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Chapter 10

Run

Blood covered the detectives' vision as he tried to dodge the oncoming blows from Kishou. The last strike had him landing against a stone column, and Yusuke immediately put pressure onto his left side to stop the heavy flow. When the demon fought, he used everything he was to kill his opponent. Kishou was trained well, and even though Yusuke fought the very best, he knew there was no chance for him. He needed a distraction to run. From the corner of his eye, the spirit detective spotted the ends of Kurama's bright hair. An anxious breath left him, he had completely forgotten about Koenma. "Are you done already?" Kishou roared from the opposite side of the room. "I've encountered lesser demons who have given me a better fight."

Kishou moved quickly towards him, and Yusuke dodged the swipe of his sword in time. A clawed hand reached out and latched onto the back of Yusuke's shirt, making the young detective fall back on the stone floor. The wind was knocked out of him suddenly and Yusuke tried to everything he could to stay focused. A heavy weight landed upon his chest and he could feel the small amounts of blood and bile creep up his throat. The fallen lord bent forward, putting more weight onto his foot. "This is where your race belongs." Kishou said pleasantly as he felt a rib in Yusuke's chest give way. "Beneath a demons feet." The brunette cracked a small smile. Pain evident in his eyes. "Not a chance."

Kurama came in from behind Kishou instantly. A sword shaped from his thorns pressed roughly against Kishou's throat. "Enough." Kurama said calmly. "Let him go." Amber eyes moved to the side trying to catch a glimpse of the demon traitor. "Do you know what you are doing?" He asked Kurama. "You still wish to serve these animals?" A thin river of blood started to make its way down Kishou's throat. "I serve no one." Kurama answered. "Especially a mongrel like you." The two detectives could feel the enemies energy rise. Kurama had displeased him greatly, and they both could feel the ground start to shake. A blackness began to overtake his eyes, and his hair began to rise. "You have no idea what I can do." Kishou's energy exploded like a bomb surrounding all of them.

The woman felt good against him as they laid upon the floor. A little too good for his tastes. Hiei craned his body away slowly and shivered when he pulled out of her. He could hear her heartbeat even out as reached for his shirt. "Where are you going?" Whitney asked sleepily. The fire demon could finally look at her now, as his dragon was sated for the moment. Her eyes were much clearer, doe like, and the cheshire smile she wore had him invision the definition of seduction. Her curls were sprawled out around her head creating a dark halo, and Hiei could feel himself want to cover her all over again. "You need to bathe, I can't handle the stench." His green skin was slowly fading back to his normal tone, but his ears stayed the same.

Quickly she fixed her skewed clothing before glaring at him. Regret raced through her as soon as Hiei moved away. For once it felt nice to have someone pretend to care for you. For once. When Hiei picked up his discarded sword, her stomach dropped. He was acting as if nothing happened between them. Her eyes scanned over him again, as he moved towards the training area. His head turned towards her, a coldness settling in his eyes. "It would seem you only needed a fuck after all."

Anger bubble through her veins. Whitney had met people in the past that were beyond rude, but this was on another level. She stood up feeling the soreness come to life between her legs. A shaky breath left her lips as she wished she could go back in time. Brown eyes dared to look at him one more time before Whitney moved to the basement steps. He was still breathtaking much to her dismay. At some point the oracle was hoping he would become skewed…ugly, but he still held on to his chiseled features and mesmerizing eyes. Her vision started to cloud over, and Whitney moved up the steps to avoid showing him any weakness. Hiei watched her leave.

A storm of emotions swirled through him. The feel of their skin touching, rubbing against another had the fire demon lose control. His eyes moved towards the long mirror in the corner of the room. In silence he studied his reflection. He was treading on thin ice getting involved with an oracle. A part of him wanted to continue it, and another wanted to stay away. To have a partner in his beliefs was a sure way to his ultimate death. Whitney would be a weakness he couldn't afford during this time of trouble. His brows furrowed together as he noticed a small red mark on the side of his neck. His fingers gripped the handle to his sword tighter before launching it at his reflection in the mirror. Glass shattered at the forceful contact and a few pieces fell to the wooden floor. The sound echoed around the room, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Dust clouds covered the area, and the thieves looked on to see if their commander would appear. Yusuke rolled onto his back to relieve the building pressure from his deeper wound. A moan was heard from beside him and the spirit detective cautiously turned his head to look. He could barely make out Kurama's body huddled over another figure in the distance. A shadow began to form behind the fox thief and Yusuke could slightly make out Kishou's curved sword. Immediately he tried to move, the muscles in his body protesting.

"Kurama!" He yelled. "Behind you!"

Wild red hair moved slowly at his attempt to move. Angry red gashes littered his body from the fallen stones. Koenma was passed out beneath him. His face swollen with cuts and bruises from torture. Kurama took in a deep breath, held Koenma close to his chest, and jolted away from Kishou's sword. The clanging of metal hitting the grounds dead surface rang throughout the air, and Yusuke let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. The fallen lord was furious. His canines grew longer, and his claws became thicker, sharper. He was quickly growing tired of constant disruptions. There was no more taking his time, he needed to end this now.

Whitney sat on the bathroom floor, her eyes sore from the constant crying. 'This is all my fault. I should have just let it be.' The steam from hot water covered the room somewhat hiding the red patches decorating her skin. She scrubbed, washed, and scrubbed again. Her fingers began to prune, and she mildly took into consideration that she should leave but couldn't get herself to stand. Her thoughts began to wander as she stared at the stream of water. Her parents were probably still mourning her sudden death. 'What if I just leave?' Whitney thought. 'It's not like Hiei is going to care.' Her eyes wandered towards the door and small smile graced her lips. 'I'm going home.'

