Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Friends ❯ Betrayal ( Chapter 1 )

Friends
Part I of the Relations series

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'Ahh. What a nice day,' Mukuro sighs as she watches Hiei train her troops. 'And the view couldn't get any better,' she purrs as she watches Hiei's exposed chest. He looks the same as always, except for the fact that he now is taller, standing at about five foot three. He usually wears a dark powder blue tank top with varying styles of black pants, along with a black cape with a red inner lining, but today, because he is drilling the soldiers himself, he is just in his favorite black sweatpants.

'I couldn't agree more.' Mukuro looks up and sees Kurama approach, also watching Hiei with interest. Hmm. He's in his fox form today.

She had invited him to stay with them after his mother had died suddenly of an aneurysm last year. He was now in charge of her medical and spy units, which had vastly improved in the past nine months he had been there.

'Hey Kurama,' she greets sullenly, 'I guess you haven't had any luck yet, either?' Both of them have discovered that the other loves Hiei just as much. So since Hiei hasn't responded to their advances in the last six months, they have decided to work together, with the hope that one of them will succeed. She shakes her head, 'I know I haven't.'

'No,' Kurama confirms, 'I haven't had any luck either.' He sits down next to Mukuro and runs a hand through his silver locks. 'I'm starting to think that he doesn't even KNOW what attraction is.' She had become almost as close a friend as Hiei in the past nine months he had lived with them.

'No kidding,' Mukuro agrees as she watches Hiei scold yet another soldier for screwing up something, 'We've tried everything from touching to stalking…except outright frilly things, of course.'

'And those would probably get us chopped in half,' Kurama says as he watches Hiei take flight on his wings to demonstrate an aerial attack to the unit of flyers under his command. He remembered how Hiei had been scared to use them at first. Not to mention that he wanted to cut them off at first. Ha! Who would have thought Hiei was vain. He had hated the initial dark green color of his wings, which, since then, had turned black- a color Hiei favored more. He had quickly mastered aerial combat and was exploring and combining techniques to form an even more deadly array of techniques to use. Why can't he care about love as much as he does fighting?

'Agh!' they hear Hiei yell after he had landed and watched the division proceed to fail at the new, extremely simple attack pattern, 'Just go back to the castle!' He glares at them. 'You're all pathetic today!' The soldiers retreat back to their quarters, dragging their feet dejectedly. 'K'so! I didn't think that you could get worse with training.' He looks in their direction after retracting his wings, 'Did you enjoy watching them being pathetic?'

'How did you know we were here, Hiei?' Kurama asks. That's funny; I was masking my energy the whole time.

Hiei shrugs, 'Hn.'

Hiei's power must have greatly increased since we last sparred if he can sense my energy when it is being masked. Maybe I should test him. 'Well than Hiei,' Mukuro suggests, 'why not show me what you're trying to train my pathetic soldiers?' She walks towards him, smirking in anticipation of the enjoyment she gets from making Hiei sweat. A thing, in her opinion, that made him even sexier. She laughs to herself. Like that's even possible. He's as sexy as they come.

Hiei chuckles, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. 'Very well then.' Hiei prepares for battle, unfurling his wings.

Kurama smiles at the sight as he imagines himself doing lewd things to and with those wings. Damn it! Can one second go by when I DON'T think about having sex with him!!!?

`So are you going to attack,' Hiei mocks with a smirk, `Or are we just going to stand here all day long?'

'With pleasure.' Mukuro says. She charges Hiei, who quickly takes to the air. He avoids another attack, and summons a small fireball and throws it at Mukuro.

'Shit.' Mukuro says as she senses the amount of energy in that one small fireball. Damn, when did Hiei get this powerful? She tries, but is unable to dodge the attack and is sent flying into a tree with that one small attack, shocking all present.

Some of the soldiers who still lingered in the field stare in sheer shock at their commander's easy defeat. Not a soul can believe a single fireball beat their lady, even if it was from Hiei-sama.

Kurama stares with mouth agape as he analyzes Hiei's class level according to that attack. Gods, with that small release of energy, he reads at a level far surpassing Mukuro's power, let alone mine...better stay on his good side.

Mukuro forces herself to sit up and gasps at the pain from the wounds Hiei has inadvertently afflicted on her with this latest attack. Jeeze, now I know how my pillows feel. She has been punching her pillows lately with the frustration of her ignored attentions.

Hiei approaches her and offers his hand. 'You okay, Mukuro-sama?' he asks with genuine concern and regret in his voice, "I didn't mean to hurt you." A light blush covers his cheeks.

She takes his hand and smiles. 'Hiei,' she proudly says as he pulls her up, 'you don't have to call me 'sama' any more.' She winces and leans on his whipcord strength. 'I think it's clear that you outclass me, and besides,' she smiles again, 'we're friends.'

'Yes,' a small smile lights his face, almost bringing tears to both Mukuro's and Kurama's eyes with its beauty, 'friends.'

'Damn, Hiei,' Kurama says as he approaches them, 'since when did you surpass S-class?'

'Kurama,' He says, frowning and picking up Mukuro, 'it isn't important right now.' He starts to fly towards the castle. 'Getting Mukuro's wounds bound is,' he calls back to Kurama.

'Hai,' Kurama agrees, 'you're right.' He follows Hiei, running to catch up. 'Bring her to your room and I'll take care of the rest. All of the bandages are in there anyway.'

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An hour later Mukuro is resting in Hiei's room with Kurama and Hiei.

'I'm going to go get more bandages and medical supplies from town,' Hiei says. 'I'll be back soon.' Hiei leaves with a warning directed towards Mukuro to rest.

