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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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Unanswered Questions
It was cold. The air was dangerously twisted with the auras of pure malice towards the silent infant leering through the crack of his wrappings. Sharp shards of flaked frosts flattened on his cheeks, sometimes landing in his only views to the world. The elderly crinkled eyes of ruby wisdom disdainly starred at the almond crimson of deeper cerise from the addition betrayal coursing through his veins.
"Rei, I know you and Hina are close, but you must do this for her own good and yours and ours. This Imiko, this boy of fire will slaughter us all."
The young maiden whimpered quietly clinging to the small child in her arms as she whispered, "I'm sorry," for the terrible sin she was forced into committing.
"Do not pity the beast." Came the acidic scold of her mother.
But the young woman couldn't contain her sympathy for the baby's misguided fortune. He shouldn't have been born in the embrace of her—their people. And now look what destiny has bestowed him only a day after being birthed? Only to be discarded into an even cruller world of greed, power, devilment and everlasting vengeance. She knew…if by some chance he were to survive, this child would return.
It'd been what he deserved to atone for their hateful crime.
The beautiful apprehension deemed the name Rei discreetly reached inside the breast hold of her kimono for the only gift she could grant the boy, in hopes that it would be his guide back to this world. "When you return to exact your revenger like I know you will, please kill me first." She whispered tucking the little tear gem in his bundle. It'll be what he deserves. To atone for the wickedly cold crime she was commanded into, vengeance would be exactly what he's rewarded if he survived.
Then she held her arms over the cliff's edge . . . and let go.
Hiei stirred in and out of his inner darkness from memories he vaguely recalled, but appeared in his mind clear as a snow's gem.
These were dreams as old as time but new as the freshest second, a taunting reminder always to be near and out of reach.
At times his eyes would gain just enough strength to briefly blink around the blurry unknown but it felt easier simply to succumb to the shadows. Though the spasms of pain rippling through his body would ache from the constriction tightened around his body, it did nothing to stop his thrashings.
Gods the fires inside him were erratically surging out of control. Harsh flashes of risen temperatures spouted through the very pours of his skin, transforming into beads of salted agony. The fires were going against him. Control was out of his hands. Why couldn't he contain his own flames? The very source of his life? Soundless gasps burst through his cracked lips and sadly his tongue was far too dry to moisten the bleeding clips of jutting skin.
He was hot, he was cold. Never both but assuredly one or the other would take over for the longest, confusing him. So much confusion blazed his mentality that he wasn't sure if the repelling stench of foreign blood was his or that of an intruder. If the latter . . . damn it all, he was at whomever's mercy, forced to submit because of his pathetic inability to suppress something as simple as a common cold.
The enemy was getting closer. Much to close for his comfort. So he began to thrash around wildly and as untamed as a savage in hopes of frightening the unknown spirit away who wished for his death. Death . . . death will not claim him. No, not until he completed his task. The grasps of the reaper's melody wouldn't lure him into the pits of limbo until he said so. But when the scent came closer, Hiei couldn't hold back the warning growl that came out as more of grunted whimper. An emotion Hiei rarely felt boiled in his stomach due to his weakened senses and physical inadequacy. To be lying on one's back with their bare neck exposed to the enemy expressed submission or vulnerability.
But the scent of the disgusting unknown didn't attempt to strike him down. The liquid spill of cool water fell between his lips before landing soothingly over his brow. Light tips of rough fingers glided over the pulse of his neck, but never would the danger try to kill. An easy chance to kill him now would be sufficient but nothing happened. The simple caresses seemed to act as a message to ease his concern. In that instant his eyes were able to wearily flutter open, his vision still blinded, but all he could fairly make out was bright red. The shade of his fire held above him. The hue of blood. Then he'd return to the pits of limitless black.
This happened many times. He'd awaken to feel warm hands grazing his chest with a soaking swathe and his brow brushed free of his sweat drenched tresses to place a cool cloth over. His senses were recovering. So much so that he could smell the scent of one he knew well enough.
