Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next ❯ Den ( Chapter 7 )

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A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next

Chapter Seven

Den

Kurama landed first for reasons that became quite obvious as several rather murderous looking plants reached out to be pet by the kitsune. It was only after he had calmed them down that Wufei was set down, still using Kurama’s arm to support most of his weight. The others followed suit.

Kuronue whistled. “Man, this place has changed. Guess I should have expected it though. It has been over a hundred years since I’ve been here after all. I’m going to put Heero down in the guest room, so could you get me some herbs and bandages if you still have any?”

“We keep a supply,” Kurama said, leading the group into the cave, which opened up into a rather large house-like structure inside, even if the outer walls were stone. “There are some under the bed in that room, and more in the pantry if you need them.”

“Thanks Kurama,” Kuronue said. Moving down the hall, he called over his shoulder to Wufei. “Try not to move your leg too much. I’ll be back to help you out just as soon as I’ve taken care of Heero here.”

“I’ll help,” Quatre volunteered, following the pair.

“Go scrub your hands up in that sink over there,” Kuronue said once they’d entered the guest room. “And grab me a couple of towels, but not the white ones. Kurama hates washing blood out of white.”

Quatre was puzzled by the familiarity of Kuronue’s movements as he removed the first bullet, the second having went all the way through Heero‘s arm. It was as though Kuronue had done the same task many times before, and not once did he falter when he saw the multitude of scars Heero had, a reaction even Sally found had to resist at times.

“Kurama, do you have anything to help him out when he wakes up?” Kuronue asked, reentering the main room, wiping Heero’s blood from his hands. “Besides chamomile, I mean. Heero’s allergic to the stuff. Found that out the hard way.” Wufei stiffened as the demon approached him with a pair of forceps. “Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you, Fei.”

“How do we know that we can trust you?” Trowa asked, dabbing a cloth against the neglected bullet graze on Quatre’s cheek.

“He helped Heero,” Quatre said, wincing when Kurama handed his lover a bottle of something that looked suspiciously like antiseptic. Trowa sniffed the bottle carefully before applying it to the cloth and cut. “And he feels trustworthy to me.”

Wufei crossed his arms crankily before grunting permission. Kuronue made short work of the bullet wound, binding it with practiced hands. “Looks like it might have fractured the bone a little bit, so I’d stay off that leg for at least a week to make sure it heals right. Kind of like the one Heero got a couple years ago when he met the pink princess.”

The facts suddenly came together for the blond Arabian and he gasped silently, clamping his mouth shut before he could utter his friend’s name.

“So, do you have any sake around here?” Yusuke asked, sprawled across one of the couches in the main room, a room that contained a suspicious amount of valuable objects, six European crowns included.

“Afraid not, Yusuke,” Kurama said, sitting as close to Kuronue as possible without losing face. He’d barely been resisting the urge to grab onto his old friend and never let go again. “I just use this den as a traveling stop these days. We cleaned out the sake last time.”

“Was that why you had your ears laid back the entire morning after you got to Kamaitchi?” Yusuke smirked when Hiei did, the answer clear. “Who would have thought? Youko Kurama with a hangover.”

“Yusuke, remind yourself that my plants do not stop at the entrance,” Kurama voice, voice low in a growl.

“Right, no teasing the fox, gotcha.”

“Would someone mind telling us what’s going on?” Wufei demanded, fed up with being ignored once his wounds had been bandaged. “Why were we brought here, and just where are we?”

“You’re in the Makai, the demon world, and we brought you to save your lives,” Kurama said, staring directly at the human man. “If Kuronue hadn’t interfered, you’d be dead by now.”

“Kurama, don’t forget that Wufei’s a soldier,” Kuronue said, raising his hands in a gesture for peace. “I’d be worried if he wasn’t suspicious. By the way, since when did you start handing out with the lord types? Last I checked, we were robbing them. How’d you meet?”

“I tried to arrest him,” Yusuke said, grabbing a piece of fruit from the table. “It’s a long story.”

“It’ll be a long night,” Kuronue pointed out.

“Point,” Yusuke said as he settled back into the cushions. “Well, about two hundred or so years ago, I got hit by a car and died. It was apparently too early, so Prince Koenma, this was before he became king and when I was still completely human, brought me back to life. I started working for him as a sort of detective, mainly keeping demons away from humans. Anyhow, first case and boom, I meet Kurama and Hiei who, big surprise, had stolen stuff from Enma and were planning to take over. I win, they start helping me out instead of going to jail, along with Kuwabara, an old sparing victim of him. He’s been dead for quite some time. Old age, I think. I work for Koenma for a couple of years, and then I die, again. Only this time its because of the last guy Koenma roped into working for him went psycho and wanted to let demons into the human world and kill off the humans. Turns out I had this Raizen guy in my family a few dozen generations back and am half demon. Not quite sure how that works, but the blood brought me back to life as the adorable fuzz ball you see now. Raizen croaks, I become king and here you have your buddy Kurama friends with the Makai kings. Any questions?”

“If you rule Kamaitachi, then why are we going to Konchuu?” Kuronue asked.

“Because Hiei and I are the other two kings,” Kurama said softly. “Yomi, I’m sure you remember him, worked his way up after we parted and gained quite some power. Five hundred years into his rule, he sought me out again and I served as his advisor until he chose to retire, giving me the throne. Mukoru took Hiei as her heir and proceeded to die fifty years later in battle, by which time we were already mates. Hiei’s sister, Yukina, lives in Konchuu now that her mate, Kazuma Kuwabara, has passed on. Yukina is a powerful healer and will be able to help your wounded companions.”

The chimera whistled low. “Sounds like I’ve been further from the loop than I thought in these past years.”