Hiei leaned against the basement column taking in his destroyed surroundings. Glass was spread throughout the room and what was once dummies resembled nubs. The scent of Whitney still clung to him like a second skin. Subconsciously, he took in a deep breath. The sound of the bath water stopped some time ago, and the fire demon assumed she had went to her room. Guilt slowly began to consume him as his attention turned to the discarded wooden sword on the floor. 'Human.' He thought wearily. 'I tried to mate it.' He could feel the dragon's power travel up his arm aggressively as if it read his thoughts. She was still powerful even if he didn't want to admit it.

The advantage she carried could easily surpass anything in her way. He wondered if she even realized the potential she had. It finally dawned on him why his dragon wanted her. Pushing himself away from the column Hiei made his way up the steps. He knew she didn't want to see him after the way he treated her, but they had prolonged their training for too long. When he opened the door he knew something was wrong. His eyes scanned the narrow hallway trying to pick up on her energy, but not a trace came to him. Hiei moved with haste, a small amount of worry crawling up his spine. Whitney's door felt cold against his hand. He knew already she wouldn't be there, the lack of energy evident to his Jagan eye. With anger Hiei pushed the door to the side and was greeted with an empty room. Her belongings no longer decorated the shelves. 'Fool!'

The wind pushed through her unruly curls as she made her way towards the smoke she saw from the distance. A weight she didn't realize she was holding left her shoulders. In this moment felt alive, determined. If Koenma thought Hiei was going to keep her in that small house, he was clearly mistaken. 'Try and find me now dick.' If no one knew where she was then what where the chances Kishou would find her?

After her first kidnapping, Whitney was better prepared. She knew what to watch out for now. 'I need hair dye and perfume. Lots of it.' When Whitney first met Smith in the club he smelled her. Then Hiei repeated the same behavior later on, and it finally clicked that demons had a great sense of smell. Like animals they knew a person by their scent before their looks and Whitney needed to mask that to survive. She continued her path down another hill and two large gates came into view. A smile lightened her face when an older woman walked by with her horse in tow. Immediately the brunette threw up her hands and began to walk faster.

"Excuse me!" She shouted watching the woman lead the horse into the gated area. Her expression held onto surprise, and Whitney could sense her hurry with the animal. "Can you help me?" The oracle asked. "I nee-" "Go away witch!" Instantly she stopped in her tracks, only a few feet from the elder. "I'm not a-" "I know what you are." Getting a closer look, Whitney could make out a small pendant on her necklace. A spiritual believer and holistic healer. They are the true witches in Whitney's opinion.

"Okay then, is there someone else I can talk to?" She asked. "A mayor or something?" The older woman continued to openly glare in her direction before spitting onto the ground in front of Whitney's feet. "There's your mayor." The woman replied nastily. "Now get before you curse us all." 'What the hell?' "I'm not here to cause any trouble." Whitney replied sweetly. "I just need a place to stay." The old woman eyes ran up and down Whitney's body before turning. "I cannot help you." As quickly as she came, the woman walked into the guarded town and yelled at the gate keepers to keep Whitney out. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She muttered to herself. Glancing at the empty field behind her, Whitney knew she had to keep moving. Again, she walked even further away from Hiei and into the thick forest.

Trees passed by Hiei in blurs. He had to find her and bring her back, before someone else found her. A burning throb traveled up and down his arm, the dragon upset Whitney took off. In the distance he could feel her energy, but it was weak. He picked up his speed towards the village he had visited before. If he knew anything about humans, it was that they always ventured towards civilization. A tall wooden gate greeted him and he took his time using the Jagan eye. He could feel her here but then not. A young man leaned over the wooden post to study the stranger at the front gate. Pale yellow hair shimmered by the cold sunlight. "Your witch left." He yelled from his post. "We will not let her kind enter here."

Witch. That is what the powerful woman was being branded as. "What direction did she leave in?" A lanky arm shot out to the left. "South." He answered. "You would be wise to hurry. That place is no safe haven for a weak human." Hiei turned to the thick forest. Eyes narrowed at the twisted branches before making his way into the death trap.

"I don't remember it being this dark." Whitney whispered to herself. Shadows littered the ground before her making it harder to see embedded rocks. Whitneys' stomach growled again in protest at her continued journey, and she hugged herself to stop the sickening pressure. In her haste she didn't bring much. A small canteen of water, and two apples. 'That's not enough.' Another mile passed by slowly and the oracle could feel the winter chill make its way through her clothes.

She needed shelter fast.

The fire demon moved with a vengeance as his Jagan scanned throughout the thick trees. They weren't in the human world, and Hiei felt himself worry about her wellbeing once again. Thieves were brutal during the winter season. Crops could no longer grow and traveling in such dangerous conditions were a death sentence to some. If they believed she carried anything valuable there would be no telling what would happen.

'Maybe I should sit down. Yeah that would be good.' Exhausted, Whitney leaned her back against a large tree and slid to the ground, knees to her chest. "Just think of sandy beaches." Her bones felt like they were going to freeze, and her skin prickled. Sadness began to sink in slowly. "Mom, I want to come home." The cold began to numb her, as her lids became heavy.

"Don't die on me Kurama!" Yusuke shouted as he dragged his unconscious body through the forest. "Stay with me!" Koenma rested against the spirit detectives shoulders. To say they were prepared for this was an understatement. Kishou surpassed any demon they had come into contact with. They were doomed from the very beginning.

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