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A/N: This is a huge AU.
Hiei surveyed the fallen city. Dead and wounded soldiers covered the ground, mostly Prae. Tiumi soldiers were generally incinerated or in several pieces; because that was the only way the Prae knew how to kill them for sure. Tiumi didn't die like Prae. That was just another example of the difference between the two races. Tiumi were superior, and they were going to prove it.
As he walked through Hiei killed all of the surviving Prae, and sent surviving Tiumi on their way. With quick searching eyes he surveyed the scene; women weeping, children bawling, and a troop of Tiumi soldiers coming towards him. He wasn't sure why, sure he had commanded his wing, but the unit was under Touya's control. The second rank in the front of the group pulled his feet together and his right fist across his chest.
"Sir! Master Touya commanded we bring the prisoner to you. His own telepath can not break him." Prisoner? Since when do Tiumi take prisoners? Hiei's gaze searched the group, landing on the robed form strung out between two men. The man- no, teenager –had short, well kept brown hair and expensive silk white, blue, and tan robes. His complexion was soft, pale, showing of a life indoors. Stress lines were faintly visible between the teen's eyes, and hand's had no visible calluses. And if that didn't convince Hiei the boy was royalty, then the black mark on his forehead did. The mark that would disappear with the death of the boy's father, when he claimed the throne. Slowly, a smirk pulled at his lips, then a smile, and then a grin. The second rank stood at attention nervously, the first ranks behind him starting to inch away. Hiei didn't notice, his eyes focused on the unconscious form. Koenma, son of Yama, heir to the throne of Praecantra; the most powerful Wiccan bloodline in existence. Captured and in his grasp, ordered to do what any telepath would dream of. To break this boy's mental walls and expose all of the power and secrets behind it.
This would be fun.
A small silver fox relaxed as the Tiumi solder's attention was diverted. All others had just looked right past him, eyes sliding across his form as if it didn't exist. Which to them, it doesn't. His little camouflage trick always works. Or at least that's what he had thought before a certain Tiumi solder, third rank if his uniform was any indication, had looked past him and then gone back to study his spot. He couldn't transform here, that might draw attention from the strange Tiumi. No, he won't loot here, he'll move on.
Yuusuke Urameshi huffed, trying to lug the tall and lanky form of Kazuma Kuwabara on his injured leg. They had fled the city, and Yuusuke felt the guilt of that eat at his soul. After he had run out of regular bullets he had resorted to his old method of shooting. He fired his energy directly from his index finger, crud but necessary, as it had kept the two of them alive. They had encountered three more, one from his unit, the other two from Shikijo's. They were all dead.
Tears leaked slowly from his brown eyes. Koto's face was firmly imprinted in his mind. She had given her life so he could escape. She shouldn't have. He wasn't worth it. A moan sounded beside him, and Yuusuke pulled them into a sheltered spot as far off the path as he dared. Carefully he set Kuwabara down checking the boy over. He would live, left arm broken and a nasty cut on his skull, but Kuwabara would live. Yuusuke sighed in relief, sitting down heavily on the ground and leaning against a tree. His right leg was a mess, knee wrenched and a gash in his calf so deep he worried he'd severed the tendon. But he would keep moving. He had too.
There were Tiumi on his trail.
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