Hiei watched Moira for a few more moments. His heart felt as if it had been wrenched from his body and his eyes burned, but no tears came. He still wouldn't show what he felt on his face and remained stoic. Without a word, he took off his jacket and ripped it into a few thick shreds. At the moment, he did not care who watched him and Kurama smiled in amusement. Hiei did have a heart and even though Hiei did not like to admit it, his actions proved otherwise.

Kurama shook his head, regaining his more serious thoughts. "Here, Hiei. Let me help," Kurama offered. Helping Hiei with Moira, he knew they had to act quickly.

"THIS IS MADNESS! She ruined everything!" Tharian sat on the balcony. The dark night veiled the sky and it was impossible to get to the balcony he was on. Two feet of thick wall was behind him and the balcony extended a good seven feet ahead of him. Tharian's hair fell over one eye as he concentrated most of his energy onto his would-be vital wound. "She'll have to pay dearly...if she isn't dead yet anyway..." he sneered as he winced, another part of his skin molded back together. It was taking a lot longer than he wanted it to heal.

His red eyes looked out into the horizon of the dark merciless sky, "Is it that each member of this damned family is doomed to fail at each attempt to achieve a goal!" He snarled at the bleek emptiness of the night air. "Yet...Yet...I may have another chance...maybe...but I need to get that damned Hiei out of my way. He'll come back to me...Oh he'll definitely come back to get his vengeance for what I did to his precious rag doll." Tharian began to laugh his ugly laugh once more.

It was at Kurama's house, in the guest room, where they had tried to stanch Moira's blood. Kurama had persuaded his mother and his step-brother and step-father to stay out of the guest room, at least for a short while. His persuading words contained that he was doing a project and needed the extra room for a little while.

Kurama reentered the room, finding Hiei sitting in a chair beside the bed Moira was in. His arms were crossed over his chest and his gaze was fixed on Moira's pale face. Kurama frowned as he noticed Moira's shallow breathing and deathly pale skin. It was not looking well for her at all. The red-haired lad had even talked to Botan about her. Botan had told him that Moira's spirit was trying desperately to hold on to her body. Botan feared that if Moira kept this up much longer her spirit would, sooner or later, disappear into nothing if she failed to get into her body.

Kurama opened his mouth to speak, but as if Hiei was reading his thoughts Hiei spoke up, "She'll survive, Kurama. Only the weak die."

Hiei was feeling a burning in his heart, and a twisting sensation in his stomach. He was angry at himself for letting Moira get into this situation. He had feelings for Moira...Feelings quite different then what he felt for Yukina. He knew she would live, because he might grow annoyed at her if she died. He knew Moira didn't want that.

Kurama lapsed into silence, unsure of what to say. Telling Hiei that Moira's soul might be destroyed was out of the option since it could make Hiei uneasier. "Can I bring you anything, Hiei? Perhaps you might be hungry?" When Hiei did not reply Kurama, shook his head and left after sensing Hiei might want to be left alone.

Watching Hiei, he leaned forward a little his hands on the bed as he stood. He wanted to say something, but he knew she wouldn't hear what he said anyway. Words felt foolish, anyway, in this case. Wordlessly, his eyes sprawled over her dying body. Kurama had said her body was stabalized, and it was now up to her to survive. Her life depended on her will power now.

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