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Anniversary
by Fox

12.Anger.

When Michael woke up, he saw Hiei dressing himself with a grim expression. It’s not necessary to ask: he knows exactly where the slender demon was heading, with that homicide gleam in his ruby eyes.
- Hiei.- He whispered in the clear dawn, incorporating in the bed they had shared. They had talked a lot the whole night, and they had cried together, remembering silly things about their kitsune: the way he wrinkled his nose like a real fox, how vain he can be, the way he talks to his own hair, or his taste for candies. They had talked about what they love the most: the self-confidence, the tender heart, and the ardent body. The way he hyperventilated when he was surprised, the way he moans, and the way he bites his lip when he is caressed. The memories Hiei and Michael shared made each one more envious and surer the other is loved the most for the kitsune. But they had signed peace.
Sort of.
- Hiei.- asked Michael, this time a bit more louder.- Hiei, Kurama said that you let Mangetsu hit me at purpose. Was true?.-
- Hai. I know my original purpose was protect you, but in that second I truly wanted you dead.- was the flat response.
- Hiei, do you still wants me dead?.- Michael tried to comb his hair with fingers into place, putting his lenses on.
- Not sure.- Hiei just whispered. Michael walked to him, his form contrasting with Hiei’s slender one. He took Hiei’s chin with a hand and said softly:
- Tell me, Hiei.-  
- I ‘m… - Hiei suddenly pierced Michael’s greenish gaze with his own.-  I still hate you for steal Kurama from me.- he sighed, nothing of the fire expected in his words, or in his somber eyes.
- So, you don’t mind if I live or die.-
-… Sort of. In fact, I prefers you dead.- Hiei’s voice waves a little, with false energy.
- So, you don’t mind if I try to rescue Kurama with you, isn’t ?-
Hiei stared to him.
Michael put on the golden gauntlet and fleshed him with the smile of a lion.

Kurama walked slowly till Mangetsu’s chambers. A month has passed, but for him seems like years. Years of pain and humiliation, but blurry years, something happening to someone apart of him. Because his self-conscience was fading, and he was not more like a murder and pleasure machine with totally golden, totally crazed eyes…
- Was you ending that senseless revolt, my kitsune?- smiled Mangetsu, who was in his bed, playing with a long whip. He was dressed in his icy armor, his long pale blue hair cascading around him, his frozen eyes surrounded for black make up. He was beautiful as he ever was: a frozen naked blade. As he hears Kurama’s report, he absently played with the whip, and the smiled pleasantly to his lover and trusted second in command:
- Very well done. Those stupid rats aren’t worth of pity. Now come here, love. I was waiting for you.-
- What I have to do now, Mangetsu-sama?-
- I have a new game in mind… Tell me, would you like to be whipped?.- he smiled, a hand caressing lightly the nipples through the floating fabric of Kurama’s long violet robe.
- No.- was the flat response.
- But of course you wouldn’t mind if I ask you that.-
-No.- was the equally flat nodding.
Mangetsu proceed to flung Kurama face down in his bed, arms tied open, the red mane loose letting the shoulders and back bare. He blindfolded him. Then, he started playing slowly with Kurama’s body, his icy touch leaving white marks.
- Kurama, can you remember a demon called Hiei?-
The muscles tense, and then a whisper can be heard:
“No”
- And a human called Michael?-
Softer, “No”
- And a woman called Shiori…? Maybe you reminds her more for “ Okaasan”?-
Silence.
Mangetsu started talking. With a whisper, a soft tone, he told to Kurama like a tale some of his most touching moments. For a while, was not reaction. Then, he started to cry silently as Mangetsu talked and talked about Shiri…
Was the moment. Mangetsu sends a finger into Kurama, talking about Michael, his warm hands, his clumsy kissed, his tender eyes…
Kurama sighed.
And a hand started to play deeper between his legs as voice talks about Hiei. Kurama started to pant, desperately trying to get rid of that hand, of shut that voice, of take away the blindfold. But then he moaned, and writhe, and screamed with a harsh, ashamed, infuriated voice:
- Onegai… pain… whip me, Mangetsu! Kill me… make me feel pain! PAIN!-
Pan in the body, not in the soul… Kurama’s pain was cleared away with the other pain as he heard that sadistic bastard laughing hard. But the one thing that is important for him is his mind is going white… white as a frozen place.
But when the Jagan contacted him with the fury of a firestorm.

~ To Be Continued ~

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