Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fall ❯ Emergence ( Chapter 36 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this fic, but I’ve been suffering from a rather long bout of bronchitis and recurrent sinus infections which has zapped all my strength. It seems my immune system is playing catch up for all the times I failed to get sick when everyone else did. I apologize. Hopefully this chapter makes up for everything. And a shout out to Wrigzz who was kind enough to leave me a review. Thanks, man!

Chapter 36-Emergence

Mukuro sat alone within the darkened confines of her room, her mind in a perpetual state of unrest. For her thoughts were ruled by the only man she ever truly loved.

“Hiei.” The female warlord whispered, a concerned look crossing her features. He had been gone since early morning, promising to return before sunset in Ningenkai. Which by her calculations had already occurred close to an hour ago. What was taking him so long? She wondered. Had the date taken longer than anticipated?

The female youkai knew of Hiei’s sister, Yukina. She had seen into his mind and saw the truth of his existence, the horrors and the pain he had suffered. Being cast out like refuse from his home world simply because he was different and the trials of growing up alone had instantly struck a chord within her sleeping heart, awakening long dormant emotions she thought she would never feel again. A relationship was forged. Begun out of mutual respect and admiration. They had both suffered so grievously and thus knew the pain of the other personally. And this kinship soon blossomed into something else. Something Mukuro had never experienced before.

Love.

At first, she had been frightened. After all, she was a merciless youkai, not worthy of caring for anyone or anything. But now, knowing that Hiei felt the same and had even asked to be her life mate, the warlord’s fears evaporated, revealing only the truth of her heart. That she loved him more than anything and would do whatever it took to keep him safe from harm.

Mukuro’s eyes shifted to the window on her right, a frown forming upon her face as she stared into the thick blackness of the Makai night. For a moment, she had sensed her lover’s ki enter her territory only to disappear a few seconds later. Something had called him back to Ningenkai, but what? What was happening over there? And why hasn’t he contacted me?

A knock on the door broke Mukuro’s train of thought. She made no move to rise from her chair, instead she merely called out in her usual detached voice, “Who is it?”

“Kasamaru, my lady.” A young man’s voice replied.

Mururo’s features darkened. Kasamaru was the newly appointed head of security for the compound. Quiet and reliable, she had given him the position after her guards had failed so miserably the night the deity came looking for Kurama. She trusted him to do his job and do it well. He obeyed her without question and never left his post.

So why had he abandoned it ? What pressing need forced him to report directly to her now? Curious, Mukuro pushed the chair away from the table and rose to her feet. She crossed the room with steady steps, stopping in front of the door before reaching out to clasp the handle. Twisting the knob, she gently pulled the door open and looked out, her gaze meeting the wiry frame of Kasamaru.

The young man broke off eye contact first, his violet orbs focused downward as he gave her a bow of respect. “Forgive me, my lady, for disturbing you but a messenger arrived at the gate a few moments ago, saying he had an urgent message to give to you and you alone.”

Mukuro raised her eyebrow. Interesting. She thought. Normally anyone who got close enough to the gate without proper permission, was sent away or killed. Unless they came from one of the two other kingdoms or from Enki, the current ruler of Makai. Whoever this messenger is, they must be carrying information of great importance. She reasoned before asking. “And just where did the messenger say he hailed from.”

Kasamaru lifted his head and straightened frame. “From Yomi’s kingdom.”

“Yomi?” Mukuro repeated, her interest instantly piqued. “And what is it this messenger wanted to give me?”

The dark haired youkai reached into the left side of his black gi, pulling out a glass sphere that glowed a strange color of yellow. “This, my lady.” He answered, holding it out for her to take, the liquid substance swishing around from the sudden movement.

Mukuro studied the orb intently. She knew exactly what it was. A messenger ball. One of the quickest ways to relay information between the mostly non technological realms of demon world. So what is so urgent that Yomi sends one of his men all the way into my territory unescorted? She wondered. Reaching out, the female youkai took the glass sphere gently from Kasamaru’s hand. “You’ve done well, Kasamaru. You may return to your post.”

The young youkai’s features briefly took on a look of surprise at her praise then returned to a more serious one as he bowed once more. “Yes, my lady.” He replied before pivoting to his left and marching back down the darkened corridor and out of view.

Mukuro turned to the side, shutting the door behind her before twisting completely around. She focused her gaze down upon the glass ball in her palm, watching the fluid swish around as she shook it gently. She did this a few times before deciding at last to see it’s contents. “All right, Yomi, let’s see what this is all about.”

Walking over the far side of the room, the warlord tossed the ball outward. The orb smashed against the wall a half second later, it’s glass form shattering into tiny pieces upon impact. She watched patiently as the fluid splashed upon the wall came to life, a glowing white chalk outline spreading into the form of not Yomi, but rather one of the shinobi working for him. The ice master, Touya.

Curious. Mukuro thought, the surprise evident upon her face as she waited for the recorded form of Touya to speak.

“Lady Mukuro,” He began. “I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you, but a troubling fact has come to light. A danger that Hiei and Kurama must be made aware of or else they will suffer the same fate that befell Jin and I.”

What he said next caused the color to drain from Mukuro’s face.

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Tahomen and Lina stood still, no expression upon their features as they watched Hiei charge forward.

For the shinobi, this tactic came as no surprise. He had studied the small youkai for close to three years, memorizing each and every technique his prey had mastered. He had watched Hiei jump from a D class demon all the way up to a low S class warrior. And for the majority of the battles fought, the fire apparition started his attacks with a charge as a way to test his opponents power and maneuverability. Tahomen’s lips twisted into a smirk, the action hidden behind the fabric of his ninja mask as he braced himself for the impending attack. If the little runt wants a test, I’ll give him one. 

Hiei’s actions, however, were fueled a little differently this time. It wasn’t pride or a test of strength the fire demon was seeking. It was revenge. Not only for what had happened to his mate at the shinobi’s hands but also to avenge the assault upon Yukina. You hurt Mukuro and my sister, and for that you will pay.

 Unaware of the tricks Tahomen was about to perform, Hiei pressed his attack, leaping high into the air a few feet shy of the two intruders. Extending the sword above his head, Hiei allowed gravity to take hold, his angered eyes boring holes into the strangely calm ones of Tahomen who made no move to defend himself. A look of intense concentration claimed the fire demon’s features as he swung the katana downward , his blade connecting with empty air as the shinobi and the feral woman vanished. Folded steel smashed into the now vacant spot of earth, the ground exploding upon impact.

Rock and debris shot upward, surrounding the area with a heavy dust that swirled around the surprised form of Hiei who landed inside the newly formed crater. His eyes narrowed, senses open and alert for any sign of his opponents whereabouts. I know you’re here somewhere, the question is where? He began to walk forward, sword held protectively in front of him only to whirl around a half second later when the sound of falling dirt met his ears. Tilting his head back, Hiei’s eyes widened as the quickly descending form of Tahomen met his view less than three feet away from him, a kodachi sword gripped within his right hand.

Hiei’s reflexes kicked in. Raising his katana sideways over his head, he blocked the shinobi’s downward slash, a spark igniting from the clash of steel upon steel. The fire demon gritted his teeth as the force of the impact hammered his feet into the broken ground. He tried to repel Tahomen but the ninja pressed his attack. With a lightning quick motion, the larger man’s left hand sprung forward and to the side, revealing a second blade which sliced through the thick fabric of Hiei’s jacket and sweater.

Surprise bloomed upon the fire youkai’s face even as Tahomen dragged the blade across the width of his chest. Blood erupted instantly from the wound, staining the kodachi a bright shade of red as it continued along it’s path and then into the free air once more. Pain filled his upper torso, but Hiei made no sound, no cry. He was used to pain. Used to receiving blows and gashes and bruises. Why should a simple cut from a blade bother him. Besides, nothing irritated an opponent more than knowing his attack lacked it’s desired affect. And he will learn I’m not so easily defeated.

Smirking, Hiei raised his spiritual energy and pushed forcibly upwards. Arms straining, he redirected the energy back upon Tahomen, sending the shinobi flying backwards. A new sound suddenly sprang up behind him and the fire demon reacted, jumping straight up into the air just before a set of claws could rip him in two. Flipping in mid air, Hiei vaulted over the second attacker then landed. Striking at a speed too fast for anyone to see, the full blooded youkai made a slashing motion with his katana, the blade biting into the tender flesh of Lina’s back, a flash of red spurting out from the wound. He smiled at the sound of agony escaping her lips but before he could finish her off, the feral woman vanished, leaving him alone in the crater once again.

“You’re quite strong for a little man, fire demon,” Tahomen’s voice called out, the tone more of a taunt than a sign of begrudging respect. “Not as strong as your woman when I attacked her, though.”

At this, Hiei’s features darkened. Tilting his head back, his gaze sweeping along the entirety of the rim as he searched for the owner of the voice. At last the dust settled, affording the youkai a clear view. There, on the far left, stood Tahomen, alone. But where was the woman? Hiei kept his senses alert, ears searching for any sound of ambush while his gaze remained fixed on the shinobi.

Tahomen watched Hiei’s reaction to his statement, hoping it had shocked the fire demon. But when no look of surprise came, the shinobi realized why. “But you already knew I was the one to attack her didn’t you?”

