All right, typing this up is taking forever, but at least I'm working on
it. Life is so chaotic sometimes. Um, Keaira, thanks for the offer of
assistance. If you have the time, could you just write me a summery of what
happens? (Better to know so I can find excuses for the things I change.) If
it's too much trouble then don't worry about it. Thanks a lot, you don't
know how much I admire your writing.
Warnings: I own nothing and this is yaoi and I have changed a lot of things from the original storyline
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Hiei hit the ground hard, grunting as he caught Yusuke and staring without real comprehension as the glowing orb just finished disappearing into the slim human's back.
"A. . . a kokoro ball?" He whispered in wonderment, despair slowly creeping over him as he picked the boy up by his shoulders and watched his head loll back listlessly. "No." He groaned, voice a mere whisper, eyes widening. "Detective, you didn't. . . ."
The bandits were coming closer, closing their circle around them. Hiei merely stared at them blankly as he drew Yusuke tightly against him. There was a strange wetness on his cheeks, something he thought that he shout recognize but didn't. He barely even registered it as, with a curiously familiar battle cry, a slim woman in the dress of the koorime warriors materialized from a small rise of snow that couldn't conceal an ant behind, throwing herself wildly at the bandits.
He didn't care.
Hiei gathered the human close, closing his eyes and plunging his spirit energy into him.
Nothing. There was nothing there at all.
He shook, growing more and more desperate as he delved deeper and deeper and still found nothing. Yusuke was just . . . gone.
Hiei didn't hear his cry of anguish as he dove even deeper into the soul of the human he couldn't bear to loose. He refused to accept that he was gone; he needed him to much for him to be gone.
There was just the barest flicker of light, just beyond his "vision," but he fled toward it, franticly searching for any chance, the smallest hope, the faintest glimmer. He wrapped the light around himself, feeding his power into it with a state of reckless frenzy, praying to whatever may be listening for it to work.
Nothing changed.
Hiei screamed in fury and sorrow as he rocked back and forth, clutching the slim human tightly to himself and shrieking his rage to the heavens until his voice grew hoarse and he ran out of tears. He didn't even notice the scattering of little dark jewels around him as their trails dried on his face, leaving the skin tight and eyes swollen as he stared blankly at the sky, clutching Yusuke tightly.
He took no notice of the bandits, who had paused in their fight with the woman he should have known, their focus now on the dark gems he couldn't care less for. They were arguing amongst themselves about the jewels, senseless arguing. What did all the treasure in the world matter? How could anything matter?
Now calm, Hiei soothed Yusuke's dark, silken hair and laid his lifeless body carefully on the ground before rising to his feet. He was cold and composed, made serene by the knowledge that these monsters would regret what they had done very soon, that they would see what he saw; that there was nothing in the world that held worth because the detective was gone forever. His sword found his hand, and he raised it into a ready position, charging them in an eerie silence, both blinded and fueled by his own pain and fury.
The fray began again.
The woman was caught off guard, watching him, and knocked unconscious by the but of a staff, leaving Hiei to battle alone. Fine. He preferred it that way. He threw himself into his attackers with no thought for anything but the revenge he so burned for - that they had dared to take his human from him.
A belt knife slid into his side from behind as he deflected a sword blow that would have taken his head while a spear pierced his leg shallowly and a staff cracked wickedly against his collar bone.
Suddenly he was on the ground, watching the clouds spin above him. He felt like loosing every meal he had ever eaten, but that was nothing beside the pain. Snow should never be that color red.
"I'll finish him." One of the bandits chuckled, cracking his thick, hairy knuckles. Hiei thought he was the one who had hurt Yusuke, but for some reason the larger demon kept splitting into two, then fusing back into one.
Hiei tried and failed to move his sword, grunting as the man standing above him rested his foot on his chest and raised a battle axe high above his head for the killing blow. Hiei refused to close his eyes; he would watch his death like a man. The fear and the pain and the shame were enough punishment for his failures, but now he would suffer death as well. Failure to save Kurama. Failure to protect Yusuke. He had loved them both, he realized. Loved them more than breathing - a habit which he was about to forfeit. He regretted that he may never see them again, even in the afterlife. Yusuke's soul was locked inside his body, and he knew hell was no place for Kurama. He prayed that, if his mother survived, she wouldn't let the bandits take Yusuke's body.
The demon above him smiled, licking his lips and hefting his axe. He took the downward swing.
The End
Just kidding. Keep reading.
