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Chapter 8: Over the Edge
"Urameshi, get her off!" Kuwabara yelled when Chisa fell on him. His stomach churned when he felt her warm, wet blood start to drip down his hand. Chisa's eyes were wide with fear and pain. The fear of death. She knew it was the end for her, these were her final moments of life. She lifted her trembling hands towards her stomach, and gently whisked her slender fingers around the sword, feeling her own blood. Feeling the life draining out of her.
"I...never expected...to die this way..." she said raspily, "I knew...I was always clumsy...but..." she cursed herself for not watching her footing. Even though she could never have anticipated the plants growing there. She knew that those vines weren't placed there naturally, and that they had arrived soon after the boys were set free. Chisa looked up at the dreary sky regretfully. "If we had just...let his death go...we knew he could've died at the tournament...just...never expected it..."
"You know we wouldn't have been there if your brother's team didn't threaten us," Yusuke stated.
"What?"
"Toguro threatened us into coming to the tournament. We never wanted to be there. Your team told us that everyone we cared for would die if we didn't attend," Yusuke explained, "My girlfriend, two sisters, and his mother would've all died if we lost. You know he would never let his mother die without doing everything in his power first and then some, don't you? Kurama planned on dying with his final attack, he survived on a lucky break. So think about it, it's your brother's fault Kurama was even there to kill him."
"Maybe..." Chisa whispered. She didn't care to think about what her brother's blunders were right now, she had her own screw ups to deal with. And she had to deal with them quickly before her final few minutes were spent. "The last thing...I said to him...'I hope you go get yourself blown up...then you'll know how your victims feel'....he had just set off one of his stupid firecrackers next to me...and what do ya know...he did die..." Chisa's voice faded farther into nothing the more she spoke.
"Why are you telling us this?" Kurama asked. Yusuke had slid her over to the same tree that Kuwabara had been propped up against when they lifted her off the tall human. Kurama noticed the flame that once danced in her crimson eyes, the fire that always signaled her precise mood, was dimmed to nothing more then a faint spark and the rest of her eyes were a pale, dull red.
"Just because I need to get it off my chest...before I die...and you're the only ones here to listen..." she smiled in her mind, unable to stir the energy to move her lips, "it would figure...I pour my heart out to my destructors..." _I guess I should say good bye to my annoying brother..._ Chisa thought while closing her eyes, concentrating the last of her reiki into relaying her final message to her brother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She's gone," Kurama said, standing up slowly from the girl's cold body. Kuwabara's spirit sword had disappeared with the last of Chisa's life energy and all that was left of the once maliciously playful demon was her pale figure.
"What do we do with her body?" Kuwabara asked, "We can't just leave it there can we?"
"Do _you_ want to carry it back Kuwabara?" Yusuke asked childishly.
"That's not even funny Urameshi! We're talking about dead people here!"
"I was dead and you talked about me even worse."
"Can you two stop fighting for even two minutes?" Kurama snapped at them. Nobuaki wasn't going to take his sister's death lightly, he'd be after them soon. And his focus would be set on the one who prepared the vines that Chisa tripped over, not to mention sent a blood sucking plant onto his other sibling. The Fox was expecting an attack to come in the near future, and he wasn't enjoying the prospect of him being the punching bag Nobuaki would take his rage out upon.
~~15 minutes later~~ "What're we gonna do?" Kuwabara asked.
"I dunno," Yusuke replied lazily, sitting up in a tree, "ask Kurama."
"Kurama?"
"I don't know," Kurama said, "Don't say I'm supposed to." Kuwabara shut his mouth abruptly. "Kuwabara...Where is Chisa's body?"
"I didn't do anything with it...Urameshi are you playing with her up there?"
"You really think I'm that screwed up?" Yusuke looked around the clearing they were resting in, "she's leaning on the tree behind you Kurama." Kuwabara and Kurama looked where Yusuke directed. She was lying limp and cold next to the tree.
"Who put her there?" Kuwabara asked.
"How could you just leave my sister's body lying on the cold, muddy ground so carelessly?" Nobuaki walked solemnly from the forests that concealed him earlier. His hand was covered by his long, black sleeves, but they failed to hide the thick glittering knife dripping wet from the rain.