Hiei made no move towards him though his angered eyes never left the amused ones of the shinobi who continued to taunt him.

“She was surprisingly easy to sneak up on. For someone of her rank to be so lost in thought, something important must have happened. Something personal. Did you two have a lover’s quarrel that night?” Tahomen asked, his tone becoming contemptuous as he added, “Though how any man could love such a freak like that is beyond me.” A sneer formed upon his hidden lips as he watched the fire demon’s features at last turn hateful. That’s it runt. Get angry. Just like I want you to.

Angered by the disrespect in the shinobi’s voice, Hiei reacted, vanishing into thin air only to appear instantly behind Tahomen. His heart full of rage, the fire demon struck out, swinging his sword in a quick series of slashes as he attempted to slice the ninja into pieces. But Tahomen was prepared, his twin blades blocking each and every blow Hiei made, sparks flying as their swords clashed. The fire apparition pressed his attack, increasing the frequency and the intensity of his strikes all the while forcing the larger man farther and farther away from the original scene of battle.

Growing weary of defending himself, Tahomen parried Hiei’s overhead slash with the kodachi in his right then struck out with his left, attempting the same attack he had tried earlier. But Hiei was prepared, disengaging his sword and jumping swiftly backward as the kodachi sliced through empty air. Favoring defensive postures, the two men glared at each other, each sizing up the other as they prowled around in a tight circle.

Tahomen smiled inwardly, pleased with the way things were turning out. You’ve fallen right into my trap, fire demon. And you don’t even realize it yet. It had been a long time since the ninja had a worthy opponent. So far, Tahomen had found the battle quite enjoyable. But time was pressing. If he didn’t finish the fight soon and take what he came for, the whole plan would be ruined. And I can’t let Ren down. Driven by a sense of urgency, the shinobi began to taunt Hiei. “Is that the best you can do, runt?” He spat as he stared at the youkai with open disdain. “Why don’t you show me the power of your Black Dragon and we’78ll see just how strong you really are?”

Hiei made no reply. Instead he came at Tahomen again with sword outstretched. The shinobi sighed, recognizing the attack from earlier. “Well how boring.” He murmured but made ready to meet the fire youkai’s charge. A look of surprise flared within the dark pools of the shinobi’s eyes as a burst of flame erupted around the smaller man’s left fist. Hiei closed the gap between them within the space of a heart beat and made a vicious side slash with his katana, leaving the shinobi no choice but to defend himself.

Tahomen blocked the sword with his left kodachi, startled by the surprising strength that the smaller man put into the attack. Arm shaking, the shinobi tried to push the youkai back and away but Hiei would not be moved. Switching tactics, Tahomen slashed outward with the kodachi in his right hand, hoping the blade would connect and lob his foe’s head off.

But the fire demon was faster. Using his superior speed, Hiei disengaged his attack, withdrawing his arm and ducking, allowing Tahomen’s blade to sail harmlessly over his head. At the same instant, he stepped forward and struck out with his fist of the mortal flame, a smile of great satisfaction tugging at his lips as his knuckles made contact. The flame ignited then burned straight through the shinobi’s clothing, searing the flesh underneath. Tahomen gasped at the intensity of the attack, the force behind the blow knocking him clear off his feet. The shinobi rocketed backward, crashing through a thicket of trees much the same way Kuwabara had earlier. The sounds of branches breaking echoed within the night air for several seconds. Hiei stood silently and waited, frowning when the ninja failed to return to the battle. The attack was vicious, yes, but hardly lethal. So what are you up to, shinobi? What foul deed are you planning to commit against me this time?

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Yukina watched the ongoing battle with trepidation. Hiei had been fighting fairly well so far against Tahomen and Lina. It even seemed as if his victory was close at hand. So why do I feel so nervous? She wondered, a shiver of unease claiming her petite body. A creepy sensation filled her heart. She felt vulnerable and exposed. As helpless as a doe being stalked by a pack of starving wolves. And the worst part was, she knew it.

With little more than an ice barrier to protect her and Kuwabara, how long could she be expected to last against the likes of the shinobi or the feral woman? Not long. She answered. They could destroy her barrier then rip apart her and her beloved in the matter of minutes. So what do I do if they do decide to attack?

 Her features darkened, a sense of irritation claiming her mind. Stop this! You’re just imagining things! She chided, shaking head in an effort to clear her thoughts. It wouldn’t come to that. Hiei would defeat them. Yukina had complete faith in the fire demon’s abilities. He would prevail. And then maybe he can help me with Kuwabara. Daring a glance downward, she fixated her gaze upon the still unmoving form of her boyfriend and frowned. The street fighter should have woken up by now. So why hadn’t he? Was the blow to his head more severe than she had originally thought?

Troubled at this question, Yukina’s concern for Kuwabara quickly overrode her sense of danger. Determined to find out just how bad his injury was, Yukina kneeled down beside Kuwabara’s head and reached out, gently wrapping her hands around his head before turning it to the side. She leaned downward and began to inspect the wound, gently pulling away the strands of hair matted by blood and sweat only to suddenly stop as a voice, feminine but deadly, whispered into her ear.

“Boo.”

Yukina gasped. Releasing her hold of Kuwabara, she jumped to her feet and whipped around, crimson eyes widening in shock and fear as the form of Lina appeared before her.

The taller woman sneered down at the ice apparition, a look of gleeful malice upon her wild features as she spoke. “Well, well, seems our little set up worked quite nicely.” She paused, her nearly manic eyes peering over briefly at the unconscious street fighter before resettling her gaze upon the back pedaling Yukina. “Now I can have some fun just like Tahomen promised.”

The ice maiden stared at her, trying to comprehend just how the mixed blood creature came to be standing before her. Yukina remembered seeing Lina and Tahomen disappearing into the crater but only Hiei and the shinobi reappeared. She had assumed that the fire demon had killed or severely wounded her. In fact, Lina reeked of fresh blood. Blood that obviously belonged to her. So how did it get there? And how did she survive Hiei’s attack?

Lina saw Yukina’s reaction and smirked. “So you smell the blood upon me, do you girlie?” She said, amusement evident in her voice as the ice maiden smacked into a rather large tree trunk some twenty feet away. “That fire demon cut me good with his blade. Too bad for him I have the ability to regenerate instantly upon injury.”

Yukina studied Lina, features paling at her words. Regeneration of cells so quickly meant that Lina would be nearly impossible to stop or kill. And this new fact frightened the ice maiden greatly. Yukina wasn’t a fighter. Her tactics for the most part were defensive ones. How could she even hope to defeat this strange creature who could instantly heal herself? I can’t. I just can’t.

Excited by the scent of Yukina’s fear and weakness, Lina’s more animalistic nature took control. Without warning, the feral female let out a snarl and sprang towards the ice maiden who let out a scream of terror before leaping to the side, a second before the creature’s claws reached her.

The lethal nails sunk deep into the trunk, much to Lina’s anger. She struggled to free herself, too absorbed in her current dilemma to notice Yukina sneak off and back towards Kuwabara who still lay upon the ground.

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A piercing scream filled the air, instantly drawing Hiei’s attention. Fear gripped his heart as his ears recognized the owner’s voice. Yukina! His mind cried as he whirled around, watching in numbed horror as Lina, the feral woman he had supposedly wounded, tried to attack the koorime,. A small measure of relief came when he witnessed her claws miss and sink into the trunk of a rather large pine tree. Though thankful Yukina had avoided the attack, his mind was burdened by a heavy realization. Tahomen had goaded him to anger, overriding his usually controlled style of attack. And in doing so, had pulled him farther and farther away from his sister and the fallen Kuwabara.

 How could I have been so stupid! Hiei growled to himself. What kind of fighter was he to have abandoned one of the few people precious to him? How arrogant to think he could take on two enemies while protecting Yukina at the same time. He had made a mistake. A mistake I will not make again. Filled with this new oath, the youkai’s feelings of fear and guilt were instantly replaced by a sense of urgency. He had to protect Yukina. He had to save her. Hang on sister, I’m coming.

 Following his fraternal instincts, the fire demon made ready to dash over to Yukina’s side only to feel a bone chilling gust of wind smash into him. The force of which knocked him off his feet , sending him and his sword sideways. The katana slipped from his grasp as his compact frame crashed into the ground. He landed face first, dirt and grass flying in his wake as he skidded to a stop. He lay still for a brief moment, trying to regain his breath. What the hell was that? He wondered, wincing as the pain in his side intensified. Tahomen seemed for the most part a traditional shinobi. Relying on weapons and the occasional trickery as methods of attack. It was almost as if this icy wind he had unleashed belonged to someone else. But how was that possible?

A whizzing sound met his ears, putting a halt to the fire demon’s introspection. Ignoring the pain, Hiei scrambled to his feet and jumped, his body barely evading a series of shuriken. The stars zoomed passed, disappearing into the forest the instant the youkai’s feet touched the ground. Blood soiled Hiei’s face and body, the material of his jacket and sweater hung upon his frame in tattered strips, destroyed upon impact with the ground. Disgusted at his current state of dress, the fire demon reached up, ripping off the ruined clothing, exposing the long, reddened gash that stretched across the entirety of his chest, via Tahomen’s blade . Tossing the remnants of his jacket and sweater to the side, he set his sights on the battlefield.

