Disclaimer: Don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Wish I did. But I don't.
I have nothing interesting to say so lemme get on with it.
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"Well, now the truth is out, isn't it?" said Ryton. He allowed his Lightning Spear to dissipate. He grinned evilly at Kurama. Then he said, "No, this is not at all like your fight with Roto. I do not have my teammates tracking him. They actually have him in their grasp. And I have no button to press, no signal to send. They are watching this fight right now on television. So they will know, Kurama. They will know what goes on. If you try to resist, he will be killed. And believe me, it will be a very slow and painful death. I guarantee it."
"If what you say is true, then let me see him," Kurama replied. "Grant his request," Ryton said to seemingly no one.
Hiei wiped a smudge of blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head, trying to revive himself. He had seen and heard everything Ryton had said. --No use looking like a broken spirit in front of Kurama. He can't afford to feel sorry for me.--
The recorder above the TV was turned on.
The huge video screen in the stadium suddenly went blank. Then, another picture appeared. Kurama's mouth dropped open slightly. It was Hiei. He looked horrible.
He had a bloody gash on his cheek.His lower lip was bloody and a little bigger than usual. One eye was beginning to turn black. He seemed alert, but, for a split second, Kurama saw pain in his eyes.
Yusuke's mouthhung wide open. Kuwabara almost fainted. "Shorty!" he exclaimed. "What happened to you?!?!?"
Hiei narrowed his eyes in disbelief.--What does the fool think happened to me?!?-- "What do you think," he snarled at Kuwabara, acting tough so they wouldn't worry about him. He winced at the thought of them pitying him.
Then, his attitude softened when he looked at Kurama. His friend looked so concerned. He felt a pang of guilt for having to put Kurama through this, for not being able to help himself.
"Hiei," Kurama said softly.Then he turned to Ryton. "What have you done to him?" he asked, almost choking on his words. "Why did you bring him into this?" Ryton grinned. "First of all, he killed Rekenkai. We want our revenge. Secondly, I want to test you. Are you really the fox I have come to admire? Or are you just another human brat like those two?" he replied, jerking his head in Yusuke and Kuwabara's direction.
"Wait, did he just call us human brats?" asked Kuwabara. Yusuke just stared at the screen with his mouth wide open.
"Now, Kurama, let me tell you the terms of this little situation. If you resist me, he dies. You will follow my orders. Any damage you do to me, directly or indirectly, will be done to him, except ten times worse. If you try to ten-count your way out of the match, he will die. Do you understand?" Kurama glared at his opponent with rage in his eyes and, without breaking eye contact, nodded.
"Then let's begin, shall we?" Ryton laughed. "Come now, Kurama, can't you lighten up a bit?" "No," Kurama spat, "and neither would you if our roles were reversed." "Nice comeback," said Ryton, still grinning. "But I intend on having fun. Besides, you could kill me at any moment, remember? You can right now if you wish." Kurama stood there and glared. "Oh, come on, can't Youko come out to play?" Ryton mocked.
"Shut your filthy mouth!" yelled Hiei. He was about to say more, but a hard kick in the back stopped him. "Let him speak his mind," protested Ryton, "for he may not be around much longer. Don't harm him unless I get harmed."
"Hand over your rose," Ryton ordered Kurama. He extended his right hand to take it from him. Kurama snatched the rose out of his hair and held it in front of his face, pretending to consider.
"Don't do it, Kurama," muttered Hiei. Not that he needed to. He knew, he hoped, that Kurama would do the sensible thing. He wasn't afraid to die.
I have nothing interesting to say so lemme get on with it.
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"Well, now the truth is out, isn't it?" said Ryton. He allowed his Lightning Spear to dissipate. He grinned evilly at Kurama. Then he said, "No, this is not at all like your fight with Roto. I do not have my teammates tracking him. They actually have him in their grasp. And I have no button to press, no signal to send. They are watching this fight right now on television. So they will know, Kurama. They will know what goes on. If you try to resist, he will be killed. And believe me, it will be a very slow and painful death. I guarantee it."
"If what you say is true, then let me see him," Kurama replied. "Grant his request," Ryton said to seemingly no one.
Hiei wiped a smudge of blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head, trying to revive himself. He had seen and heard everything Ryton had said. --No use looking like a broken spirit in front of Kurama. He can't afford to feel sorry for me.--
The recorder above the TV was turned on.
The huge video screen in the stadium suddenly went blank. Then, another picture appeared. Kurama's mouth dropped open slightly. It was Hiei. He looked horrible.
He had a bloody gash on his cheek.His lower lip was bloody and a little bigger than usual. One eye was beginning to turn black. He seemed alert, but, for a split second, Kurama saw pain in his eyes.
Yusuke's mouthhung wide open. Kuwabara almost fainted. "Shorty!" he exclaimed. "What happened to you?!?!?"
Hiei narrowed his eyes in disbelief.--What does the fool think happened to me?!?-- "What do you think," he snarled at Kuwabara, acting tough so they wouldn't worry about him. He winced at the thought of them pitying him.
Then, his attitude softened when he looked at Kurama. His friend looked so concerned. He felt a pang of guilt for having to put Kurama through this, for not being able to help himself.
"Hiei," Kurama said softly.Then he turned to Ryton. "What have you done to him?" he asked, almost choking on his words. "Why did you bring him into this?" Ryton grinned. "First of all, he killed Rekenkai. We want our revenge. Secondly, I want to test you. Are you really the fox I have come to admire? Or are you just another human brat like those two?" he replied, jerking his head in Yusuke and Kuwabara's direction.
"Wait, did he just call us human brats?" asked Kuwabara. Yusuke just stared at the screen with his mouth wide open.
"Now, Kurama, let me tell you the terms of this little situation. If you resist me, he dies. You will follow my orders. Any damage you do to me, directly or indirectly, will be done to him, except ten times worse. If you try to ten-count your way out of the match, he will die. Do you understand?" Kurama glared at his opponent with rage in his eyes and, without breaking eye contact, nodded.
"Then let's begin, shall we?" Ryton laughed. "Come now, Kurama, can't you lighten up a bit?" "No," Kurama spat, "and neither would you if our roles were reversed." "Nice comeback," said Ryton, still grinning. "But I intend on having fun. Besides, you could kill me at any moment, remember? You can right now if you wish." Kurama stood there and glared. "Oh, come on, can't Youko come out to play?" Ryton mocked.
"Shut your filthy mouth!" yelled Hiei. He was about to say more, but a hard kick in the back stopped him. "Let him speak his mind," protested Ryton, "for he may not be around much longer. Don't harm him unless I get harmed."
"Hand over your rose," Ryton ordered Kurama. He extended his right hand to take it from him. Kurama snatched the rose out of his hair and held it in front of his face, pretending to consider.
"Don't do it, Kurama," muttered Hiei. Not that he needed to. He knew, he hoped, that Kurama would do the sensible thing. He wasn't afraid to die.