The savior

by Star Mirage

The standard disclaimer - YYH belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi and etc.
Warning: Shounen ai. Plus a small love triangle. ^_^
Author's note: Due to Neon Fly's help you can read this fic without my (poor gramma) mistakes. ^_^;
Any comments are welcome!

Part Two

Hiei quickly reached Kurama's house. As usual, the fox was home doing his homework. The Koorime grunted and jumped in through the open window. Redhead turned around and smiled brightly.

"Hiei!"

The fire demon sneered, although he may never admit it, but he liked it when this youko smiles. His shining smile was capable of kindling hearts of the most rigid youkais, and Hiei was no exception . . .

"Hm, fox," he greeted Kurama and felt dizzy, the room around him began to dim and he began to slowly slip down towards the floor.

Kurama rushed to his friend and was able to catch him just before the youkai fell on the floor.

"Hiei! You're wounded!"
"Hm," The fire youkai sniffed and fainted.
"Oh, itoshii!" The youko picked up the limp body of Hiei in his arms and quickly carried him to the bed.

Kurama carefully put the prone body of the small youkai on the bed and scanned the wounds. He found that Hiei was seriously injured. Concerned fox rushed downstairs to grab the first-aid set. Unfortunately, now it was necessary to reckon only upon himself, because Yukina was out of the city, on her honey moon with her husband - Kuwabara.

"Please, please, Hiei . . . Don't give up . . ." Kurama whispered while removed Hiei's clothes. With all his skills he tended youkai's wounds. Having finished to bandage them, he replaced the first-aid set and took Hiei's bloody clothes to the bathroom, reminding himself to wash them later on. Then he sat on the bed and looked at his friend.

"Please, Hiei, don't die . . . " Whispered Kurama. "Please, don't leave me . . . I did everything that I could . . ."

The pale figure didn't move; Hiei was still unconscious.

"Ai shiteru, Hiei," Kurama whispered in a barely audible tone, then carefully leaned over fire youkai and gently kissed his lips.

Kurama sighed and rose from the bed. He went in the bathroom to deal with Hiei's clothes. After that he came back and sat on the bed again. Checking on his friend, the youko noticed that Hiei had a fever. Kurama scowled. 'Perhaps that weapon of Hiei's assailants had poisoned? Bad. Very bad...' Bitting his lips nervously, Kurama took one pale hand of fire youkai into his ones.

"Oh, Hiei, Hiei..." he whispered.

"It's him!"

Kurama turned sharply around to the voice at the door.

"WHAT?!"

There standing in the doorway was his younger brother, pointing at the boy laying on the bed, he repeated.

"It's him . . ."

To be continued...