Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hiei's Mirror ❯ Dependence ( Chapter 2 )

Sorry for the short first chapter! This one's longer, luckily.

 

 

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Kurama padded softly to his door, listening carefully for sounds of his mother. Asleep- good, he thought absently. Recently his mother-his human mother- had been snooping in to his personnel life, and Kurama hoped fervently that he got to tell his mother about Youko, his demon side, before she found him doing something decidedly demonic. Like making plants move out of boredom like he used to. Or battling underworld monsters in the house.

He sighed at the thought. She had found him fighting off a low level demon in the basement a week ago. That had not ended happily. He did manage to eventually convince her that she was hallucinating, and that no, she was not crazy, but he didn't wish to repeat the incident.

A noise! He stiffened- had she woken up? Did he just hear- no, he felt a noise. Like a little nagging voice at the very edge of his mind. A demon? The aura seemed familiar, too. Yuske, maybe? No, Yuske's felt more impish than this one. Then Kuwabara, Botan (is Botan a demon? Or is she a spirit or something?), Hiei, Jin, or any other of those tag a long demons.

Kurama decided against going down to look or trying eeny- meeny- miny-mo. What did the aura feel like? Any emotions? Kuwabara was usually confused, Hiei was usually scornful or more often irritated, and Jin was usually just being Jin.

No easily recognized emotions, he thought. Whoever it is, they don't want to be found that easily. Trotting over to the window and pulling it open, he resigned himself to a cold night.

He delicately sniffed the frosty midnight-of-December air, and then soon wished he hadn't. He spent quite a bit of time sniffing plants, trying to tell them apart more easily and such, and thus his nose was strong. But even if he hadn't, the sharp tang of fresh blood and pain was obvious in the frozen air by his window.

“Oh, no,” he murmured, and then hurried to the door and down the stairs. Across the kitchen, through the living room, past his slumbering cat, to the front door. “Oh, no, no, no…”

Before he could get to the handle, the door slid open. In tumbled Hiei.

Kurama made a soft exclamation- something that would have been a shout of surprise or sympathy if not for the soft volume. He slid a slender hand under Hiei's shoulder, flipping him over to take stock of any injuries.

Hiei's eyes flickered open. Crimson orbs gazed cloudily at emerald ones. “Kurama?” he rasped. “Can you fix me? He was stronger than I thought.”

“Yeah,” Kurama answered immediately, though he hadn't checked Hiei's injuries more then the briefest optical scan. And what he saw wasn't good, either. A facial gash, four consecutive slashes on his torso, possibly a broken arm and leg (only Hiei could walk to his house on a broken leg with no anesthetic or support), and definitely some broken bones in various places. Probably fractures, too, knowing Hiei.

He slid his other arm under Hiei's other arm, ignoring the short fire demon's protests at the indignity. “Hiei, we both know you can't make it up the stairs, or where ever we're going next.”

“We're leaving?” Hiei responded hoarsely. “Why?”

“Because it takes about five minutes of talking to you to figure out you're not the average fifteen year old guy, and I happen to live with several small step siblings and my nosy mother. Be quiet, will you? You might wake them.” Kurama briefly let Hiei slide to open the door with his now inocupied hand.

Hiei laughed weakly. “Just patch me up quick so I can get that other guy.”

“Sure, just promise to be quiet until we can move you to the temple!” Kurama set the limp form of the formerly powerful fire demon on to his now blood stained bed.

“I knew you wouldn't let me down,” Hiei whispered, eye lids drooping. Kurama smiled gently, then began to consider how to handle the situation.