If you're confused at the opening, just check the last few sentences of the last chapter of The Hakufess Part 1. That will catch you up with just a few words. Check out When We Die by Bowling For Soup, just a nice song haha. I DO NOT OWN Yu Yu Hakusho, or the idea of Confessors, gars, or wizards. I DO OWN Giligan, Lydia, Demetrie and the plot.
There was a lot of bustling as everyone was placing their bags on the wrap around porch. Yusuke and Keiko were arguing about how much was too much to bring.
"Guys what's going on? Don't you feel all that evil energy out there?" Boton walked toward the three men jogging carefully but quickly toward her.
The bustling and arguing stopped when Boton screamed, a hand to her mouth.
Kurama and Touya hurriedly carried a limp and viciously bleeding Lydia into the temple.
"You betta stay out hea," Jin's sad low voice advised them. He stepped in front of the door but not before Yukina slipped past him under his arm unnoticed.
Boton sank to her knees in frightened, worried astonishment.
Back in the deteriorated forest, the Golge Demon cried.
A sad moan left his throat, his large, ugly body trempled while he looking lovingly after the small woman he'd nearly murdered.
"Is that all you can do?" the pathetic monster shuddered at the cold, enraged, voice of the vengeful fire demon. He took a blow to the left temple.
"Noooo," the Golge seemed to weep, covering his head.
"Is that it?"
A rushing wind piled from in front of him as he rushed to kill the Golge.
The creature reached out and smacked Hiei away.
"What then?" he challenged the horrid beast.
"She's a defenseless girl!" he barreled into the shameful looking thing.
He punched the oversized, bulging stomach. The monster screamed as his hand went through the skin, up to his elbow in nasty body fluid.
Then the katana swiftly separated the enormous body in half.
The putrid body disintegrated and burned away, giving off steam and ugly baking noises.
Hiei steadily walked back towards the temple.
"What's happening?" a frantic female voice worried unsurely. "Why isn't she moving?"
Kurama rubbed his temples agitatedly.
"She's so cold," the same young woman mused. She ran her hands over the sick teenager's clammy, pale gray hand.
He groaned. "Her body temperature is usually 94.5… but I am concerned that she hasn't moved."
Hiei's cloak billowed behind him over his shoulder where he jumped in from the window. He perched on the window in a crouched position and watched the red haired demon with his expectant, crimson eyes.
"Did you find anything that can help Lydia?" Kurama looked at him questioningly, tilting his head toward the bedridden girl.
"Nothing useful."
Hiei's uncaring voice answered and he slumped against the wall, sitting on the window sill.
Kurama heaved a sigh of hopelessness. It would prove difficult to travel against the enemy with their Confessor incapacitated and as good as dead.
The blue haired ice maiden, looked up from the unmoving body and met Kurama's sad, emerald eyes. She turned back to warming Lydia's icy hand.
"It's time for another dose," he muttered to himself.
Kurama stood up and walked over to the dresser against the wall opposite to the bed. He poured hot water with no steam into a brown painted ceramic mug that reflected the moon from where it sat enlightened by the open window. He pulled out a plant with thin orange petals and a stem that would have been green with black leaves if you looked at it in the proper lighting. He crumpled the flower and mixed it into the tea with a bit of a secret substance that turned the liquid a cool, navy blue.
Yukina lifted Lydia's head so Kurama could force the concoction down her throat since she obviously wasn't awake to take it on her own. Yukina thought Lydia ought to be screaming, or moaning at least. Her wound was so deep and still wouldn't stop bleeding. The kind friend wrinkled her small nose at the strong smell of toothpaste the fluid put into the air around the two healers, glad that she had at least changed Lydia's bloody garb.
The three watched intently for any sign of vital movements. Kurama glanced over his shoulder.
"You should clean up your arm Hiei."
The subject examined his dripping red arm.
"There's enough blood in here already and it'll be hard to get off when it dries."
The cloak was slung over the end of the bed frame and the bathroom door closed almost angrily.
"Do you think he was angry before?" Yukina's crimson eyes watched the closed door.
"He usually is, Yukina," Kurama answered. He searched her face.
