Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Shitate no Shourai ❯ Interrupted ( Chapter 3 )

At 11:45, a rustling in the bushes startled them. Kurama jerked. A slim shadow stepped from the foliage. The moon shone on her.

Her appearance was said before, but now colours could be seen. The robe was silver, her hair was black with grey ears. Her tail was also black with a white tip. Small whiskers were on her face. Her eyes were amber. She carried a bag.

Leaping into the square, she cast her eyes around nervously, ears twitching. Everyone in the trees held their breath. She apparently sensed none of them, and bent over, starting to place the artifacts.

"NOW!" Yusuke cried.

Four shapes leapt from the tree. They all landed and faced the Vixen. She snarled, baring fangs and unsheathing her nails. "Who are you?"

"We're the Reikai Tantei. Koenma sent us." Yusuke said, looking at her forehead. It was starting to glow.

"Well, I hope you're ready for a fight!" she said, leaping forward. Suddenly, the tattoo on her forehead burst out with a silver glow, throwing her back into a tree. A loud SLAM echoed through the forest as her back cracked. Her face, however, showed no pain.

Kuwabara moved in with his Rei-ken. He swung it towards her; she flung it aside with a wall of ice energy. The wall hit him and froze his hands.

"K'so!" he swore, moving away. Yusuke darted in.

"Rei Gun!" he shouted, a burst of energy flying from his index finger. The Youko managed to leap away. Her forehead still glowed. She did not scream, but they could all see the pain she was in. She reached a hand for her sword, but her hand froze. She could not move it.

Hiei appeared behind Yusuke, drawing his sword. He slammed it into the ground where the youko's head had been a few seconds before.

"K'so…" he muttered, looking around for her.

He saw her as Kurama flung his Rose Whip, wrapping it around her body, the needle-sharp thorns drawing beads of blood. She struggled to get free, finally bursting it apart. Charred Rose Whip pieces littered the ground.

She knew that now, if she couldn't fight the pain, the only way you could fight was if she meditated on one thought, and one thought only. Don't kill them…

She operated on this idea, holding it close in her mind, shoving away thoughts of killing. The scar's white-hot intensity cooled, and she smiled, showing fangs. "Now…"

With one attack she had knocked out both Kuwabara and Yusuke. They slammed into the ground, eyes closed. She then pivoted and hit Hiei. He was not knocked out, however, but merely stunned.

"Hiei! Yusuke! Kuwabara!" Kurama shouted. "But you can't…" his voice trailed off, looking at the girl in amazement.

She cocked her head at him. "I didn't kill them." She said almost regretfully. Then her hand was out, dashing towards Kurama with a speed even greater than Hiei's.

Kurama knew it was coming, but he couldn't dodge it. The hand, sharp nails first, plunged into his stomach. He screamed in pain, falling to one knee as the girl withdrew her bloody hand.

"Kurama!" Hiei yelled, the scream knocking him out of his stupor. He cursed himself for not being there to help him. He appeared behind the girl, sword out. She spun around and blocked his sword. Sparks flew. She shoved the blade aside and sliced her own into Hiei's shoulder. He stumbled back, hand clutching the wound. Damn it…

Ice appeared in her hand. "Buriza-do!" (Blizzard) she yelled, and the razor sharp shards bit into Kurama's skin. Blood splattered everywhere. He limped to the side suddenly, his Rose Whip appearing again. She smiled. "Finally you're putting up a fight." Suddenly, her scar started to glow again. "No!" she concentrated again on the thought of not killing them. The pain settled into a slow, dull ache. She shook it aside. That she could handle.

The Rose Whip screamed towards her. She had noticed it too late, with her pre-occupation with the tattoo. It hit her shoulder, making her stumble back. She smiled, though.

"You forget, Kurama. I am a Psychic." Suddenly, the whip flung back towards him.

Kurama's eyes widened. "Wha--?!" he didn't finish, because the Whip had bound him to a tree. He gritted his teeth in pain as the thorns cut into his skin. "But-how-"

"I am a Fifth Ward Spellcaster. It is a simple matter for me to manipulate your manipulated plants." She moved in, temporarily forgetting Hiei, and rested the tip of her sword on the hollow at the base of Kurama's neck. She pushed it in slightly. "And this is how the great Youko Kurama…died." Her scar glowed again, and she winced, then laughed. "I still have power to kill you before the pain gets too bad." She pressed it in more, reveling in his gasps of pain as he tried to breathe. "So good-bye."

Suddenly, Hiei's sword struck her from the back. She swiveled around, eyes narrowed. "Oh yes. I forgot you were here."

"You'd better not do that next time. Oh wait, there won't BE a next time, because I'm going to kill you now!" Hiei yelled, moving his sword in to hit her again. She nimbly dodged it and used the Buriza-do technique on him. He couldn't dodge all of it, and blood flew in several places.