The Little Fool. The pup's quiet distress could be heard from time to time. So close but distant. Should Hiei be worried if the pup is near? Is this a sign? So he . . . is he. . . safe from harm?

The affray of clashing hazel burned evenly with the rounder shape of emerald, the colliding waves of sun daringly piercing the earth. But like all the elements were never willingly placed into submission unless forced. Though the earth would eventually bend to the sun's power.
After a long stare down, Kurama broke the silent combat. "He stays Yoko. This child will be of no responsibility to you."
"I asked for an explanation. Do not dodge with an unwanted answer." Yoko voiced smoothly as his hand tightened around the human's arm. "Why is Kisa here? Was he not banished with his dam?"
"Yes," Kurama replied to the question he already knew, and went on, unfazed by the grip cracking his bone. "I went to retrieve him from Fasha once I learned of her hideaway. But she wasn't there." This time his right eye flinched as the grip became tighter. "He belongs here."
Yoko glanced down at the very creature that resembled him beyond a doubt before casting his icy gaze at the person responsible. "I sent them away for a reason Shuichi, yet you bring back a child I do not wish to own. Where is the vixen that bore him? Should she not be here nursing this child instead of you?"
"I know not of her present location nor do I care. Kisa was the only one I searched for, not her."
"Did you not hear what I said?" Said the chilled smoothness Yoko expressed with a slant of his eyes. "Take the child from here. I don't want a kit to be burdened with." The statement left no room for debate though Kurama was never the sort to be deterred from his goal.
"You say you don't want the burden of a child, yet you cared for one before. Tell me Yoko, since when does the Master Thief become his own hypocrite?"
The snap of truth temporarily caught the fox off caught guard before the superiority returned. "When necessary."
"This time isn't one of them."
"And who are you to say otherwise?"
It wasn't until the warm sensation of liquid poured over Yoko's laced fingers had he realized his grip had gone further than need be. The wound he'd lapped clean had returned its reddened journey down Kurama's arm and spilled over the Youko's pale claws. Without missing a beat, Yoko lifted the inflamed cut to his lips, the tip of his tongue tracing the inside. "Will you forever defy me little one?" He muffled against the span of warm skin. "A child will hinder my daily routine. You know he doesn't belong here."
Kurama softened his eyes. "The boy deserves to know his father."
Yoko kept the wound suckled on his tongue as his slanted eyes met the determined green, his licks still tending to the human's arm. "You want this kit to know a father who doesn't want him? Why charge yourself with a crime you had no part in?"
"He needn't be raised by you to know who his sire is. I can easily be the replacement."
"For a child that has no kinship to you?" After a final lick, Yoko finally withdrew, his eyes diligently settled on the little mirror image, peeking at him shyly through eyes of a brighter hue. When his hazel calmly closed off the innocent face, he released his hold on Kurama's arm and stepped back. "You'll only cause more aggravation for this band Shuichi. You have enough issues dealing with them as you are and now you want to add the mix of a demon child. My child no less." He mused, opening a more gentle shade of caramel. "You're nothing more than a masochistic fool for punishment."
Tension slowly began to dissolve in the cave. "Then your approval is given."
"Not entirely," He frowned. "But you'll refuse to take a 'no' either way." Before another wisp of air escaped his lips, Yoko appeared behind Kurama's back, wrapping his arm around the human's waist and the claws of his other hand posted evilly against the faded pink line on Kurama's neck. "The matter will be brought up again, but I'd rather hear you explain the reason for why this other person's scent is on you."
"Hm," Kurama tilted his head up, the flow of his bloody hair pressed against his lover's shoulder. "It's best I show you before you consider slitting my throat."
"Will it give me reason to?"
Kurama chuckled, breaking free of the deadly embrace. "That decision will be up to you," As he stepped around the lucid fox, Kurama snuck a small grin as curled as the line of leaf blade before disappearing out the entry.