 His gaze swept the surrounding area, a frown forming when no sign of the shinobi came into view. Being unable to sense any kind of ki from Tahomen was becoming rather tiresome. How can I defeat this bastard when I can’t sense him at all? More sounds met his ears, alerting him that another barrage of stars were heading towards him. I don’t have time for this! Hiei growled. He had to help Yukina. Heedless of his own safety, the youkai charged forward, executing a series of acrobatic maneuvers, deftly avoiding the shuriken that shot towards him only to stumble and then stop as a sudden and intense pain shot up his calves.

What the hell?! Hiei snarled. He tried to move his feet and was rewarded by a wave of pain so intense it brought him to his knees. The youkai tried to rise but to no avail, his efforts sending another wave of pain throughout the muscles of his calves, causing him to collapse again. His features contorted in agony, beads of sweat pouring down the sides of his face, mixing with the blood that stained his skin. With shaky hands, he reached behind him, attempting to find the source of pain.

Sharpened metal met his probing fingers, the objects instantly recognizable as being shuriken. Damn that shinobi! He growled fiercely. Tahomen had been playing with him the whole time. And I walked right into his trap! Angered by his stupidity and needing to go to Yukina’s side, Hiei tightened his grip upon the stars and pulled upward only to stifle a cry as a stabbing pain met his palms, the razor sharp edges slicing through the flesh of his palms, refusing to budge from their spot.

 Hiei withdrew his wounded hands and brought them forward. Opening his hands, the youkai looked down, letting out a grunt of disgust at the bleeding gashes marking his palms. Since when had he become so soft, so weak? It had been a long time since he had faced an opponent intent on killing him. And though he had no qualms about dying, he couldn’t let Yukina down. Nor his mate, Mukuro. She was expecting him home. And I will not be defeated by the likes of a cowardly shinobi. Renewed by such thoughts, Hiei tried once again to pull the stars out, his lips holding back the scream crawling up his throat as he tugged without success. Frustration filled the fire demon as he let go, his blood stained hands balling into tight fists as he punched at the ground. No matter how hard he tried, the shuriken wouldn’t budge. Why the hell can’t I pull those damn stars out?

“Problems?” Tahomen’s voice called out, the tone so condenscending that the fire demon was instantly annoyed.

Hiei’s head jerked to the right, anger quickly shifting to surprise when the booted foot of Tahomen slammed into his unprotected ribs, the action so fast and sudden, the fire demon had no time to react. Bones snapped upon impact, lighting a fire of intense pain that flared down his side. The force of the shinobi’s kick knocked Hiei up into the air, sending him rocketing towards the line of trees to the left. He landed a few seconds later, his small body crashing into the hardened ground, bouncing once before skidding to a stop on his injured right side. Gritting his teeth, Hiei rolled onto his left side, easing the nearly unbearable pressure his weight had put upon his injury.

The youkai struggled to draw in air, his breath escaping in ragged bursts, the painful constriction of the muscles on his injured side alerting him to the fact that his ribs were broken. “Dammit!” He snarled under his breath, angered at having been wounded so easily. If I keep this up, I’ll never make it back to Mukuro. Determined to fight back, the fire demon made a move to rise, tucking his arm against his ribs. He grit his teeth, fighting off the wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him as he planted his left palm. By sheer force of will, he pushed off, rising to a kneeling position but no further, the pain from the imbedded shuriken preventing him from getting to his feet.

 “Does it hurt, fire demon?”

Hiei turned his head towards the sound of Tahomen’s voice, his features twisting into rage when his darkened gaze fell upon the form of the shinobi who was still standing at the point of attack. He said nothing, not giving the ninja the satisfaction of knowing he was in complete agony.

 Tahomen was amused by this reaction and, wanting to annoy his enemy further, asked, “Shall I enlighten you then as to what exactly is in your legs right now and why you can’t extract them?”

Hiei growled but didn’t answer, his eyes brimming with such hostility, Tahomen decided to keep his distance. For now.

“I take that as a yes.” Tahomen replied dryly. “It’s quite simple really.” He explained. “The shuriken I attacked you with are infused with a special type of energy. Upon impact with living tissue, tiny little spikes spring out from each individual blade, hooking then mending themselves into the muscle lining. To pull them out results in complete shredding of the tissue. In this case, your calf muscles would be rendered useless and you would no longer be able to stand let alone walk. Clever little trick is it not?”

Hiei let out snort of disgust, despite the fact that he was in a precarious situation. “You honestly think you can stop me with this little trick of yours?”

“By all means, prove me wrong,” Tahomen challenged. “ Stand on your feet and fight. Set loose your Black Dragon upon me. If you still have the guts to use it that is.”

A sudden scream filled the night air, drawing the two men’s attention back over to Yukina who stood protectively in front of the still unconscious Kuwabara. Arms up, the ice maiden had enacted another barrier just before Lina could reach her. The feral woman was now hacking away at the force field, her claws shredding the ice like paper, chips flying in her wake with every swipe she made.

 Hiei’s features tightened at the sight of his sister struggling to hold the barrier against Lina’s continued assault, his heart pounding with fear as he witnessed Yukina’s whole body begin to shake from the effort of maintaining the ice shield. Sensing her weakening ki, the fire youkai knew it was a matter of minutes before Lina completely destroyed the barrier, killing both Yukina and Kuwabara in the process.

“How much longer do you think she’ll last without your help, fire demon?” Tahomen asked, a taunt evident in his tone as he added, “Don’t you want to save her? Or does the life of your own sister mean so little?”

The small youkai’s gaze snapped over to the shinobi, his features paling at the ninja’s statement. He knows! Hiei cried. He knows Yukina is my sister!

Tahomen turned his attention back on Hiei, his eyes lit up with amusement as he studied the shocked look upon the smaller man’s face. “Don’t be so surprised, fire demon.” He began. “We have been following you detectives for over three years. We know everything there is to know about you. Your strengths, your weaknesses, your attacks,” He paused, looking over at the struggling Yukina before continuing. “your family and friends. Everything.”

Hiei’s eyes narrowed, unsettled by this sudden revelation. “Who the hell are you?” He growled. “What do you want with us?”

Tahomen said nothing, merely stared down at the fire demon with a condescending gaze.

“Answer me!” Hiei snapped, becoming angered once again.

The shinobi laughed and slowly backed away. He brought his hands in front of him and pressed his gloved palms together, making a “L” shape with his thumbs and index fingers. A surge of blue energy erupted around the large man’s frame, the powerful ki slamming into Hiei who gasped when he felt something strange within it.

What is this?! He cried mentally. Not only was this shinobi capable of using youkai energy, but the fire demon also sensed human spiritual energy. Coupled with a third source that he found hard to believe. Reikai energy?! Memory returned to him, Mukuro’s words about her attacker having such a ki signature validated as he watched the light around Tahomen fade. His ears picked up the sounds of rustling cloth and a rather heavy sound of footsteps coming from behind the shinobi. He kept his gaze forward, a grim look upon his face as the creators of noise appeared beside the ninja. Dopplegangers. He growled in annoyance. And me unable to run or avoid their attacks, how convenient for you, shinobi. A sudden smile took hold of his lips as he thought over the situation. But not convenient enough.

Tahomen saw Hiei smile and his features hardened. “Do you find your inevitable death amusing, fire demon?”

Hiei’s smile shifted into an arrogant smirk to match his features as he met the shinobi’s glare with one of his own. “No, I find your inevitable death amusing.” He answered, his voice resonating with a unshakable confidence that only he could express.

Tahomen let out a snort of contempt. “You cannot defeat me, fire demon. Not without your Black Dragon.”

“Who said anything about not using it?” Hiei replied. By sheer force of will, he ignored the throbbing pain in his side and raised his arm. Crooking his forearm up, the fire youkai reached over with his left hand and gripped the top of the bandages binding his Black Dragon.

Tahomen watched as Hiei quickly unwound the white cloth, trying not to show his eagerness for the unleashing of such a ferocious attack. A few more minutes and I’ll have you right where I want you.

Hiei tossed the cloth aside, revealing a black dragon tattoo snaked around the majority of his arm. A green light erupted underneath the head band he wore, his awakened Jagan burning a hole clear through the material which fell to the wayside. Drawing on the power of his third eye, the fire youkai opened his palm and concentrated, willing the black dragon into existence. The tattoo symbol came to life, unfurling from his forearm and shooting straight up into the air. A ear splitting roar erupted from it’s throat as it turned and rocketed back down to earth, heading directly towards Hiei who held his arm up high above his head. The dragon made for the offering, snapping it’s massive jaws wide open just before reaching his master. Hiei instantly gained control, absorbing the Black Dragon’s power to use as his own, his body aflame a dark aura that shimmered in the clouded night.

Tahomen smiled under his mask. Everything was going according to plan. The traps had all been lain and sprung, much to his satisfaction. Now to put the final touches into motion and claim what I came for. He raised his right arm and made a waving motion with his hand, signaling the dopplegangers to attack. His eyes remained unblinking, even as a barrage of shuriken suddenly zoomed past and shot directly towards the still kneeling form of Hiei.

