Silver Thread
By: Aisu Dragoness
Author's Note: sniff I FINALLY HAVE NEW REVIEWS! I'M SOOOO HAPPPY! I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS A LONG CHAPPIE TO CELEBRATE, SO ENJOY! .
Disclaimer: No I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, you already knew that, so why do I even bother saying it. Oh yea, don't sue me. --;;;
Warning: THIS IS YAOI! O.o
ChApTeR 4! Transformation
The two remaining Reikai Tantei walked in an angry silence. After bickering for hours, their patience for each other was wearing thin, and neither of them made any effort to lighten the mood.
The Great Kazuma Kuwabara had convinced (or more likely, annoyed) Yusuke into letting him lead the way. Yusuke sighed, with his hands casually behind his head, staring at the stiff back of his proud companion. The raven haired boy was a bit worried about Kurama, he hoped he wasn't hurt. But then… Yusuke's face changed from a worried frown to a smile. Knowing Hiei, the fire demon would NEVER let anyone touch Kurama, if they did; Hiei would cheerfully cut their throat and slice them until they were nothing but mince meat.
Yusuke's grin widened, remembering the time when he ditched class and wandered over to see Kurama. The raven haired boy found Kurama in school, and Hiei of course, was watching him protectively in the shadows. The redhead was sitting in the school yard, surrounded with open textbooks, talking to a fellow male student.
Yusuke had to admit; it gave him a good laugh watching Hiei squirm in that tree, glaring at the stranger talking to the fire demon's lover. Although the two were only talking about a class lecture from last period, Yusuke had decided to just let him be, and watch the good show. As the jaganshi watched with intent, Kurama didn't notice the fire demon there, for his lover was shielding his youki.
The redhead smiled and continued to talk with his fellow classmate, completely oblivious as Hiei's gaze turned murderous. The conversation dragged on, and to Hiei's horror, the other pupil laughed and put a friendly hand on the redhead's shoulder, Hiei snapped. The poor student soon found a katana dangerously close to his throat. After a few muttered death threats to the now white faced boy, Hiei finally calmed down and came to grips. The fire demon watched in self satisfaction, as the terrified boy scrambled away, putting as much distance as he could between him and the perilous demon. Though his victory was short lived for soon after the redhead scolded him, saying that when he comes to his school, come WITHOUT the katana, of course, Hiei thought the idea was ridiculous. Nevertheless, Kurama had to make an endless line of excuses to why a five foot tall boy, clad in black, comes on school grounds, and the first thing he does is put a knife at a boy's throat.
Yusuke's shoulders shook as he chuckled at the memory. Kuwabara, hearing Yusuke's laughter, snorted,
"What's so funny, Urameshi?" Yusuke simply shook his head,
"Iie, it's nothing." Kuwabara shrugged and continued walking when Yusuke furrowed his eyebrows together and frowned.
"Oi," Kuwabara sighed with exasperation, turning around,
"Nani?" Yusuke stopped, and glanced around.
"There's something about this place…"
"Huh?" Kuwabara, startled, jerked his head. Yusuke folded his arms impatiently as Kuwabara took in his surroundings. The raven haired boy's eyebrows rose, as his comrade sweatdropped.
"Eto…Urameshi…." Kuwabara's voice drifted off. Yusuke leaned closer,
"Aa? Oi, I can't hear you…" Yusuke heaved a sigh, looking around once more, his eyes widened.
"KUWABARA, YOU BAKA! WE'RE GOING IN CIRCLES!"
Kurama struggled against his restraints, as Masanori calmly looked through a shelf of vials. The redhead was moved into a circular room, with a fire that thrived in the center. There were desks and shelves, filled with vials, containing bubbling concoctions overflowing their rims. It seemed Masanori had redecorated it since his masters had occupied the tower; it now looked more like a laboratory than the familiar watch tower Kurama remembered. Masanori's alto voice floated across the room, causing the redhead to look up.
"Do you know WHY I was imprisoned in the City of Ghosts and Apparitions, pretty one?" Kurama merely shook his head, tension rising inside of him.
"I was…in a way…a thief. I sold my "stolen" goods in the black market where those foolish ningens gather…" Masanori wrinkled his nose in disgust,
"Nevertheless, their pay was rather generous, and that was all that
mattered." Masanori smirked, turning away from the shelf to face Kurama. Pulling back his hood, Kurama saw his face for the first time out of the shadows. He had a cold face, pale skin, with long, gleaming dark blue hair, and a pair of cobalt eyes to match. The image looked strikingly similar to Karasu, the very thought sent shivers down Kurama's spine.
Masanori stepped towards the redhead, his boots thumping of the stone floor. The flame in the center of the room crackled, sending shadows in the hollows of Masanori's face. The cloaked figure bent down, Kurama froze. His face and Masanori's were nearly touching; the redhead felt his warm breath on his skin. Cobalt eyes sparkled with a strange expression of delight, and Masanori's lips formed a small smile. Masanori bent down further and whispered in Kurama's ear,
"You know what my favorite treasure was?" He hissed, and then paused for a moment, and nothing was heard except the bubbling of chemicals and the crackling of the fire.
"…Kitsune fur…" Emerald eyes widened, and Masanori chuckled.