. . . The demon above him smiled, licking his lips and hefting his axe. He took the downward swing.
A hand caught his arm and the large demon glared at whatever apparition was so rude as to interrupt his kill. The interloper was tall and slim with sleek, silky black black-crimson hair pulled back into a low tail, velvety black cat ears crowning his head. His eyes were slim and tilted, the pupils slit vertically and the irises a disturbing, glowing yellow. He wore the same long-sleeved black silk Chinese shirt and baggy silk black pant that Yusuke had worn, and his long, luxurious black tail flicked back and forth in irritation.
The newcomer flexed the hand that was not restraining the bandit's arm, and trim nails extended into long, sharp claws. Like lightening he moved, ripping out the bandit's throat.
He tossed the corpse down like trash, unsheathing the claws on his other hand as he leapt over the falling body, decapitating one bandit with one hand while thrusting his claws straight into a second's heart with the other.
Hiei struggled to his feet, holding his side tightly to keep in his life's blood as he watched, awestruck, as the cat demon brutally slaughtered each and every bandit, refusing to allow even one the chance to escape.
When they were gone he rounded on Hiei, fangs bared, claws ready.
"Yusuke?" The small, wounded demon whispered, fighting to remain standing as he stared into those yellow eyes.
The cat demon blinked, snarl fading, as if he was coming back to himself. He looked around at the bodies strewn around them, then back to the short demon before him. "Hiei?" He asked as if unused to using his voice. He stumbled forward, then fell unconscious into Hiei. The small demon stumbled, barely managing to catch him on his uninjured side, barely managing not to fall himself as he kept the taller boy propped against his shoulder.
"You need healing. You both do."
He ignored the female's voice, resting his forehead against the top of the head of the creature in his arms and closing his eyes, thankfully breathing in the scent that was unmistakably Yusuke. "You're alive." He whispered, barely believing the words coming from his own mouth. It was like a new concept. Alive. But what had happened?
"Hiei? Are you listening to me?"
"Why did you follow us here, mother?" He demanded icily, not bothering to open his eyes. "Surely not to ensure my safety. After all, you left me to my fate long ago, did you not?" The words weren't as bitter as they might have been, had he not been more concerned with Yusuke.
"You have no idea how much I have always regretted what happened to you. If you would only allow me to explain. . . ."
"A fine time to attempt making amends."
She was silent for a long moment. "There isn't a town for miles." She said finally, voice brisk. "The closest place is the island. You two need shelter and care. I can get you in without anyone knowing. Let me do that, at least. Wouldn't you like to see your sister?"
He shot her a glare. "I would rather not have her know me." He said acidly. "You should agree, after all you've done to help erase my existence."
She bit her lip, then tried a different tactic. "Your friend might die out here if he doesn't receive help, and you wouldn't be long in joining him. Let me-"
"Fine." He spat. "Do it. But be quick about it. It isn't as if you don't owe me."
~
He was floating. Floating in a darkness that seemed to last, to stretch on, forever and ever. But at least the floating was far better than what had come before. Before, he had been shut away in a small box of darkness, unable to hear or see, his cries for help swallowed up by the emptiness. Something had reached for him in that darkness and touched the deepest part of his soul and he, blind and desperate, had clung to it, used it to climb from his prison and knock down the fragile doors that waited atop. Then there had been the fierce light and he had reached out to it to fill himself and -
And after that there was nothing.
He floated in a sea of darkness completely unlike the darkness of his inner prison. He glanced up from the depths once in mild curiosity when the faint murmur of voices reached his ear. He swam up to the edge and although he was unwilling to break the surface, the voices grew somewhat clearer.
"But he's burning up!"
"You can't touch him with that; his spirit is too unstable. You put your power into him, and he's going to die."
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Damn you, I won't loose him again; he's too important to me. TELL ME WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO!!!"
The voices didn't concern him, and he soon lost interest. A wave crashed down on him, picking him up, and he allowed it to carry him, retreating back into the depths and the gentle and quiet lapping of the waves.
~
To be continued
Oh no! She made Yusuke's demon form different!
Yes, I know I did. Yes, I even know what it actually looks like. I knew I was changing things when I did it. But as I've stated before, the real form isn't pretty enough for me, so I fixed it. If you complain, I probably won't acknowledge you, just to let you know. Please don't complain. I like my way better, and I love all of you so much, it really breaks my heart when I get yelled at.
