Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Healing Process ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hiei couldn't feel his legs. A drowzy feeling flooded his senses and he leaned hard into Kurama's chest. the kitsune's warm body was of some comfort to him but this was something he would never have admitted. He uttered a low growl when he felt Kurama's fingers brush through his hair. "Don't do that." He purred into the warm chest. Kurama was using his mastery over plants to attempt to heal him of his internal injuries and Hiei could feel the cut of the thorns as they made tiny incisions through his clothes. He winced slighty when a particularily deep incision was made near his damaged rib.
"Don't worry," he heard Kurama's assuring voice. "They won't hurt for long. There's a numbing agent in them so you won't feel them inside you." Hiei groaned and Kurama wrapped his arms around him in a gentle embrace. hiei's initial reaction was to break free of the arms that held him and put as much distance between them as possible. But he found he had no strength to do so. The plants were inside him now. His thigh, collarbone and torso alive with a faint burning sensation as the vines did their magic repairing bone and muscle. Hiei loked up at his gentle captor. "Why are you doing this?"
"You're injured." Kurama responded, looking down at him, confused.
"No." He shifted in Kurama's grasp. "This."
"Do you want me to let go?"
No. Hiei thought. I just want to know why you are holding me. And why the hell I am liking it.... Hiei frowned and closed his eyes, not giving him an answer.


Hiei was letting him hold him! Deep within himself, Kurama wished he could freeze time. Freeze time so he could just sit here in the grass by the ocean with the one he cared so much for and watch the sunset. Kurama rested his chin on Hiei's head and gazed out at the water. The sun was a giant, orange fireball n a rainbow sky. It reminded him of the hman world and he longed to return to it. He didn't belong here in the Makai anymore.
"Hiei? Will you come with me when I go back to the Ningen--" Kurama looked down at the small youkai. Hiei had fallen asleep in his arms. A smile spread across his face and he shifted the dark youkai, being careful not to disturb the plants attached to hm.
"Is your dream life as hard on you as this one? Do you fight battles you can't win?" Kurama reached down and removed the plant in Hiei's thigh. A small trickle of crismson blood escaped from the wound. "You are only youkai. You're not Superman." Kurama laughed at this. Hiei did come retty close to the Ningen equivalent of Superman. Once again repositioning Hiei, Kurama lay down in the grass and lay the sleeping duelist next to him.
"When you wake up you're going to leave me arn't you?" Kurama whispered, wishing it wasn't true. Hiei's pale face resembled that of a sleeping boy. Innocent and young. Whisps of black hair tickled across his face in the breeze. Hiei brushed them away and -much to Kurama's suprize- nuzzled closer to him and buried his face against the fabric of his shirt. Kurama lay his head on his arm and wrapped the other around Hiei. With the plants still working on Hiei, all the poison would soon be drained from his blood. Hiei would be back to normal in no time at all. Kurama almost wished he wouldn't.

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When Hiei woke up he opened his eyes to a sleeping Kurama excruciatingly close to him. In fact, Hiei was shocked to find his own fist tightly clenching the kitsune's shirt. Letting go of it, Hiei rose to a sitting position, shrugging away the muscled arm that was around him. It was dark. Probably close to being morning. Or mdnight, in the Ningenkai. Hiei stretched and tested his muscles. There was no longer a burning sensation in his chest and he noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. Kurama must have taken the plants out of him while he was passed out. The thought of Kurama undressing him without his knowing it made him frown. He looked over at the sleeping kitsune. Kurama's long, red hair was spread around him like a halo in the grass. His lips were parted and he was breathing softly, his fingers were twitching slightly beside him. Hiei studied him for a long moment. Kama he's beautiful. Seeing his shirt in the grass nearby, he pulled it on. "Arigatou." He whispered. Placing his white scarf in Kurama's open hand, he disappeared into the night.