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Yomatsu Hara-Sakai Continuation:
Part 7
by Korogi
Okay ... without counting brotherly love, there's
no yaoi in this piece .. WOAH! That's
a first! There is however angst ... in my opinion!! cursing
and violence ... along with blood which isn't a regular
in my fics.
Yusuke looked Yomi straight
in the face ... watched closely as all 6 ears twitched ... and the eyelids
seemed to flutter. "Name you're price and we'll see." he spoke boldly,
eyeing the tall man down.
Yomi smiled and moved forward, hands
still deep within his pockets. "My price is simple ..." the unseeing
eyes seemed to pick out the two youko's ... "for one night, promising no
harm as long as no harm comes to me ... I want... the Youko Yo-mawari."
"WHAT!!!!!!!" the group yelled collectively.
Youko Yo-mawari paled immediately
his golden eyes flailing wide open. For a minute, he didn't quite
understand the request, rolling the wizards words around in his head a
bit. He glanced to his twin, standing shocked beside him... Hiei
visible just beyond in a death glare .. and it suddenly hit him. He stood
speechless, arms crossed over his chest as the silver hair bled out to
the dark black that it usually stood in.
Kurama followed suit, changing back
into the form of Shuuichi Minamino, grabbing his brother roughly by the
shoulders. The green eyes stared at the black expanse momentarily
... and Kurama let the shoulders go, pushing forward past his dark twin
to confront Yomi. "You sick BASTARD!" he bellowed.
Yomi smiled simply, the smile curving
under the slight implications of a hidden motive to his evil.
Kurama seethed, the green eyes flashing
brilliant gold, then back to green like an out of control strobe light.
He turned quickly from the tall man to Yo-mawari ... then to Hiei.
Hiei looked quickly from his green
gaze to stare at the ground, watching the pavement intently ....
Kurama flailed, retreating back
to stand by his brother's side. He nervously glanced to Yusuke and
Koenma, then back to his brother, pacing in place. Ignoring the heavily
bleeding wound on his arm he reached out and took Yo-mawari by the shoulders
again, turning to stare into the bottomless black eyes.
Yomi smiled widely hearing the scuffle.
"Do we have deal, Yo-mawari-san?"
Kurama blocked the black gaze, his
own eyes pleading. "He's just doing this to get back at me ... "
Yo-mawari met with the green eyes for but a moment, locking onto the eyes
... then slowly, Yo-mawari lowered his head from his brother's gaze ...
and Kurama froze solid, tears threatening to well into his eyes. "NO!!"
he yelled, throwing himself into Yo-mawari's arms. "You
can't!!"
The two brothers embraced, Kurama's
body beginning to convulse as he sobbed, digging his fingers into the black
silk covering his brothers back.
Yo-mawari wrapped his arms tightly
around his brother, laying his head over on Kurama's soft red hair, closing
his black eyes to the world. He brought a hand up and ran it once
down the red hair, more to clear it from his nose and eyes than anything
else. The red hair seemed unusually soft unlike his own which flowed
rather coarsely, and he raised a hand again and stroked the red blaze ...
and he opened the black gaze and sought out Yomi quickly.
The tall wizard stood motionless
... emotionless, listening to Kurama's choked sobs roll through the destroyed
area ... he stood as he had before, a sense of vanity and regality to him
as his face pointed down slightly. Yo-mawari's gaze left the blind
man and saw Dai-Warugi just beyond, watching and waiting patiently, a malicious
smile crossing his face. ... and then he
caught a glance at Hiei.
The little yokai seemed smaller
and frailer that before, eyes shut tight looking straight to the ground.
He fiddled with one of the shurikens on his shoulder, spinning it around
as it perched silently...
Yo-mawari took a deep breath and
opened his mouth, tightening his grip on Kurama. "You have a deal,
Yomi-san."
Kurama instantly collapsed, barely
being caught by Yo-mawari's arms, quickly helped to a sobbing heap on the
pavement by Yusuke and Koenma. The entire group gathered except for
Yukina and Kuwabara, huddling around the two youko's.
Hiei, however didn't join the huddle.
Instead he watched from the shadows, still staring blankly at the ground.
