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Standard
disclaimer applies. As you already know, these characters except Tasuki
and Bulma are created by our wonderful Yoshihiro Togashi-sama. Actually,
Tasuki is from Fushigi Yuugi and Bulma is from Dragonball, which in this
fic is both the creators of ‘Occult Worshippers’ fic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Comments ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yaoi? Umm… guess… okay, you win. It is yaoi. Mild Yaoi. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In
a flash, a small creature seemed to be bending over Mukuro and Tasuki was
instantly on his guard. “It must be one of her demons,” Tasuki
whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Bulma
took a look at what Tasuki was talking about and her eyes widened in
surprise. “Oh my god! It’s Hiei!” she said shocked and grabbed
Tasuki’s arm as he prepared to slice the demon into pieces with his
razor fan. “You
know this person?” Tasuki asked Bulma and she nodded. “He’s a
friend,” she said by means of an explanation and waved over at Hiei. “Over
here Hiei! We’re alright, don’t worry!” But to Bulma’s surprise,
what met her eyes was an expression of pure hatred as Hiei turned his face
towards her direction. Pulling out his katana, he lowered Mukuro to the
ground and advanced towards the two friends, eyes blazing with anger. “H-Hiei?
A-are you alright? It’s me Bulma...and—and this is my friend Tasuki...”
But Hiei still glared at the both of them with hate. “You’re
no B-class demons,” he hissed out, “You planned this whole thing
didn’t you?! Now I know why you were fishing for her weaknesses. What
did she ever do to you?!” Hiei charged at them with his sword but Tasuki
was able to block him using the razor tinges of the fan. Bulma cringed
behind him. “Hiei,” she shouted, “What’s wrong with you?! Mukuro
is the enemy!” Hiei’s
qi radiated hotly around him. “Enemy?! I owe her my life, damn it!” he
roared, “And I’m gonna make you pay for what you’ve done!” “Stop
it, Hiei!” a voice shouted, stopping him in his tracks. Kurama
stood at the edge of the grove, a rose whip in hand. Hiei’s eyes
hardened. “Get out of here Kurama, this is none of your business!” he
said gruffly and raised his katana to strike down again. But
Kurama caught him in the nick of time as his whip slashed through Hiei’s
hands, holding his wrists in a tight grip. Kurama ran to cover his two
companions and recoiled his whip, momentarily making Hiei drop his sword. “Listen
to me Hiei, they aren’t enemies. This is another trick of Mukuro’s!”
But Hiei was beyond all reasoning as he rubbed his wrists where the thorns
dug in. Raising his eyes to meet Kurama’s, he glared at him, the pain of
deceit throbbing inside of him. :…
How could Kurama do this to me? …: And how could he protect people he
hardly even knew and hurt his… his… :… What am I? What am I to
Kurama? Nothing??? …: The words rang inside his head. He
was nothing. Just
a forbidden child; just another one of those outcasts that no one could or
would love. Not someone as popular and
as handsome and sweet as Kurama and no one could ever love a nobody
like him. He
knew that now. Hiei gritted his teeth hard, his hands balling up into
fists. Kurama’s expression softened. “I’m sorry I did that, Hiei.
But I had to get through to you somehow. You were almost going to kill
them. Here, let me suck the thorns out.” He reached a hand towards
Hiei’s wrists and Hiei immediately swatted his hand away. “I don’t
need you or any of your help!” he spat out, “I’d rather rot in
hell!” Hiei knew what he said was already overboard but he couldn’t
help himself. He had to make Kurama feel the hurt that he was feeling
right now. Grabbing his sword from the ground he turned away and carried
Mukuro off with him, leaving Kurama shouting after him in vain. Turning
his face away, Hiei thought, :… Never again. I’m never going to let
myself be deceived that way again! …: Kurama
watched as Hiei’s figure became a mere shadow in the distance. His hands
were shaking and his heart felt like it was being bashed into a million
pieces. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Bulma looking
at him, a worried expression on her face. “Kurama-kun,
are you alright?” Kurama took a deep breath and gave her a shaky smile.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I see your friend isn’t though. He seems to be
losing a lot of blood.” Bulma nodded. “Do you think there is any
hospital or medical center around here somewhere? We’ve got to get him a
doctor… fast!” Kurama shook his head. “They all work for Mukuro and
I don’t think it’s a good idea to seek out their help at all.” Bulma
frowned. “So what are we going to do? If we don’t get him to a doctor
soon he’s going to die!” Kurama bit his lip. “Well, there is one
solution.” “What
is it?” Bulma asked frantically. Kurama draped one of Tasuki’s arms
around his shoulder. “If it’s okay with you to cross a few rocky
places we’ll reach Yomi’s territory and maybe there we could ask for
help.” Bulma nodded. “By this time anything’s fine with me!” They
walked on, supporting Tasuki while they hiked up steep spots. After a strenuous three-hour walk to the borders of Yomi’s
kingdom Kurama gasped out to take a breath. “Man...