Well, that's it for now, anyway. I tried to make this chapter long, but this is about the best I can do. Hope no one was too upset over my little trick - I would never leave a fic with Kurama a slave, Yusuke a vegetable, and Hiei decapitated, I promise. Anyway, don't forget to review. I'll try to post more soon.
Warnings: I own nothing and this is yaoi and I have changed a lot of things from the original storyline
~
Hiei hit the ground hard, grunting as he caught Yusuke and staring without real comprehension as the glowing orb just finished disappearing into the slim human's back.
"A. . . a kokoro ball?" He whispered in wonderment, despair slowly creeping over him as he picked the boy up by his shoulders and watched his head loll back listlessly. "No." He groaned, voice a mere whisper, eyes widening. "Detective, you didn't. . . ."
The bandits were coming closer, closing their circle around them. Hiei merely stared at them blankly as he drew Yusuke tightly against him. There was a strange wetness on his cheeks, something he thought that he shout recognize but didn't. He barely even registered it as, with a curiously familiar battle cry, a slim woman in the dress of the koorime warriors materialized from a small rise of snow that couldn't conceal an ant behind, throwing herself wildly at the bandits.
He didn't care.
Hiei gathered the human close, closing his eyes and plunging his spirit energy into him.
Nothing. There was nothing there at all.
He shook, growing more and more desperate as he delved deeper and deeper and still found nothing. Yusuke was just . . . gone.
Hiei didn't hear his cry of anguish as he dove even deeper into the soul of the human he couldn't bear to loose. He refused to accept that he was gone; he needed him to much for him to be gone.
There was just the barest flicker of light, just beyond his "vision," but he fled toward it, franticly searching for any chance, the smallest hope, the faintest glimmer. He wrapped the light around himself, feeding his power into it with a state of reckless frenzy, praying to whatever may be listening for it to work.
Nothing changed.
Hiei screamed in fury and sorrow as he rocked back and forth, clutching the slim human tightly to himself and shrieking his rage to the heavens until his voice grew hoarse and he ran out of tears. He didn't even notice the scattering of little dark jewels around him as their trails dried on his face, leaving the skin tight and eyes swollen as he stared blankly at the sky, clutching Yusuke tightly.
He took no notice of the bandits, who had paused in their fight with the woman he should have known, their focus now on the dark gems he couldn't care less for. They were arguing amongst themselves about the jewels, senseless arguing. What did all the treasure in the world matter? How could anything matter?
Now calm, Hiei soothed Yusuke's dark, silken hair and laid his lifeless body carefully on the ground before rising to his feet. He was cold and composed, made serene by the knowledge that these monsters would regret what they had done very soon, that they would see what he saw; that there was nothing in the world that held worth because the detective was gone forever. His sword found his hand, and he raised it into a ready position, charging them in an eerie silence, both blinded and fueled by his own pain and fury.
The fray began again.
The woman was caught off guard, watching him, and knocked unconscious by the but of a staff, leaving Hiei to battle alone. Fine. He preferred it that way. He threw himself into his attackers with no thought for anything but the revenge he so burned for - that they had dared to take his human from him.
A belt knife slid into his side from behind as he deflected a sword blow that would have taken his head while a spear pierced his leg shallowly and a staff cracked wickedly against his collar bone.
Suddenly he was on the ground, watching the clouds spin above him. He felt like loosing every meal he had ever eaten, but that was nothing beside the pain. Snow should never be that color red.
"I'll finish him." One of the bandits chuckled, cracking his thick, hairy knuckles. Hiei thought he was the one who had hurt Yusuke, but for some reason the larger demon kept splitting into two, then fusing back into one.
Hiei tried and failed to move his sword, grunting as the man standing above him rested his foot on his chest and raised a battle axe high above his head for the killing blow. Hiei refused to close his eyes; he would watch his death like a man. The fear and the pain and the shame were enough punishment for his failures, but now he would suffer death as well. Failure to save Kurama. Failure to protect Yusuke. He had loved them both, he realized. Loved them more than breathing - a habit which he was about to forfeit. He regretted that he may never see them again, even in the afterlife. Yusuke's soul was locked inside his body, and he knew hell was no place for Kurama. He prayed that, if his mother survived, she wouldn't let the bandits take Yusuke's body.
The demon above him smiled, licking his lips and hefting his axe. He took the downward swing.
The End
Just kidding. Keep reading.
. . . The demon above him smiled, licking his lips and hefting his axe. He took the downward swing.
