Kuwabara: Alright (Snickers) Urameshi. (Snickers) I mean Who. Truth or dare?
Yusuke: (Frowns) Truth.
Kuwabara: How big is your…? (Holds his hands up to his chest in bowl like fashion)
Yusuke: (opens mouth to speak)
(Both Yusuke and Kuwabara are buried under piles of soda cans)
Who: (Innocently) Oh I wonder how that happened.
Torrin: (Laughs) No one fills that size quite like you do. Can't blame the oaf for being… (is crushed by a giant can of soda)
Who: Alright then. Botan it's your turn now!
Botan: Eh… right.
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Two bodies bounced against a ice that jutted out like peninsulas, some formed weak hooks that broke and became one with the icy debris that fell all around. Shards of ice showered downward along with both Torrin and Kurama. The two finally hit the bottom after what seemed an eternity's worth of a decent. The whole affair with the fall left Kurama feeling more than a little disoriented. His mind sluggishly tried to price together just what had happened. He had gotten as far as wrapping his mind around the fall that he had taken into the icy abyss.
Kurama's thoughts once more grew disjointed, the world had suddenly begun to whirl and flounder all about him. A slight feeling of vertigo seemed to follow the movement. It was only when the motion ceased that Kurama noticed that he had been tumbling. Torrin had incited the roll that had deposited the two in another expanse of plush virgin snow. Their previous perch was now home to a large onerous, not to mention deadly, chuck of ice that would have, had it not just simply crushed the two, impaled both Kurama and Torrin.
Kurama raised his head shaking it free from the dusting of snow and minute assorted ice crystals that clung to his crimson tresses. His head was still drifting within the air several stories up from where a sudden fall had taken him. His last memories had been Torrin acting, well as Torrin tends to act, like a hormonal oversexed creep. Not more then a few moments after the spirit detective had lain the bat demon out upon his back, then the world had been taken up into a swift spin only to end with Kurama in his moment of dizzy confusion.
Snowflakes continued to flitter in from the heights at which Kurama had fallen and his emerald eyes soon began searching the upper levels only to be met with an indistinguishable world of white. With the dizzying ride over, now being stationary, Kurama once more set to seeking out his bearings. First in line was to assess his positioning. That was answered quite quickly.
"I suppose then," a labored voice slightly muffled by breathlessness spoke up, "I was correct in assuming you had a preference for being on top." Torrin choked briefly as he forced out his words his chest tight with pain from some sharper blows he had taken in the fall, one would not have known by the look on his face; his smirk could hide anything, and usually tended to. The bruises that would soon begin to show from the punishment his body had taken would otherwise go unnoticed. Right now that deceptive smirk, though tainted with perhaps the smallest hint that Torrin wasn't quite his brash and lecherous self, was peering up toward Kurama. Somehow, in all that tumbling of the decent Torrin had managed to wind up underneath the redhead, a second time, and wasn't terribly unhappy with his newfound position.
"So what now," Torrin managed to snake his arms about a somewhat surprised, he was after all still coming to grips with his situation being on top of Torrin, most awkwardly at that, Kurama. "Yet, perhaps, another tumble? Now that you have me as you wish." What Kurama actually wished was that he could find some means to escape Torrin's grip, even if the warmth he was experiencing being so close was a welcome change from the cold. The redhead, more shaken than anything for the moment, tried to raise himself off the cushion on which he lay, Torrin. "Now there's no need to be coy, we're alone. Besides it is the best way I can think to get you nice, toasty and warm. Not to mention put a lovely blush in those cheeks"
Torrin smirked letting his grip about the squirming Kurama loosen. Kurama was quick to push himself up off of the bat demon, who couldn't help giving a disappointed sigh. As if he truly believed that Kurama was ready to give in to his tenacity. It seemed impossible but the feeling of being lost grew about tenfold with Kurama's new location. He looked to Torrin for an answer the bat demon shrugged turning over to lie on his stomach and look to Kurama.
