Disclaimer: Okay, so here's the drill: I don't own them, just like the last author you read from, just like the next author you'll read from. We should all join an I-Don't-Own-Them-And-Never-Will Club.
This chapter is for KyoHana, who got my little trivia question right on Content.
Fun bit of pointless trivia: I wrote this chapter three years ago, before I had even gotten the first chapter out. So, obviously, I've been anticipating this for a…while now.
Oopsies: Okay…so…I just kinda' noticed a bit of an inconsistency…well….
It seems Syunsuke has several hair colors, the most prominent being Blue and Black. So…for the first three chapters, he has black hair, and for the other … ten, he's had blue hair….so….he has really dark blue hair that looks black.
Everyone cool with that?
If not...he dyes it? ;-D
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Memories of the Lost
Chapter 14
Memories No Longer
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The three remaining tentai stood before the door. A simple, white door in the richly decorated hallway. The silver handle reflected the three tentai in disproportionate images as they stood, unsure of what to do. Yusuke and Kuwabara glanced back behind them, down at Hiei. The fire demon's eyes were cold and emotionless and the two glanced at each other once more in worry.
Entering Syunsuke's mansion had not been difficult. They knew exactly were it was, exactly how to get in, and they had met no opposition. It was as if the stupid demon was taunting them, welcoming them inside as guests.
And it made all three even more terrified of what they would find within the mansion's walls.
After all, you don't put up guards and traps if there's nothing left to protect.
Snorting in impatience and his fellow teammates' idiocy, Hiei reached forward and grabbed the metallic handle. Turning it, he pushed it open, expecting anything to greet his ruby eyes. He expected blood; he expected death; he expected torture and horror and hoards of demons and…
And everything but what was in that room.
Hundreds of enemies poised to attack he could have dealt with; torture and pain he could have dealt with; but a square room of completely white walls was something he had not anticipated and it set him horribly on edge simply for the unknown.
Slowly, he entered the room. Yusuke stepped in after the fire demon, followed directly by Kuwabara. Looking around he saw…almost nothing. It was a cube: ceiling, floor, and walls – all white. It was actually extremely disconcerting, like solitary confinement in an asylum.
Their attention, however, was drawn to the center of the room where sat the very fox they had come to rescue. He was on his knees, sitting back on his calves as if waiting for afternoon tea, with his hands folded properly in his lap. His shoulders were set in a strict posture, but his head hung down with chin against chest. The silky hair he was so well known for was brushed and clean, obviously done so after his rampage through the forest. It hung over his shoulders, hiding his face from his fellow team members.
The position was unnatural for one held within the confines of an enemy and it turned Hiei's stomach to see the fox so obviously fine.
There should have been blood and torture and pain and agony. He could have handled that but this…this made it look like Kurama had been welcomed in Syunsuke's arms and had welcomed himself as well.
This feeling, which had Hiei clenching his hands in shaking fists, was only furthered by the demon in question, standing behind their fox. His deep blue fighting kimono was wrapped about him, a sword hanging at his side. Those deep violet eyes were watching the tentai in amusement.
"Kurama?" Yusuke's voice was barely above a whisper yet it seemed to echo loudly in the room, shattering the intense silence that had settled thickly around it.
The fox neither acknowledged nor moved. As the three detectives advanced into the room, Syunsuke placed a hand on Kurama's shoulder, a warning signal. The tentai paused in their movements.
"Awaken," the dark haired demon spoke, his voice no louder than Yusuke's had been. Slowly, Kurama raised his head, the rest remained unmoving, but it was all they needed. His three friends, three comrades, three teammates; they all looked on in horror and shock.
The kitsune's brilliant eyes were dead.
Their gray expanses seemed far too shallow, no longer so green and vibrant. No emotion or life flowed through those orbs, those eyes that had once been the wildest and more joyful than most had ever seen.
"Kur…Kurama?" Kuwabara whispered in horror, mentally begging those eyes to stop staring at them, to just blink and tell them it was all a sick, stupid joke; a misunderstanding. The fox's face, once more, did nothing to change as it remained as emotionless as the eyes.
"You can call him all you like," Syunsuke spoke, his voice deep and full of a remorseful mirth, a deadly combination. His smirk added to that amusement, though Yusuke was confused at the slight sadness detectable. It made little sense.
Then again, when did sex-depraved psychopaths ever make sense?
