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Notes: Right, right, don't remind me that I need to be doing my other stories, I know, I know! -sigh- My sincerest apologies for not getting any other chapters out first, but this story is the one calling me at the moment.

Once more, I'm SORRY and I'm WORKING on the other chapters.

I…can't quite remember what I was going to put in this chapter so…

Possible Warning: There may be nonconsensual sex in this chapter. Oh WAIT! …yes, there will be preludes to nonconsensual sex. About as bad (or as light?) as last chapter (however you see the glass)

…I think…

Also, not pretty terms coming up: some cussing.

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--Action

--"Talking" (if this if telepathy on Kurama's part, it will be mentioned in the "he said mentally" bit)

--Thoughts

--:Youko to Shuichi to Youko:

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Embrace the Winter Snow

Chapter 11

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"Hello, Kurama."

The fox spun at the voice that echoed eerily behind him.

The voice of every nightmare he'd had for the last five years.

The fox gasped and spun. Hiei stood in the corner of the room, his red eyes glowing as an evil from some science fiction movie. He backed up until he was pressed against the wall, his eyes wide in horror.

"St-stay away from me!" he screamed mentally as he wrapped his arms around him. Hiei flinched in the slightest, his head twitching to the side before he looked back, his eyes calm as ever.

Kurama's eyes had closed and his breathing quieted.

"Nice trick," Hiei whispered as he started closer. "So you developed a telepathic ability. Should have seen that coming."

Kurama suddenly straightened and, when he opened his eyes, they were flecked with gold. "Go. Away. Hiei. I gave you your warning. It was the last, now leave."

The fire demon's eyes flashed with anger and narrowed in annoyance. "Youko," he spat out, his hand lying down on his sword hilt. "So, you found a way to surface even with that ward.

Youko's eyes remained unreadable and, conditions notwithstanding, quite calm despite the warning laced in his voice and the anger within his heart. "Leave, Hiei."

The fire demon snorted. "Or what, Youko? You barely have the energy to come to the surface, let alone summon your plants." A dirty little smirk settled over that small, impish face. "My ward saw to that."

Youko raised a slim hand to barely touch the kanji sunken into his skin in black ink, his eyes half lidded in remembrance, both from his human counterpart's dream, as well as his own memory of the horrific event.

"Yes…Your ward saw my imprisonment within Shuichi climb to an all new level and it saw to the imprisonment of Shuichi to a dying body unable to support his kind soul." Youko's voice had achieved a sort of calmed, rehearsed speech that seemed much more deadly than an angry voice. "Why have you done this to us, Hiei? We loved you…did you not love us?"

The fire demon seemed to think about this question for a moment. "Hm…I guess I did it because I could, Halfbreed. Who could ever love the traitor of the demon world, hmm?" he asked in a nonchalant voice, which only increased the harshness that it was received in. "And besides, a beauty such as yourself isn't meant for "love" as you call it. It's meant for a good fucking, and an even better possession."

Youko stood his ground, still calm, as Hiei started towards him, the fox haloed in the silver moonlight outside. The fire demon continued his explanation as he stepped up to his prey. "You are mine, Youko. This human body is mine and your little human is mine. I have claimed you, and you are mine!"

As Hiei's voice rose, Youko brought up his guard and it was a good thing, as he found himself able to block the punch the fire demon tried to sling at him. His human body, however, wasn't quick enough to counter Hiei's speed, nor healed enough for the strength required to protect himself and he gasped as a boot was shoved into his stomach, tearing open his five year old wound.

He slammed into the wall behind him and coughed, blood slowly filling his mouth as his stomach retched the crimson liquid. It dribbled down his chin as he began to slide down the wall. That is, until an arm caught him, the forearm pressed against his throat and he gave a gurgled choke.

"Do I get to pin you on the wall this time?" Hiei whispered in a husky voice that Youko would have once identified as anything but his lover. The fire demon pulled something out of his cloak, but Youko's dazed state couldn't register it until it was too late.