"Hiei!" Kurama yelled, straining at the Rose Whip. He couldn't manipulate it to get it off of him, because the girl's Spirit Energy still encased it. He cursed and went back to watching the battle.

Hiei couldn't catch her, even with his superior speed. She kept leaping away from him. Finally she tired of this. Hiei's whole body was bleeding from several attacks, as well as the redhead. She stood as Hiei fell to his knees, breathing hard.

"You know what they say. `It takes more energy to swing and miss than to swing and hit.'" The girl quoted. She picked up the artifacts and walked into the wood, disappearing.

"No…wait…" Hiei said. "I'm not…done…" he fell to the ground.

The whip around Kurama fell and dissipated. He ran to Hiei. "Hiei…" he murmured. He picked up the small fire demon, almost falling as his weakened arms tried to support his lover. He stumbled blindly into the forest, running until he could no more. He fell to his knees in another clearing, where the moonlight shone on them, illuminating in silvery light the blood on both of their bodies. "Hiei…wake up…" Kurama begged, laying the body on the ground. After what seemed like an eternity, Hiei stirred.

"Hiei! Oh thank Inari!" Kurama said wearily.

"Fox…you all right...?" Hiei said in a whispered tone.

"Yes." Kurama lied. "I'd better tend to your wounds, Hiei."

"Same here…" the fire demon started to sit up, but Kurama pushed him back down-gently.

"Hiei, you must lie down." Kurama said firmly. He carefully worked on opening Hiei's shirt, unwinding the scarf and discarding it. Hiei shivered in the cold.

"Here-I'll do yours too-lie down here next to me." Kurama obeyed, and Hiei vanquished the buttons, slipping off Kurama's shirt.

"No fair." Kurama mock-pouted. "I only got to take off your scarf."

Hiei smiled. "Your injuries seem worse. I'd better take care of you before you take care of me." He sat up and moved closer to Kurama.

Kurama shivered as well when Hiei turned him over on his back. A scrutinizing eye took in Kurama's wounds-as well as other things. "Hn. We need to stop the blood flow first." Hiei announced.

"How are you gonna do that? Our clothes are bloodstained as well, and we have no-ah!" Kurama was cut off by a gasp as Hiei leaned in, running his tongue over the blood. He licked it up, eyes closed, tongue trailing around.

"Your blood is unique, fox." Hiei murmured. When all the blood was gone, he surveyed Kurama's heaving chest. "I don't know if I'm done yet…"

Kurama also had his eyes closed. Each time Hiei's tongue had run across his skin, a shuddering wave of pleasure coursed through his veins. "I don't know if you are either, itooshi…"

Hiei took this as an acceptance. "You're right. I'm not." He bent in again, licking Kurama's chest. He curved along with his tongue, pressing into the indentation of every rib as he reached it. He took his time, slowly, slowly, making his way up to the pectoral.

He ran his tongue over the groove here too, then moved upwards to the hollow of Kurama's neck, which had blood there too. Hiei washed it away, then, eyes mischievous, wormed his tongue as far as it would reach into the skin. Kurama gasped, throwing his head up. Hiei worked his way downwards now, along Kurama's collarbone, and finally to his nipple.

He traced around the ring of soft flesh with his tongue, enjoying every minute of this, yet still making it slow. Kurama's hands snaked up and intertwined themselves in Hiei's hair, gripping it tightly. He moaned softly as Hiei's tongue suddenly darted out to wet the tip of the nipple, then back to the outside. Kurama lay there tensed up…waiting…his body aching for Hiei's touch.

He suddenly gasped and arched his chest up as Hiei closed his teeth around the nipple. Hiei, eyes closed once more, gently moved the flesh back and forth between his front and bottom teeth. Kurama moaned again, arching his chest higher. Hiei moved to the other nipple with his mouth, managing to twist his head to gaze over Kurama's chest. He marveled at the beauty of his fox's body, marvelling at how this awesome creature had consented to share it all with him.

Hiei suddenly blinked and looked down. His shirt was off too. "Kurama…when'd you do that-?"

Kurama smiled. "Thief." He said in a "duh" tone. Hiei smiled back, a laugh playing at his lips. Needing something to do at the moment, he pressed his lips against Kurama's, breathing in everything about his fox. Kurama returned the kiss, parting Hiei's lips with his tongue. Hiei moaned into Kurama's mouth.

They lay there. Well, Kurama lay, Hiei was sitting next to him, head bent over his lover's chest. Hiei couldn't contain himself any longer. He reached his hand down to Kurama's pants, fiddling with the red sash that wound around them.

He needed more of this…and obviously so did Kurama. The evidence was right there, pressed against his legs. Hiei felt a throbbing down in…lower regions of his own body. He fiddled with the sash still, a slight scowl appearing in his eyes. He finally found out how to get it off…when…

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!" a scream pierced the still night air. The two lovers froze, eyes moving fearfully to the edge of the clearing.

There…hand to mouth, face horrified…was Botan.

-BV, April 12, 2004

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