At Yusuke's change in expression, the dark haired demon's eyes shifted, hardening and showing no more emotion than his amusement at their predicament. "But he will not remember you."
Kuwabara blinked and Yusuke's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" the latter shouted, taking a step forward and reaching his hand out instinctively. Their enemy stopped them with the tightening of his hand, still laying on the fox's shoulder. When the leader of the tentai paused and fell back, the illusionist merely smiled in smug triumph.
"He will not remember because he has no thoughts left to call upon."
Those words seemed to stop all time within that white, damned room and set ice about the hearts of the three listening. Their blood ran cold and boiled all at the same time, as fear shot through their every nerve.
"What?" Kuwabara asked numbly, the words taking far too long to settle in and immediately rejected by everything he wanted to hope and believe in. "W-what…what did you do to him!?"
The scream echoed ten-fold throughout the room, and Hiei cringed at the repetition of the idiot's high-pitched, annoying voice. However, it was forgivable – and if not that, at least ignorable – due to the situation in which they currently found themselves.
A thousand thoughts were going through the young fire demon's mind, most of them a contradiction to his deeply rooted demonic beliefs and survival instincts. It was obvious that he had hurt the Youko by his immediate rejection and, while not convinced in the slightest that the fox truly loved him (especially in his current mental state), it was fairly safe to conclude that Kurama's capture had been partially his fault.
Syunsuke turned his steel colored gaze to the orange-haired man, who held his hands in clenched fists, nails biting into the skin. Kuwabara's teeth clenched as that gaze turned on him and he braced himself for a fight.
But no fight came, only the reply, "Are you accusing me of something?"
Something in Yusuke snapped and that tight grip on his mindless friend's shoulder was all that kept him from ripping the blue-robed demon to shreds. "Stop playing dumb, you fucking asshole!"
"Then…are you suggesting that I did something…inhumane?" Syunsuke asked in an exaggeration of innocence and ignorance. "Something…" his face began to shift from that fake smile to a smirk of pure malicious amusement, "like returning all of Kurama's memories long enough to exact my revenge…and satisfy my lust at the same time?"
Kuwabara cursed vividly as he summoned his sword. "Kisama!" he screamed out but Yusuke's outstretched arm stopped him, and he glanced at his fellow teammate, who was seething in livid rage, but motioned to the fire demon standing slightly ahead but between them.
Hiei's breathing had become rather ragged, as if he had to force himself to take each gasp of oxygen. His thoughts had taken a rather drastic turn to the more desperate as he realized just what Syunsuke had done.
'He…really raped him,' his mind whispered to him as horror spread through his bones. As a demon growing up in a hostile world, he knew exactly what that kind of trauma could do to someone.
It takes years to get over something like that, and the face and feel of your attacker never truly leaves you, haunting you in the night when silence rings in your ears, leaving you with nothing to block out the screams. Hiei's hands began shaking as his muscles tensed and he couldn't relax them.
Kurama had been raped and his memories stolen, all at once and with none to come and rescue him.
Hiei's ruby red eyes opened once more and flashed dangerously at Syunsuke. No, someone had come to rescue the fox. Not just one someone, though, but three. Three who cared for the kitsune more than anyone else.
The fire demon's nails bit into his palms. He came to rescue the kitsune because he cared about the fox more than anyone else.
Syunsuke just grinned at that terrifying glare which promised a long, slow death full of pain and agony. Yusuke took a step forward to pull their opponent's attention back to himself, and away from his two friends and the fox.
"Give him back his memories."
Syunsuke blinked, his obliviousness seeming to be less an act and scaring the three rescuers. "I'm sorry, but I don't seem to know what you're talking about. What do you want me to do?
Yusuke's palms joined those of his other two teammate's hands in bleeding from his own fingernail marks. "I said give him back his memories."
Syunsuke seemed to consider this demand for a moment, but in vain mockery of Yusuke's command. "Hmm…now there's a rather difficult request for me to grant..." He rubbed his chin as if pondering how to grace the detective with his help. "Indeed…a very difficult request seeing as I haven't got them."
If the demon's earlier statement concerning the lack of Kurama's recognition of them brought fear to their hearts, this statement nearly killed them.
"What….what do you mean?" Kuwabara mumbled weakly, staring at the darker haired demon in dubious surprise. There was little to be made from the information just given, but what he could understand of it brought a cold sense of terror deep into his mind.