A scream echoed through the minds of the temple as a small dagger was pierced through his right shoulder, just below his collarbone. The scream had not yet ended when its twin was added to his left shoulder and he struggled desperately against the metal lodged in his skin, pinning and holding him to the wooden wall.

"Let me go, fire demon!" the kitsune growled out dangerously, but Hiei just smirked, standing on his tiptoe to crush his lips against the Youko's, licking up the blood along his chin.

Kurama pulled away, spitting it out as his eyes began to turn back to pure green. Youko was loosing the fight against his own anger and Shuichi all but shoved him back, hoping to protect him in his childish, human manner.

"Oooh, so you're back now," Hiei whispered, running the sharp blade of another knife down Kurama's cheek, leaving a thin red line with a following drop of blood down his neck. "I was so hoping it would be you I got to fuck again."

Kurama shivered even as Youko screamed his ear off within his head, but he blocked both voices out, closing his eyes and preparing himself for what was to come. He would never hurt Hiei, and that was the reason that Youko must stay within, and that the fire demon would take what he wanted.

Pale eyelids squeezed tightly shut as his palm was pulled up, bent at the elbow, to be a foot from his shoulder. The tip of a knife pressed into that palm, and Kurama knew what was about to happen, trying to prepare himself for it and block out the soon-to-come pain.

But it never came as a scream echoed through the temple and Hiei shouted out in anger shortly after. Kurama's eyes shot open to see none other than Tekara, slamming her fist into Hiei's head, effectively riding piggy-back on him and screaming like a mad woman.

The fire demon, trying desperately to throw her off, grabbed her arm and dug his nails into it. She winced, but continued slamming her fist into his head, much to his displeasure.

"How did you get out of that coma?" he growled coldly as he managed to get a good enough grip to fling her off his back and across the room. A small shout echoed through the moonlit quarters as she hit the wooden wall with a sickening crack and slumped to the ground, unconscious.

"Damn brat must have an immune system that counters the drug," the fake Hiei spat out at the unconscious healer as he turned back to the fox, not even realizing he had spoken aloud. "Where were we?" he asked harshly, drawing a flinch from the kitsune, whose emerald eyes were focused on the downed girl.

Hiei grabbed his chin and forced him to look back into burning crimson eyes. A shiver of pure fear ran through Kurama once more. That look; that longing insincerity and lust was back and, of all things, that was what the fox feared.

Because, with that look, everything else that would happen that night was spread out before him like the pages of a book for him to follow along.

But not much time was given for the contemplation of his anything-but-endearing fate as a dagger was slammed into the palm of his right hand, his absent concentration having forgot to remove his hand from the position Hiei had set it in. A second scream ripped through the mental world and Hiei hissed and held his head in his hands.

Something about this immediately bothered the strategist within Kurama's soul and he blinked slightly as a wondrous thought occurred to him, one that meant little at the time, however.

Earlier, Hiei had countered his mental scream with his jagan…why was he opening himself to the pain caused by a mental assault now?

But, again, contemplation was short lived as his other arm was yanked up and a matching blade slammed through the center, tearing muscle and vein, and sliding between the capillaries of his hand.

Anyone within the vicinity that was conscious, including the fire demon before Kurama, was most likely experiencing the beginnings of an unpleasant headache caused by mental onslaught.

Indeed, the assaulting fire demon grasped at his head. Not long after, Kurama found the tip of yet another dagger pressed against his cheek, just beneath his eye. "I took away your voice," Hiei whispered in a voice that promised pain. "I can take these too. Now shut the hell up!"

The fox remained quiet, eyes lightly closed and appearance almost one of nonchalance. At the silence, the fire demon gave a relieved sigh, rubbing his head with the hilt of the dagger. His smirk was soon to return as he moved the dagger's blade to the fox's waistline, his cottony pants being the only clothing he was wearing, despite the cold weather.

"I guess I have even more need for release," Hiei whispered, the knife trailing along his hip bone, a small red line trailing behind it. "This headache, I'm sure, will vanish when I fuck you senseless, Kurama."