The cursed cold grew ever more insufferable, and Kurama's entire body quacked from the bitter chill as if he had adopted a nervous sort of tick. The redhead rubbed his arms. Now the chill had grown more painful giving the sensation of an animal with hungry rending teeth which were raking over his skin. As if the cold were not enough to give Kurama woes he was also slightly crippled by leg pains. He hadn't stopped limping since he'd last experienced that jolt of pain. And now he didn't even think he could manage standing. When he tried his leg crumpled underneath him Torrin only watched not saying a word good bad or otherwise.
Add not being able to walk to his list of problems, things were going great. Kurama's list of complaints wasn't quite finished. He still had to take into account that he was unable to use his spirit energy, and lost with Torrin as his companion. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. His green eyes would often shift to the side looking at Torrin with an envious kind of curiosity. "Tsk," Torrin seemed to take notice that for the umpteenth time since they had begun their icy escapade that Kurama was giving him a softly suspicious glance. Only now did the bat demon care to acknowledge this, his head lowering and shaking.
Guiltily Kurama looked away once more he lost his vision in the, what must have been miles, of white crystalline dust that covered the earth. "You're not helping this."
"Princess you're hurt." Torrin, of course, ignored Kurama's scolding he was looking at the spirit detective's leg. "Must be uncomfortable..." Torrin's eyes strayed upward as he rolled over on his back. His tone suggested an amount of apathy for the whole situation. He was simply toying with the injured Kurama, and the redhead got that sense quite strongly.
Kurama moved his hurt leg bending it at the knee and bringing it towards his chest. "Why do you insist on being difficult?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Princess." Torrin shifted again this time turning onto his side to look at Kurama. "After all I've only tired to help."
"You call this helping!"
"This little detour wasn't part of my plan. You, weren't even part of my plan. But here we are best we just try to make the best of this situation." Torrin positioned himself that he now settled on his hands and knees. He began to crawl toward Kuram, the boy feeling somewhat panicked scooted back. He wasn't allowed much room for escape before his back was pressed into a wall of ice, and still Torrin advance. Kurama flinched when Torrin was less than a breath away from his face. He felt helpless, and blamed it on the device that was implanted in his body. If only he could get the controller away from Torrin, but the instant his hands would even gloss over the air near Torrin's skin, it was certain the bat demon would take it the wrong way.
"So cute..." Those words were unexpected, but Torrin's voice had definitely spoken them. Kurama opened his eyes Torrin's hands were… The boy turned his head away unable to believe what he was feeling. And it felt…it felt good. "Well now I didn't expect this." Torri stated working his hand into the spirit detectives flesh. Kurama gave a small shudder his lips parting slightly as he pressed his back further into the ice.
"Isn't the body a most interesting construction?" Torrin's let his hand touch Kurama's bare skin. Leaning down he breathed warm air onto the spirit detective's skin. Kurama squeezed his eyes closed almost feeling as if he would lose himself in Torrin's touch. "It's covered with places that if touched send a wave of pleasure through the body, erogenous zones." Torrin gave a soft pleased hum for Kurama's seeming compliance with his touch.
"Feels good doesn't it?" I have very well trained hands." Torrin cooed his hands massaging deeper into Kurama's flesh. "You do this enough and you get pretty good at it, don't you think?" Kurama spoke no words he managed a slight nod in the sensation that made him feel as if he might have been melting. His eyes sank closed at least he didn't have to worry about feeling cold. "Come on now, tell me is that better?" Experienced digits worked their way up Kurama's leg. (A/N. Tsk, tsk. You perverts his hand wasn't even above Kurama's knee.) Then those playful fingers danced back down winding there way to the redhead's foot.
"I bet I could find yours…" Torrin teased squeezing sensuously about Kurama's foot. "When I find the right spot just moan. Torrin couldn't help but to smirk. Kurama such his head wondering how it was that Torrin's touch could be so cathartic. He wanted to tell the bat demon to stop, but found he couldn't from the words. It was like a spell weaving through him. The bat demon might have been able to induce a moan if Kurama weren't feeling so guarded.
Torrin skillfully ran his hand about Kurama's leg. An ever present grin pasted on his face. He gave quiet laugh, caressing here squeezing there, putting the right amount of comfort to bring ease to Kurama's sore appendage. The redhead tried to ignore Torrin, slightly surprised that the bat demon's ministrations was supplanting his pain. How he hated having to admit that, even just to himself. "Enjoying yourself?" Torrin asked, not caring that when he turned his attention to him, Kurama was wearing the coldest of scowls. Kurama tugged his leg back feeling as if he could have been put asleep by Torrin's action.
