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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › YYH
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
855
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Healing
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Chapter 9:
Healing
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A tremendous explosion echoed through the air, sending blocks of stone and splinters of wood soaring past their heads. The castle was falling apart behind them. They knew that the small, clad in black warrior that had come to their rescue was still inside somewhere, but they didn’t stop running. They were all tired, physically and emotionally, but they were told not to stop for anything.
When they were far enough away Hatanaka stole a glance at his battered stepson. He was in horrible shape; it surprised him that the redhead was even alive. Kurama had once again lost consciousness, leaving the three humans to make their way around the Makai forest alone, not the safest idea.
“Stop.” A voice called out from in front of them. Somehow, much to their amazement, the dark warrior had gotten in front of them. “At least you went in the right direction. Follow me.” Hiei ordered in a much softer than usual tone. The humans followed him without any complaints. He had saved them from that ghastly prison, they could trust him, they supposed.
He looked much like a small boy to them, younger then Shuichi-kun, but it was obvious that this boy was a demon; his burning red eyes told a tale much older than them all. His dark stature told them that he was secretive and powerful, and his voice seemed colder than the center of an iceberg.
After traveling for what seemed like hours, Hiei finally stopped at a clearing in the woods, the surrounding area concealing a temple. Hiei knew it well. He motioned for them to follow and quickly made his way up to the door, knocking lightly on the pane. When the door was opened, he was immediately greeted with a smile.
“Hello, Oniisan!” Yukina’s cheery voice put them all at ease, but the moment her eyes landed on her dear friend, Kurama, they widened and her heart sank. “Oh, no...”
“He needs your help, Yukina, he’ll die...” Hiei mumbled, glaring at the wooden floor. Yukina ushered them all inside and brought them to one of the spare bedrooms where they could lay Kurama.
“He’s in terrible shape, but I’ll do what I can.” Yukina placed her small hand on Kurama’s forehead and sighed. “He’s cold... Please wait outside, I will come and get you when I am finished.”
Hiei nodded once, giving the humans a slight glare, ordering them out of the room. They obliged quickly enough. Hiei followed suit, but before he left the room, he stole one last glance at his sleeping fox. The sight of him covered in his own blood, beaten and broken and on the verge of death left Hiei with a sickening feeling, as if being repeatedly stabbed in the chest with a broad sword. When he could bare no more, he tore his eyes away and shut the door softly behind him.
Making his way back out to the center room, he found Kurama’s family sitting on the couch. Shiori was crying and Hatanaka was trying desperately to sooth her. Their eyes met and Hiei scowled at them all.
“Sit there, and shut up.” Hiei demand angrily and made his way over to the window, perching himself on it’s ledge. Damn humans, they were always so emotional, and with Shiori’s crying, he could hardly think. Why was Kurama there? What had he done to deserve such torture? Who had done this to him? Kurama was now a gentle soul, who could never harm another being without a suitable reason. Was it revenge? Or just someone’s hatred for the beautiful fox that had led them to such a cruel action. Surely, when Hiei found his answers, the bastard would pay with his life.
Shiori and her family had no idea where they were; they just wanted to go home. They knew they were in a safe place at the moment, but no relief came to them, knowing that their beloved family member was knocking on death’s door.
Shiori was distraught. She had no idea her son had such enemies, or that his enemies could be so cruel. She was still new to the ways of demon world, and had only her first taste of it, but she had seen enough to know that most demons couldn’t be trusted. It was far from what she expected. She had hoped for many years, Kurama now at the ripe age of twenty-one, that her son would marry and have children, on top of a successful career by now. Now she somewhat understood why that was not meant to be.
The oppressive silence began to wear on Hatanaka’s patience, and he stood to pace across the well-aged, wooden floor. “I wish I knew what the hell is going on around here,” he mumbled softly. “And why that nut case is after Shuichi.”