Bulma, your friend is very heavy. Did anyone ever tell him to go on a
diet?!” Bulma laughed. “That’s what you call muscle, you loon! That’s
why he’s totally heavy.” Wiping a hand past his brow, Kurama looked
around. “Well, this is Yomi’s kingdom alright. If I remember well
I—“ Before Kurama could finish his sentence somebody grabbed him from
behind and shoved a drugged cloth in front of his face. Kurama struggled
but to no avail as he saw darkness surround him and he fell into
unconsciousness. The last thing he heard was a scream...then silence. When
Kurama finally woke up he found himself in a dark and dingy cell. A cell
guard suddenly opened the door and pulled him to his feet. “The
master wants to talk to you,” he said in a gruff tone and dragged Kurama
to the throne room. Bulma
and Tasuki were already huddled in one corner as Kurama entered the court
and he ran to them to see if they were okay. Bulma nodded and she was
about to ask him if he was hurt when a loud booming voice interrupted her.
“Ah,
so we meet again eh, Kurama?” Kurama stiffened, his voice a bit
strained, “Yes, I believe so Yomi. We came here to ask for your help.”
There was a long pause before Yomi burst out laughing. “Me? Help you?
Let’s evaluate shall we? Once when we were young you had me killed, but
I overcame that of course. And I made you general of my troops and you
went against me. Twice you have deceived me. And I am supposed to help
you?!” Kurama clenched his fists. “It’s
to your best interests Yomi. Mukuro is looking for these fugitives, who
happen to be my friends.” Yomi smiled, no… it’s more like a grin! “Having
Mukuro’s enemies isn’t my best interest Kurama,” he chuckled
lightly, “But I will help them if you agree to one condition.” Kurama
looked at him warily. “What’s the condition?” “You
have to be my slave for a day. Anything I say goes. Do you agree?”
Kurama tried to control himself from strangling Yomi but he knew he’d
probably get into even worse trouble if he even tried. “What if I say
no?” he told him stiffly. Yomi shrugged. “Then you can either go back
to Mukuro and have her roast you three over an open fire or I can keep you
in my dungeon till you rot there. Or you can be my slave of course; it
actually sounds like the better of the three. So what will it be?” “Do
I have a choice?” Kurama spat back. Yomi smiled. “Good then. Now
can you please get me that glass of ale by the counter, servant? And while
you’re at it, wash my feet please?” Kurama
bit his lips and chewed on it while he walked over to the bar counter.
Bulma eyed the redhead while still had a drained Tasuki in her arms.
Feeling sorry for him. If Tasuki hadn’t been that big of an asshole,
Kurama wouldn’t have to suffer this. Kurama
walked over to Yomi with a tall glass, filled with light purple colored
liquid. Yomi took it and raised his feet. He then placed the glass down to
the table next to his throne. Kurama sighed and began to bent down a bit
when Yomi grabbed him and place him on his lap. “Forget
that,” he whispered softly in Kurama’s ears. Bulma
widened her eyes as she saw the horned man kissed her friend…
Hiei
carried Mukuro back to the palace and lay her down in one of the large
canopy beds. Opening one eye she smiled at Hiei. But Hiei was in no mood
to smile and gruffly grabbed some bandages from inside the closet and set
to bandaging her arm which she claimed was “broken.” “What’s
getting you down? I’m the one with the broken limbs here!” she asked
and ran a hand through Hiei’s soft hair. Hiei jumped away, startled.