It was odd, but another useless piece of information popped up, unbidden to his mind once more, not long given thought to, both by cause of the fire demon's impatience and Kurama's confused nonchalance.

Funny, Hiei always referred to me as Fox, not Kurama.

Kurama shut his eyes all the tighter as his pants were slit from bottom to top. They fell as the elastic band was cut and he shivered slightly at the horrible thought of what lay ahead, and the roaming red eyes that looked over him in lust now.

He needn't open his eyes to know what was staring at him.

The fox opened his mouth in a silent scream as no time was wasted and his hips were lifted up to Hiei's waist. He immediately found three fingers shoved into him before he'd even had a chance to take a breath. Those fingers were harsh and unforgiving, and they ravished him with no remorse as the fire demon before him grew impatient.

Kurama seemed somewhat surprised, though it was in the back of his hazy mind. The demon before him was not under the same objective as he was last time. The last time this nightmare was invoked upon reality, Hiei had spent extra time making sure that everything he did caused the fox as much pain as possible.

Last time it had been a torture session; this time it seemed solely for the rape.

The fox's breath hitched as all three fingers were roughly removed and replaced with the one thing he wished he could forever forget the feel of. But he was reintroduced to it, and just as harshly as he remembered, as Hiei forced himself on Kurama, pushing in rapidly, and all the way up to his hilt.

A fourth scream ripped through the temple and the fire demon before him winced. Screaming was definitely not the best idea as anger sparked within the eyes of the one above him and his entire body sorely suffered as his hips were grabbed enough to be bruised. His entire back was pulled off the wall, straining the weight left on the knives that now supported his upper body rather painfully.

Though, his shoulders were the least of his problems, and that supported weight didn't have to wait long before his entire body was slammed into the wall, matching the intruding force that was thrust into him.

Kurama bit his tongue to keep from screaming out, even though it was a mental call. Green eyes began to water in pure exhaust and pain, not to mention the bringing about of his worst nightmare imaginable, but those tears didn't fall.

Sworn to the falling snow and the tears he'd once dropped, he'd never cry again.

Hiei panted heavily as he kept his tight grip on Kurama's hips, his mind hurrying him. He wouldn't have a lot of time before the two annoying brats, the spirit detective and his pet fire demon showed up.

And while he could have taken the fox elsewhere, there was no better pain then to revisit the location of the crime, and commit it all over again.

His thoughts were drawn to a wicked smile and Kurama's mouth opened in a silent scream, this one remaining silent. The two cuts before him were ripping open as he peeled Kurama's body off the wall and slammed it back in with every thrust.

Youko knew, deep within his brother's mind and soul, that Shuichi wouldn't last much longer. He tried desperately to fight his way to the surface, but his human brother kept him tightly at bay.

:Why, Shuichi: He growled out, banging his fists against the mental walls that Shuichi had used to keep him back. :He is going to kill you! Let me stop him! I won't watch you die without doing a thing to stop it:

:No: The human's voice echoed back to him, both laced in sheer panic as well as sheer pain. :I…I'm sorry, Youko…but I can't let you hurt him…I s-still love him.:

Youko had no reply as he closed his eyes in despair, a single silver tear threatening to fall from his golden eyes. :Why do you have to be so noble:

There was no response to that but the deepest flash of pain and a scream kept within their minds alone. It was something that broke the kitsune's heart as he listened to his brother suffer without end.

There was nothing he could do but sit and curse the fire demon to the very depths of hell.

Kurama was near the end of his rope, his eyes glazed over in pain and his body loosing all strength to blood loss as rivers fell from both hands, both shoulders, and the two wounds to his torso.

And yet the fire demon kept on.

The fox slowly began to close his eyes, giving in to the never-ending call for silence, the call for relief. After the first incident, though it had taken him years to recover, he had made it, hoping against hope that he had something to live for, even if it was so trivial as to prove that he wouldn't let Hiei bring him down.