'She is so kind… and so oblivious' he chuckled in his head. 'She'll probably never know he's the brother she's been so determined to find' he shook his red hair and frowned, dabbing Lydia's forehead with a cold, yellow washcloth.
After a moment he pulled the cloth away and leaned in for a better look at her face. His brow wrinkled and the wheels in his head turned though clueless to what he was seeing.
"What is it, Kurama?" Yukina asked sweetly, carefully hiding her worry. 'I'm too much of a baby' she thought.
He set the cloth down.
"Did you notice she had a bruise on her left temple?" he wondered curiously.
She shook her head and looked over to the spot directed.
"I could have sworn the only visible injury was the tear in her side," she recognized the black bump above Lydia's ear. She put a hand there to caress it, thinking of all that pain and hoping her friend would wake up.
While she was rubbing the goose egg bruise it suddenly lie flat and the color disappeared into the paleness of the rest of the body it lived on.
Yukina gasped. Kurama frowned harder.
"So strange," the mumble wasn't heard.
Kurama caught glimpse of a shadow that moved down Lydia's arm. He thought to look out the window for the source, but then thought better.
Yukina silently got off of the bed and went to inspect what Kurama's first accusation had been. She searching the calm outside world and found absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile, Kurama lifted the unconscious person's arm up and found another bruise, flat this time and larger, on the under side of her forearm.
"Yukina," he called, his voice shed an edge of urgency.
"What is that?" she pointed to the dark shadow that moved up and down the limp arm.
"Well, it's not a bruise," her partner reasoned a matter of fact.
Lydia's body lie quite still and disturbingly pale, but something was moving inside it.
"Hiei," Kurama whispered in an impatient tone. He wasn't used to not having a plan, not knowing what to do. He was a fox, a quite, intelligent thinker. His frown stayed firmly in place while he watched the show of unearthly life.
"It's like a shadow stigma," Yukina placed a hand over it in attempts to make it go away.
Blue white light surrounded her hand and the object of interest, but the shadow only streaked away and to the other side of her arm.
She went for it again, it disappeared.
"Try again, Yukina, please," Kurama directed toward the sliver of a shadow hiding on slender Lydia's neck.
The shadow was gone the instant the light shined out.
"It's afraid of the light," he stated, dumbfounded.
"Oh…"
'What is this thing?' his mind wondered estranged. Hiei? He sent the word out in the string of invisible time that surrounded all things.
I have no idea what that thing could be or else what it's really doing the knowing reply was returned almost instantly.
Kurama nodded to nobody and turned toward the window.
"It's a bit chilly, isn't it?" he closed it halfway. The stench of red blood cells was thick and far too much to even consider shutting off the natural fan.
"What is that thing?" Yukina suddenly exclaimed behind him.
He turned quickly, seeing that she was off the bed again. Her body trembled a little and she pointed to Lydia's midsection, a look of horror and fright clearly telling him something was wrong.
He stood stock still, and listened.
His fox ears could just barely pick up a slight popping and slithering noise of a creature much like a snake.
He nervously strode over to Lydia and pulled her shirt up a little ways.
The skin wiggled and rose and fell. It was unnatural, awfully loathsome. The black shadow mingled with these atrocities.
Crackles and pops where heard more audibly here beside her.
"It's breaking her!" he studied the movements, mind running wildly.
The shadow squirmed and jumped, like a prisoner trying to open a trap door to escape or else bust his way out.
Kurama feared Yukina had gone catatonic; she stood so unresponsive over his shoulder, her face frozen in that expression of horror.
Kurama's face smoothed, and just stared blankly, giving up for the time being until she would awaken.
"She could be pregnant," he thought with a shrug, "but that's highly doubtful," he waved a hand dismissing the supernatural occurring in the room.
There was silence, except for the popping and crawling under Lydia's skin in her stomach. No one moved. No one knew the pain that almost happened if Yukina had not suddenly snapped.
"Get away!" she screamed and blasted blue white healing energy in the face of the thing.
From what they could see, it didn't reappear.
From what Kurama could hear, there was a soft animal cry of hurt.
What do you think will happen next?