He wasn't quite sure what he was thinking as the Jagan glowed adorning
his brow in an angelic halo of purple ... until the red eyes raised, burning
through the air to Yomi. The wizard was facing blankly toward him,
flinching slightly as the heated red eyes fell on his figure.
Yomi turned from the group quickly,
shoving his hands deeper in his pockets. Dai-Warugi averted attention
to the new-comer as the smaller figure bowed slightly.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding!
A blind old mahotsukai!" the beast laughed. It stomped a great, hoofed
foot and stepped forward a good 10 meters, raising the broad sword and
placing it gently over his shoulder.
Yomi continued to smile at his accomplishment,
beginning to pick his way through the rubble. "I may look blind,
Malice ... but do not think that I am that the more weaker."
Dai-Warugi laughed as the man approached
him slowly, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The great beast felt
no fear from the man ... felt no intentions to harm him. Something
strange indeed ... perhaps the fool though he could beat him by NOT fighting
him ... the thought made the beast laugh silently to himself.
Yomi took a hand slowly from
his pocket and felt his way forward, as if searching out the kitchen light
in the middle of the night. Dai-Warugi watched as the fingers felt
through the air, moving rhythmically as the came closer ... and made
gentle contact with his orange flesh.
Yomi paused and smiled, laying a
hand firmly on the great beast... and a strange feeling suddenly succumbed
the orange body. Dai-Warugi gasped and faltered back a step
as the feeling swept through his body, robbing his mind instantly of the
power that he had drained from the battle.
"WHAT IN THE HELL!!" Dai-Warugi
stomped backwards, watching as Yomi turned silently from him and began
walking back towards the group. He raised a hand and rubbed his head
roughly ... then swung the sword. clumsily, it fell through the air,
deprived of the power that was supposed to be behind it.
The group all watched as Yomi stumbled
carefully over the remnants of a car, turning to stand aside Yo-mawari
... a small smile crossing the sightless face. "You may try
your attacks now."
Yusuke blinked back and forth between
the man and the beast. "No way ... that was too easy! You've
got something planed here, Yomi, I just know it!!" Yusuke rose to
his feet from Kurama's side ... pulling his hand before him quickly.
Dai-Warugi charged ...
"REI-GUN!!!"
On instinct, Yo-mawari jumped to
his feet and drew his sword, leaving the side of Kurama with an almost
deadly glow to the black eyes. The eyes fell over Yomi first ...
then onto the orange beast ...
Yusuke's ki-blast pummeled the beast
widely in the chest ... sending him flailing backwards, crashing to the
pavement below. The force of the impact shook the are like
full-forward earthquake, crumbling the remnants of the destroyed buildings
towering around Tsukiji. Yusuke blinked quickly and marveled at his
own strength ... glancing disbelieving down at his hands.
Yo-mawari shot forward past him,
katana blazing ... the living shuriken following him like a flock of flesh-eating
humming birds...
Yusuke bound forward, braking
his bind from it's momentary lapse, quickly catching up to flank the man.
Dai-Warugi recovered quickly, regaining
his footing from the fall and bringing the broad sword around to block
the katana ... a harsh clang of steel echoed through, almost drowning out
Yusuke's cry as he called his ki pack into motion ...
Another expertly aimed blast
struck him in the chest, knocking the beast quickly from Yo-mawari's blade
... only to be met with the five living shuriken. The great beast yelled,
fending off the first three ... but the last two shuriken broke through
his defense, slicing cleanly through the air and the beast's sword arm
in the process.
Yo-mawari and Yusuke both leapt
back as the thick, red blood began to flow, coating the ground around
the lord of Yomatsu as the shurikens rounded for another pass.
Koenma turned from the scene
quickly, hearing muffled cries of anguish from the large beast. He
felt his stomach begin to churn ... and somewhere before him, one of the
girls screamed in horror ...
He forced his ears to stop receiving
any noise as he chewed intently on the blue stone pacifier, trying to concentrate
on something else.
Yo-mawari seethed ... standing
over the wriling remains of Dai-Warugi, the once great and powerful beast
now reduced to a torso and a couple of legs. He stood amidst the
blood-soaked roadway, breathing heavily, drawing the blood-stained katana
through the river at his feet. The bloody mess groaned painfully,
trying to pull itself from under the yokai's deep glare, slinking slowly
from the scene.
