squirming Koorime, now with a newfound intrigue. "So you're that desperate for that happily ever after?"
"Seems that way," Shrugged Yusuke, adding a sniff of disdain. "I say let the assholes drop dead together."
"Die together," Raizen drawled the two words around in his mouth, shifting around at the prone Youko, the distilled human, then to the captive in his wrapped snug in his fingers. "Hm."
The next few seconds would forever be engraved in Hiei's mind for the remainder of his life. It all came as a blur before the darkness settled in. He'd recalled his body being thrown only a foot away from the Youko's body and in a blink a hand coming down through his leader's body. The soundless gasp similar to giving in to the throes of death couldn't have echoed louder than they had then.
The pain of seeing the Youko's face erupt in a slew of blood, with the very life fluids spouting from his chest cavity. Hiei sealed his eyes tight, hands clenching open and closed as exhaustion drained what little energy he had stored.
In and out of slumber he could see what appeared to be a pair of feet coming his way before the spill of dark chocolate hair curtained him in shady black.
"Listen kid," the voice said to him from above. Hiei squinted searching for the voice's source just as a body wedged sensation began to cool where his hole had been. "If you can live on, get you and the rest of your band of pussies out of here." The pair of feet shifted and began walking away. "My old man won't be so forgiving a second time around. . ."
There was nothing else that came after that; only darkness came from there. A darkness Hiei was becoming accustomed too.

It'd been a very difficult task but somehow in his childish determination Kisa managed to maneuver through the maze of catacombs on his hands and knees, using his nose to sniff for freedom. Time had been a terrible fiend, going on and on forever. The slim piece of earth that acted as his foggy window and long since dulled to bitch black as did the rest of the tiny sized cavern.
The earth behind him had given way on its own account and opened to a line of many paths but lush colored greenery enabled him to navigate his way through for nearly an hour until soon he was able to surface above.
His tiny head popped through the tight hole that he concluded would be his only way out and he shrilled at the top of his lungs in hopes of someone coming to his aid. "Eeep!"
Nothing or anyone seemed to return his call, so he tried once more. "Eeep, Eeep!"
Little Fool's large ears fanned from side to side, scouring for a large adult but still received no force of contact. Resigning himself to being his own help, Kisa soon figured out how to wedge his body free and waddled on his fours looking for familiar faces. Using his nose proved fatal for his maturing senses.
The devouring scent of rotting burnt flesh torment his nose so, he strained to cover his nose and wander on his two stubby legs. The day had grown terribly dark. He was getting frightened at every little creak or movement from somewhere in the multiple forms all unmoved and still in scattered locations. Whenever he neared one of those unseen molds his nose would burn on fire from the distasteful odor and he'd scurry off in tears.
How long he'd been aimlessly going he hadn't the slightest clue. His tiny heart ached sadly for the affection of any of his guardians.
Tears pooled in his eyes and as he reached his hand up to scrub them clean the smell of brimstone perked his button nose to the side. Both triangle folds whirled around in excitement as he turned his head from side to side, "Eeep, Eeep, Eeep!" He called out for his dark friend.
He allowed his sense of smell to be his guide leading him to where the perfume of relief would take him. He dodged and waddled around the mountains of forms in his way, following his smell for Hiei's. Speed feed into his feet to hurry toward the smell until he saw it was coming from one of the dark lumps.
Kisa stopped so fast his mope of silver hair flopped forward over his eyes. He blew them away and paused, tilting his head to the side. Slowly, very slowly he inched slower to the immobile figure, sniffing it more and more, unsure if this thing was actually his friend. Several times, he used his fingers to poke and probe the thing but nothing happened.
"Mmm," he curiously hummed sniffing and still confused. His palm patted the cloth of clothing and immediately his hand drew back when he felt liquid stickiness glue to his hand.
He frowned and looked closer with what little vision he could.
He had no light for some time until by the grace of some unknown forces a spillage glow of light from above came. Just a trickle of spotlight from the moon's late shimmer came barreling down on the sin of despair that covered the once flourishing territory and it served as a deadly lesson for the tiny child.
The more the light shun the more he took in what he'd been saved from. The ground was blanketed in the bodies of the men he'd been raised around. The sight of them horrifically terrorized Kisa's large eyes as he circled in place upon the devastation that was once his home. It frightened him. He was scared. There was blood, faces of disfigured people, the smell of death finally taking effect.
His spiral of grief ended when he came to land on the body that he gradually discovered wasn't just a piece of debris. It was the last face the moon was able to display before she retrieved her cloak of light behind the clouds.
Kisa's heart died inside at the lifeless look that welcomed him upon view. Those eyes so normally filled with natural anger and disregard for all others . . . those red eyes were dulled and listless. . .
"Eeep," he shakily squeaked, dropping beside Hiei's body and pushing it to move. "Eeep, Eeep Eeep, Eeep!" He shrieked for revival, demanding an answer that his friend was ok.
Nothing happened.
He waited eyes wide and scared. Pearls fell from his eyes as he tried more, to awaken his friend to scare off the fear that boiled in his tummy, but still he gained nothing. "Eeep . . . Eeep," His fingers grasp the bloodied clothes wanting the man to awaken. He shook effortlessly but in the end he resolved himself to burrowing his body in Hiei's hair and weeping out his loneliness.
Kisa wept, huffing and heaving out with much sorrow as he wrapped his short arms around Hiei's head and wrapped his legs around the demon's leg, seeking what little warmth remained in his body. Timid licks cleaned off the dried flakes of blood that covered Hiei's face until the taste became too foul for the kit to sustain.
Eventually he gave into settling his body as close to the Koorime's face as he could, silently crying for as long as he could that night.
He never budged that night. Not once did he leave Hiei's face, where soon Little Fool's tummy found a pleasant setting there and he sighed with relief.
The night whined on. Kisa stared at Hiei's semi cleansed face, wanting that signature frown to appear to tell him to go away, for some sign of life to give him word that it was safe to be a brat. And so he waited. . . and waited. . . and waited. . . until he felt the urge deep, very deep in the pit of his stomach to try something. . .
Something he couldn't fathom what but it came as stuttered as a weak caress of lips to a rose petal.
"H. . . Hi. . . H. . Hiwee. . ." Kisa swallowed, stunned speechless at himself for uttering a word; just like his elders. The word sounded pleasant. "Hi-Hiwee. . . Hiwee. . . Hiwee."
It'd been his savior the duration of the night until slumber tucked him in the darkness.
He hadn't even realized by morning's light that there had been movement where an arm and curved around his body and pulled him closer to secure him protectively from harm.
". . .damned Little Fool. . ."

TBC: I feel it was rushed but eh what can you do? Lol I'll make up for the OOCness next chapter ok? Ok.
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