The fire demon smiled sardonically as he watched the wall of shuriken shooting straight towards him. So it’s overwhelming force you want to use, ninja. He thought with disdain. I know how to counter that. Still aware of his sister’s predicament, Hiei closed his eyes and concentrated, drawing in the strength required to set his attack in motion and thus save Yukina and himself. Hang on a little longer, sister. I’ll be with you soon.

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Yukina felt so weak.

She had tried so hard to be strong, to be brave, but the constant barrage of attacks was wearing her down to the point that her body was now shaking, her ki fading as quickly as the barrier that surrounded her and Kuwabara. With each swipe of Lina’s claws, another wall of ice shattered, forcing the youkai to enact another wall. On and on it went, the feral woman’s relentless attack becoming at last too much to counter. With a final slash, Lina struck out, shattering the last remaining barrier Yukina had erected. She gasped, eyes widening in fear as the ice exploded inward, large chunks smashing into the koorime with such force, her petite body was lifted off it’s feet and away from Kuwabara. She rocketed backwards, smacking into the intact trunk of a large pine a few seconds later, the force of the blow knocking the air clear out of her lungs.

Yukina’s features instantly twisted into a look of shock, her breath escaping in a violent hiss as she slid down the trunk and onto the frozen ground below. She remained in a sitting position, her face turning blue as she struggled to breathe. Every muscle in her back throbbed, the burning sensation in her starved lungs increasing with each intake of breath she made. The ice maiden blinked slowly, trying to clear the blurred vision that now plagued her.

Lina watched the fallen woman struggle to breathe, taking satisfaction in the agony she was experiencing. She shifted her gaze downward, studying Kuwabara with a cold eye. The male was of little consequence right now. Being unconscious did little to stir the dark desire to kill that the half demon thrived on. And she needed fear to feed that desire. I’ll deal with the boy later. Moving past the street fighter, Lina stalked slowly towards Yukina who was beginning to come out of her daze.

The ice maiden’s breathing was slowly returning to normal as her vision cleared in time to see a pair of booted feet in front of her. Yukina lifted up her gaze, eyes widening at the sight of Lina towering over her.

The feral woman sneered down at the helpless youkai, a giddy tone filling her voice as she asked, “Are you ready to die, girlie?”

Yukina gave no answer to her question. Instead she tried to move, to scurry away but her legs refused to obey. Frightened by her state of helplessness, she began to cry, her tears solidifying into gems as they fell down her face then onto the ground, the beads bouncing then rolling into the frozen blades of grass below.

Lina chuckled, amused at the ice maiden’s tears and her futile attempt at escape. “You know it’s no use trying to run, little girl. ” She whispered. “We’ll just catch you.” Crouching down, the half demon retracted her claws and reached out, picking up a few of the crystalline gems then clasping them in her hand. Turning her hand over, Lina opened her palm, her features softening in near wonder as she studied the gems. “It’s a shame really,” She murmured as she idly rolled the spheres around. “I would have liked to have some more of these little beauties for my collection.” Her gaze grew cold as she rose to her feet and pocketed the gems. Holding out her hands, she willed her claws to extend, the deadly nails growing to the size of steak knives. She drew back her right arm, making ready to skewer the koorime before her.

Yukina sat still, eyes transfixed in horror as she watched Lina draw back her arm. Time slowed, memories flooding her consciousness as she prepared to die. So much had happened throughout her existence. Her childhood, fleeing the ice kingdom in search of her brother, the brutality she suffered under Tarukane. The arrival of the spirit detectives. The friendships forged and the hardships endured. Throughout all of this reminiscing , one man’s face kept returning to her.

Kuwabara.

The sweet and wonderful human boy who loved her with all his heart. And whom she loved in return. In that instant, all fear fled from her heart. She would see him again. If not in this life then in the afterlife. She closed her eyes, accepting her inevitable death. Goodbye, Kazuma. She whispered silently as she braced for the attack.

Lina smirked at the reaction of the ice maiden. “So long, girlie!” She shouted before launching her arm forward. Claws outstretched, she aimed directly for the koorime’s heart about to reach her only to gasp when something solid and powerful struck the side of her head, the force knocking her clear off her feet and sending her rocketing sideways into the woods and away from the ice maiden who remained trembling as she awaited the killing blow.

A familiar energy washed over her, causing Yukina’s eyes to snap open. She looked up, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips. “Ka..zuma?”

The street fighter stood no more than three feet away from her, his darkened orbs focused not upon Yukina but the woods to his right. Fists clenched, he maintained a defensive posture, not daring to relax his guard. “Stay..away..from..my girl.” He growled between breaths before his strength left him and he collapsed upon his knees.

Yukina’s eyes widened in alarm. “Kazuma!” Rising to her feet, the petite youkai rushed quickly to his side. She fell to her knees and reached out, Her small arms wrapping around the shivering frame of her beloved. “Kazuma? Please speak to me. Are you all right?”

Kuwabara leaned heavily against her, clenching his eyes shut as he waited for the dizziness to pass. He buried his face in the crown of Yukina’s hair and drew in a slow breath. His nose picked up the light fruity scent of shampoo within her silken mint green hair and despite the pain he was in and gravity of the situation, he smiled.

The street fighter wrapped his arms around his lady fair and hugged her to him, letting her know with his actions that he would be all right.. “I’m okay, Yukina. Just a little...dizzy.” He whispered before pulling away. Loosening his hold, he opened his eyes and studied her, his features twisting into a look of concern when his gaze fell upon the sight of blood upon her right shoulder and arm. “You’re hurt!” He cried softly before removing his left arm away from Yukina’s injured side. His turned his head to the right, eyes narrowing as he studied the darkened wood within his vision. “Did that freak attacking you do that?”

“No,” Yukina answered with a shake of her head. “It was the shinobi.”

Kuwabara flinched at her answer. Memory returned to him, the attack unleashed upon them had been the direct result of a shinobi. His jaw still ached from where the larger man’s fist had smashed unexpectedly into him, knocking him off his feet and through the wall earlier. Another thought struck him. Just how long have I been out? He turned his gaze back towards his beloved about to ask her a question when a sudden and extremely powerful ki slammed into him. His eyes widened, his head snapping to his left towards the source of energy only to have them narrow again at the sight that met his gaze. “What’s the shrimp doing here?”

Yukina turned her gaze to her right, eyes widening as she sensed and saw the Black Dragon engulf the tiny frame of Hiei. She quickly explained to Kuwabara what had happened, the concern in her voice for the fire demon not lost upon the street fighter who glared at Hiei.

Figures he’d show up to rescue Yukina. Probably did it after I got knocked out just to make me look bad. He growled inwardly, annoyed at the thought of Hiei one upping him on Yukina’s affection. A look of contemplation crossed his face. Just how did Hiei know Yukina was in trouble? Had he been following them the whole day, spying on their every move, their first kiss? Just how much did he see? And why is it any of his business what Yukina and I do together?! He snarled to himself. Kuwabara clenched his jaw in anger, wincing as a stab of pain shot through it.

 He reached up, cradling the swollen side gently as he turned his gaze back upon Yukina whose gaze was focused intently upon Hiei some distance away. His heart nearly broke at the look of grave concern upon the ice maiden’s face. Even after all they had gone through, the confession of their love for each other, it seemed Hiei still had some hold upon Yukina’s heart. What is it about him that she finds so redeeming? He wondered darkly as he refocused his eyes upon the looming battle between the fire demon and the shinobi. And why does she care so deeply for him? He was drawn away from his own questions when he spied an army of clones standing some distance behind the shinobi. “What the hell?” He murmured, a troubled look upon his face as he studied the group of dopplegangers and then their leader.

 The last time Kuwabara had tangled with those guys, they had to run for their lives. Then again, he had Yusuke and Kurama with him. Hiei was alone. And from the looks of it, messed up pretty bad. He added, his eyes taking note of the stars imbedded within the fire demon’s calves. Anger gave way to trepidation as he realized the precarious situation Hiei was in. True, the street fighter didn’t really get along with him, but he meant something to Yukina. If the youkai were to die now, Yukina would be heart broken.

Kuwabara frowned at the thought. Not on my watch. He vowed inwardly. Reaching out, he took hold of Yukina’s left hand and gently squeezed it, letting her know he was still here and ready to help if need be. “Don’t worry, love,” He whispered. “The shr .. I mean Hiei will be just fine.”

Yukina turned to him, a look of hope upon her face as she asked, “Do you really think so?”

Kuwabara nodded. “Of course. He’s a tough little guy. It’ll take more than a few lousy ninjas to slow him down.”

Yukina favored him with a smile. “I hope you’re right, Kazuma.” She whispered before returning her gaze back to Hiei. Please make it through this. She added silently, her smile falling as she studied the fire demon. I have something I need to tell you.

A loud, whooshing sound met the two lovebird’s ears, drawing their attention over to the row of dopplegangers some distance behind Tahomen.

Kuwabara and Yukina’s features paled simultaneously, gasps escaping from their throats when a wall of shuriken whizzed through the air, heading straight towards the still kneeling Hiei.

Another sound filled the air, the direction different from the first wave of stars heading towards the fire demon. Kuwabara turned, eyes widening as a second wave of shuriken was rocketing towards Hiei. This time from behind. A sneak attack! His mind cried as he brought his eyes back upon the youkai. And Hiei doesn’t even realize it!