Yo-mawari followed behind slowly
.. he raised the sword. "This is for 200 years of shear hell ...
LORD Warugi " he sneered. He pooled his strength as he raised the
katana over his head menacingly ... and let the blade fly ... imbedding
fully in the great beast's chest. The bloody mess howled loudly,
the last remaining pieces of his existence passing quickly as the muscles
of his heart were ripped cleanly in two ... and Yo-mawari yanked the sword
out.
Hiei patted Kurama's back as
he still sat on the pavement, hands cradling his face. Occasionally
he would wobble back and forth to be instantly steadied by Hiei's quick
hands, but for the most part he was stiff and unmoving.
Hiei had no idea what to do ...
he didn't understand the situation that had arisen when Yomi burst onto
the scene only to make a clearly revengeful request and make quick work
of the four legged minotaur that had so easily tossed them all aside
like carrion. And the fact that Kurama's human heart had been wrenched
practically from his chest made the yokai think that there was something
more to the request than just companionship. What did he mean by
'for one night he wanted the Youko Yo-mawari.'? For what? Companionship?
The company?
He ran through things Kurama had
told him about the ningen people ... about how some people desired companionship
... how Kurama enjoyed Hiei's company ... his company ...
Hiei shuddered. When Kurama
wanted Hiei to 'keep him company', the two always ended up in bed together
... was THAT what Yomi meant?
A shadow soon fell on the yokai,
jerking his mind quickly from his on-going conversation with himself. ..
Yo-mawari. He reached down and helped Kurama to his feet, once again grasping
him in a tight embrace. Hiei looked up to the black eyes, many questions
beginning to well up ... but this was not the time nor the place to begin
his barrage of pointless questioning.
Yo-mawari drew back and looked his brother
right in the eyes ... and smiled... that beautiful, youko disarming smile
Kurama would flash at the giggling masses of school girls ... he would
flash to everyone ... the smile Hiei had grown to look forward to , if
he would ever admit it.
Behind him, Yomi smiled too, but
for his own reasons as he rounded the two yokai, carefully positioning
himself. "Our deal still stands?" he asked the WatchMan.
Kurama ... of all people ... snarled
the wizard down, pulling his brother back behind him in a sudden burst
of will and energy. "You sick bastard .. you sick, deranged, perverted
... " he stuttered and gaped, like a goldfish, running short of insults
as his mind closed down. He knew what Hiei and himself did behind
closed doors .... to think of Yomi taking his brother in the same way Kurama
had taken Hiei froze his blood solid. He bawled a fist and snarled
again, flashing in youko brilliance.
Yusuke broke through quickly,
pushing Kurama back and Yomi to the other side of Yo-mawari. "Chotto
matte yo!! Now just hold on a minute! That all looked TOO easy ...
the way you just tapped that THING. Before ANYONE goes ANYWHERE,
I want to know how do we know you weren't planning things with Dai-Whatever
for sometime now! How do we know this wasn't some sort of plot to
get to Yo-mawari?"
Yomi smiled and turned towards
Yusuke's voice. "A simple you-ki ward ... nothing more." He
smiled at the overall simplicity of the explanation, chuckling slightly.
"It's quite a simple task ... you just have to know where the center of
a body's soul is ... quite easy," he turned his face towards Koenma's presence.
"I'm surprised YOU didn't think of that, son of Enma-
Daioh.. He reached through the air and
found Yo-mawari's arm. "Shall we go??"
Koenma's jaw dropped ... such a
simple thing ... but .. but ..
Hiei and Yusuke frantically held
back Kurama ... joined soon with Shizuru and Keiko as they helped in the
struggle, watching Yomi lead Yo-mawari carefully off into the night.
Kuwabara stumbled to the group as
Kurama was wrestled back to the ground, lowering himself as Yukina ran
behind, waving a few bandages around in her hand ...
It seemed like eons past that
night as the group all gathered at Kurama's apartment ... Yukina had managed
to heal Kuwabara to the point where he could get up and move around without
being in sheer pain ... the two sat at the low table over a pot of warm
tea, Kuwa-chan occasionally squealing like a moron, making an utter fool
of himself.
