| Disclaimers:
Yu Yu Hakusho is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shonen Jump
Weekly, Fuji TV and Studio Pierrot
Keshiki, Kurai, Fuyu & Minora are mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kurama
opened his aching eyes and almost lost consciousness again.
He was aching all over and he felt so cold.
He struggled to lift his head slowly and gasped in shock at his
naked state. Then the events
of last night came rushing in. The youko muffled his stunned sob with a fist and gingerly
stood up. Blood, his lower
body parts were covered with blood. Inari
his lower parts really hurt. The
redhead shakily went to the bathroom.
Fresh tears flowed down his pale cheeks as he gazed at his bruised
lips. Blood matted his
forehead, merging with the red blood color of his hair.
The youko's heart nearly exploded with pain and anger. His trust had been betrayed.
Now he knew how it felt. He
turned on the hot steam and allowed it to cascade over his bruised body.
What had Hiei done to him? Was
it really Hiei? Maybe he was
just attacked by a shape shifter. Maybe
it was just a nightmare and he inflicted the wounds to himself.
The view on the mirror, contradicted otherwise, on the youko's neck
was an indentation, a wound. The
mark of a fanged creature the fang of a koorime. *************** Hiei
jumped from one makai tree to the other.
The anger of last night long gone, replaced with
heavier, more deathly feelings,
the feelings of shame and guilt.
The koorime finally settled down on a pine tree and wearily closed
his eyes. Gods, what had he
done? Last night, he had
brutally attacked Kurama, his best friend, or was his best friend because
of blind rage. He didn't know
what possessed him, he had taken the unconscious, battered kitsune without
his consent. He raped him.
Gods, that pale face, that delicate and innocent body.
He had soiled it, marred its beauty.
He thought he could appease the loneliness and anguish of Mukuro's
denial of her love for him. No,
it wasn't the youko's fault. None
of it ever was. But in
blinded rage...." Hiei
quickly stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes.
Kurama... that name only brought a deep, painful hole in his chest.
He was afraid to face him after what he'd done.
But he had to. The poor youko was probably bleeding still.
Hiei will not lose him. No,
not ever again. The fire
demon quickly went back to the castle. *************** Kurama
had already dressed himself, trying very hard to steady his shaking limbs
and biting his trembling, bruised lips.
The delicate youko's motions were quick and jerky.
He was afraid to see Hiei again, witness and feel the cruelty of
the fire demon. No never
again. The kitsune walked
briskly. He had to get back
to the ningenkai fast, before... his heart nearly stopped beating when
Hiei suddenly stood in front of him.
The youko stifled a cry of fright.
His emerald eyes already hazy with unshed tears.
"Ku-Kurama...."
Hiei said very softly, bloody tears gathering on those crimson
eyes. Kurama
backed away from the fire demon. "Don't
come near me." He warned
softly. "Kurama...
gomen, gomen." Hiei said
as he came nearer the fox to touch his hand. "NO!
Don't touch me!" Kurama
sobbed, falling on his knees, his slender frame shaking with fright. Hiei
brushed impatiently at his own tears.
Gods what had he done? He
had forgotten. Kurama was
half-human with delicate sensibilities and a fragile human body. He had hurt the fox so deeply. "Ku-Kurama...."
He called again, but the redhead quickly pushed him away to stand,
body taut and ready for battle. "I'm
warning you, stay away from me! Do
you hear?" The youko
shouted, emerald eyes blazing with anger still overflowing with tears. Then the youko fled as fast as he could back to the ningenkai.
The fire demon collapsed on the cold floor.
His anguish cries echoing through the emptiness of the castle. ******************************* ******************************* |