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One Body, Two Minds	By : Ametank Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 6524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.A/N: BWAHAHAHA Against all odds I'm back with a new installment of OBTM. Not much to say except that I'm relieved it's finally done. Sorry for the long wait. Expect another chapter by this time next week. Cross your fingers and leave love in reviews, and it just might happen too!

.Chapter 6: The Club

~~~ �As far as everyone knows, ________(your name), you�re dead. That means your brother is the only one left.� ~~~
You wrench away from Kurama on some unseen impulse that drives you to hide the images that flood your mind from him. Later on you would think back and pretend, at least openly, that you'd been protecting Kurama in case he needed to fight, but that's not even close to the truth. In truth, discovering who these people were, and what they were to you, had stunned you, and you weren't ready to share the onslaught of memory that poured itself over you at his blunt revealing of this fresh bit of information.

Your brother is the last one. He's going to be next. Like your parents�like you�like yourself. You remember the pain, the way it roared over you in a blinding rush that tore sounds from your throat you'd never thought you'd make. The feeling of claws pressing against your skin for a frozen moment before the slid inside you. You recall the way that monster flexed and twisted inside you to cause as much damage as possible. Turning your insides to mush.

The next image is of your brother with that smiling demon holding him as it had done to you, elbow deep in your brother's viscera as those helpless cries echo off the walls of your old home. His cries. The images are so vivid, so awful, that you wonder if this is a premonition. These people were too late for you. Did you trust them to be on time for your brother?

The answer was simply, No!

Your image shifts, as if feeding on your fears, and seems to zoom in on your brother's face. There are tears in his eyes, eyes the same color as yours, so close that they might as well be your own. But the tears, there's something wrong with the tears as the clear viscous liquid grows murky, then dark, and you realize that those are no longer tears. He's crying blood.

The image draws back, but the blood is everywhere now. Two thick rivers of it slide from his nostrils, and each ragged breath he exhales pumps more from his lips. He's so young, wailing in that creature's arms. But his body has already gone slack, and sweat has plastered his hair, so much like your father's, to his forehead. His body convulses and his eyes glaze over.

You want to reach for him, pull him into your lap and comfort him, but you don't have arms, or legs, or even a voice with which to sooth his dying pains. The demon grins, pulling his claws free and tracing one bloodied hand down your brother's cheek, smearing away the tracks of crimson. He presses his fingertips lightly over your brother's eyes, closing them.

'Goodnight,' his voice rattles.

Then darkness rushes in around you

*~*~*~*

Kurama freezes mid-step. His eyes scan the lot for any sign of what might be wrong, but he just can't figure it out. The bouncers and lying in a neat pile off to the side, and the lot is empty. There is nothing. He shakes his head as if trying to clear some debris from his thoughts, but the nagging continues.

"What's the matter with you tonight, Kurama?" Hiei asks, and his dark eyes scan his friend's face as if he's never seen it before. "You're skittish."

The look Kurama turns on him is not a happy one. "There's something wrong, Hiei. What do you sense?"

The urge to tell the little fire demon all is strong enough to almost literally pull the truth from his lips. They'd worked together too long in perfect understanding for him to hide something this big. That he isn't along in his skin. That he isn't quite sure what to do with you. That there is a chance that even now you are dislodging him from this human body he's come to know as his own.

It is almost as if this body is starting to reject him in favor of the human soul that now co-inhabited it. He can feel it each time you slide into this skin and take control. The body seems to reach for you, welcome you, and accept you in a way he never realized it did not do for him until you came along. Ever since that first time where he'd let you into his skin enough to see his reflection in the mirror, when he'd seen your face instead of his own, he'd felt detached within his own body.

Actually, the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that's what was wrong. He feels grounded. Solid. Alone. The thought sends a rush of something between relief and fear spiking through his gut.

"Kurama, are you listening?" Hiei snapps.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, "Would you repeat that?" They had entered the club and were walking slowly through the narrow black hallway that lead into the club proper. Hiei stops with his hand on the door.

"I said, I didn't sense anything but the demons inside here. What do you sense?" he sounds more irate than he really is, but Kurama frowns anyway.

"Perhaps that was it," he intones coolly. "We should probably find the others."

"The others can rot," Hiei spits, but he follows Kurama when he pushes his way inside, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

It was like the fox to hide things, but it was not like him to lie. Something was wrong with Kurama, and Hiei was bound and determined to figure out what it was.

Over by the bar a shout rings out, and both demons turn their attention to where Yusuke chases two little demons. They look almost identical, except one is a little female and the other male. The female, running ahead of the male suddenly whips around and shouts, "Duck Ulysses!"

The male demon falls to the floor, and from the girl's hand a bright light flashes, blinding both Kurama and Hiei, and presumably the rest of the gang. Kurama shakes the spots from his vision and searches dimly through the mess for the little blond creatures, but they are nowhere in sight. Unfortunately that little flash of light was enough to throw the other demons into a fit. Fights sprawled out across the whole of the room.

"Kurama, out back," Hiei hisses, and just like that he's gone. Kurama looks around the room to where Yusuke and Kuwabara are cutting a swath through the demon masses and having quite a good time of it.

His eyes lift to the ceiling where Botan hovers on her oar. She blushes when she catches him watching, and soars down to land at his side, on the fringes of the fighting. "That didn't go the way I planned at all," she laughs nervously.

Kurama smiles briefly at her before his somber mood dominates his face once more. "Will they be alright on their own?"

Waving her hands rapidly in the air Botan hurriedly assures him that the demons here are all lower class, nothing the boys can't handle. Kurma nods. "I'm going to follow Hiei. When they're done playing, send them along."