Kurama used to do that to his hair! Gritting his teeth he forced himself
not to think about the red-headed fox who broke his heart. He’d never
think about Kurama again. From now on, he never even existed to him! This
was to Mukuro’s liking, after all, she was there to comfort him and
supposedly “mend” his heart. “Thank
you for saving me,” she whispered in his ear softly, “If you didn’t
come at the time you did I would have been dead by now.” Hiei grunted a
reply back and continued bandaging. Mukuro could see though that Hiei did
not regret the fact and decided to push further. “I saw how Kurama
pushed you away, Hiei. How he chose those two over you.” Mukuro
felt the bandage around her arm tighten as Hiei tried to suppress his
feelings from her and from himself. “I don’t care,” he bit out,
“That fox means nothing to me!” Mukuro gave him a seductive smile,
“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that!” Before Hiei
could react, she pushed him down to the bed with her other free hand and
moved on top of him. Pinning him, down she ran her tongue down the side of
his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin between his neck and his
shoulder blade. Hiei tried to struggle away but Mukuro had him firmly
pinned down on to the bd. “Shhh, don’t fight it,” she whispered into
his ear before nibbling it, “Just let yourself go.” Hiei noticed that
for a girl with a broken arm, Mukuro sure was strong! It
dawned on him then that perhaps Mukuro was just faking it all and asked
her, anger building up in his voice, “So how’s the arm? It’s not
really broken… is it?!” Mukuro
smiled. “Of course not, or else I wouldn’t have been able to seduce
you, would I? I’ve wanted you for the longest time, Hiei but things just
kept getting in the way.” :… especially that damned fox …: she
continued mentally as she pressed her lips down on his and slid her tongue
across his lips, gently teasing him to open up to her. Hiei
felt white hot anger flare through him and he pushed Mukuro away with all
his might. Standing up he glared at her, “You lied to me! And
all this time I thought Kurama was lying and I wouldn’t listen to him
because of you! You planned this all out didn’t you? If I wasn’t there
I bet you would have finished off those two without a second thought. But
you used them, just like you used me! And I hurt the only thing that’s
ever meant anything to me because of you!!” Mukuro rolled her eyes. “Come
back to bed Hiei. Kurama hurt you remember? It’s time to put aside your
past and forget about him. I can make you forget, if you let me.” Hiei
turned away. “Goodbye Mukuro,” he told her icily and jumped out the
window to look for Kurama, Mukuro’s voice echoing behind him, calling
his name. He remembered how Kurama called him back also and how he
didn’t listen. The pain of the memory cut through him like a knife. Kurama’s
face clouded his mind, the pain hidden beneath the depths of those
beautiful green eyes. Green like emeralds filled with unshed tears. Hiei
felt like slashing himself as he remembered the words that he had uttered
and how he had hurt Kurama badly. :… I’m going to find him and do
anything in my power to get him back! …: Hiei was still unused to the
weakness he was feeling but somehow, deep in his heart, he knew that if
Kurama never forgave him, his world would shatter into a million pieces. “Kurama,
I have one more thing to ask of you.” Kurama looked up wearily from
where he was bowing. Yomi had kept him running errands the whole day. Not
just any ordinary errands but things that would make him make a fool out
of himself and he noticed that Yomi was getting some slight kick to see
him humiliated. “What
is it you want now, master?” Kurama asked wearily. “Stand in front of
me,” Yomi commanded to which Kurama obeyed, oblivious to what Yomi was
planning to do. “Wear this blindfold over you eyes.” he told him,
handing him a small piece of cloth. “Why? Kurama asked suspiciously.
“So that for once in your life you’ll know how I feel.” When
Kurama hesitated Yomi commanded harshly, “Just do it.” Kurama tied the
black cloth around his eyes and waited for further orders. Surely,
this couldn’t be worse than the time Yomi had him scrub the canals with
a toothbrush. Kurama then realized that scrubbing the canals was much
better than what Yomi had in store for him. He felt Yomi’s hands caress
the sides of his neck, moving down to the top of his shirt. Slowly he began unbuttoning the shirt, trailing his fingers
down Kurama’s smooth chest, resting on his abdomen. Kurama gave a slight
gasp and pleaded out, “Please Yomi, stop it.” “Silence,”
he commanded him and slowly traced his hands down into Kurama’s pants,
cupping the erection that was throbbing from within. He slid his fingers
back and forth Kurama’s throbbing manhood with slow, erotic movements.