Kurama's physical wounds were
healed, but the mental wounds couldn't come close to beginning to straighten
until Yo-mawari returned to him. He felt so alone ... alienating
himself from the other, refusing to say a word ... even ignoring Hiei as
the little koorime crossed the room to sit at his side.
Yusuke and Keiko sat passed out
in a corner of Kurama's apartment ... He looked the couple over carefully
with the sad, green eyes. Keiko was nestled neatly on Yusuke's chest,
completely angelic ... you would have never guessed that the red mark passing
over Yusuke's cheek was from the young girl's violent
temper after he had told her to shut up. Yusuke sat peacefully too
despite the slap on his face and the wound to his
pride, the young man's hands wound around
Keiko's waist as he hung on the verge of dozing off.
Koenma and Botan sat quietly
conversing in a corner ... throughout the hours
that everyone sat quietly in the small apartment, Kurama had noticed
the physical distance between the two was slowly
diminishing .... now to the point where Botan
was practically sitting on Koenma's lap. They seemed to talk
about work in general, but nothing more, Koenma telling stories about
George and the other oni and kaibatsu at the office,
Botan complaining about the headache she was
going to face with all the should once everything got back
to the status quo.
Kurama turned his attention
to Hiei for the first time that night ... the koorime
was glaring at Kazuma just before them. Kurama looked down the
line of sight to Kuwabara as the young man sat and
smiled, quietly jokeing with Yukina. Occasionally,
the little hand that rested on his knee would jerk ...
squeezing, making sure Kurama was still there ...
... suddenly the front door flew
wide open.
Kurama was to his feet, almost spilling
Hiei to the floor as they both tried to simultaneously
rise from their perch on the window sill.
Yo-mawari stood boldly, perfectly
in the door frame as the kitchen door slammed
heavily against the wall, rebounding to be silence as Kurama outstretched
a hand to stop it.
The two youko's looked back and
forth to each other for what seemed like almost
three minutes. Yo-mawari seemed none the worst for wear, looking as
perfect and well kept as he usually did. Kurama stepped
forward and stretched a hand out to the twin's
chest, confirming that the young man was indeed real and
not just a tricky illusion of Yomi's. He watched in anguish as Yo-mawari
winced ... in PAIN ... drawing back quickly from
under Kurama's gentle hand.
Yo-mawari drooped the katana to
the floor in a dull clang, and the shurikens
rolled past to climb Hiei's trousers too perch on his shoulders as
they so loved to do.. As the little fire demon
looked them over, he found one cased in blood
... but he desired no information from them. He didn't want to
think about what Yomi had possibly done to his new
friend.
Yo-mawari said nothing but stepped
forward and laid his head on Kurama's shoulder
... and fell immediately into tears. He brought his arms up, wincing at
every small movement to fully embrace Kurama, burying
his face in the soft, red hair. Like
a chain reaction, Kurama began to weep, trying desperately to fight
back the pain in his heart, gently hugging his brother ...
"What did he do to you?" Kurama
whispered hoarsely.
Yo-mawari withdrew and quickly wiped
his face dry with the back of his sleeve,
calming immediately. He raised his hands to the buttons and sash
of the Chinese style black silk and loosened
it. Kurama helped lift the cloth gently
from his shoulders as Yo-mawari removed his shirt.
The room collectively gasped.
Running in a perfect criss-crossing
pattern wrapped around his side, running up
his back and circling back around to his chest, rows upon rows of deep
red marks marred the surface of Yo-mawari's
chest. Where the thatch work crossed,
it broke through the skin and streaks of blood had trickled lightly to
dry in waving lines ... almost like someone had scotched
a chain-link fence onto his body.
The work of a whip, no doubt.
Hiei turned his gaze quickly from
the young man and looked once more at the
blood-encrusted shuriken ... he willed them to dismount his shoulder,
watching as they obediently rolled down his trousers
to the floor, rolling over to stand under
Yukina's feet.
Kuwabara wrinkled his forehead at
the objects, meeting Hiei's gaze momentarily,
cocking his head a bit.
Hiei placed a hand on the hilt of
his katana, continuing to stare down the carrot
top ... and he was gone in a flash of black wind