But in his heart and in his mind, he knew that the day that Hiei had betrayed him, was the last day his soul had known light, his mind had known happiness, his heart; laughter, and his eyes; joy.

There wasn't anything to live for now, now that the betrayal was complete. There was no question because questions had beginnings and ends. His life was now a never ending circle that was linked from the night five years ago to this night now.

A never ending film of his misery and hellish life since he had lost the only true love he had ever had.

And it only kept repeating.

Kurama's emerald green eyes slipped closed as the last of his heart, that which he had pieced together with glue like a jigsaw puzzle, cracked and fell before it hit the floor in a shattered mess.

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Both Yusuke and Hiei stumbled on their rapid way up the stair as a mental scream pierced their minds, ringing from ear to ear in mind-splitting agony and one hell of an after headache.

Unprepared for it, Hiei had no way to block it with the jagan and Yusuke was as susceptible to it as every other mortal. The two locked eyes once, sharing the unspoken name of their friend, before they started up the stairs, both achieving speeds neither new was possible.

The fire demon slammed open one of the Japanese side doors to the temple, wood splintering and Japanese paper ripping to shreds with the violent act. Yusuke raced in before him, jumping the remains and holding his finger out in the traditional spirit gun style, eyes roaming the dark tunnel.

Dark brown eyes lit up as they raced past the kitchen, and he quickly backtracked, whispering silent "no's" under his breath as he raced up to the island counter used as a mini table, barstools and all. Genkai sat on one of these stools, her head and light pink hair pooled on her hand, which she had laid her forehead upon. And half filled tea cup, still slightly warm, lay before her.

Yusuke gave a sigh of relief, thanking several gods, not all of them known to earth, as he felt a pulse beneath his fingers. He gently brushed Genkai's hair out of the way, as a son might an ailing mother, before he quickly left the room, Hiei impatiently waiting, respect for the old woman the only thing keeping him.

The sound of repeated thuds growing louder as they moved towards the healing room caused both boys' blood to boil and they moved so fast that the imploding door never had time to hit the floor before Hiei's body had collided with his counterpart, tearing him out of Kurama, and Yusuke had the fox supported by his waist.

The kitsune's eyes shot open at the sudden movement and a small mental scream hit the minds of those present, though not nearly as forceful. Green eyes were wide in panic and Yusuke tried to calm him, pressing a soft hand to his forehead and forcing him to look into the detective's chocolate eyes.

"Y-Yusuke?" the mental call sent waves of relief through the detective and he smiled with watery eyes, simply relieved that the fox was not dead. He turned slightly at the scuffle going on behind him as the copycat, caught unaware and with his pants down around his knees (not best for high speed running) found himself with a sword impaled through his right shoulder, just above his heart.

His scream, while no where near as affecting or painful as Kurama's, was incomparable in the enjoyment received from it.

Yusuke wasted little time watching them as he turned back to Kurama. He had to get the fox off the wall and healed soon, seeing as Kurama already looked near the end of his line.

"Hold on, Kurama, don't you die on me! There's no way in hell I'll go for that!" he growled out as he grabbed the dagger of Kurama's left hand. The fox opened his mouth in a silent scream as the dagger was pulled out. The detective gave no time for thought of pain as he pulled the other hand's dagger out as well.

A meek scream echoed through their minds, causing Yusuke and the copycat to wince. The level of the scream showed the detective just how close they were to loosing Kurama a second time and he grabbed both the knives on Kurama's shoulders and pulled at once, releasing the fox.

The scream that accompanied that one, while still laced with weakness, was enough to cause Hiei to wince in pain.

The other two couldn't think straight for several seconds.

Luckily, Yusuke had already positioned himself to catch Kurama's falling body before those moments of intense mental pain. The body went limp within his arms and he laid his friend out on the floor, tearing off his own shirt and ripping it to strips that he could press against the bleeding wounds.

The sound of retracting metal through flesh was his only warning sign as he looked up to see Hiei raise the sword to the copycat's neck, prepared to finally take the life of the one who had caused him grief and Kurama pain.