'I can't believe I let Hiei's power go without test for so long,' she says, sitting up. She is wrapped in bandages up to the tops of her breasts and down to the bottom of her ribs; otherwise, all she is covered with is a blanket. 'No wonder he hasn't noticed us. He's probably been too busy training.' She looks down, 'Now that he's surpassed S, there's probably no chance at all for us.'

'Yes,' Kurama agrees, 'I can't even remember the last time we even talked for a while. And I don't even need to mention the fact that I haven't had sex with anyone for over 300 years.'

'Yeah,' Mukuro agrees, 'I'm worse, I haven't had a romp for over 600 years.'

'Well, why not- end the wait?' Kurama suggests, sitting on the bed near her.

'You mean.' Mukuro's eyes widen at the thought. She smiles.

'If we can't have Hiei.' Kurama leans towards Mukuro so that their lips are almost touching.

'At least we can have each other, surrounded by his scent.' They close the distance and kiss.

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Some time later they lay tangled in the sheets, sated from their intense lovemaking.

'I missed that.' Mukuro sighs and rubs her nose against Kurama's.

'Me too,' Kurama licks her nose, playful and almost senseless with the afterglow of climax.

Suddenly the door opens and a gasp is heard. They look up, mortified to see Hiei. He has dropped the boxes of supplies he was carrying, spilling the rolls of bandages and jars of various unguents to the ground, and looks shocked as his mouth works as if searching for a way to speak.

Damn! What do I do now? Mukuro thinks as she tries to explain the situation without making it seem like they are a couple. Like that's possible. She mentally groans.

Kurama quickly searches for something to say. Meaning to say something to explain this less than explainable situation, 'Care to join us?' is what really came out.

Hiei's eyes widen and he quickly steps back, looking suspiciously like a deer in a car's headlights.

'Hiei, wait!' Mukuro cries. But Hiei has already seen enough. He softly closes the door, and they hear him softly walk away.

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'Damn!' Mukuro yells, ' "Care to join us?" you idiot!' She hits him with the pillow. 'Now he thinks we're a couple!'

'Stop!' Kurama catches the pillow, 'What is hitting me going to do about it?'

'Nothing, but it makes me feel better.'

'Well, maybe we should just tell him.'

'Can't hurt. We've tried everything else.'

'Tomorrow morning.'

'Yes. We'll meet in the dojo.'

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I can't believe this. Not telling me, then doing it in my bed! It's not that I'm not happy for them- they're great people and deserve each other- it's just that I thought they were my friends. Hiei laughs bitterly at himself. Guess no one but 'her' can trust the Forbidden Child with secrets. Guess it's back to 'them' and 'me' again.

'Hiei-sama! Hiei-sama!' a messenger calls.

'What is it?' Hiei asks, not feeling particularly social. Now what? Do they want to try and make me feel included again? Tough luck to them, then.

'We are being invaded on the north border,' the messenger reports. 'What are your orders?'

'Tell the troops to prepare for battle. I'll be there in five minutes.'

Hiei grabs his katana from its perch on the wall of the dojo. He unsheathes the blade and turns it so he can see his reflection in the blade. His right fist begins to smoke. Good, I need a good battle to vent out in. He sheathes the blade and hooks the sheath to his belt. He closes his eyes and focuses for a second, then looks up and walks out the door, grabbing his cloak on the way out. Mercy on the fools who challenge me today.

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'WHAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!' Mukuro screeched, bringing Kurama, in his human form, running to her chamber.

'What's wrong, Mukuro?' Kurama asks, breathless from the run.

'Hiei left to deal with a border skirmish alone, with just his troops,' she groans and holds out a note to Kurama. 'And he brought his katana with him.' She buries her head in her hands. 'We've lost his trust.'

'I was afraid this would happen,' Kurama says sadly as he reads the note. It reads simply:

Mukuro and Kurama,

Went out to deal with the problem.

Have fun.

Be back later,

Hiei.

'It was hard enough to gain it the first time. Just imagine how hard it will be this time.'

They both look down and see a single tear gem on the floor. It's black.

Mukuro leans down to pick it up, and gazes into its onyx depths, a tear falling from her own eye.

'Hiei.'

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The northern border is a battle zone.

Hiei's troops are winning though.

Well, to be truthful, Hiei is winning. He has sliced, burned, and done almost every painful thing imaginable to his enemies. Now, all but one enemy has been killed, wounded, or simply surrendered to Hiei's power.

All.

But.

One.

But one can make a difference.

…

…

…

And so one did.

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Suddenly a chill ran down both of their spines.

'Did you feel that?' Mukuro asks Kurama.

'Yes,' he asks, 'let's just hope it isn't what I think it is.'

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'Mukuro-sama.' a battered messenger appears in the hall where she and Kurama were anxiously awaiting Hiei's - hopefully- safe return.

'What is it?' she asks, almost pouncing on the messenger. 'What's happened?'

'The battle was won with only light casualties. The troops are on the way back,' he reports.

'No you dolt!' Mukuro yells, 'How's Hiei?'

'Hiei-sama…h-he was,' he stammers, looking down, 'badly injured in the fight by a sharp shooter while he was flying.' He looks up, teary eyed. 'I'm sorry but…he's…'

Tears form in Mukuro's eyes, 'No…anything but that.' Tears stream down her face. 'Kurama…'

Kurama is speechless. He is also streaming tears, 'He…he just… can't be... Kurama… please say...it…it…isn't-' she collapses into his arms and wails in pain and sorrow. Kurama buries his face in her hair and silently cries with all the conviction of Mukuro's wails.

'He is mortally wounded.'