“Behind you, Hiei!” Kuwabara yelled as loud as he could. “There are more stars behind you!”

The fire demon made no indication of hearing him, the roar of the endless wall of shuriken to loud for him to discern the large man’s voice.

Dammit! Kuwabara snarled in frustration. A tug on his hand drew the street fighter’s gaze back over to Yukina who looked up at her love with such fear and concern that the human’s heart threatened to break.

“Help him, Kazuma! He’s going to die!”

Her words drew him into action. “Like hell he will!” He growled with such resolve, Yukina couldn’t help but smile.

Withdrawing his hand from hers, Kuwabara concentrated, focusing his ki into the palms of his hands before slamming them onto the ground, a burst of yellow light flashing then fading as quickly as it developed.

&&&&

Hiei watched with amusement as the wall of shuriken came towards him. Now I’ll show you what a full blooded youkai can do. He brought his arms up then swung them inward, hands touching at the thumb. A black light sprang from his open palms, forming into a massive ball of energy which he released. The orb rocketed forward, growing in size the further it traveled, cutting a swath through the wall of stars as it headed directly for Tahomen. No sooner did he release it then an explosion went off behind him, sending him sprawling face first into the ground. Rock and debris flew into the air as beams of yellow energy shot out of the ground, incinerating the shuriken before they could reach Hiei.

Tahomen, meanwhile, reeled in astonishment when the sight of the massive orb unleashed by Hiei came rocketing towards him. He dropped to the ground, barely avoiding the ball of dark energy which tugged violently at his clothes as it flew past, slamming into the unmoving row of dopplegangers behind him. The whole area exploded on impact, the force of the attack so great it shook the ground, the shock wave obliterating every fake ninja to the point of ash.

The shinobi jumped to his feet, his gaze focused briefly upon the now useless pile of ash behind him. He studied the scene with mild annoyance. No matter. He thought with a hidden smirk. I win either way. Tahomen turned his attention back in front of him, his eyes brimming with an expectancy that faded as soon as his gaze fell upon the still moving form of Hiei. What’s this? He growled. The fire demon was supposed to have been down by now, taken out by the second wave of dopplegangers stationed behind the youkai. So why isn’t he ..? The ninja’s gaze traveled in the same path as Hiei’s, his features darkening as he spied the now conscious form of Kuwabara staring at them. The human saved him? Tahomen quipped, his features drawn in surprise.

Hiei was just as surprised at this revelation. His red eyes focused upon the street fighter then shifted to study Yukina beside him. Relief flooded his heart at the sight of her. She had survived. Thanks to Kuwabara. So you are of some use after all. The fire demon thought with a small smile. And it seems you saved me as well. he added mentally, his ears now picking up the sounds of movement where his back had been turned mere seconds ago. A sense of begrudging respect took hold of him. Returning his gaze to Kuwabara, Hiei nodded his thanks, his smile shifting into a smirk when Kuwabara blinked in surprise.

Tahomen watched the exchange in rising anger. His plan was failing. He had to rectify that. Now. His eyes scanned the woods beyond Hiei, his mind reaching out to his full size puppets, issuing another command to which they readily obeyed.

Hiei’s gaze shifted once more to his sister, his features softening at the look of relief upon her pretty features only to twist into a look of fear when the familiar sound of traveling shuriken hit his sensitive ears. But they were not coming towards him. Rather away and over to .. The fire youkai’s eyes widened. “No!” He cried out watching in horror as the stars cut through the woods, heading straight for Yukina and Kuwabara.

Kuwabara pulled Yukina towards him and fell to the ground, barely missing being cut in half by the dopplegangers attack.

The fire demon knew the next time they wouldn’t be so lucky. Driven by their need of help and his own fear, Hiei reached back and grabbed the stars imbedded in his calves. Feeding the Black Dragon’s power into his hands, the youkai gripped the edge of the stars and yanked. Blood exploded as the stars were forcibly ripped away, taking muscle and skin along with it. Hiei clenched his teeth, holding back the agonizing scream that tried to shove it’s way out of his mouth. He didn’t have time to feel. Pushing down the pain, he rose to his feet. Turning to his left, he concentrated, his Jagan guiding him to his prey. He raised his arms and opened his hands, a pair of small orbs of fire forming within them. In a lightning quick motion, the youkai cocked back his arms and released, sending the two orbs and then several others in different directions. The woods lit up, each doppleganger catching on fire when Hiei’s fireball attack struck them.

The small youkai lowered his arms, the Jagan closing as the last of his Black Dragon power left him, the dark energy spiraling around his right arm and returning as a tattoo once more. He turned his gaze back over to Yukina and Kuwabara who were still on the ground but moving. Hiei allowed a smile of relief to tug at his lips. They had survived once again. His smile fell a second later when his eye caught sight of more shuriken, this time from Tahomen himself, heading directly towards the slowly rising Kuwabara, who was too busy helping Yukina to her feet to notice. With no time to shout out a warning, Hiei rushed forward. Pain shot up with each step he made but the fire demon ignored it. If the street fighter died, Yukina would be devastated. And I will not allow her to suffer! So long as there is breath in my body, I will make sure she is happy.

Spurned on by thoughts of his sister’s happiness, Hiei used the last of his speed and strength, leaping and knocking Kuwabara and the ice maiden to the ground just before the shuriken could reach them. The fire demon took the brunt of the attack instead, blood spurting out as the stars struck his vulnerable flesh, the steel edges tearing through muscle before sinking into the bone. Hiei flew back, his small body crashing into the ground and skidding to a stop a few seconds later.

Yukina struggled to sit up, her dazed eyes meeting the equally dazed ones of Kuwabara.

“You .. Okay, Yukina?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered, softly. “But what about, Hiei?”

The street fighter shook his head to clear his vision, a worried look forming on his face when he spied the unmoving form of the fire demon to his right.

Yukina followed his gaze, her eyes widening in alarm when they fell upon the unconscious youkai. “Hiei!” She cried, the pain in her voice so heart wrenching, Kuwabara winced at it’s intensity.

“Crying over your brother will not help him now, koorime.”

Both Kuwabara and Yukina jumped and whirled around, their features twisting into one of surprise and disbelief when the form of Tahomen met their view.

“What ... what did you just say?” Kuwabara stammered, not sure if he had heard the shinobi right.

Tahomen’s eyes lit up in amusement at the now troubled features of the street fighter. “Oh, that’s right.” He began, a mocking tone within his voice as turned to face Kuwabara. “You didn’t know about that did you?” He paused, allowing his words to sink in before adding. “Poor Kuwabara, always kept out of the loop. Your friends have such little faith in your abilities don’t they? Then again, you’re a mere human. Your weakness is to be expected.”

“Shut up!” Kuwabara snapped. Turning towards Yukina, he asked. “Is this true? Is the shrimp really your brother?”

Yukina lowered her gaze, unable to meet the pained one of Kuwabara. “Yes.” She whispered. The ice maiden had known for quite some time, the reasons why Hiei was so protective of her. It was because they were siblings. “Hiei is my brother.”

The street fighter’s shoulders slumped. All the years of suspecting some kind of relationship between the fire youkai and the koorime had been correct. Just not in the matter he had thought. Such knowledge did little to ease his pain. Once again important information had been deliberately withheld. Suddenly it all made sense. All the looks, the chuckling whenever Yukina’s brother was mentioned. Everyone knew but him. And that pissed him off to no end. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice threatening to crack under the pressure of this new information.

“Because,” Yukina began, a sorrowful tone within her voice. “ Hiei wasn’t aware that I knew. I over heard him speaking to Kurama once that he felt it would be safer for me not to know. ” She paused, tears threatening to form in her eyes. “ I.. I didn’t want him to worry about me, so I never told him that I knew.”

“Yukina.” Kuwabara whispered, anger giving way to grief, his heart saddened by the pain in his beloved’s voice as she spoke once more.

“Hiei and you disliked each other so intensely, I was afraid you might not like me anymore if you knew he was my brother.” Yukina lowered her head even further in shame. “I’m sorry.”

Kuwabara sighed and reached out, pulling the ice maiden into a warm hug.. “Why would you think that, Yukina?” He asked softly. “Nothing you could say would make my love go away. I love you. And I always will.” He added, his softened features hardening when Tahomen began to move.

“Hey!” The street fighter barked, his eyes narrowing as he watched the ninja walk by, heading straight for the fallen fire demon. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The shinobi continued forward. “I’m taking what I came here for.” He answered simply before crouching down beside Hiei.

The orange haired detective eyes narrowed. Though he was unhappy at being the last to know Hiei was Yukina’s long lost brother, it didn’t change the fact that the fire demon was her sibling. And the ice maiden loved him. As a man, it was Kuwabara’s obligation to look out for his loved ones and their family. Gently releasing his hold of Yukina, the street fighter held out his right hand and concentrated, a glowing yellow blade with smooth edges springing to life in his palm. He held the dimensional sword out in front while pushing Yukina protectively behind him. “Over my dead body!” He growled fiercely.

Tahomen chuckled but made no move towards him. “As you wish.” He whispered. Tilting his head back he gave a nod.

Kuwabara frowned and looked up, following the shinobi’s gaze. Just in time to see a blur of something small and fast slam into his side, knocking him hard to the ground, sword still in hand.