"She tried to kill us for one," Yusuke said, swinging his legs over the edge of the tree limb he had been resting on. "Your not moving," the oncoming demon threw his blood red eyes in Yusuke's direction, letting them glint sharply. He never moved his head, staying faced to the silver kitsune (a/n: japanese for fox) left of him. Yusuke didn't bother to attempt to go any farther, he knew what was happening all over again. Nobuaki returned his deadly gaze on the red head. "You, however, are. Paralyzing you is too easy. You see death coming, you see it staring you down. Your in it's sights, all I have to do is pull the goddamn trigger. I don't want you to know when the hell it's coming. I want you to feel the rush of confidently knowing that you have a chance at victory. And then feel it all come crashing down. Your death will be erratic, you won't have time to pray for your soul - or the souls of others."
Nobuaki sensed Kuwabara releasing his sword and set loose his own abilities again. Kuwabara remained frozen in place, leaving Kurama all alone. The injured fox took a cautious step back, his mind was racing, anxious to find anyway to avoid this.
"Don't run Kurama, you'll take the fun out of the game."
"We all now know what you inherited from your sister then," Kurama replied. A twig snapped under his weight while he continued to retreat. He had to get out of here. But there was no chance in hell that the stubborn boy would leave his friends behind. Nobuaki patience snapped in an instant after the twig snapped.
"Why did you have to take her from me!? Why did you kill HER?!" Nobuaki sprung at Kurama. His sleeve slide back, revealing his pale hand clasping the dagger. If his eyes were blazing with the hatred he harbored for Kurama, his hand could've told even a five year old. It seemed as though the handle would shatter at any moment, his grip was so tight his vein was clearly visible. Kurama flinched as he dove out of the way, landing on his left shoulder hard. He clenched his teeth trying to hold back a scream. Nobuaki's attack landed in the ground once inhabited by the spirit fox.
"What...would you have done? Stand by idly and die?" Kurama reasoned, but Nobuaki was too blinded to care. He pushed himself up with his right hand, ignoring the shooting pains in his left arm. His hand slipped shakily behind his hair and revealed a blood red rose. He snapped it into his trademark whip with one swift downward movement, and flung it back up aiming for Nobuaki.
"You can't hit me with your sluggish attacks Kurama!" the demon evaded the attack simply, and landed a few feet away. _He's right...I can't move my whip fast enough to strike him..._ Kurama thought furiously. Nobuaki leapt at him again, this time anticipating the direction he would escape too. He brought the knife down swiftly, and grazed Kurama's left shin.
"Kurama get up!" Yusuke yelled when he saw his demon friend fall to the wet ground. Nobuaki rose to his feet slowly, inspecting the blade in his hand. Crimson. It stained the the steel, dripped down from the cold blade to the hand of it's wielder. The scent and sight of the blood turned Nobuaki over to insanity. He knew his victim, he knew Kurama was his prey. He was wounded severely, with no escape possible. His scarlet eyes took their most malicious state they ever had before.
"I was wrong. I want you to know your going to die. I want you to fear it with every fiber of your being. I want to see the pain and fear flood your eyes as you see it coming to you. Because that's the pain and fear that I have owed you for so long. The same emotion returned ten fold to you that you have brought upon me, Kurama. So enjoy your last moments. Pray for everything you hold dear because soon, my friend, it shall all be joining you in the depths of hell. You can all suffer for an eternity together, and recollect who it was who earned you a first class trip to hades," Nobuaki's voice held no emotion but a cold blood lust. His eyes only had pure, unmeasured hate. He was a psycho gone beyond the breaking point.
"Kurama!" Kuwabara yelled. He had never heard anyone speak in the manner Nobuaki was. Kurama lifted his arm behind his hair again, trying to grab an arsenal of seeds to manipulate.
"No. Bad fox," Nobuaki commanded, as if Kurama were his pet dog. Before the word 'fox' even escaped his lips Kurama was frozen. He walked closer and closer to a helpless Kurama, then crouched down, whisking the knife along Kurama's sleeve absent mindedly. His other arm clenched onto Kurama, and pulled down the arm that was previously behind his hair. Nobuaki pried open Kurama's fist with the knife, leaving small insignificant scratches behind. "Tsk, Tsk..." Laying in his now out stretched hand were five small seeds. Nobuaki picked them up one at a time and threw them over his shoulder into the mud.
"You'll never get to them all the way back there boy. Your energy is too depleted to reach that far away.
"You don't know what I am capable of," Kurama countered.
"But you know what I am," Nobuaki swung the handle of the knife in his hand so he was holding it similar to a throwing star, and lifted it to Kurama's neck. The sharp tip of the blade gently touched his skin.