“You need not worry. That ‘nut case’ will be dealt with shortly, I will see to that personally. As for... Shuichi, he will be up and about by morning. Until then, we stay here and wait out his recovery. For the time--.”
“Hiei-san?” Hiei stopped and directed his gaze to his sister standing in the archway of the living room. She looked exhausted and weak, and Hiei hoped that it was a sign that she was able to heal most of the kitsune’s wounds. “Hiei-san, I was able to heal him, but he won’t wake up for me. He is still weak from starvation and thirst, but he should be okay for the night.
“Shuichi is okay? Let me see him!” Shiori bolted to her feet and tried to make a run for the door, but a hand on her arm jerked her back before she made it past Yukina.
“You will abide by my rules. I say when you see him, and now is not the time.” Hiei sat Shiori back on the couch next to her stepson and advanced towards the bedroom without another word.
“I don’t know who that young man thinks he is--.” Hatanaka sarted.
“You must understand. My brother; he means well. Kurama...Or Shuichi, as you call him, will most likely be in a state of shock when he wakes, it’s a common impact of such torment. Being human, I do not expect you to comprehend what he’s going through, since none of you have ever been tortured. My brother knows well from experience what Kurama’s reaction is going to be when he wakes.” Yukina sat next to Shiori on the couch and sighed. “It’s best that Hiei handles this part of recovery...”
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Kaat:(wakes up on the floor) Who am I?
Kurama: Honestly, Kitty-chan.(rolls eyes) You and Hiei have to learn to get along with each
other, this is ridiculous.
Hiei: Honestly, Kurama. You need to open your eyes and realize she’s trying to get herself
killed, and I’m okay with that.
Kaat: Jackass.
Hiei: Bitch.
Kaat: Dick.
Hiei: Cunt.
Kurama: Well, I guess it’s up to me to write this next chapter. Seeing as how those two can’t
stop fighting long enough to come up for air. Kind of sappy, a little sweet, a special
dose of drama slash romance to add some spice. I hope you enjoy.
Kaat: Why does my head hurt?
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Chapter 9:
Healing
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A tremendous explosion echoed through the air, sending blocks of stone and splinters of wood soaring past their heads. The castle was falling apart behind them. They knew that the small, clad in black warrior that had come to their rescue was still inside somewhere, but they didn’t stop running. They were all tired, physically and emotionally, but they were told not to stop for anything.
When they were far enough away Hatanaka stole a glance at his battered stepson. He was in horrible shape; it surprised him that the redhead was even alive. Kurama had once again lost consciousness, leaving the three humans to make their way around the Makai forest alone, not the safest idea.
“Stop.” A voice called out from in front of them. Somehow, much to their amazement, the dark warrior had gotten in front of them. “At least you went in the right direction. Follow me.” Hiei ordered in a much softer than usual tone. The humans followed him without any complaints. He had saved them from that ghastly prison, they could trust him, they supposed.
He looked much like a small boy to them, younger then Shuichi-kun, but it was obvious that this boy was a demon; his burning red eyes told a tale much older than them all. His dark stature told them that he was secretive and powerful, and his voice seemed colder than the center of an iceberg.
After traveling for what seemed like hours, Hiei finally stopped at a clearing in the woods, the surrounding area concealing a temple. Hiei knew it well. He motioned for them to follow and quickly made his way up to the door, knocking lightly on the pane. When the door was opened, he was immediately greeted with a smile.
“Hello, Oniisan!” Yukina’s cheery voice put them all at ease, but the moment her eyes landed on her dear friend, Kurama, they widened and her heart sank. “Oh, no...”
“He needs your help, Yukina, he’ll die...” Hiei mumbled, glaring at the wooden floor. Yukina ushered them all inside and brought them to one of the spare bedrooms where they could lay Kurama.
“He’s in terrible shape, but I’ll do what I can.” Yukina placed her small hand on Kurama’s forehead and sighed. “He’s cold... Please wait outside, I will come and get you when I am finished.”
