PRIORITIES: CH.2:
To do or not to do, that is the question
AN: Sorry about the lateness of this chappie. I'm just really lazy. No excuses. This will probably be the last chapter, as I have no intention of continuing it, unless you really want me too. So read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. I am making no money off this whatsoever.
Warnings: Ummmm . . . A bit odd, probably some OOCness, err, short . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CH.2
Hiei cursed silently to himself as he made his way back to where Yusuke had fallen. He had forgotten that humans were not as immune to the cold as he was, and had a tendency to lose consciousness in such weather. Kneeling down next to Yusuke, he rolled the human over so he could see his face. Hiei frowned. Yusuke would not last much longer out here, and the nearest shelter was miles away. The youkai glanced at the mountains in the distance where he believed Kurama and the idiot were being held. He had pondered for a while why only those two had been taken, but had come to no certain conclusion. A thought occurred to Hiei, and he frowned, considering. Yusuke would surely die within the hour if he wasn't taken care of soon, and the others . . . well, he wasn't sure about them, but it probably didn't matter. They could get out on their own, if they tried hard enough. Hiei slowly stood up. He could leave now, go back to his old life. And if Koenma sent anyone after him, he could take care of it. No more stupid missions, no more getting bossed around by a toddler smaller than him . . . Yukina . . . She would be better off, all he ever did was hurt her when he said he hadn't found her brother. Hiei walked a few steps away from Yusuke, paused, then turned and glared at the human. The question was not whether he could do it, but rather, whether it was worth it. He turned toward the horizon again and frowned. Was it worth it? His eyes narrowed, and he spun around and flashed back to Yusuke's side. In the same moment, he pulled the band away from his Jagan and opened it up. Kneeling down, he placed his hand on Yusuke's forehead and focused. Anyone observing would have seen fire gather at his fingertips and his Jagan glowing a bright green. Hiei's jaw clenched and slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt Yusuke, he sent the fire coursing through the human's veins, warming him slowly but steadily. He had made his choice. He felt so. . . . warm? That didn't make any sense. He could have sworn that just a minute ago he had collapsed from the cold. Maybe he was dead then? No, that didn't make any sense either. Yusuke had been dead before, and it hadn't felt like this. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and glanced at himself. Everything seemed to be normal except for the fact that he was engulfed in flames. Yusuke jerked in surprise and jumped up, spinning around and readying his spirit gun in one fluid movement. "Ok, who the heck-Oh. Hiei. I didn't realize-" "Evidently." Hiei was standing in front of Yusuke, arms crossed. Yusuke realized the fire must have been his, and that meant . . . "You . . . " he started to say, then shrugged. "Thanks." "Hn. Let's keep going." "Right."
AN: Sorry about the lateness of this chappie. I'm just really lazy. No excuses. This will probably be the last chapter, as I have no intention of continuing it, unless you really want me too. So read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. I am making no money off this whatsoever.
Warnings: Ummmm . . . A bit odd, probably some OOCness, err, short . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CH.2
Hiei cursed silently to himself as he made his way back to where Yusuke had fallen. He had forgotten that humans were not as immune to the cold as he was, and had a tendency to lose consciousness in such weather. Kneeling down next to Yusuke, he rolled the human over so he could see his face. Hiei frowned. Yusuke would not last much longer out here, and the nearest shelter was miles away. The youkai glanced at the mountains in the distance where he believed Kurama and the idiot were being held. He had pondered for a while why only those two had been taken, but had come to no certain conclusion. A thought occurred to Hiei, and he frowned, considering. Yusuke would surely die within the hour if he wasn't taken care of soon, and the others . . . well, he wasn't sure about them, but it probably didn't matter. They could get out on their own, if they tried hard enough. Hiei slowly stood up. He could leave now, go back to his old life. And if Koenma sent anyone after him, he could take care of it. No more stupid missions, no more getting bossed around by a toddler smaller than him . . . Yukina . . . She would be better off, all he ever did was hurt her when he said he hadn't found her brother. Hiei walked a few steps away from Yusuke, paused, then turned and glared at the human. The question was not whether he could do it, but rather, whether it was worth it. He turned toward the horizon again and frowned. Was it worth it? His eyes narrowed, and he spun around and flashed back to Yusuke's side. In the same moment, he pulled the band away from his Jagan and opened it up. Kneeling down, he placed his hand on Yusuke's forehead and focused. Anyone observing would have seen fire gather at his fingertips and his Jagan glowing a bright green. Hiei's jaw clenched and slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt Yusuke, he sent the fire coursing through the human's veins, warming him slowly but steadily. He had made his choice. He felt so. . . . warm? That didn't make any sense. He could have sworn that just a minute ago he had collapsed from the cold. Maybe he was dead then? No, that didn't make any sense either. Yusuke had been dead before, and it hadn't felt like this. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and glanced at himself. Everything seemed to be normal except for the fact that he was engulfed in flames. Yusuke jerked in surprise and jumped up, spinning around and readying his spirit gun in one fluid movement. "Ok, who the heck-Oh. Hiei. I didn't realize-" "Evidently." Hiei was standing in front of Yusuke, arms crossed. Yusuke realized the fire must have been his, and that meant . . . "You . . . " he started to say, then shrugged. "Thanks." "Hn. Let's keep going." "Right."