Kurama clenched his fists at his sides, trying to control his reactions.
Um… erections. There
was only one person who he’d allow to touch him like that. The
only one person he would give himself wholeheartedly to. And now he’s
gone. Thinking that he’d betrayed him. Inari… what had made Hiei think
of that? Kurama
heard a slight thud as Yomi’s hands stopped their teasing. “Hiei…
forgive me,” he uttered softly as he felt the hands finger the edge of
his pants. Slowly, he felt them pulling what was left of his clothing down
to the floor and they started their slow exploration of his body again,
tracing circles around his abdomen, tweaking his nipples and running his
tongue around to suckle them. God,
how he was glad that Bulma and Tasuki were down in the regenerating
chambers. And not witnessing this inopportune scene. And thinking that if
there were, how could he even go to school without being haunted by
nightmares? Kurama
was having a hard time controlling himself, eliciting short, tiny gasps
every now and then, Finally, when he was sure he couldn’t take anymore
of the torture, he felt the hands brace themselves against his chest and a
warm tongue flick at the tiny, inviting pearlescent drop that was
positioned at the top of his arousal. “Please stop it, Yomi…
please,” Kurama whispered, stifling a groan. Instead, he felt a warm
mouth engulf his erection and suckle at his penis until he was sure he
could stand it no more. A
small moan escaped Kurama’s lips as he felt the surges of ecstasy race
through his body, building up to one earth-shattering orgasm. Shaking,
Kurama grew limp as his torturer drank in the last drop of his seed and
almost crumpled to the ground if strong arms did not catch him. As the
blindfold was lifted, Kurama refused to open his eyes, a small tear
escaping from his eyelids and down to his cheeks. He was surprised to feel
a soft tongue lick away the tears. Slowly he opened his eyes and found
himself looking straight into two beautiful ruby-red eyes that could only
belong to Hiei. “H-Hiei?
What are you doing here?” Hiei smiled, “Looking for you. And
when I saw this pervert molesting my fox I thought that I better do
something about it.” Looking down, Kurama noticed that Yomi lay
ungracefully on the carpet, unconscious. Looking back at Hiei he asked,
“But I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me?” Pain flashed
through Hiei’s face and Kurama was immediately sorry he even mentioned
it. He tried apologizing to Hiei but Hiei wouldn’t let him get a word in
edgewise. “No, it’s me who should apologize,” gruffly he said,
“I’m sorry.” Kurama put a hand on Hiei’s soft hair and stroked it
gently as Hiei’s head was bowed down to receive his fox’s punishment.
Kurama knew how hard it was for his friend to admit he was wrong, what
more to apologize and even simple as it was said, Kurama couldn’t help
feeling like he received a really valuable gift---the knowledge that Hiei
after all, cared even just a little bit for him. Raising his chin up,
Kurama brushed his lips softly on Hiei’s and pulled back a bit just to
see his reaction. Hiei
had his eyes closed and blinked his eyes open as he realized that was all
he was going to get. “Is that all I get for knocking him out?” Hiei
asked, pointing at Yomi. Kurama laughed. “Hiei no baka. I just thought
you might not be ready for anything else after all that happened.” “Hn.
Stupid fox,” Hiei said gruffly as he moved towards Kurama, his mouth
inches away. “Kurama-kun!” Bulma called out while entering the room.