"Don't touch him you bastard!" Yusuke yelled from his tree. He strained his muscles to move, putting off of his reiki behind his will.
"Don't command me. You'll die soon enough, just wait you turn. I assure you, your death will be just as painful as his," the homicidal demon turned his full attention back to Kurama. He peered into his victims eyes. "My brother, though an idiot, was correct about some things. The intimacy murder and victim share is unparalleled. But his view on it wasn't the same as mine now. It's not love, not the tender feeling he wished for. It's of fear, and of mercilessness. Of knowing the exact moment and the exact reason this person's life has come to it's end. And knowing _you_ are the one who took it."
Kurama's eyes darted back and forth from Yusuke to Kuwabara trying to grab someone's attention, with no luck. They were too focused on Nobuaki to notice. "Then your just as demented as your brother was." Finally they looked at him. Even for a man near death they didn't think he would really ask for it.
"He was a nutcase, Karasu," Yusuke said leisurely. Kurama smiled slyly and closed his eyes when Nobuaki turned his head.
"Maybe I should kill you first then."
"I doubt it. Can you even jump this high? You are pretty short. Not like Hiei short, but at least he can jump."
"You have a death wish don't you?" Nobuaki said, getting up. Like a child he was losing focus on the one he had his sights on. Kurama smirked, emerald orbs still closed.
"Nah, I just want to see if you can even GET to me."
"You're an idiot."
"No, he's a dimwit," Kuwabara interrupted, realizing what Yusuke was doing.
"Your both suicidal dimwits," Nobuaki said. Kurama opened his eyes slowly, letting them readjust to the light. Smiling the whole while. He sent a small, indiscrete vine up Nobuaki's arm, and wound it's self around the un touched part of the blade's handle. With little effort Kurama let his plant yank it out of the unknowing youkai's hand. He flew around to stare straight into the eyes of a smirking Kurama, drawing his pet plants closer to him.
"And you're a homicidal maniac who's spree is going to end before it even started," Kurama's silky voice echoed through the clearing. Smooth, malachite shaded plants were springing out from behind the silver kitsune, surrounding the area. "I don't appreciate the torture I've gone through recently, brought up by you and your sister. I don't appreciate being paralyzed, and being made a prisoner inside my own mind. But what I don't appreciate most of all are you threats against my friends. And my only family," Kurama's eyes became cold and counculating, as they were in the midst of many of his battles. His movements may have been dulled, but the accuracy and precision in which he could manipulate his plants was as strong as it had ever been. His swift vine quickly made a cut on Nobuaki's chest, in the same place he had condemned Karasu. "You, and your brother, are wrong. I feel nothing but relief that you will no longer be a threat to me, or anyone else for that matter. If you want to know what your brother when through, here's a sample," Kurama's reiki spiked, and he began to glow fiercely. He released one of his most well known, and cruel plants. It homed in on Nobuaki as if he were a huge target, and feasted on his blood. He fell to the ground, skin paling steadily as the life was drained out of him, just like his brother was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yusuke thud on the damp ground loudly. "Dammit...I forgot I was leaning forward that whole time!" He brushed off what he could, but unfortunately the mud wanted to stick to the teen.
"He's dead right?" Kuwabara asked, leaning over Nobuaki, who was covered almost completely by Kurama's plant.
"Yes," the fox replied, with a quiet sigh of relief.
"Ya know what? Hiei never showed up the lazy ass! We went through all that and he was off goofing around!" Yusuke complained.
"Say something about me?"
"Your late again Hiei," Kurama laughed, "too late this time though."
"Hn," Hiei used his trademark word. It was a word to him at least.
"So can we get out of here now? And what do we do with them?" Kuwabara moaned.
"The Makai has ways of taking care of these things. Leave them," Hiei said, and started to walk away. Kurama followed silently, still in one piece. He turned to look at the former battlefield the clearing had become before he turned his back on it for the final time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
IT'S OVER!! I'm so happy, and so sad! First continuous fic I've ever finished! I think the ending sucked, how bout you? Please tell me in your review! I hoped you enjoyed it as much I as I did writing it!! THANK YOU FOR READING!! Now I should be in bed before I get screamed at for being on the computer way too late... ^^; Sorry it's so cliché! I couldn't kill Kurama, I'm too much of a hopeless fangirl, and if it seems rushed, it kinda
Chapter 8: Over the Edge
"Urameshi, get her off!" Kuwabara yelled when Chisa fell on him. His stomach churned when he felt her warm, wet blood start to drip down his hand. Chisa's eyes were wide with fear and pain. The fear of death. She knew it was the end for her, these were her final moments of life. She lifted her trembling hands towards her stomach, and gently whisked her slender fingers around the sword, feeling her own blood. Feeling the life draining out of her.