There was something off about the fox. Kuwabara had noticed that the moment he walked into the room but hadn't been able to pin it down with a conclusion or solution. He wasn't even sure what it was. But now that Syunsuke had said those puzzling words, Kuwabara began to have a growing feeling of fear deep within his stomach.
It was unsettling and he didn't like where it was leading his thoughts.
Those steel eyes turned back to him and sent shivers down his spine at the pure, unadulterated malice those eyes showed and got from the amusement of the situation, which no one other than he could find.
"Why, dear human, I mean that I don't have his memories," Syunsuke clarified but no more than his last statement had.
Hiei stared at the demon, his glare lost for the moment to painful shock at what he believed this old enemy was leading up to. He didn't want to think about it, he wanted to run away, wanted to get away from the truth and the past and the future and himself and that demon but…
But he didn't want to get away from Kurama. Not again. He'd already made that mistake once.
"Then where are they?" Yusuke screamed out, breaking the fire demon out of his panicking thoughts of claustrophobic hysteria.
Syunsuke merely shrugged. "With the kitsune." He motioned to the fox whose shoulder he had finally released as he took a leisurely mild step to the side.
Kuwabara frowned. "Then why doesn't he remember us? Kurama wouldn't ignore us! And he wouldn't just sit there and let you tell him what to do!"
Syunsuke seemed to nod at this, agreeing with the human detective. "Yes, I'd have to agree with you on that particular matter," he spoke, his voice taking on a completely false sense of intelligence. He gave another fanged grin. "He doesn't remember you because he is broken."
Hiei's eyes widened in pain and fear, and he reached up his hand. Yusuke thought he might send a fireball to the annoying prat of a demon that they all desperately wanted to tear apart and set fire to, but the hiyoukai did no such thing. His Jagan's ward fluttered to the floor as the eye peeled itself open in a violet light that swarmed around them, giving the room at least some color.
The fire demon looked upon his lost friend and saw the flickers of green and gold energy braided together deep within his soul. The rest of the room, and other shades and shadows, disappeared within black and white shifting forms, leaving only the fox on whom to focus.
That energy was still there, there was still some hope. Syunsuke was wrong – he wasn't broken…not yet.
The third eye all but slammed shut as Hiei ripped open his biological eyes to glare at the blue-robed demon. "You are mistaken."
Syunsuke shrugged. "He is all but broken. Indeed, I returned his memories and took his innocence a second time," he said, alluding to his raping the fox, "but I never took those memories back. He locked himself away in his mind all on his own. All I did was fuck him."
The mind-demon's rant was half lost on the tentai; all three too focused on his use of words in the first half of his speech. Those words sent them into a lapse of temporary shock and disbelief.
Innocence? A second time?
'Oh my god…' Yusuke whispered as his brown eyes doubled in size. 'Kurama…was a virgin and we- we sent him in there to seduce-'
Kuwabara felt sick, green with the churning in his stomach as even his relatively slower thoughts picked up on the words Syunsuke had chosen to use.
Hiei was absolutely fuming. Not only had this demon dared to rape the fox, but Kurama had lied to them!
No…that wasn't true. Kurama had never said that he was a virgin, but he'd never denied it either. None of them had asked; none of them thought they had to. Hell, with his human looks and Youko past, the fact that he had been a virgin was…well, frankly, unbelievable.
But the fire demon could hear the truth in the darker haired demon's words and knew that Kurama had lost his human innocence on this mission…this mission which had cost him his memories, his mind, his pride, his thoughts…his love and his hope.
Hiei had seen the tears that streamed from Kurama's face through the Jagan. They were not there in the physical world, but he had seen them in the mental one. The fox was in more pain than any human or demon alike should ever have to face, especially one as kind as he.
And the tears were evident, even to those who could not see the mental world as he could.
The thought that Kurama had said nothing when he knew what he was volunteering for, how this could go wrong and what could happen if it all went right…It angered Hiei but also sent a pang of guilt through his system.
Kurama hadn't told him, hadn't tried to tell him. He knew the fox well enough to know that the fox would have been proud of his innocence. And he would have cared.
Hiei refused to change the expression on his face, but he had the vague feeling that Youko might not have been so lost in mourning when he said that Kurama loved him.
And he wasn't sure which emotion to feel above the other – fear or acceptance.
"You-You fucking bastard!" Kuwabara's scream stopped him from having to decide which to feel at that moment. The detective's sword doubled in size and energy, and he raised it threateningly. "How could you take his- how could you do that to someone like Kurama?!"