"No!" Yusuke shouted out, causing Hiei to jerk ever so slightly and the copycat to swallow heavily as the sword nicked his neck. "Hiei, you can't kill him! We need him alive to take the ward off Kurama!"

The fire demon had stared coldly at the mention of not being rewarded with the death of this creature until the reason was stated. Hard red eyes looked down to the fox, dying in a pool of his own blood, and those orbs softened.

Bending down, he grabbed the whimpering, pleading copycat by the collar and pulled him out of the room.

Yusuke didn't spare thought to what Hiei would do, simply praying that his warning would be enough. He pressed his blood soaked shirt to the wounds as Kurama mumbled in his mind, lips moving but nothing coming out, as always.

"Hold on, Kurama," he whispered as he glanced over to Tekara, who was still out and slumped against the wall. "Just hold on, fox-boy."

A hand gently touched is own and he looked down to see blinking green eyes staring up at him, filled with watery pain that would not be released. Slowly, the detective brushed away crimson strands and drew his hand down Kurama's cheek.

"Cry, Kurama," he whispered. "Cry if it will keep you alive. Please, for me: cry."

The fox tried to shake his head, but failed as a single silver tear slipped past his eyelashes and rolled down his cheek until it splashed onto the floor. Green eyes were shut tightly against any more as Yusuke bent down, placing his forehead against Kurama's cold, slightly sweat-covered one.

"There you go, it's okay to cry," Yusuke whispered. "Cry for your pain, cry for you sorrow. Hell, cry for the snow, if you have to."

Bleeding shoulders began to shake as Kurama wrapped his friend in a weak, blood-covered hug, tears slipping from his eyes as Yusuke tried desperately to keep the fox from bleeding to death.

An ear-splitting scream that topped any Kurama could have even tried to make ripped through the sob-racked air and both fox and detective turned to the door, where the agonized call had come from.

Green eyes opened wide as Hiei walked through the door, bloodied katana in hand and a purely satisfied smirk on his face. Kurama's body shook as he tried to move away, unable to in his weakening state, but Yusuke put an absent-minded, yet comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Hiei!" the detective scolded, "I told you not to kill him!"

The fire demon gave a small sneer, as if to say "you're not the boss of me" but it was hard to get across with that satisfied smirk on his face. "I didn't kill him, Detective. I just…rendered him unable to use the offensive weapon he utilized to cause Kurama so much pain."

Yusuke seemed confused for several long moments before his eyes opened wide. "You didn't, Hiei!"

The fire demon gave an annoyed glare. "I did and he deserved it. He won't be raping anyone again…or going to the bathroom, either."

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Okay, that's not really a cliffhanger (for once!) and I left you on a funny note (for once!)

Be happy, I wrote this entire thing within an hour and it's three o'clock in the morning here.

No complaining about shortness! It's only one or two pages shorter than normal.

Author Notes

…Youko's eyes remained unreadable and, conditions notwithstanding… wanna know something sad? I made up that sentence for the SOLE purpose of being able to write the word "notwithstanding" in a story…. P

…Damn brat must have an immune system that counters the drug… Now we know why Genkai was incapacitated. The copycat used Hiei's identity to get close enough to administer a knock-out drug. For some reason, Tekara's body countered it.

And no, no, no, she's not perfect miss Mary Sue who can't be hurt. There's a reason behind all of it. evil smile And it will be revealed next chapter

…rendered him unable to use the offensive weapon he utilized to cause Kurama pain… Hehe, notice that I didn't say "Removed" hehehe…ow.

What's to Come

Alight, next we have the cleanup of Kurama's injuries, including the removal of the ward (not all that big of a whoopty-doo) HOWEVER, it is a big deal when we have an unexpected guest show up!

BUT we also have Kurama and Hiei's first confrontation and the decision both of them draw to!

Two more chapters to go!

WOW I never really thought that the end of this story would come…what am I going to do once it's over?

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…….Oh yeah, I'm gonna work on all the other freakin' stories.