"It was my life; I trapped all kinds of kitsune, even when it became outlawed, I still continued to do it….I remember, one time, a kitsune clan almost became extinct because I trapped so many of them." Emerald eyes flashed gold in cold hatred.
Kurama recalled hearing that story when he was a young kit; a clan of kitsune from the southern regions of the Makai was nearly wiped out because of fur trappers. Not noticing Kurama's reaction, Masanori continued,
"Ahh…I miss those days. Black fur, brown fur...But there was only one that I was after." Masanori frowned in thought,
"Silver, a pure silver. In all my days of being a fur trapper, I found only impure, secondary silvers, those that have splashes of black or blue tarnishing that radiant silver sheen that I longed for. I made it my life's goal to find one someday. But I never did….until now." The cloaked figure pulled away, Kurama's face still stayed expressionless causing Masanori to smirk.
"You can't fool me, pretty one. I know what you are. I know all the stories, myths and legends. Only pure silvers can have gold eyes, and their fur has magical compounds that give it its luster. Demons of all kinds, those filthy ningens, they all wanted it. The strongest spells, potions, wards, weapons, or a priceless fur coat, can be made from a pure silver's fur, if one had the right resources. However, regretfully, it was painfully rare. The lineage of the fox must be ALL pure silvers. If there was just one impure, it tarnishes the whole blood line. It was a priceless treasure….And now; here I am, with a pure silver, just within my reach." Kurama turned ghostly white.
Hiei dashed up the festering steps with increasing urgency. Something was horribly wrong, he could sense it. A large wooden door came in view, and the fire demon quickly unsheathed his sword and slashed the door open.
"Goodness, I wasn't expecting any visitors…Hm…No matter, I shouldn't be rude to my new guest now, should I? Hello, my name is Masanori, what's yours little one?" A cloaked figure rose to his feet from where he was kneeling, revealing a familiar redhead curled up in a corner. Hiei gasped at the sight of his lover, bruised and marked, his clothes torn.
"What have you done to him!" The jaganshi demanded, raising his sword into a fighting stance. The dark figure said nothing, his face putting on a devious smile. Ruby eyes narrowed, and Hiei charged forward, only for the figure to dodge him, with a smooth movement. Hiei swore under his breath but turned to see to his lover.
Masanori stood quietly on the other side of the room, while Hiei knelt down to gather the redhead in his arms. Kurama whimpered in pain, Hiei's lips tightened as he held the redhead closer in a tight embrace, crooning assurances to his frightened lover.
Something caught Hiei's eye in the corner of the room. A syringe. And it was empty. Blood red eyes widened, as the fire demon snapped his head back to Masanori who began to laugh.
"Too late, I'm afraid, little one. You came right on time to see your precious redhead's miraculous transformation." Hiei whirled around and gasped as Kurama trembled and began to glow, filling the room with light.
"Unfortunately for you little one, I have some business to attend with your redhead, so you'll have to leave…Although I will consider the matter, if you bow before me." Hiei disappeared in a blur and appeared again in front of Masanori. Grabbing his cloak, Hiei pulled him down, face to face.
"Where's the antidote?" He hissed, baring his fangs. Kurama screamed in agony, moaned, pleading for the pain to stop. Hearing his lover's scream, Hiei slammed Masanori against the wall,
"WHERE IS IT, DAMN IT!" Hiei called up his youki, surrounding his body with a dark flame, burning the cloaked figure, causing him to flinch.
"Last chance, Masanori. Where-is-it?" The figure winced as the dark fire grew, but beneath his cringe, he simply smirked. Ruby eyes narrowed, if Masanori wasn't going to talk, then he was no use to him. Hiei's fists started to smolder, and he muttered,
"Go to hell. FIST OF THE MORTAL FLAME!" Fire erupted from his hands and shot towards Masanori. Hiei's cold expression didn't change as he watched Masanori cry out in pain; his body blazed and turned to ashes.
Hiei quickly returned to his lover's side, who wailed, his glowing body thrashed, metal chains around Kurama's wrists and ankles clanked loudly against the stone wall, anything to stop the blinding pain. Desperate to help him, Hiei pinned him down against the floor before the redhead hurt himself. Seeing his lover in so much pain blurred Hiei's vision with tears. Two black tear gems clicked onto the floor, as the fire demon determinedly held his lover against him, trying to comfort him, holding him tighter as the redhead's body writhed in his embrace. Hiei's voice was choked with tears,
"Shh…It's alright fox…I'm right here…shhh…its ok…" At the sound of his words, Kurama's thrashing stopped, and changed to a small tremble, his breath came in strained rasps, whimpering softly. The redhead weakly reached out and clutched Hiei's shirt while the fire demon stroked his hair and back in soothing comfort.
Suddenly, Kurama gasped, and the glow around his body became blinding. Hiei cried out, snapping his eyes shut but still clung onto his lover, whom, he could feel, was beginning to change. There was nothing he could do now, the transformation had begun.
Aisu Dragoness: Hehehehe, a nice little cliffhanger, yes? Please, please, please, review! i'm begging you! that lil' purple but down there is so pretty, don't ya think? You know you want to press it! REVIEW, and I'll update faster!