| Disclaimers:
Yu Yu Hakusho is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shonen Jump
Weekly, Fuji TV and Studio Pierrot
Keshiki, Kurai, Fuyu & Minora are mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The
master has sent Fuyu to the makai." "He
is a fool. He knew Fuyu could
never be trusted." "Well,
his team have just taken a human captive." "A
human? Don't tell me they're
taking humans now." "Don't
know, but, let's just see. I
heard she's quite pretty." "She?"
The speaker came out of the darkness.
His face was a mask of complete astonishment. "Shimatta!
If the captive is a girl then..." without further ado the
stranger quickly flitted off to mingle once again with the darkness. *************** Kurama
moaned softly. He felt
someone toying with his hair and basically manhandling him.
The redhead opened emerald eyes in annoyance. The demons surrounding him gasped and four or more of them
whistled. "A
redhead, green-eyed beauty." "What
a rare treat." "Let's
start the game." "Hey,
I go first." The
youko held his knees closer and eyed the dozen youkais assessingly.
He wasn't sure what they were talking about, but deep inside a
sense of panic started a drumming inside his chest.
He was not deaf. These youkais meant to do something vile to him.
The kitsune slowly took out a single rose from his hair.
The youko studied the demons quietly, honing his senses to sudden
movements and any attack from all sides.
He smiled bitterly. He
missed Hiei, missed him terribly despite the odds between them now and
after all what the fire youkai had done to him.
A sudden movement to his left made the redhead leaped and
brandished his precious rose whip, hitting the ground on purpose, letting
the youkais witness the power of the whip.
He had no intention of wrecking havoc and shedding blood.
He just wanted to be left alone and ponder over his discovery of
his feelings for the fire demon. He
was so busy with his thoughts that he failed to register four youkais at
his back rushing to grab him from behind, tossing the whip and
immobilizing him. "Shimatta!"
Kurama cursed softly as he struggled from captivity. "Pretty,
pretty." One youkai
trailed a dirty finger on one soft cheek.
Kurama growled threateningly. "How
would you like to play with us, red?"
The youkai said suggestively beginning to take off his clothes.
Kurama struggled anew, a rising rage inside his chest coursing
through his veins. The four
youkais tightened their hold on the kitsune, bruising the soft, creamy
flesh. Kurama winced, getting
really angry now. He closed
his eyes to summon another whip from his hair when he felt the grasps on
his arms slackening and heard the sounds of falling, heavy bodies.
The kitsune's eyes widened at the sight of dead youkai bodies
sprawling in abandoned and at the young man with short, rakish, spiky
blue-black hair and dark blue eyes. The
sensuous lips smiled coaxingly at the redhead. "I'm
Keshiki at your service my lady."
He bowed. ******************************* ******************************* |