“Kazuma!” Yukina cried. She made a move towards him only to suddenly stop when something clamped around her throat. She tried to call out but the vice grip only tightened, cutting off her breathing.

Hearing her struggle, Kuwabara jumped to his feet and whirled around, sword at the ready, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight before him.

There stood the half demon that he had knocked out earlier, her arm wrapped around Yukina’s neck.

Fear gave way to anger as he watched the ice maiden struggle to breathe. He lifted his sword, pointing it threateningly at Lina before demanding in a hardened voice, “Let her go!”

“I think not.” Lina replied with a sneer. “Now disengage your sword or little girlie here gets it!” She growled, squeezing Yukina’s neck tighter for emphasis.

The ice maiden made a choking sound, her skin turning blue as Lina continued to tighten her hold.

“Okay, okay!” Kuwabara shouted then lowered his weapon, willing it back to nothingness once more. “Now let her breathe!”

Lina gave him a contemplative look before loosening her hold enough to allow the ice maiden to breathe.

Yukina gulped in the air greedily, coughing more than once as her lungs slowly returned to normal. She gave Kuwabara a thankful smile before shifting her gaze over to Hiei. She saw a strange shade of blue light erupt around Tahomen’s hand and her heart pounded in fear for her brother’s safety. “What .. Is he going to do to him?”

Lina chuckled, amused by the concern within the ice maiden’s voice. “Watch and see.” She whispered menacingly but said no more as she waited for her comrade to complete his plan.

Tahomen’s illuminated hand hovered briefly over the forehead of Hiei, who lay unmoving beside him. Closing his eyes, the shinobi mouthed a few words then slammed his palm down. Hiei’s body shook, a black aura outlining his frame then mixing with the blue of the ninja’s hand.

Yukina and Kuwabara watched in numbed horror.

“Hiei!” The ice maiden shouted, the sorrow and pain of her helplessness carrying in her voice as she cried out pleadingly, “Please leave him alone! Please!”

The street fighter winced at her words, disgusted at himself for being unable to help. He couldn’t do anything. Not without endangering Yukina. Dammit! He snarled inwardly, angered at the no win situation. If only Yusuke or Kurama were here, maybe we could do something. His heart fell. But no one knew what was going on. No one was going to save Hiei. I’m sorry, shrimp. He thought with a sad shake of his head. I really am. Kuwabara looked away, unable to watch anymore only to whip his head around when a blast of scarlet energy erupted in his peripheral vision. He watched with widened orbs as the energy blast hit Tahomen directly in the chest, knocking him clear away from the prone form of Hiei. What the ...?

Lina gasped in shock, her eyes following the movement of Tahomen as he was blasted away from the fire demon. She let go of Yukina, making a move to chase after the shinobi only to suddenly go flying as well when a blast of scarlet energy smashed into the side of her head, sending her crashing through the woods and away from the scene.

Kuwabara looked around for the attacker, nearly jumping out of his skin when a voice, calm and feminine, suddenly spoke.

“You need not be afraid, Kuwabara and Yukina. I mean you no harm.”

The street fighter whirled around, eyes bugging out of his head as he spied the owner of the voice. “Mu .. Mukuro?”

The female warlord nodded, eyeing both him and Yukina briefly before turning and crouching down beside Hiei. Though her features showed little emotion, inside, Mukuro was frightened. She studied his pale features, her heart breaking at the state of his body. The blood loss was severe. And his ki. It was so weak. Oh, Hiei. She cried inwardly. Look what he did to you. Reaching out, Mukuro gently caressed the side of his face and closed her eyes, opening them a few seconds later when she heard Kuwabara and Yukina approach.

“Is he .. Okay?” Yukina asked in her usual soft tone, the concern for her brother evident in her face as she looked from Hiei to Mukuro.

Mukuro’s features grew calm and detached once more. “He’ll live.” She responded. “But the Black Dragon is no longer his own to claim.”

Kuwabara frowned. “What do you mean?”

The warlord retracted her hand from Hiei’s face. Resting it against the fire demon’s right hand, she lifted it and turned, her gaze meeting the questioning one of Kuwabara as she answered in a cold, matter of fact voice. “This is what I mean.”

The street fighter and Yukina looked, both gawking in disbelief at what they saw.

“His Black Dragon.” Yukina started.

“It’s gone!” Kuwabara finished.

Mukuro nodded, gently returning Hiei’s arm to the side before tucking her arms underneath the unconscious fire demon. Pulling him towards her, she cradled her mate and rose to her feet. She pivoted around and moved forward, heading back towards the portal that led to her compound. “Come. And I’ll tell you what I know.” She called over her shoulder as she continued to walk.

“But what about the others?” Kuwabara asked. “They need to know what’s happening too, don’t they?”

Mukuro stopped and turned to him. “Your friends already know, Kuwabara.” She answered. “If you are to be any assistance to them at all, you need to come with me.”

Kuwabara frowned. He didn’t like the idea of abandoning the others in Ningenkai for the relative safety of Makai. But I need to know what happened to Hiei. He countered.

“Well?” Mukuro asked in a tone of forced patience. “Are you coming or not?”

The detective sighed but nodded, Yukina falling in line beside him as they marched ahead, following behind the lady Mukuro towards the portal and away from the gaze of both Tahomen and Lina who, having got what they came for, decided to retreat and recover from their wounds before heading off to the rendevous point where Ren would meet up with them.

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Yusuke walked hand in hand with Keiko down the well lit street that led to the her house, his brown eyes reflecting the weariness that he felt. It had been a long day of searching. The constant walking and looking had tired the detective out. More than he cared to admit. And it didn’t help matters that he had messed up their best chance to get to Botan. I can’t believe I did that. He sighed, his mind going over what had happened.

Kurama had managed to corner Ailia and was, from the looks of it, about to extract information from her when Yusuke had called out, distracting his demon form, Youko, from completing his task. Using her power, Ailia broke free of Youko’s restraints and took off, much to Kurama’s dismay. True they were able to track the telepathic woman down to the apartment but not in time to retrieve Botan. And that fact bothered Yusuke to no end. Especially since he knew Kurama was suffering from the lost connection to his mate.

Yusuke couldn’t help but feel sorry for the kitsune. What was it like to have your girlfriend stolen from you, to be so close to recovering her only to lose her again. Not for the first time did Yusuke thank his stars that Keiko was safe and sound. Because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her. The detective shifted his gaze to the left, a tender smile lighting his face as he gazed upon his future wife.

Keiko, feeling his gaze suddenly upon her, turned towards her boyfriend and studied him. Sensing his need to talk, she asked, “Is something wrong Yusuke?”

The detective shook his head slowly. “No, Keiko. I’m just admiring the view.” He answered, a playful smirk now upon his lips as he stopped under a street lamp near a darkened house, Keiko along with him.

The brunette blushed but didn’t look away. “Stop teasing me, Yusuke.”

“Who’s teasing?” Yusuke whispered huskily.

Keiko did a double take. Her heart began to beat soundly in her chest as she watched her lover’s features morph into a look of sincerity and tenderness.

Yusuke met her surprised gaze with a candid one. Without words, the detective gently pulled Keiko towards him. Enveloping her in his arms he held her close, enjoying the contact of their bodies against each other. But now was not the time to think about his more basic desires. He simply wanted to let Keiko know how much he cared and worried about her safety.

Keiko reacted in a similar manner. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she snuggled against her boyfriend’s chest, her face buried in the crook of the detective's neck as she enjoyed the little moment between them. Curiosity won out over her feelings a few moments later and she couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to cuddle all the sudden. Especially out in the open. “Yusuke?”

“Hmm?” The detective sounded as he closed his eyes and rested his chin against her forehead.

“Are you all right?”

Yusuke took a few seconds before replying. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”

Keiko brought her right hand up, her index finger drawing idle circles around the dark haired boy’s left shoulder. “Well, it’s just that, you don’t normally show affection out in public like this. I’m just wondering what brought it about, that’s all.”

The detective opened his eyes but continued to hold his girlfriend close. “I wanted to give you a hug, Keiko. What’s so wrong with that?”

The brunette could hear the annoyed edge of his tone and frowned. Something was really bothering him. But what? “What’s wrong, Yusuke?”

He sighed. Leave it to Keiko to read me like a book. He thought with a half smile. “I was just feeling thankful you’re still with me, that’s all.”

A knowing look took hold of Keiko’s face. “You’re worried about Kurama and Botan aren’t you?”

Yusuke shifted his feet, feeling a little uncomfortable discussing his more softer emotions, even with his girlfriend. “Yeah, well. I just feel sorry for the guy. Losing his girlfriend like that. It must be hell to be away from the one you love. If it had been me, I would have cracked by now.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Yusuke,” Keiko replied softly. “I think you’d be doing the same thing Kurama is now. I’m sure you’d handle the stress fairly well.”

The head detective smiled, pleased at her faith in his abilities. “You think so?”

Keiko made a nodding motion. “I do.” She said before adding. “Do you think we’ll find Botan soon?”

“I don’t know, Keiko.” Yusuke answered. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure they would ever find her. “But we have to keep searching for her.” He added, conviction evident in his voice. “And when we find her, we’ll kick Ren’s ass for ever messing with one of our friends.”