"I...never expected...to die this way..." she said raspily, "I knew...I was always clumsy...but..." she cursed herself for not watching her footing. Even though she could never have anticipated the plants growing there. She knew that those vines weren't placed there naturally, and that they had arrived soon after the boys were set free. Chisa looked up at the dreary sky regretfully. "If we had just...let his death go...we knew he could've died at the tournament...just...never expected it..."
"You know we wouldn't have been there if your brother's team didn't threaten us," Yusuke stated.
"What?"
"Toguro threatened us into coming to the tournament. We never wanted to be there. Your team told us that everyone we cared for would die if we didn't attend," Yusuke explained, "My girlfriend, two sisters, and his mother would've all died if we lost. You know he would never let his mother die without doing everything in his power first and then some, don't you? Kurama planned on dying with his final attack, he survived on a lucky break. So think about it, it's your brother's fault Kurama was even there to kill him."
"Maybe..." Chisa whispered. She didn't care to think about what her brother's blunders were right now, she had her own screw ups to deal with. And she had to deal with them quickly before her final few minutes were spent. "The last thing...I said to him...'I hope you go get yourself blown up...then you'll know how your victims feel'....he had just set off one of his stupid firecrackers next to me...and what do ya know...he did die..." Chisa's voice faded farther into nothing the more she spoke.
"Why are you telling us this?" Kurama asked. Yusuke had slid her over to the same tree that Kuwabara had been propped up against when they lifted her off the tall human. Kurama noticed the flame that once danced in her crimson eyes, the fire that always signaled her precise mood, was dimmed to nothing more then a faint spark and the rest of her eyes were a pale, dull red.
"Just because I need to get it off my chest...before I die...and you're the only ones here to listen..." she smiled in her mind, unable to stir the energy to move her lips, "it would figure...I pour my heart out to my destructors..." _I guess I should say good bye to my annoying brother..._ Chisa thought while closing her eyes, concentrating the last of her reiki into relaying her final message to her brother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She's gone," Kurama said, standing up slowly from the girl's cold body. Kuwabara's spirit sword had disappeared with the last of Chisa's life energy and all that was left of the once maliciously playful demon was her pale figure.
"What do we do with her body?" Kuwabara asked, "We can't just leave it there can we?"
"Do _you_ want to carry it back Kuwabara?" Yusuke asked childishly.
"That's not even funny Urameshi! We're talking about dead people here!"
"I was dead and you talked about me even worse."
"Can you two stop fighting for even two minutes?" Kurama snapped at them. Nobuaki wasn't going to take his sister's death lightly, he'd be after them soon. And his focus would be set on the one who prepared the vines that Chisa tripped over, not to mention sent a blood sucking plant onto his other sibling. The Fox was expecting an attack to come in the near future, and he wasn't enjoying the prospect of him being the punching bag Nobuaki would take his rage out upon.
~~15 minutes later~~ "What're we gonna do?" Kuwabara asked.
"I dunno," Yusuke replied lazily, sitting up in a tree, "ask Kurama."
"Kurama?"
"I don't know," Kurama said, "Don't say I'm supposed to." Kuwabara shut his mouth abruptly. "Kuwabara...Where is Chisa's body?"
"I didn't do anything with it...Urameshi are you playing with her up there?"
"You really think I'm that screwed up?" Yusuke looked around the clearing they were resting in, "she's leaning on the tree behind you Kurama." Kuwabara and Kurama looked where Yusuke directed. She was lying limp and cold next to the tree.
"Who put her there?" Kuwabara asked.
"How could you just leave my sister's body lying on the cold, muddy ground so carelessly?" Nobuaki walked solemnly from the forests that concealed him earlier. His hand was covered by his long, black sleeves, but they failed to hide the thick glittering knife dripping wet from the rain.