"Right-o!" Botan agrees giving the thumbs up, before whacking a demon over the head. She hops on her oar and is in the air in less than a moment to pass the word along to the fighting duo.

Kurama slides out the door and into the night.

*~*~*~*

'_______(y/n), where are you?' he whispers inside himself. No response. You are simply nowhere to be found. He has been following Hiei for the better part of the evening, running at his own peak speed as soon as he set foot outside the club, chasing the scent of his friend.

It led him here, to the woods.

But something's wrong. Kurama inhales gently the breeze that flows over his face. It carries the scent of those two demons, Hiei, the slight earthy smell of flora sprawled in front of him, and the impending rain. His eyes tilt up to where thick storm clouds are heaving themselves across the sky. The moist, fresh scent usually sends a jolt of life pulsing through Kurama, invigorating him, recharging him like a used up battery brought back to full strength.

But tonight something's wrong. There's another scent on the wind that has nothing to do nature, and probably everything to do with those two demons he's chasing. The smell is acrid, almost reptilian, and slightly stale, the way only death magic can be. Kurama shudders as his skin tries to crawl away from his body, and away from the magic that is so in opposition to his own.

But Hiei isn't dead, Kurama notes, but something's wrong with him. His scent fluctuates between surges of power. While on the outside remaining calm, Kurama's heart pounds faster. First you seem to have vanished without a trace, now Hiei's very essence seems to be acting as fuel for this skin curdling magic.

Kurama rushes forward, into the woods, into the darkness, using only half of his mind to move, and the other is leaking small bits of power so that the forest won't impede his progress. Shrubs pull themselves back, tree branches curve away, roots sink beneath the soil. And all the while Kurama is running, ducked low, and the earth around him is shifting as easily as water around a rock to let him pass.

But the water asks a price. Bit by bit it slowly wears away the stone until there's less and less. That little leak of power as he runs slowly eats away at his energy, until by the time he reaches the clearing his breath is shallow, and his eyes slightly blurred. But there is no mistaking the image before him. Hiei on his knees, hands clutching at his chest as the twins eyes glow a vicious black. Not black like true black, but black like heart's blood, so red it's black. Their mouths are wide and dripping yellow poison to the ground from tiny pointed teeth.

The female giggles. "Oooooh, Ulysses, this one's filling."

"Shhh, Ariel," the male intones, "Concentrate."

"Oops." More giggling, made hellish by the wide cruel mouth it spill from.

Kurama takes a cautious step forward, unsure what to do, and afraid it he touches Hiei, the death magic will leap to him and suck them both dry. He knelt down, just inside the line of trees, letting the tall grass and underbrush obscure him from view. Lightly brushing away the leaves to touch the damp earth below. Another little trickle of powere informs him of what he already knows. None of the roots extend far enough into the clearing to help him.

A pained noise jerks his attention back to the clearing, and as he looks, Hiei's spine bows, lurching him upward for a series of moments before he collapses firmly to the ground.

'Time's up,' Kurama thinks, and he stands, pulling seeds from his hair, and steps into the clearing.

The demons look up in unison, and the power fluctuates. Kurama tries to call enough power to grow the seeds in his palm. Nothing. He slowly walks closer. "You're Mara Demons," he says softly. Not a question but a simple fact.

"Oooooh looksie, Ulysses. It's a pretty foxy." Her eyes darken. "I've always wanted a foxy fur coat."

"Be still, Ariel, and keep your focus on this one. I'll deal with the fox demon." She pouts for a moment, but turns her face back towards Hiei, whose body jumps and twists in pain, though only the smallest sounds rasp from his throat.

The male's eyes grow wider and begin to glow. That cold, eerie death magic crept closer. Kurama had only moments before it would reach him. His fingers dig into his palm, clenched around the seeds, hard enough to draw blood. But even that is not enough. He's weak, and distracted by your absence. Moving a forest is no small task. The magic presses against him and hesitates, almost as if it isn't sure how to proceed. The male demons frowns an instant before the sound of feet crashing through the underbrush followed by Yusuke's cursing distracts them both.

The magic recedes completely, and Ulysses turns to Ariel. "Leave it. Let's go."

"Noooo," she whines. "This one's almost done."

"I said leave it Ariel!" Ulysses bellows. His dark eyes lock on Kurama, and with a flick of the wrist pain rolls through him like a knife slicing him in half. Kurama's knees buckle, and he has a moment to see the little yellow Mara Demons slinking away before blackness rolls him.

*~*~*~*

Something's warm. It starts out like a gentle warmth, than with no warning blazes into a searing heated pain, like being cut with a blade of fire right through the middle. You scream and the world around you barely shivers into focus. Two yellow figures are disappearing into more darkness, similar to the gray-black that's pressing in around your eyes. Hearing your scream one of the little yellow things stops.

Even from here you can hear her screech of outrage.

What is she? Where are you? Your hands wrap around your stomach as you feel every ounce of your weight crash against the barely yielding earth. You have a moment of utter stillness, a break in the pain, where it all retreats to that strange warmth, and your eyes clear.

The sky is dark, and thunder tickles through your chest, a distant but insisting vibration. It lulls you, pulls you away from the world, and the warmth, and the small yellow screeching things.

Relax.

The rain begins to fall around you, and a sigh shudders from your lips. Then you're falling, drowning, swallowed up by darkness. And you just. don't. care.

*~*~*~*

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~~Next time on OBTM: Oh no�you wake up but�where's Kurama? And what's with another Hiei warning?
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