And as said of the fox who never gives up the chase of his prey, Yoko followed out after him.

By the way evening horizon, the sun's setting glow spilled a perfect spotlight on the slumber fire demon, stirring him awake from his weighty sleep. The slight sting of hot burn his eyelids and not even the lift of his hand could shield away most of the orange glow that eased through the cracks of his fingers. "Damn," hissed his scratchy voice, raw from lacked usage. A rain of coughs dusted off his windpipes as he pushed himself up halfway with much effort, still groaning from the barrage of setting sunshine.
Now sitting on his ass he could—well try to look around this rough place. And—he blinked his vision to a clearer perspective—where the hell was this supposed rough place? How did he get here? And—he lifted the sheets—where was his katana, his cloak, and shirt? He'd been stripped down to his pants, not even his boots were on.
Let's see what he can deduce from his surroundings through eyes still slacked with his usual twenty, twenty vision. He was brought to some unknown, cave by the looks of it. But a rather comforting cavern to say the less. He was lying on some very fine silk and satin blankets by the feel of it. His hand slid over the slippery, flush material as his mind slowly took in the rest of this space. What little sun was left, momentary gave view to not much else. Besides him, these covers and a few pillows there wasn't much else to brag on about this little dint in a wall.
Which didn't help in the department of him wondering where the hell his belongings were. Not a single item was in range from what little he could make out anyway.
"You're awake I see," The statement said, startling Hiei into immediate defense.
The fire demon snarled, eyes blazing an devilish red at the intruder coming to finish him off. Through less then fluent grace, Hiei kicked back the sheets and tried standing only to discover the world was against him and unbalanced beneath his feet. What little reserved strength he'd gained managed to keep him afloat by the ball of his knee as he cast the most demonic sneer toward the shadowy figure blocking the pinking skies. "Who—" he went into a terrible series of dry coughs, but tried speaking again. "Who the hell's there?"
The dark being came into his line of view. "The one who holds your life in his hands."
Hiei's widened before narrowing distastefully. "You," he spat acidly. That fucking human from before. The bastard who'd poisoned into this weakened state. Another task of trying to stand tall failed miserably as he yet again Hiei fell to the ground, this time landing on his side.
Kurama stepped inside the cave resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the pathetic demon's actions. "You're still weak. Lie still," He said evenly.
"Be gone with you," Hiei rasped struggling to gain his ground. "I don't need to hear the obvious from that of a human."
"This human was the one who cared for you," Kurama returned flatly.
By now Hiei was poised on his elbow, one eye flashing angrily at the inferior devil approaching. "Do not expect any gratitude. I didn't," He coughed. "I didn't ask for your help."
Kurama kneeled before the low down demon. "Nor did I want to give it, but you're the only one who can answer the questions I have."
"Tough luck. I don't answer to mortals," Hiei shifted from one elbow to both, praying for enough strength to propel him up to sitting. He'd be damned if he was stationed lower than a fucking human. How utterly revolting to have been cared for like a child by this fool's hands. More than his pride was struck down—
Suddenly his stomach heaved violently and the contents of whatever was stored inside came out spilled all over his bedding. He was sickened to the point of emptying his bowels by this creature's presence. Hiei wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leading over to flop back on his back, spread eagle. Dear holy ones above he'd been tended to by a human. A human. Degrading was not the word to describe his disgust at having been touched by that beast. The mere thought forced his eyes shut against the nauseating dizziness spinning his brain off its axis.
Pants of exhaustion forced his eyes open in time to see the human's green eyes staring at him from above. Hiei shot up urgently, shoving the fool away and lost balance when he came against the nearest wall. "Stay the hell away from me!" He shouted through the sour taste in his throat. "I don't want you touching me or near me for that matter!"
Narrowing his eyes at the obvious show of discarded thanks or gesture of gratification, Kurama stood dusting off the dirt of his robe. "Fine, if you wish to cower in the corner like an abused mongrel, do as you will. I have no reason to offer my assistance any longer." Kurama replied facilely. "When you learn the common courtesy of a basic thank you or at the very least a well-mannered response, I shall return."
