OK for starters, this is my first YYH fic. Don't flame me too bad, most of my knowledge is from my fellow fic authors. I don't own any of this, and I apologize in advance for my crappy bad guys—I needed someone to pick on Hiei. So enjoy the fic, please r&r^_^
Blind Love
Hiei ran through the Rekai. He was in an excellent mood today. He and Kurama had arranged to meet in less than an hour. After nearly a month with Mukuro, he was thrilled that she hadn't kept him later.
In the distance he could feel two ki signatures, but he paid them no attention. He was anxious to see his fox and scared that if he didn't hurry, Mukuro would call him back. So as he passed the clearing, the two demons were the last thing on his mind. Their rank improved, however, as they kept up with him and forced him to stop.
Okay Hiei thought with a growl. Obviously fire demons with speed like that. "What the hell do you two want?"
The one with black hair smiled. They were taller than him, but Hiei was used to that. The demon stepped towards him still smiling. "Why, we wanted to introduce ourselves! Siblings should really know each other."
Hiei glanced at the sun and replied before he really comprehended the words. "I don't have time for this, I'm going to be late."
"Aww, you can spare a few minutes for family, right?" He reached into his pocket and came out with spiked brass knuckles. The other demon, adorned with dark crimson hair, was circling behind the short youkai. Hiei braced himself for a fight, trying to understand what they had said. His family? His family was Yukina… and maybe the fox.
"I don't think he knows us, brother."
The black haired demon laughed coldly. "Well, he is only a half-breed. Probably only has half a brain!"
Hiei's mind was racing. Then it struck him . . . his father! His father was a fire demon, just like these two. And 'dear old dad' certainly hadn't stayed with the Koormine. He dodged even before the strike came. A second blow was much closer, but easily avoided.
"Figure it out yet, half-pint?" The older brother lunged with a third punch. Hiei sidestepped and was nearly caught by a surprise sword strike. "Good one, Neja!"
The crimson haired attacker—Hiei was surprised to note that the fighter was a female—feigned another strike, attempting to distract him. The maneuver was almost successful as her brother grazed the short demon's arm.
Hiei growled and pulled out his katana. "I don't have time for this. I have real family expecting me." The two acted as one, driving Hiei back. Against any other fighters, Hiei would have had no problems. But these two were well trained; and they were as fast as him. Still, he was avoiding their attacks and the same could not be said for his opposition.
Hiei flinched at a sudden pain in his right arm. "I got him!" Neja chirped happily, promptly dodging the katana aimed for her head. Hiei blocked the boy's attacks, but the cut in his arm burned badly. After a moment, it became harder to hold his katana or to dodge.
The punch seemed to come from nowhere and Hiei stumbled back, nearly dropping his blade. "It seems you did get him, and it's going through his system fast." Hiei's vision blurred. Poison he thought hazily. Must have been on the blade. He dodged another blow but fell. Those spikes were heading right for his face. He couldn't dodge, couldn't move. His vision went black.
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Kurama leaned heavily against a tree and looked down at his watch. Hiei was late. Mukuro probably kept him He thought. It wouldn't be the first time. But he still worried . . . he always worried. At last he kitsune decided to head to Hiei instead of waiting around.
Shifting to his youko form, he headed towards Mukuro's territory; and paused not more that thirty yards from where he had been. He could sense Hiei's ki now, very faint. Kurama sprinted towards his lover, more afraid then ever. He could sense others, but they were fleeing.
Before long, Kurama came to a small clearing hidden by the trees. He forced himself to stay calm as he saw that Hiei wasn't moving. He hurried over and checked for a pulse—it was strong. But his breathing seemed strangely labored, like each breath took a great deal of effort.
Kurama saw a deep cut on Hiei's arm. It was fire red and looked infected. He quickly grew some plants and treated the wound as well as others. His attention focused on the youkai's breathing. It was getting slower. Kurama held his own breath waiting for his love's next. It didn't come. With a cry he pressed his mouth around Hiei's, forcing those lungs to work.
He pulled back to see if it had worked. Hiei took a deep, ragged breath. "Oh thank goodness!" The fox wrapped him in a hug. "Hang in there, Hiei. I'll get you home . . . You'll be all right." He lifted Hiei carefully and went to get his katana, noting with sinking hopes the amount of blood on it. Fighting back tears, He rushed the unconscious boy home.
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So, you all see where I'm going with this? I feel so bad, picking on poor Hiei like this. I hope he doesn't read this and decide to hurt me for it. Oh well. I'm sorry if this isn't very good, like I said, it's my first YYH fic. My writing style is changing too *deep sigh* I hope it's all right anyway. Please R&R, should I continiue? Or just add this one to my personal collection?