"She tried to kill us for one," Yusuke said, swinging his legs over the edge of the tree limb he had been resting on. "Your not moving," the oncoming demon threw his blood red eyes in Yusuke's direction, letting them glint sharply. He never moved his head, staying faced to the silver kitsune (a/n: japanese for fox) left of him. Yusuke didn't bother to attempt to go any farther, he knew what was happening all over again. Nobuaki returned his deadly gaze on the red head. "You, however, are. Paralyzing you is too easy. You see death coming, you see it staring you down. Your in it's sights, all I have to do is pull the goddamn trigger. I don't want you to know when the hell it's coming. I want you to feel the rush of confidently knowing that you have a chance at victory. And then feel it all come crashing down. Your death will be erratic, you won't have time to pray for your soul - or the souls of others."
Nobuaki sensed Kuwabara releasing his sword and set loose his own abilities again. Kuwabara remained frozen in place, leaving Kurama all alone. The injured fox took a cautious step back, his mind was racing, anxious to find anyway to avoid this.
"Don't run Kurama, you'll take the fun out of the game."
"We all now know what you inherited from your sister then," Kurama replied. A twig snapped under his weight while he continued to retreat. He had to get out of here. But there was no chance in hell that the stubborn boy would leave his friends behind. Nobuaki patience snapped in an instant after the twig snapped.
"Why did you have to take her from me!? Why did you kill HER?!" Nobuaki sprung at Kurama. His sleeve slide back, revealing his pale hand clasping the dagger. If his eyes were blazing with the hatred he harbored for Kurama, his hand could've told even a five year old. It seemed as though the handle would shatter at any moment, his grip was so tight his vein was clearly visible. Kurama flinched as he dove out of the way, landing on his left shoulder hard. He clenched his teeth trying to hold back a scream. Nobuaki's attack landed in the ground once inhabited by the spirit fox.
"What...would you have done? Stand by idly and die?" Kurama reasoned, but Nobuaki was too blinded to care. He pushed himself up with his right hand, ignoring the shooting pains in his left arm. His hand slipped shakily behind his hair and revealed a blood red rose. He snapped it into his trademark whip with one swift downward movement, and flung it back up aiming for Nobuaki.
"You can't hit me with your sluggish attacks Kurama!" the demon evaded the attack simply, and landed a few feet away. _He's right...I can't move my whip fast enough to strike him..._ Kurama thought furiously. Nobuaki leapt at him again, this time anticipating the direction he would escape too. He brought the knife down swiftly, and grazed Kurama's left shin.
"Kurama get up!" Yusuke yelled when he saw his demon friend fall to the wet ground. Nobuaki rose to his feet slowly, inspecting the blade in his hand. Crimson. It stained the the steel, dripped down from the cold blade to the hand of it's wielder. The scent and sight of the blood turned Nobuaki over to insanity. He knew his victim, he knew Kurama was his prey. He was wounded severely, with no escape possible. His scarlet eyes took their most malicious state they ever had before.
"I was wrong. I want you to know your going to die. I want you to fear it with every fiber of your being. I want to see the pain and fear flood your eyes as you see it coming to you. Because that's the pain and fear that I have owed you for so long. The same emotion returned ten fold to you that you have brought upon me, Kurama. So enjoy your last moments. Pray for everything you hold dear because soon, my friend, it shall all be joining you in the depths of hell. You can all suffer for an eternity together, and recollect who it was who earned you a first class trip to hades," Nobuaki's voice held no emotion but a cold blood lust. His eyes only had pure, unmeasured hate. He was a psycho gone beyond the breaking point.
"Kurama!" Kuwabara yelled. He had never heard anyone speak in the manner Nobuaki was. Kurama lifted his arm behind his hair again, trying to grab an arsenal of seeds to manipulate.
"No. Bad fox," Nobuaki commanded, as if Kurama were his pet dog. Before the word 'fox' even escaped his lips Kurama was frozen. He walked closer and closer to a helpless Kurama, then crouched down, whisking the knife along Kurama's sleeve absent mindedly. His other arm clenched onto Kurama, and pulled down the arm that was previously behind his hair. Nobuaki pried open Kurama's fist with the knife, leaving small insignificant scratches behind. "Tsk, Tsk..." Laying in his now out stretched hand were five small seeds. Nobuaki picked them up one at a time and threw them over his shoulder into the mud.
"You'll never get to them all the way back there boy. Your energy is too depleted to reach that far away.
"You don't know what I am capable of," Kurama countered.
"But you know what I am," Nobuaki swung the handle of the knife in his hand so he was holding it similar to a throwing star, and lifted it to Kurama's neck. The sharp tip of the blade gently touched his skin.