Hiei nodded once, giving the humans a slight glare, ordering them out of the room. They obliged quickly enough. Hiei followed suit, but before he left the room, he stole one last glance at his sleeping fox. The sight of him covered in his own blood, beaten and broken and on the verge of death left Hiei with a sickening feeling, as if being repeatedly stabbed in the chest with a broad sword. When he could bare no more, he tore his eyes away and shut the door softly behind him.
Making his way back out to the center room, he found Kurama’s family sitting on the couch. Shiori was crying and Hatanaka was trying desperately to sooth her. Their eyes met and Hiei scowled at them all.
“Sit there, and shut up.” Hiei demand angrily and made his way over to the window, perching himself on it’s ledge. Damn humans, they were always so emotional, and with Shiori’s crying, he could hardly think. Why was Kurama there? What had he done to deserve such torture? Who had done this to him? Kurama was now a gentle soul, who could never harm another being without a suitable reason. Was it revenge? Or just someone’s hatred for the beautiful fox that had led them to such a cruel action. Surely, when Hiei found his answers, the bastard would pay with his life.
Shiori and her family had no idea where they were; they just wanted to go home. They knew they were in a safe place at the moment, but no relief came to them, knowing that their beloved family member was knocking on death’s door.
Shiori was distraught. She had no idea her son had such enemies, or that his enemies could be so cruel. She was still new to the ways of demon world, and had only her first taste of it, but she had seen enough to know that most demons couldn’t be trusted. It was far from what she expected. She had hoped for many years, Kurama now at the ripe age of twenty-one, that her son would marry and have children, on top of a successful career by now. Now she somewhat understood why that was not meant to be.
The oppressive silence began to wear on Hatanaka’s patience, and he stood to pace across the well-aged, wooden floor. “I wish I knew what the hell is going on around here,” he mumbled softly. “And why that nut case is after Shuichi.”
“You need not worry. That ‘nut case’ will be dealt with shortly, I will see to that personally. As for... Shuichi, he will be up and about by morning. Until then, we stay here and wait out his recovery. For the time--.”
“Hiei-san?” Hiei stopped and directed his gaze to his sister standing in the archway of the living room. She looked exhausted and weak, and Hiei hoped that it was a sign that she was able to heal most of the kitsune’s wounds. “Hiei-san, I was able to heal him, but he won’t wake up for me. He is still weak from starvation and thirst, but he should be okay for the night.
“Shuichi is okay? Let me see him!” Shiori bolted to her feet and tried to make a run for the door, but a hand on her arm jerked her back before she made it past Yukina.
“You will abide by my rules. I say when you see him, and now is not the time.” Hiei sat Shiori back on the couch next to her stepson and advanced towards the bedroom without another word.
“I don’t know who that young man thinks he is--.” Hatanaka sarted.
“You must understand. My brother; he means well. Kurama...Or Shuichi, as you call him, will most likely be in a state of shock when he wakes, it’s a common impact of such torment. Being human, I do not expect you to comprehend what he’s going through, since none of you have ever been tortured. My brother knows well from experience what Kurama’s reaction is going to be when he wakes.” Yukina sat next to Shiori on the couch and sighed. “It’s best that Hiei handles this part of recovery...”
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Kaat:(wakes up on the floor) Who am I?
Kurama: Honestly, Kitty-chan.(rolls eyes) You and Hiei have to learn to get along with each
other, this is ridiculous.
Hiei: Honestly, Kurama. You need to open your eyes and realize she’s trying to get herself
killed, and I’m okay with that.
Kaat: Jackass.
Hiei: Bitch.
Kaat: Dick.
Hiei: Cunt.
Kurama: Well, I guess it’s up to me to write this next chapter. Seeing as how those two can’t
stop fighting long enough to come up for air. Kind of sappy, a little sweet, a special
dose of drama slash romance to add some spice. I hope you enjoy.
Kaat: Why does my head hurt?
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