"You're supposed to be looking for a way out of here."
"What? And leave you here all by yourself?" Torrin gave a small simper once more leaning forward that his face was near that of Kurama's. The redhead simply glared "I can't imagine that you are at all contented." Torrin's voice wafted into Kurama's ears, low and enchanting radiating with a sultry heat.
"Perhaps if instead of playing at these less than entertaining games of yours you could help find the way out--" Kurama's snappish response was cut short when Torrin, after shaking his head in a formal disagreement, put a finger to the boy's lips to quiet him
"You need me here right now Princess, to keep you warm and help out with that leg of yours. You think I haven't noticed." Torrin sighed, growing bolder his hand bushed over Kurama's neck, at this point Kurama's wet clothes seemed to stiffen his every movement. Then again it could have been some subconscious desire to stay warm either way when Torrin was nearer Kurama, apprehensive as he wanted to be, found that he was having trouble moving too far from the reach of the bat demon's arm. "I know how I have been in the past, but I really only want to help you."
"You'd be more help if you stop playing games." Kurama was sounding angry again.
"Games? Princess my feelings for you are quite serious." Once more Kurama felt the weight of Torrin's hand upon his injured leg, as of he sought to keep up with his earlier ministrations
"You can't possibly still think--"
Princess do you hear that." His voice was a ghost of a whisper in Kurama's ears. He was just about to inquire on Torrin's words but he heard something too.
"Don't move." Torrin continued to whisper he tapped the ground then moved away from Kurama. The redhead was thankful for that much, though in the same he yarned for the heat he had to forfeit .
Torrin's ear was pressed to the ground, quite literally. Kurama wondered why given the sounds that he had heard clearly came from overhead. He didn't question Torrin though. The inquisitive look on his face said so much more than words ever could. Settling on his haunches Torrin brushed his hand over the ground sweeping away the covering of snow. This whole place was settled on a thick layer of ice. Torrin tapped the ice.
"Ravencroth!" Kurama tried to stand but failed.
Torrin turned to the redhead issuing his same warning of stillness before something crashed into his body sending the bat demon skidding over the ice.
"Hells…" Torrin groaned feeling as if he had been hit with all the force of a five ton weight, the strength at which the Walken had exerted in its charge had to be at least that strong. Torrin slowly, trying not to draw attention to himself, pushed off the ground taking a wobbly stance. The Walken was already poised for yet another charge, Torrin being the creature's objective.
Kurama, taking advice from Torrin's earlier warning didn't move from the spot where he sat. He winced a small rush of pain lingering in his already injured leg. He could have escaped while the Walken bashed Torrin to death, but in that thought Kurama felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving the bat demon in such a situation. His acute emerald eyes sought out some means of fending off the Walken. He noted some dagger-like protrusion on the ground. Sharpened ice that may have slide down in the fall.
The sprit detective stood at least the pain had ebbed enough for him to brave movement. He would have to question the healing power of Torrin's touch later. He limped still but with speed trying to reach the projection of ice.
Torrin had begun to back away slowly the Walken was after all blind even if it could sense his movement Torrin figured he still had a chance of escape. The Walken raked its clawed foot cover the ice kicking back snow. Torrin expected its next action would case him considerable pain. He waited for the creature to move. The Walken raked it's foot over the ground once more than turned sharply taking a up its swift charge. Torrin, surprised looked in the direction that the creature was running. He saw Kurama hobbling like a wounded animal.
"Princess." Torrin's voice was filled with a high level of fear as he began to race forward as if planning on catching up with the racing Walken. Kurama noticed the beast's charge and hoped he would be able to move before the monster reached him.
The Walken picked up speed. Holding his breath Kurama waited. "Princess! Move!" Torrin called sounding distressed. He had no hope of catching up with the Walken. Still Kurama waited the creature was just upon him at the last moment the boy throw himself off to the side the Walken slowed to follow but slide on the ice it was skewered by the protruding icicle.
Still alive the Walken howled out pained trying to wrestle its body away from the icicle that had stabbed through its large orange eye.