"Don't touch him you bastard!" Yusuke yelled from his tree. He strained his muscles to move, putting off of his reiki behind his will.
"Don't command me. You'll die soon enough, just wait you turn. I assure you, your death will be just as painful as his," the homicidal demon turned his full attention back to Kurama. He peered into his victims eyes. "My brother, though an idiot, was correct about some things. The intimacy murder and victim share is unparalleled. But his view on it wasn't the same as mine now. It's not love, not the tender feeling he wished for. It's of fear, and of mercilessness. Of knowing the exact moment and the exact reason this person's life has come to it's end. And knowing _you_ are the one who took it."
Kurama's eyes darted back and forth from Yusuke to Kuwabara trying to grab someone's attention, with no luck. They were too focused on Nobuaki to notice. "Then your just as demented as your brother was." Finally they looked at him. Even for a man near death they didn't think he would really ask for it.
"He was a nutcase, Karasu," Yusuke said leisurely. Kurama smiled slyly and closed his eyes when Nobuaki turned his head.
"Maybe I should kill you first then."
"I doubt it. Can you even jump this high? You are pretty short. Not like Hiei short, but at least he can jump."
"You have a death wish don't you?" Nobuaki said, getting up. Like a child he was losing focus on the one he had his sights on. Kurama smirked, emerald orbs still closed.
"Nah, I just want to see if you can even GET to me."
"You're an idiot."
"No, he's a dimwit," Kuwabara interrupted, realizing what Yusuke was doing.
"Your both suicidal dimwits," Nobuaki said. Kurama opened his eyes slowly, letting them readjust to the light. Smiling the whole while. He sent a small, indiscrete vine up Nobuaki's arm, and wound it's self around the un touched part of the blade's handle. With little effort Kurama let his plant yank it out of the unknowing youkai's hand. He flew around to stare straight into the eyes of a smirking Kurama, drawing his pet plants closer to him.
"And you're a homicidal maniac who's spree is going to end before it even started," Kurama's silky voice echoed through the clearing. Smooth, malachite shaded plants were springing out from behind the silver kitsune, surrounding the area. "I don't appreciate the torture I've gone through recently, brought up by you and your sister. I don't appreciate being paralyzed, and being made a prisoner inside my own mind. But what I don't appreciate most of all are you threats against my friends. And my only family," Kurama's eyes became cold and counculating, as they were in the midst of many of his battles. His movements may have been dulled, but the accuracy and precision in which he could manipulate his plants was as strong as it had ever been. His swift vine quickly made a cut on Nobuaki's chest, in the same place he had condemned Karasu. "You, and your brother, are wrong. I feel nothing but relief that you will no longer be a threat to me, or anyone else for that matter. If you want to know what your brother when through, here's a sample," Kurama's reiki spiked, and he began to glow fiercely. He released one of his most well known, and cruel plants. It homed in on Nobuaki as if he were a huge target, and feasted on his blood. He fell to the ground, skin paling steadily as the life was drained out of him, just like his brother was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yusuke thud on the damp ground loudly. "Dammit...I forgot I was leaning forward that whole time!" He brushed off what he could, but unfortunately the mud wanted to stick to the teen.
"He's dead right?" Kuwabara asked, leaning over Nobuaki, who was covered almost completely by Kurama's plant.
"Yes," the fox replied, with a quiet sigh of relief.
"Ya know what? Hiei never showed up the lazy ass! We went through all that and he was off goofing around!" Yusuke complained.
"Say something about me?"
"Your late again Hiei," Kurama laughed, "too late this time though."
"Hn," Hiei used his trademark word. It was a word to him at least.
"So can we get out of here now? And what do we do with them?" Kuwabara moaned.
"The Makai has ways of taking care of these things. Leave them," Hiei said, and started to walk away. Kurama followed silently, still in one piece. He turned to look at the former battlefield the clearing had become before he turned his back on it for the final time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
IT'S OVER!! I'm so happy, and so sad! First continuous fic I've ever finished! I think the ending sucked, how bout you? Please tell me in your review! I hoped you enjoyed it as much I as I did writing it!! THANK YOU FOR READING!! Now I should be in bed before I get screamed at for being on the computer way too late... ^^; Sorry it's so cliché! I couldn't kill Kurama, I'm too much of a hopeless fangirl, and if it seems rushed, it kinda