"Don't act so innocent, human," the demon shot back, his eyes sending a warning to the orange-haired man. "You sent him in as a distraction. Sent the little lamb to the lion's den. Don't blame me for taking the offer."
Kuwabara's fists were shaking violently and the sword began fluctuating just as violently, but he didn't make a move to advance towards the demon that held his friend's life in his hands. Yusuke could see the restraint it was taking him, and sympathized, wanting nothing more than to kill Syunsuke for his words and deeds.
"…Fine, you won," Yusuke growled out, causing his other two companions to look at him in shock and confusion. "You broke him, now give him back."
Syunsuke glanced to the boy, mildly impressed with the mini speech that could hardly be considered a speech, but he merely gave a smug expression. "Now why would I return my pet to owners who obviously don't take good care of him?"
Yusuke frowned at this, confused at how this demon could possibly claim to take better care of Kurama than his friends, who had done nothing to hurt him.
Brown eyes slowly moved over to Hiei, who stood with his eyes suddenly downcast and hands clenched tighter. Blood dripped gently from his wrapped and unwrapped palms to the white floor below, which was no longer so white.
Drip.
Blood dripping.
Hiei had had blood on his hand, though he wouldn't reveal from where it came.
Yusuke looked back to Kurama, eyes scouring over the fox and landing on his wrist. There was a brace on the forearm, wrapped at elbow and wrist, but in between the raven-haired detective could see where that blood had come from.
Hiei's small hand was printed into the kitsune's arm in a scarring burn that had to be third degree worthy. It was blistered and raw, unwrapped and likely to be infected by now. Yusuke looked back to Hiei in shock, but the fire demon was not showing his eyes to any in the room, clearly aware of what he was being accused, and making no move to deny it.
Kuwabara, having noticed the same things, quickly ignored it, choosing to deal with it later. "We're his friends, give him back. There's nothing more you can take from him."
Syunsuke grinned. "You're right. I can't take anything from him…but there is plenty I can take from you three using him."
His hand reached back down to the fox's hair and passed over the crown of his skull, icy cold fingers barely touching the red tresses beneath. Kurama's dull, green eyes shot open, having fallen to a half lidded position but no longer.
A scream ripped from his throat and echoed through the room, replaying the pain in that cry over and over. Pale hands reached up to grab at his head, one injured and twitching as it attempted to do as the muscles commanded but failed from pain and misuse. Kurama's eyes began to water as he doubled over, pressing his skull to the cold white ground.
Screams continued to rip from his throat.
"Kurama!" Hiei screamed out, the first time he'd spoken since removing his warded bandana. He took a step forward, followed by Yusuke and Kuwabara, but all three were halted when the room began to shimmer around them. It was as if the four walls about them were walls of water rather than stone and metal. They were soon swirling with color in a whirlwind as an image began forming around them.
Woods seemed to slowly grow into focus, so real it appeared they were truly within the forested location. It seemed real enough to touch.
Just as Kuwabara reached out his lanky hand to try such a thing, a soft voice called out and froze his movements.
"That's the thirty-second sigh you've made so far, fire demon."
Yusuke's eyes widened and he spun back around to look at Kurama, in the center of this wooded image. He was bent over on the ground, still clutching at his head weakly but had fallen silent.
However…that had been his voice. No, more appropriately, it had been the slightly deeper tones of Youko's voice.
"You know," the voice started again and Yusuke knew that Kurama's mouth had not moved. He looked back around at the forests, but saw only a shallow pond with a trickling waterfall and the moon reaching out above them. "Yusuke doesn't want me near you…He wouldn't be happy to find you here."
Hiei's gruff voice answered, but only in the monosyllabic manner for which he was well known.
Yusuke blinked and looked down at the fire demon, whose eyes were still downcast. He certainly didn't have the appearance of one who had just spoken, or made movement or sound of any kind.
Looking back to the shimmering walls around them, he caught sight of something new and his eyes shifted to focus on the fire demon that had just appeared. Like the woods, the smaller demon seemed just as real, standing not far from them on the pebbles of the pond's shore.
Kuwabara's eyes widened in shock and he glanced back from their fire demon to the one in the images and blinked. "Are we…watching Kurama's memory?"
Syunsuke merely smiled as Hiei's head bowed further, hands shaking once more. Yusuke turned his attention back to the walls around them as Youko's voice continued smoothly.
