Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Ties ❯ The Beauty in the Breakdown ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight

Blood Ties: The Beauty in the Breakdown

Sabryiel woke to the sound of breathing other than her own. She swallowed dryly, blinking a few times. She took in an unsteady breath. She was blind. Her body was numb; all feeling had ceased to be existent. Kurama ran his hand up her arm gently, stopping to rest on her forehead. She was crying now and Kurama sat up quickly, pulling her with him. He brushed the loose hair from her face. “Sabryiel, what is it?”

“Kurama,” her voice was strained. “I can’t see; I can’t feel anything…!” She was sobbing and Kurama quickly pulled her into his arms. Grabbing his car keys he rushed out to his car…


Sunari stepped through the portal, a small bag slung over her shoulder. The Makai air was thick with death and fear. It repulsed her. She walked along the beaten path; any scent her sister may have made when coming here was no doubt gone already. She contemplated staying here. Hiei would no doubt find another. In her heart she felt a pang of jealousy. Sometimes the right thing to do was the hardest thing to do. To save face she put those thoughts behind her. Stopping to stretch, she took off in a run toward her pack.

Last month things had been a little hectic with them. Living in the Makai was dangerous, but at least no one seemed to care if you took out a couple lower level demons. Kina, the youngest of the pack, was expecting a child. Her mate Cal was plagued by thoughts of the child’s loss. Werewolf children sold well into slavery. Her kind, it would seem, were equal to no one in either world. It was astonishing to her how little were left. It wasn’t like they weren’t strong or couldn’t fend for themselves. They were all that; but the magnitude of demons compared to werewolf’s grew more in number than her kind could produce. Yomi had made sure of that, sending his people into her territory to steal children and terrorize them.

It was his method of population control. If her people continued to grow they would easily over take him. She tried to remember what had brought their warring on in the first place. It seemed so very long ago now; so incredibly futile. Centuries ago Yomi fell in love with the Creator. Her name was Kirke. He courted and wooed her, but Kirke’s heart already belonged to another. In Yomi’s lack of understanding he began a hunt of the Creator. She disappeared after that and Yomi settled for the kin she left behind; brutally murdering women and children and selling them into slavery.

Sunari pushed all thoughts aside as the sounds of the pack grew louder. They had called a meeting and the air around them was hostile. Sunari stopped, picking up dust in her wake. The chatter became mute and Cal was the first to greet her, kneeling before her. “Good morning my Queen, it is good to see you back again.”

Sunari nodded at him, looking around the encampment. Kyllian was nowhere in sight, and her scent was barely noticeable anymore. “Tell me Cal, has my sister been here lately?”

“Yes my Queen. She went hunting for the pack early this morning. I expect her return soon.”

Sunari dipped her head in understanding. “You’ve called a meeting?”

“Yes, there was an attack last night. One of our people was mortally wounded.”

Sunari took in a staggering breath. “Who…?”

Cal looked downcast. His expression was that of a man who had lost a loved one. “Dexter,” he finally answered. And he had.

Sunari placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, urging him to stand. He did so and she pulled him into her tight embrace. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.” He looked at her than, a sudden yearning in his eyes. He didn’t have to speak the question before she knew what it was he wanted. Inside she was battling with herself. Even in The Ningenkai she had not used her powers to bring anyone back from the dead. She had come to accept things as they were, not as they could be. But Cal was grieving and somewhere inside so was she. She knew loss and she knew his loss. She was out of practice with her alchemy but she vowed to try. “Tonight, Cal. I will see what I can do.”

He pulled away from her than, tears rolling down her face. “You truly are a great woman.” He told her, kissing her hand.

“How is Kina doing? She must be close now?”

“Yes,” Cal replied. “Any day now; we were hoping she would come today. The change is rough on both child and mother. She is in the tent resting if you wish to see her.”

Sunari headed in the direction of their tent. Cal was right. This close to delivery the change could only be catastrophic. Sunari looked down at Nina. She appeared to be resting. The little tent was cozy and cool and Nina was wrapped in light sheets. Sunari leaned down, shaking the girl gently. “Nina? Hey silly girl, wake up.”

Nina grumbled, but opened her eyes. “Sunari…?” She rubbed her eyes of sleep.

“How are you feeling?”

Nina thought for a moment. “Tired,” she admitted. Her stomach growled loudly. “And hungry, apparently…”

Sunari chuckled. “Kyllian should be returning soon. We’ll get you something than. I’m just going to check a couple things out, okay?”

Nina nodded, a trust in her eyes that Sunari had spent years trying to earn. She lifted the sheets off the pregnant werewolf. She was adorned in a long white gown that buttoned down the front. The gown was beaten and worn but they didn’t have the money to afford the luxury of maternal clothing. Sunari unbuttoned the gown up until her breasts. Nina shuddered as the cool air nipped at her stomach. Sunari uttered an apology as she ran hands along her stomach. She applied pressure to better find the head of the child and Nina gasped in surprise. The baby kicked and Sunari laughed. She was obviously angry and being awoken so suddenly. It made her wonder what her child would be like…she took in a deep breath, buttoning Nina’s shirt back up.

“She’s in the right position, Nina. Inducing labor would be very easy if you would like? The full moon won’t wait for a child.”

Nina’s eyes filled to the brim with tears. “You’d do that for me?”

Sunari was taken aback by her surprise. “Of course I would Nina.”

“Alright you little curtain climbers; line up!” Kyllian’s voice startled them both and the sound of children screaming happily could be heard.

“Excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back with the Pitocin.” Nina dipped her head in understanding.

Outside, Kyllian was handing all the children bouncy balls that she’d no doubt gotten from the marketplace. Sunari stepped over, taking a green ball from the bag. She grinned before handing it to the little girl next to her. “What?” Her sister was being defensive. “The kids could use more toys. Lord knows they have more energy than I can handle.”

Sunari put her hands up in defeat before embracing her sister.


Outside the moon was bright and vibrant but not yet full. Hiei entered the hospital, a cold rush of air hitting him in the face. He growled. He really did hate that damned contraption. He continued on his way to the desk in the middle of the large room. To the left of him children played in the waiting room. To the right, people were being ushered in and out of the emergency room. The male nurse beamed at Hiei, looking at the rather large vase of flowers in his hand. “Hello sir, how can I help you today?”

“These are to be delivered to Ms. Brightmoore, wherever she may be.” Hiei held them out to the nurse, feeling oddly…human. He had never spent his time courting someone before. All this was new to him, but it felt worth it.

The nurse pushed the flowers back in his direction. “I’m sorry sir, Sunari isn’t in today.”

Hiei was silent for a moment, his anger slowly building. He had been deceived and he looked like a buffoon bringing flowers to the woman who deceived him. The nurse leaned over the counter, “Sunari never works on the weekends.” He whispered. Hiei nodded before turning around to leave. In his pocket his communicator vibrated and the water in the vase began to boil.