"Trust me, your help is the last thing I need," Hiei whispered weakly to the retreating human's back. When the mortal's scent disappeared, Hiei allowed gravity to take its toll snatching his stiff joints to the ground. Sweat slowly pearled over his brow, leaking over his heating face to drip off his chin. He still hadn't healed as much as he'd assumed. Movements were still to jerked and stiffened. But he'd be damned to the deepest part so limbo ten times over before he allowed the stench of a filthy human to touch him or anyone.
A jolt of something hot shot through his spine lurching him forward to his hands and knees. Pain. Sheering white hot pain snaked up and down the paths of his nerves knocking him completely off balance to his side. The smacking sound of his face connecting to the cave's rough floor, echoed as loud as the beat of his heart in his ears.
How pathetic. To be rendered immobile by the illness normally handled with no ease by weaker beings but here he lied beaten down like a damn dog. And all because of his weakness to the cold.
"Mmm."
Hiei's eyes shot open the minute he heard the trembling peep of a tiny little voice next to his ear. The red round iris shifted up right to see the two giant yellow eyes blinking sadly. "Eeep."
"Lit-little fool." Hiei muffed the tiny pup's name on a dirty, surprised huff at seeing his face so close. Why the name of this brat came as a relieved sigh was beyond him but he cared not. At the moment this child's face seemed to put his mind at ease. Interesting, he mused inside. This boy is able to calm him more than any other. A small, defenseless, powerless, weak, child. A thin lined compressed over his lips as he sighed. Such a little fool he was. To care for a demon adult he knew nothing of? Innocence proceeds this boy's pure heart indeed . . .
"Mmm." Kisa crawled over and around to flatten his tummy against Hiei's face gripping the tangles of his sweaty hair between his claws and licked over the salt beading his brow. "Eep, eep," he seemed to question while nuzzling his plump cheek on Hiei's forehead.
"How- how did you," Words failed him as Kisa pressed the ball of his tummy against his mouth silencing anything else he wanted to ask. Though it wasn't as if he'd get much from this brat's mouth anyway besides a bunch of whines and whimpers. But still the sound of that little heartbeat was enough to lure him into a calmer intensity. He could figure out whatever he could later . . . for now he'll get some rest.
Kisa settled in humming his contentment at finally being reunited with his big friend and nuzzled his face in the tuff of ebony hair until he too fail into a cozy, warm slumber.

Unbeknownst to the fire Koorime outside, two pairs eyes studied his interaction with the child closely compared to his earlier frenzy.
"His scent matches the one around your neck." Yoko voiced from his position by the cave entry. "What is your connection with him?"
"None," Kurama answered curtly. "There is nothing connecting us."
"Then why care for him? He obviously doesn't want it."
"It's my help he refuses personally," Kurama stepped back from the cave frame, to gaze over the glittering territory layered with freshly fallen snow.
Yoko chuckled kicking off the wall, folding his arms. "Then why keep him here?"
"Because he holds answers only he can give and once he does you can do what you will with him."
"No, I don't believe he is my trash to clean," Yoko came to stand next to the inwardly fuming human. "Again I come home to find even more baggage I don't need." He sighed breathing the white puff through his nose. "Once he gives you what he needs and he's healed, send him on his way."
Kurama's expression remained cold and held his chin high. "As you wish." With that little agreement settled, he turned on his heel prepared to leave.
"Shuichi?"
Said human stopped in place, both keeping their back towards the other
Yoko's voice carried to Kurama's ears like the flow of frozen river. "Kisa's stay is still up for discussion. I'd advise you not get any more attached then you are now."
". . . Otherwise it'll be just as painful as the first time."
The Youko turned but Kurama had already gone before another word could be spoken.

TBC: Rocky start but hey things don't come easy. Hiei's involvement will increase come the next chapter. ^_^
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