"What am I to you?"
They seemed to have missed parts of the memory during their brief talk and realization of what was going on, but Yusuke couldn't see much change that deemed it important.
However, this line would be the explanation for everything, he feared. This would be the memory that started it all and ended with the fox in Syunsuke's hands, a broken wrist, burned flesh, a lost mind.
"What?" the gruff but confused voice of the fire demon answered back. "You're a youko. What are you to anyone else, you idiot?"
"That's not what I meant. What am I to you in this world? Am I a friend? An enemy? Ally? …Lover?"
Yusuke didn't miss the hint in that last option along with the faint traces of hope laced into the words. He stole a glance at Hiei but saw nothing except for the flinch of his own reply.
"Ally."
It had taken a little while to rouse a response, but the voice seemed rather firm in its decision. Glancing down at the diminutive demon now, it seemed anything but.
"Well that's one-sided."
It was Yusuke's turn to flinch at Kurama's muttered revelation and he fisted his hands. "Stop this, Syunsuke!" he growled out, turning back to the illusionist. Kurama was still doubled over, clutching his head in weak attempts to end the pain that was striking through his skull.
But that pain didn't end and Syunsuke didn't stop it. The image shifted gently as it fast-forwarded through the minor speech of their two friends, or so Kuwabara and Yusuke assumed, having no idea what had been exchanged.
The dialogue picked back up suddenly as the picture grew back into focus. Hiei was standing before them and the redheaded fox with the memories of Youko had come into focus as well. It was Kurama's memory, and yet the fox took a three-dimensional roll in it. Yusuke figured it was a feature of Syunsuke's re-enactment of the scenes.
"I know why I chose to live as a human. Because I wanted to live, Hiei."
Yusuke closed his eyes in fear. He had told Kurama those words. He had helped the youko realize why he would later choose to live in a human body rather than to die. And he knew what would come next.
"And to love again," the voice continued despite the detective's silent begging that it would be silenced, that it wouldn't say the words he knew it would. "I wanted to know what it was like to be loved. And I found what it is to love, again, Hiei. This soul and this mind love you…but I know that the second part will never be fulfilled. You will never love me. But it isn't fair to keep so much pain inside you, when there is only pain outside as well."
Kuwabara looked to his fire demon teammate as Youko's voice continued with his speech of love, past and future. Hiei refused to look back at him, though he knew the hiyoukai felt his gaze.
"Get away from me!" The orange-haired detective looked back to the memory in time to see the fire demon shove Youko away from him and slip on the rocks.
"What would you know?" the little demon memory screamed out, and the real Hiei visibly flinched at the anger in his voice. He couldn't look at the screen, knowing what came next better than even the memory did. "You're just an over-emotional fox crying for a lost boyfriend!"
Syunsuke gave a low whistle at this as the screen suddenly shifted. "Wow…Even I was amazed at how much pain was in that memory. I could have broken him with that memory alo-"
"Shut up!" Yusuke screamed out after glancing at Hiei. Something in his white knuckled grip on his own clenched fists, his pale and shaking body, and the blood dripping from his chin (where the detective assumed he bit through his lip) sent fear lacing through the raven-haired man.
Hiei wasn't easy to frighten and he wasn't easy to scar or to hurt, but this was beyond anything Yusuke had ever seen him endure, and he'd never seen this kind of reaction before.
Not from their strong, emotionless, and steeled demon.
Syunsuke merely gave a smile of fake sympathy, but it was ignored as it proved obviously false. The walls shimmered once more and began forming a new image.
"No more!" Kuwabara screamed out, swiping his arm out. "Stop it!"
But Syunsuke didn't listen as a voice ripped through the room, echoing out its harshness.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
The image of Hiei pinning Kurama down to the uneven rocks of the pond swam into view. Yusuke tried not to watch, but at the same time he couldn't pull his gaze away.
He didn't want to see the pain of his friend who's memories were all but muted, the obvious agony of his other companion that stood beside him, and the smugness of the demon before them.
The demon that was causing all of this.
Yusuke charged his hand full of spirit energy, but the fox's- the real fox, the one whimpering on the floor- suddenly cried out in pain and he dissipated the ki, glaring full throttle at Syunsuke, who merely tilted his head with a disciplinary glance.
