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"Kuwabara! Help me out here!" "Sure Urameshi. What should I do?" "Well, you know how you're always talking about being manly?" "Yeah." "Well, now you need to be just that. I need you to give him mouth-to-mouth recessitation." "What the heck is that?" Yusuke rolled his eyes. "It's when someone's not breathing and you force air into their lungs." "How am I supposed to do that?!?" Yusuke hissed. "It's in the name."
Kuwabara thought for a moment. "OH!! GROSS!!!!" "Just do it for me, will ya?" "Why me?!? Why not you?!?" Yusuke sighed. This argument was making them lose time. "Because, first of all, I need to push on his chest. And second of all, you're the one who's always calling him a princess."
Kuwabara coughed in disgust. "Oh, fine! Fine! But you better remember this for next time!"
Kurama coughed as the air filled his lungs. He felt pressure on his chest. It forced him to take a breath. He exhaled. The pressure came again, and he took in more air. Why? Why was he forced to breathe? It hurt. It took too much effort. Who was making him do this? Why?
He faintly heard an obnoxious voice coming from somewhere. "Whew. That was close. Thanks buddy. It wasn't so hard, now was it?" "Ee ee or oo oo ay," muttered someone else, "Oo i int af oo ish im.". "What? I can't hear you with that toothbrush in your mouth!" There was a spitting sound. Then came the sound of running water and another spitting sound. The person cleared his throat. "I said, 'Easy for you to say. You didn't have to kiss him'," he said. Then he made a gagging noise. "For the last time, it was not a kiss!" "Whatever you call it, it was ga-ross!!!"
An image flew into Kurama's mind. He connected the picture with the voices. Yusuke and Kuwabara. They had saved him.
It was dark. Pitch black. He was running. Panting. He heard snickers echo around him. He kept running in a panic. Someone was after him. Someone wanted to kill him. A silvery shadow appeared before him. He skidded to a halt. The shadow came closer and closer. Finally he could make out a tall figure with silver fox ears, long silver hair, and a gleaming silver tail, dressed in a pure white robe. "Yoko," he whispered.
The fox's golden eyes settled on him. "Hello, my friend. Something is wrong. What is it?" "Someone is coming for me. They want to kill me," he answered quickly. "Please, can you help me?" "Of course," replied Youko. The fox's eyes gleamed. "I'm always ready to help a friend." Youko snatched a seed from his shining hair. Slowly, it sprouted and grew. The giant root twisted around the fox demon's arm. Mouths with huge fangs opened at the ends of the branches, dripping venomous saliva. "The Death Tree will be happy to help."
He knew Youko was on his side, but the huge fanged tree looked vicious. He took a few steps backwards. "Why do you back away from me?" asked Youko. "I thought you wanted my assistance." He stopped moving. "I do," he replied. The fox smiled. His golden eyes glinted. "Then that is what you shall recieve."
Something in his gut told him to run. But he couldn't. This was Youko Kurama, his friend. Why would Youko hurt him? Youko extended the arm around which his Death Tree was twisted toward him. The fox walked forward and snickered. "On second thought, Forbidden Child, I see no reason why I should help you. It is obvious you do not want my assistance." He was afraid. He tried to hold his ground, to show Youko that he did want help, but the tree started to snap at him.
"Youko? What's wrong with you? It's me. Your friend." Youko ignored him. He backed into a wall. "This venom is very painful. It will make you burn to death in less than a minute, but each agonizing second will seem like its own eternity to you." He was afraid.
The jaws of the tree inched closer and closer, waiting for their master's signal. Then they would devour him. He looked frantically for a way of escape, but there was none. "Kurama, please. Listen to me. I'm your friend. Don't do this. Please!"
Youko again ignored his words. "Now, Forbidden Child, it is time for you to meet your destruction." He screamed in terror. Then the tree attacked. He screeched as the venom burned holes through his skin. The teeth pierced his flesh. He shrieked in agony as he was torn apart and devoured limb by limb.
The phone rang. "Kuwabara, could you get that?!?" Yusuke yelled over Hiei's screams. To Hiei he said, "Come on, it can't be that bad. Calm down, okay?" I don't know why I bother, he thought as the fire demon continued to thrash and yell. Yusuke left the room to find out who was on the phone.
"It was the Tournament Committee," grunted Kuwabara with a sour look on his face. "They say our team has to fight tomorrow." "WHAT?!?!" yelled Yusuke. "HOW DO THEY EXPECT US TO FIGHT WITH ONLY TWO CONSCIOUS MEMBERS ON OUR TEAM?!?!?!" "I don't know Urameshi I'm not the committee!!!"
Their argument was interrupted by a loud THUD. They looked at each other and ran back into the bedroom. There was Hiei, lying on the floor, all tangled up in his torn bed sheets. He was growling and struggling against his binding. Yusuke clapped a hand to his forehead. "This couldn't get any worse."