Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Rescue Me ( Chapter 8 )

AN: Well, here it is. The grand finale. Please review, and remember to look for the sequel which will be up next Monday if all goes well. Also, I'll be posting another independent fic as well so…yeah.

 

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Chapter Eight- Rescue Me

 

**********Karasu's*****POV***********

 

Toying with the Forbidden child isn't a challenge at all. Always it is the most stoic, the most serious, who are more likely to be daunted by a simple statement.

At my suggestion of his precious fox's demise, his red eyes cloud, and the rather exquisite wound on his left arm seems to ail him all the more.

 

“ No.” he states simply. “ You haven't killed him yet.”

 

But inside he screams louder than thunder.

 

Casually I inspect my bright red fingernails and lean against the wall of the corridor, and address the wide-eyed detective, looking more frightened than I have ever seen him.

 

“ Pity. He called out to you a few times before it happened. Could it be that his relations really weren't all that exclusive? Ah, well. I suppose you'll never know. He only babbles now. And sobs. I'm not even sure if you'd want him now. But if you insist…I'd love a good tragedy ending to our battle.”

 

Hiei growls and draws his sword with a quick flick of his wrist.

 

“ I fail to see any reason why your death would be a tragedy.”

 

Without further ceremony, the little spit fire speeds towards me, aiming to chop me into bits. I wonder how in the world he replaced his fine sword in the Ningenkai…and take great pleasure in blowing it up.

 

A hail of shards falls around us again at my surgical precision, and I manage to scrape my index finger across his shirt, tearing it off just to see that predictable look of indignation on his face. Behind him Yusuke struggles in the grip of a clamp that's just erected itself from the crimson rushes, and I savor his yelped swearing as a small bomb of my new creation burrows into his flesh.

 

“ Hmmmm. Yes. I can see why Kurama would be attracted to you.”

 

I drawl, dodging the Fire Demon's rage-filled attacks as I taunt him.

 

“ You are so young. So gentile. Not even a real man at all. But a boy. One who took him with calculated tenderness, simply because he was scared to death.”

 

“ FIST OF THE MORTAL FLAME!!!”

 

“ SPIRIT GUN!”

 

They cry out their attacks together and my eyes widen momentarily in dismay. I had been prepared for the punches, but not the Detective's pain-filled shot. I use an already scorched hand to block the Jaganshi's assaults, but in so doing leave my right shoulder open to cerulean ki.

 

As the blast tears through me I fall to the ground, and Hiei glares, eyes full of anguish and exhaustion.

 

“ For every scar, you lose a limb.”

He snarls and picks me up by the collar of my black jacket.

 

“ And for every tear another hundred years in torment, even if I have to keep you there myself.”

 

Even as he tries to grab me about the throat, my unharmed left hand shoots up and combusts a good portion of his thigh. Meanwhile Yusuke has managed against all ningenish odds to defy my clamp, and races to back up his fallen ally. He doesn't see the Butterfly Bomb soaring towards his back like a leisurely, deadly green specter, and as it hits in between his shoulder blades his screams are drowned out by my sniggers.

 

“ Yusuke…poor, pathetic Yusuke. Your angst is truly beauteous. What do you have now, fragile human? But a lot of empty fantasies and a death that is in vain. He never loved you. He never could. Why would he love someone so below him…so juvenile and underborn; cursed with powers he doesn't even know how to locate and a worshipful adoration of his wanton daydreams. Die, Detective. HAAHAHAHAHAAA! DIE!”

 

I am about to deliver the killing touch, when a searing pain drives up through my ankle to my thigh. Hiei has just dug his fangs into the skin, and his hands are heated with blind fury like the tongs in a smithy's shop. As I reel back to slam against my wooden table, I can't help notice how cramped it has gotten in here…and darker…redder?

 

But Yusuke is on me now, aiming his Rei-gun into my mouth. The last of the bombs I have prepared ignite, but don't seem to sway the passions of my assaulters, who are too pumped with adrenaline to notice the fragrant blood seeping from what I sincerely hope are mortal wounds.

 

I bite his finger, which breaks his concentration long enough so that the blast doesn't reach full potency, but I still get a mouthful of pure, unadulterated power that makes my head spin.

 

I am stunned. But not for long. Why is it so cramped in here?! As the koorime approaches, I attempt to stand…but I feel weak…something, one, is draining me…

 

It is then that I see the vines. Blood red vines, wrapping around my arms and legs. I struggle, realizing belatedly that the energy signature is muddled…but mostly my own. Dammit! I do not control plants! And what on earth is that inkling of…strangeness?

 

“ Traitors…absolved, in the blissful black of death. I'll…not be your ally…in hurting, anymore. Rather...let me do this one last thing…and sleep forever in my flawless…shame.”

 

As my own ki tightens my bonds, I look to the doorway. There, named and trembling as his kitsune instincts struggle to hang onto life, is Kurama. Hiei sees him, but seems to understand the chance his love has given him, and turns blazing garnets to me. The Detective crawls to the fox, who has just gone unconscious, but all I can concentrate upon is vicious, lovely death, staring me in the face in the form of a stock B-class.

 

As he rips off the bandages, the vines writhe in my spazmatic convulsion of fear, disgrace, and elation.

Sad end to a sad life.

I expect him to yell out the attack, or jump, or run, or closes his eyes, but he just stares at me, and aims the bedraggled, tattooed arm.

 

“ Dragon!” he whispers, calling his beast in a quiet way…a frightening way.

 

“ Give me his heart.”

 

******Kurama's******POV********

 

The Dark Stranger stares at me. I can't remember who he is, otherwise my mind will go completely. Instead, trying not to heave, I concentrate on my insides, all these little cells, and their link to his energy. I use it as bait for my own; mixing, churning, working its way slowly out of me so that Karasu's foliage commits a fatal treason. We are equals, in blasphemy, in degeneracy, him and I. The brown-eyed one sees me, watches as I fall, catches my slowly numbing body as it hits the stones.

 

Roses.

Dreams.

The ardent fires of sin.

Mother.

Who?

Light; hate

Chaos.
Where am I? What am I? Do I even want to know? Is it worth it?

A scar hurts.

Many hurt.

I touch my neck.

The Dark One ignites.

A crow is caught.

Caught and burnt.

And then I fade.

In death?

In sleep?

Which one?

Inari.

 

END