Keiko chuckled and lowered her hand back down before wrapping her arm around the black haired man’s waist once again. “Okay, tough guy.”

The detective smiled at her words only to suddenly stiffen when he sensed as strange ki nearby.

Feeling his unease, Keiko pulled back, her worried brown orbs studying the hardened features of her boyfriend who seemed to be searching for something. “What is it, Yusuke?”

“I’m not sure.” He answered, his gaze focused in front of him. Someone was coming. A person with ki nearly equal to his own. His Ma-zoku blood was racing with excitement, thrilled at the prospect of a challenge while his human nature exuded caution. He had to be careful. Especially since Keiko was with him. “Just stay close to me, okay?”

Keiko nodded only to suddenly scream when an invisible force latched onto her, tearing her away from the detective’s hold. “Yusuke!”

“Keiko!” Yusuke cried, his eyes transfixed in horror as his girlfriend was lifted off the ground and away from him. Using his strength, he ran and jumped up, attempting to snatch her back only to find his arms grabbing empty air. He landed back on his feet a few seconds later, his eyes tilted up to the darkened sky, his brown orbs glowing with hatred. Yusuke could feel his demon blood crying for release, but he pushed it down. Now was not the time to act impulsively. Not yet anyway. He needed to know who or what he was up against first. “Come out and face me, you coward!” He challenged at the top of his voice before taunting, “Or are you afraid?”

Yusuke frowned at the silence that filled the air. He scanned the area, eyes and ears alert for any sign of ambush or traps. But nothing happened. No sound, no movement. Not even a trace of ki other than his own seemed to exist. What the hell is going on here? He wondered. A sudden blur triggered his visual senses and he whirled to the side, eyes widening when the hurtling form of Keiko came into view, smashing into his chest with such force, he was knocked off his feet.

The detective gritted his teeth upon impact, his arms wrapping protectively around his girlfriend as he flew back. With great skill he managed to land on his feet, the soles of his tennis shoes leaving a trail of dust in his wake as he skidded backwards. Using his strength, Yusuke came to a stop, collapsing on his knees a few seconds later. He cradled Keiko against him, his breathing slightly labored as he struggled to regain the air that had been knocked out of him.

Looking down, Yusuke studied the woman within his arms in concern. “Keiko? Keiko honey, can you hear me?” He whispered. Concern turned to fear when she didn’t respond. Shifting his legs, Yusuke rested his butt on the concrete, settling his girlfriend into his lap. “Keiko?!” He said more forcefully, hoping she would open her eyes or even slap him. When she still didn’t respond, he reached up with his right hand and clasped her shoulder before shaking her. “Answer me, Dammit!”

Keiko’s eyelids fluttered open, her disorientated eyes falling upon the relieved ones of the detective. “Yu ..suke?”

He gave her a nod and a broad smile. “Yep. It’s me.”

The brunette’s brow furrowed as she tried to move. “What .. Happened?”

“It’s okay.” Yusuke replied in a tone of assurance that he didn’t feel. “I’m here now. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“I wouldn’t make such guarantees if I were you, detective.” A masculine voice called out from somewhere in the growing darkness.

Yusuke’s features fell. He studied the area before him as he rose to his feet, bringing Keiko up with him. “And I wouldn’t underestimate my ability to kick your ass.” He growled back.

A chuckle was heard. “Hmm.. I will say you’re most amusing. Much more so than the weakling kitsune ever was.”

At the mention of Kurama, something clicked inside Yusuke’s mind. Of course. He thought with a knowing smile. Now let’s see if I’m right. He added as he spoke. “Kurama has more strength than you could ever hope to reach... Ren Kurayami.”

“Very good, detective.” Ren replied. “You’re smarter than you look.”

Yusuke turned his head in the direction of the voice, his gaze falling upon the lean figure of Ren who stood under the street lamp no more than five feet away.

“Though given you’re past history, that’s not saying much.” Ren added with a sneer.

“You don’t know shit, buddy.” Yusuke countered in agitation. He’d only been speaking with the older man for less than a minute and already the guy was pissing him off. “So why don’t you cut the chit chat and tell me what it is you want.”

Ren studied Yusuke with a cold eye. “Isn’t it obvious detective? I’m here to claim your life.”

Yusuke watched warily as Ren lifted his arm to shoulder level then to the side. The detective took a defensive posture, placing Keiko protectively around him only to frown as the street lights began to explode.

One by one the lights went out, the scent of ozone filling the air as the ruined bulbs burst, glass littering the ground until the entire street was flooded in darkness and all was silent once more.

The detective’s gaze narrowed as he studied the murky blackness. Many of the houses on the block were also devoid of light, indicating they were either away or conserving their energy. The thought of any one witnessing the impending fight was troubling, but Yusuke new it was unavoidable. He would have to face Ren. Here and now. He felt Keiko shivering behind him, her fear palpable to him. She was in just as much danger as he was. He wasn’t sure he could protect her and fight Ren at the same time. A sudden thought occurred to the detective. One that he didn’t like at all. Confined in a small area, with people around and someone he cared about, Yusuke would be too concerned to fight back at his full strength. You sure are a sneaky bastard aren’t you? He thought as he continued to scan the area around him.

“Yusuke, I’m afraid.” Keiko whispered as she clung tightly against her boyfriend’s back.

“I know, Keiko.” Yusuke replied with a reassurance he didn’t feel. “I won’t let him hurt you again. I ...” His voice was suddenly stolen from him as an unseen force suddenly slammed into him, knocking him to the ground with enough power to crack the asphalt.

Keiko screamed about to rush to his side only to suddenly find herself forcefully taken away from the detective once again.

Yusuke, hearing her scream, jumped to his feet and whirled around, frantically searching for some sign of the whereabouts of his lover. When nothing but darkness met his probing eyes, his features twisted into a look of unholy fury to match his voice as he snarled, “Give her back you bastard!”

“I think not!” Ren retorted with gleeful malice from somewhere within the darkness.

A flash of blue then red erupted around Yusuke, his ki flaring with such intensity, the entire block lit up.

Ren watched from above, safely hidden behind the dormer of a nearby house. Excellent. He thought with a wicked smile. Get angry, Yusuke. Raise your ki, just like I want you to. He turned to his companion who held Keiko tightly against him. She struggled against the hold but her captive’s strength was too great. As was the hand clamped against her mouth to prevent her from talking. “Watch her.” He commanded sharply before disappearing from view.

The light of his ki faded, revealing the demon form of Yusuke who glared hatefully at the darkness before him. “The darkness won’t keep you hidden from me now, you cowardly son of a bitch.” He growled. “So come out and fight.”

“As you wish.” Ren replied, appearing instantly in front him. He opened his palm and flicked his wrist, unleashing a powerful telekinetic attack that smacked into the startled Yusuke, sending him up into the air. With a downward swipe of his hand, the detective came rocketing back down, smacking into the street, the impact sending a shock wave that rocked the entire block.

Ren studied the fading swirl of dust flying about, waiting patiently for Yusuke to emerge. Sure enough, the detective did.

Yusuke walked slowly towards Ren, his lips drawn up into a smirk as he began to dust off his arms. “Not bad.” He admitted. “Now it’s my turn.”

Ren frowned, eyes narrowing as Urameshi disappeared from view only to flinch when he reappeared before him a second later.

“Gotcha.” Yusuke whispered. He struck out, his fist connecting solidly with Ren’s midsection.

The older man gasped, blood spurting out of his mouth from the force of the blow. Clutching his stomach, Ren stumbled backwards, trying to hold back the bile that rose up in his throat. He had no time to recover, however, as Yusuke attacked again, closing the space between them in a fraction of a second.

The detective struck out, his fists moving too fast for normal eyes to see. He landed a series of ferocious blows that connected on Ren’s chest, arms and face.

Bruise marks and gashes appeared all over the visible parts of Ren’s face and body but still he remained standing.

Frustrated, Yusuke increased his energy, giving his all, hoping to take out his opponent quickly so he could rescue Keiko and inform the others. Spurned on by the thought of his girlfriend, the detective switched tactics. Vanishing from view, Yusuke reemerged behind Ren and crooked his arm. He swung out viciously, elbowing the dark haired man in the back of the head.

Ren went flying forwards, landing face first into the asphalt, skidding to a stop a few seconds later where he lay unmoving.

Yusuke studied the fallen man skeptically. It didn’t help that he couldn’t sense Ren’s ki. Guess I’ll have to find out whether he’s down for the count or not. He crept slowly forward, remaining alert for any signs of trickery.

High above, Keiko watched with trepidation then relief as Yusuke appeared to have the upper hand. But she was also worried. The man holding her was still a threat. He could easily join his partner and attack Yusuke together. So why hadn’t he?

As if reading her mind, the man spoke. “You’re wondering why I haven’t attacked Yusuke yet?”

Keiko’s eyes widened, she knew that voice. But how could that be? She felt the hold upon her loosen, the man’s hand falling from her lips allowing her to turn around and speak. The brunette did so, eyes widening when her gaze fell upon someone familiar. “Mr. Shinato?”

Kigorei gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Keiko. I had hoped Ren wouldn’t involve you in this matter. Seems I was wrong once again.”

The girl looked at him in total shock. “What . How .. Did .. ?” She stammered, unable to put into words the disbelief she was feeling.