"Don't do that again, Detective," he scolded, holding onto Kurama's shoulder tightly as the fox was forced now to sit upright, tears streaming down his empty face in pain and his body shaking from both sobs and shock.
"What are you going to do; kill me?" Youko's voice spoke again as they missed the words in between. Yusuke clenched his fists but turned back to the memory around them. He blinked as it fluttered. The two figures were in slightly different positions, and they cut in through a sentence.
He assumed they'd skipped time.
"-but a worthless youko who steals from one half of the Makai and sleeps with the other!" Hiei's voice screamed out. "And now you're claiming that all of this is because you're 'mourning' the loss of a fucking boy-toy!"
Yusuke flinched at this as Kuwabara glanced to Hiei, who again showed no response. He turned back to see Youko close his eyes in resignation.
"You really are nothing." His voice was soft, full of sorrow and a deep-laced regret.
The ringing of a sword drawn from a sheath seemed louder than any scream those two memories had ever managed. Kuwabara's eyes widened at the image of Hiei holding a sword to Kurama's throat.
"And you think you're any better?"
"Go ahead, Hiei," the softer voice, now nothing more than a whisper, broke through the dead silence of the room. Yusuke tried to ignore the horror of the resignation in that voice but failed miserably.
He wanted to kill Syunsuke. He wanted to destroy the life that had caused all this – that had done everything possible to break their friends and shatter what little emotion these two demons had been able to cling to.
He wanted to rip him limb from limb.
A sudden weight pressing against his side interrupted his thoughts. He glanced down in surprise to see none other than Hiei leaning against him. That small, childish face was buried in his shirt and his eyes widened at the vulnerability in that movement.
A small clink on the ground and the rolling of a tear gem against his foot was all the motivation he needed.
"St-…STOP IT!" he screamed out in pure rage as his body began to charge with reiki. He ignored Syunsuke's warning glare, he ignored the following screams of Kurama as the fox was punished for Yusuke's threat.
He ignored everything as he pulled his hand into a fist and charged straight at Syunsuke.
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Chapter 14
End
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Oookay, a really…awkward place to end. But I promised myself to write thirteen pages and…guess what – it's page thirteen.
Anyways, I hope you guys liked it. It's a bit choppy, but I couldn't seem to fix it. Hope it came out pretty naturally in the end.
Author's notes:
Really, I'm way to lazy to be writing them, so here ya' go – the abridged version
(Yay...Shadi)
The image of Hiei and Kurama within Kurama's panoramic memory: Okay, so basically, Syunsuke has the ability to project memories. Also, with his ability to do this, he can incorporate the owner of said memories into the images. This is why the tentai could see Kurama in his own memory (in normal memories, you'd see through the eyes of the owner, but that would make it really…annoying. Plus, those images make me dizzy and nauseous. And I can't picture this happening as I'm writing because my keyboard doesn't respond well to being thrown up on. 8-
Hiei's response to Memories: If you didn't pick up on it – he's finally realized Kurama may actually love him and, despite the fact that he doesn't know how to feel about it, he realizes that he's always cared for the fox in one way or another. It makes him realize how horrible his actions truly were.
Kurama's broken mind: He isn't fully broken yet – he has retreated and blockaded himself within his own mental subconscious. That is why he is basically unresponsive.
Syunsuke's actions on Kurama: yes, he raped Kurama after returning his memories to him so the fox could know who was raping him and for what reason. There's more to it that I hopefully will remember to include next chapter.
Recap of the last three chapters: I hope that dialogue didn't bore you, I was trying to make it a little different from what you read, but it's not exactly as if I could change it, considering it was supposed to be a memory of the last three chapters.
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And now...
Preview for the next chapter: Hah, first time I think I've ever included one of those, but why not!
"I can't see the damage because he won't let me in…" Hiei whispered, refusing to look down on the pale, ailing face below him. "Syunsuke said that he would never recover if we killed him..."
Yusuke paled significantly as he glanced away. "I…I didn't know…I'm sorry, Hiei." The detective lifted Kurama's upper half off the hard ground, pulling him against his chest. Yusuke held tightly onto him, propping him up.
Hiei shook his head. "I don't know if it's true or not. We…we'll have to wait. Let's get out of here," the fire demon responded quietly. Bending down, he ripped the amulet off of the limp, bleeding body and turned, not once looking back.
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Yay, for the demise of the main baddy!
Well, hope you all will watch out for the next chapter! Please, do review on your way out!