#21: Oxygen
"Hiei, god Damn it, don't do this to me!"
Yusuke and Kuwabarra cringed, turning away as their comrade pushed the chest of his mate, forcing air between blue lips; his face was wet with tears and sweat, locks of hair sticking to his cheeks.
"Come on, wake up! You'll live through a sword, you bastard!" By now the breaths were broken by sobs, his hands frantically pressing breastbone, messily moved black bangs from the band upon Hiei's forehead.
"Kurama..."
"Shut up Kuwabarra!" he gathered the limp hiyoukai, burying his face into a neck that would soon be cold, whimpering, "Hiei...Hiei...don't do this...not now...!"
Kurama gasped, rocking back and forth. Kuwabarra and Yusuke could only watch him drown.