The blond shifted his gaze away from her to the battlefield below. “It’s a long story, Miss Keiko. And I have little time to explain myself. Suffice to say, Ren promised me something in return for my help. And I mean to see that wish come to fruition.”

“What are you talking about, Mr. Shinato?” Keiko asked in confusion. “How could you help someone like him? You’re a human aren’t you?”

“I’m also a demon as well.” Kigorei answered, his eyes still focused downward as he watched Yusuke slowly approach Ren. “A half breed to coin a phrase.”

Keiko studied him, a look of betrayal upon her features as she spoke. “And I suppose the story about you wife was a lie as well?”

Kigorei turned to her. “No. I told you the truth. My wife did die. As did my son.” He added, a sorrow filling his voice that now mimicked, Keiko’s features.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered before her voice grew hard. “But that doesn’t excuse attacking us.”

“No. It doesn’t.” Kigorei admitted sadly as he continued to watch the scene below.

Yusuke, unaware he was being watched, stopped beside the prone form of Ren. Frowning, he lifted his foot and pushed, rolling the unmoving man onto his back.

Ren let out a wheezy breath, his eyelid’s fluttering open as he turned his head to the side then up, his weary eyes meeting the nearly feral ones of Yusuke who demanded,

“Where is she?”

The older man said nothing, just continued to stare up at him with a sneer.

Frustrated, Yusuke crouched down and reached out, yanking Ren to an upright position. “Tell me where she is you arrogant bastard!” He snarled as he shook him.

“All right .. I’ll tell you ...” Ren said between shakes.

Yusuke growled but stopped and released his hold, waiting for Ren to give him an answer.

The telekinetic master lowered his head, drawing in a shaky breath only to let out a laugh.

The detective sensed a rise in ki and tried to back away but found himself unable to move. “What the hell?” He murmured as he struggled to break free. “Let me go you freak!”

Ren continued to laugh as he brought his gaze up, his eyes growing black as he studied the angered features of the detective. “Now why would I want to do that?” He replied. “Especially since you fell right into my trap.”

Yusuke frowned, watching as Ren brought his hands up, a strange blue light springing around them. “When I get out of this, I’m going to kick your ass so bad, your own mother won’t recognize you.”

Ren paused, as if to consider his threat. “You’ll be seeing her before I do, Yusuke.” Dropping his smile, he reached up, slamming his hands against the sides of the detectives head.

Yusuke screamed as a sudden pain enveloped him. His body shook but didn’t fall or move from it’s spot, the invisible force of Ren’s telekinetic attack holding him in place.

“Yusuke!” Keiko cried out, her anguished eyes watching as Ren attacked her helpless boyfriend. She whirled to Kigorei and looked at him pleadingly. “Please help him, Mr. Shinato.”

Kigorei looked away. “I can’t Keiko. Ren would kill me for interfering.”

“But you’re his friend!” Keiko shouted. “He looked up to you! Believed in you! He told me you were the best teacher he ever had! You even said he reminded you of your own son! Why are you abandoning him now?!”

The blond gave no reply though he winced at everything she said.

Keiko sank to her knees, crying as she watched Yusuke’s life slowly drained away from him. “We were going to get married and start a family of our own. We were going to be so happy together.” She whispered before turning once more to Kigorei. “How would your family feel now? Knowing you’re taking part in murdering an innocent man?”

Upon hearing her words, Kigorei gasped. He turned to face her, pained to find the same look of horror and fear that once laid claim to him as he watched his family die. Were they watching him now? Would they understand why he was doing this? A chilling reality slammed into him then, the horror of the truth igniting his heart. No. They would be ashamed of him. Loathe him even. His gaze shifted back over to Yusuke and Ren, his heart breaking even further. He had failed his wife and his child. And now, someone he had cared for like a son was suffering. And I’m partly to blame. He looked back over to Keiko, a sad smile lighting his features as he walked past her and to the edge of the roof.

Keiko watched him move, a look of confusion and hope upon her face. “Mr. Shinato?”

“It’s all right, Miss Keiko.” He replied in a soft tone. “Just be ready to go on my command.” He added before bringing his hands forward and in front of him, a ball of crackling energy forming within his palms.

Almost done. Ren thought, smiling in satisfaction. So far the plan had gone on as scheduled. Tahomen had done his part. And I’ve almost completed mine. Now there was the simple matter of trapping Kurama and ..

His thoughts were cut off as a blast of energy smacked into him, the electrical current running through his nervous system, his body twitching even as it sailed across the street and over a row of houses several yards away.

Yusuke blinked as he came out of his stupor, his weakened body collapsing forward the second the force field dissipated. “Ow ..” He murmured but didn’t move. Not even when he heard Keiko’s voice.

“Yusuke!” The brunette cried as she darted over to her boyfriend’s side. Falling down to her knees she reached out, pulling the detective into her lap and turning him onto his back. “Yusuke, please speak to me!”

“I’m fine, Keiko.” He grumbled, wincing when she hugged him tightly to her. “Now let me go will ya, I’ve got to kick Ren’s ass.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have the energy, Yusuke.”

“Who said that?” Yusuke growled upon hearing another man’s voice. Though this one lacked the malice Ren’s did.

“It’s me, Yusuke. Mr. Shinato.” Kigorei answered, stepping within view of the detective.

Yusuke’s eyes widened. “Mr .. Shinato .. What the hell are you doing here?”

Kigorei opened his mouth about to answer, when he felt the effects of his attack begin to weaken. “There’s no time for that now, Yusuke. My stun attack won’t hold him back for much longer. You need to get out of here.”

“No way!” Yusuke yelled as he struggled to his feet. “I’ve got to kick Ren’s ass first!”

“You can barely stand as it is.” Kigorei countered, watching as Keiko steadied him. “Ren will kill you as you are now. And then slaughter your girlfriend and her family, just to get to you. Is that what you want?”

Yusuke paled at his statement, his features darkening at the mention of the dark haired man. “How the hell do you know about Ren?”

Kigorei turned from him, watching the sky expectantly. “I’ve been working for Mr. Kurayami for some time now.”

“What!” Yusuke snapped. “But .. Why?”

 “Because he promised to return my family to me.” He explained in a strained voice. “Azami and Hiroshi died because of me. It was my genetic faults that led to their death. I infected my wife with a debilitating illness which was passed on when she became pregnant for Hiroshi. I watched both of them die slow and painful deaths. And in turn I died as well. Only it was my soul that died. I wanted so badly to be reunited with them that I agreed to help Ren take over Reikai in exchange for seeing my family again. As ruler of that domain, I would get the chance to do so. “ He paused and turned, his sorrowful features falling upon Yusuke and Keiko. “I see now that I was wrong to think such things. I want my family to be proud of me. Not ashamed. I cannot bear the thought of them watching me now. Killing in order to see them. That is not what I want to be remembered for.”

A sudden explosion erupted from somewhere near Ren’s descent, causing everyone to gasp.

Kigorei’s features darkened. “He’s broken free!” Stuffing his hands into his pocket, the blond retracted a set of keys. “Take these!” He ordered holding them out for Keiko to take. “There for the black Mazda parked just down the road from here. Get out of this area before Ren sees you.”

“But ..” Yusuke stammered. “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” Kigorei said with a smile. “Now go!”

Keiko began to move but Yusuke resisted. “Come with us!”

“There’s no time for that! Just get the hell out of here will you! Don’t make my sacrifice in vain!”

Yusuke met Kigorei’s eyes and a look of understanding passed between them. With a nod the detective turned and fled with Keiko.

The half demon watched them go, a wistful smile upon his face. “They really are like us, Azami.” He whispered as he turned around just in time to see Ren appear before him.

“What the hell were you thinking, Shinato?!” Ren roared, his usual composure cracking under the weight of the blonde’s betrayal. “Attacking me?! Do you honestly think you’ll see your family now after this?!”

Kigorei smiled. “Yes.” He answered simply.

Ren regarded the blond with a look of venom to match his voice. “I’ll deal with you after I finish off the detective.” He tried to move past Kigorei only to be pushed back by an electrical shock. “What the hell?”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that Ren. You’ll have to get through me first.”

The dark haired man stiffened then smirked. “So be it.” He replied as he raised his hands together and in front of him.

Kigorei mimicked him, reenforcing the invisible barrier against Ren’s impending attack. As strong as the electrical wave master was, he wouldn’t last long against his former leader. He fought bravely, countering his opponent’s telekinetic blast with electrical discharges until his energy was gone.

Ren smiled in triumph as he made a squeezing motion with his hand.

Kigorei gasped then relaxed as the fear left him. His mind was filled with thoughts of his family. He felt not the pain of the attack, nor did he smell the blood that welled up in his chest and out of his throat as the life was squeezed out of his body. He saw only the image of his wife waiting for him in the light, her arms open in welcome. I’ll be with you soon Azami. He promised. Tell Hiroshi his daddy is coming home.

Yes, I know this is a weird ending but I’m freaking tired! I’ve spent the last two days typing the majority of this chapter. Motivation has only recently struck me so I hope this is enough to satisfy you for a bit. No synopsis for the next chapter. I’ll be taking a day off and then I’ll begin work on chapter two to my other ongoing story, A Moment of Weakness, which is both a Youko/Botan and a Shuichi/Botan fic.