Kurama and Hiei hurriedly pulled away from each other and turned to look
at Bulma. “O-oops”
she exclaimed guiltily. A blush slowly spread across Kurama’s face and
Hiei regarded her coolly. “Kurama, you and--- oh, sorry. I—wait a
minute, isn’t he--?!” she said nervously, her hand immediately
reaching for a weapon. “It’s okay, Bulma-san, we’ve made up,”
Kurama explained, guessing her motives. Bulma’s hand dropped to her side
but she still eyed Hiei suspiciously. After on brief, tense moment she
finally let down her guard and smiled at them both. “I guess you both
wanted to be alone then?” she asked, giving Kurama a knowing look. Kurama
shrugged. “Why were you calling me?” “I
just wanted to tell you that we could leave this place. Tasuki says he can
get up, being the stupid baka that he is. And I didn’t want to see you
suffer.. umm...?” Bulma replied, looking down at what—or who—lay on
the carpet. “Hiei’s doings,” Kurama explained. “Let’s get out of
here then!” he continued, as he got dressed. With his back to Bulma and
Hiei standing behind him. “We
have one other problem though,” Bulma told Kurama as the four of them
left Yomi’s palace. Kurama raised an eyebrow. “Nani?” “We need an
emperor for the play. Tasuki is... er, unavailable at the moment.” Said
Bulma, gesturing at Tasuki who has broken legs and arms. “But
we don’t know any other person who would fit the role perfectly, and in
such a short time too!” Tasuki said sadly. “Oh yes we do!” Kurama
said, a smile spreading across his face. “Who?” Tasuki asked. All eyes
immediately turned to Hiei. “
Me?!!” Empress
Bulma turned, her costume swayed along with her movement. She sat next to her Emperor. “As the country is now back to
it’s normal peacefulness, you are to be rewarded,” she chanted. Her
posh face was full of looks and expressions. Emperor
Hiei nodded once. His son, prince Shuuichi was to be rewarded. “As a
reward… I should let my throne be passed on to you, Prince Shuuichi. The
rightful heir to it. May god bless you with it and I hope you rule this
country wisely and impartially,” announced Emperor Hiei. He
stood up and gestured the kneeling Prince Shuuichi to do so as well.
Prince Shuuichi carefully straightened up on his two feet and bowed at
Emperor Hiei. The
emperor handed the prince a carefully crafted katana as a sign that his
prince would now officially be the new ruler of the country. The new emperor. Emperor Shuuichi. “With
this you are to be the new Emperor of this country, do you accept?”
asked the Emperor. Prince Shuuichi nodded and now he is to be called
Emperor Shuuichi. “Yes I do,” he answered in his sweet alto voice. Empress
Bulma got up and walked to the Emperor. “We should reward Princess Yuri
also, your highness,” Emperor Hiei nodded and called the Princess up.
“You are to be the new Queen of this country, do you accept that?”
asked the emperor. Princess Yuri was a bit too over excited about this and
quickly nodded. The emperor bit his lips and rolled his eyes. How
typical…. “Yes,” she said enthusiastically. She’s getting worse in
controlling her emotions and keeping it in check. Hiei had even thinking
of frying her off and find another replacement when he realized that they
would all be the same. The
empress gave Princess Yuri a kiss on the forehead and fastened an ancient
necklace that have been worn by every queen of this country.
Claps
were heard as the curtains fell back into places. Everyone stood up.
Including Tasuki which was wearing a cast and was hanging to his clutches,
enthusiastically clapping. All the casts ran up the stage in a straight
line. The
curtains were pulled back and all the cast bowed. “Congratulations
Minamino!”, “You were great Shuuichi!” , “The prince was sooo
gorgeous!!” Kurama tried escaping all the girls… and guys… who
seemed to be throwing flowers and praises to him on stage. The play turned
out to be a success and Hiei did a wonderful job of being the emperor. This
proved, size doesn’t matter… He
tried looking for him after the show but the little fire demon was nowhere
to be seen. Kurama hoped that he wasn’t mad about Yuri, his leading lady
again. He smiled at the memory. He didn’t know Hiei had a tendency to be
very jealous! Somehow it made Kurama feel special. Reaching
the quiet of his dressing room, Kurama wondered whether Hiei was really
mad at him. It hurt him a bit too that Hiei couldn’t trust him. He was
about to leave the room when he caught sight of a bouquet of roses on the
dressing table. :… Probably from one of my fans again …: he thought,
sighing and picked it up to read the card.
Kurama
smiled, grabbing the flowers as he hurried back to his house where he knew
Hiei would be waiting, ready for him. He remembered how the audience
thought Yuri was his girlfriend because they acted so well together. He
couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he thought about how the audience
would react if they found out that it wasn’t really the princess the
prince liked, but the emperor! :…
Onaji… Ai shiteru , my koorime … : Kurama thought as he headed towards
his house, :… I’m coming …:
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