A hand caught his arm and the large demon glared at whatever apparition was so rude as to interrupt his kill. The interloper was tall and slim with sleek, silky black black-crimson hair pulled back into a low tail, velvety black cat ears crowning his head. His eyes were slim and tilted, the pupils slit vertically and the irises a disturbing, glowing yellow. He wore the same long-sleeved black silk Chinese shirt and baggy silk black pant that Yusuke had worn, and his long, luxurious black tail flicked back and forth in irritation.
The newcomer flexed the hand that was not restraining the bandit's arm, and trim nails extended into long, sharp claws. Like lightening he moved, ripping out the bandit's throat.
He tossed the corpse down like trash, unsheathing the claws on his other hand as he leapt over the falling body, decapitating one bandit with one hand while thrusting his claws straight into a second's heart with the other.
Hiei struggled to his feet, holding his side tightly to keep in his life's blood as he watched, awestruck, as the cat demon brutally slaughtered each and every bandit, refusing to allow even one the chance to escape.
When they were gone he rounded on Hiei, fangs bared, claws ready.
"Yusuke?" The small, wounded demon whispered, fighting to remain standing as he stared into those yellow eyes.
The cat demon blinked, snarl fading, as if he was coming back to himself. He looked around at the bodies strewn around them, then back to the short demon before him. "Hiei?" He asked as if unused to using his voice. He stumbled forward, then fell unconscious into Hiei. The small demon stumbled, barely managing to catch him on his uninjured side, barely managing not to fall himself as he kept the taller boy propped against his shoulder.
"You need healing. You both do."
He ignored the female's voice, resting his forehead against the top of the head of the creature in his arms and closing his eyes, thankfully breathing in the scent that was unmistakably Yusuke. "You're alive." He whispered, barely believing the words coming from his own mouth. It was like a new concept. Alive. But what had happened?
"Hiei? Are you listening to me?"
"Why did you follow us here, mother?" He demanded icily, not bothering to open his eyes. "Surely not to ensure my safety. After all, you left me to my fate long ago, did you not?" The words weren't as bitter as they might have been, had he not been more concerned with Yusuke.
"You have no idea how much I have always regretted what happened to you. If you would only allow me to explain. . . ."
"A fine time to attempt making amends."
She was silent for a long moment. "There isn't a town for miles." She said finally, voice brisk. "The closest place is the island. You two need shelter and care. I can get you in without anyone knowing. Let me do that, at least. Wouldn't you like to see your sister?"
He shot her a glare. "I would rather not have her know me." He said acidly. "You should agree, after all you've done to help erase my existence."
She bit her lip, then tried a different tactic. "Your friend might die out here if he doesn't receive help, and you wouldn't be long in joining him. Let me-"
"Fine." He spat. "Do it. But be quick about it. It isn't as if you don't owe me."
~
He was floating. Floating in a darkness that seemed to last, to stretch on, forever and ever. But at least the floating was far better than what had come before. Before, he had been shut away in a small box of darkness, unable to hear or see, his cries for help swallowed up by the emptiness. Something had reached for him in that darkness and touched the deepest part of his soul and he, blind and desperate, had clung to it, used it to climb from his prison and knock down the fragile doors that waited atop. Then there had been the fierce light and he had reached out to it to fill himself and -
And after that there was nothing.
He floated in a sea of darkness completely unlike the darkness of his inner prison. He glanced up from the depths once in mild curiosity when the faint murmur of voices reached his ear. He swam up to the edge and although he was unwilling to break the surface, the voices grew somewhat clearer.
"But he's burning up!"
"You can't touch him with that; his spirit is too unstable. You put your power into him, and he's going to die."
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Damn you, I won't loose him again; he's too important to me. TELL ME WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO!!!"
The voices didn't concern him, and he soon lost interest. A wave crashed down on him, picking him up, and he allowed it to carry him, retreating back into the depths and the gentle and quiet lapping of the waves.
~
To be continued
Oh no! She made Yusuke's demon form different!
Yes, I know I did. Yes, I even know what it actually looks like. I knew I was changing things when I did it. But as I've stated before, the real form isn't pretty enough for me, so I fixed it. If you complain, I probably won't acknowledge you, just to let you know. Please don't complain. I like my way better, and I love all of you so much, it really breaks my heart when I get yelled at.
Well, that's it for now, anyway. I tried to make this chapter long, but this is about the best I can do. Hope no one was too upset over my little trick - I would never leave a fic with Kurama a slave, Yusuke a vegetable, and Hiei decapitated, I promise. Anyway, don't forget to review. I'll try to post more soon.