Falscher Mord

Fate slid further into the corner of the cell. The shirt that she had been captured in was still the only garments she was given to wear. Even worse was that it had been stetched and torn in the struggles. Kurama had been pulled away the minute that they'd entered the building of judgement. Her arms had been shackled in front of her, so taking advantage she'd tried to grasp him but her hands were roughly ripped from the fabric of his school uniform, a large chunk of the pink shirt coming with her hand. That was the last she'd seen of him the duration of her stay here. Since then she'd been put in the cell, a cold collar place around her neck that she could not pull off nor break with any amount of force she could still produce. They 'interogated' her, or that's what they called it. She would have called it a mindless beating. Her body was still aching from the bruises and cuts that now marred her flesh and she could still taste the blood that had filled her mouth during her time with the servents of Enma. They said they'd gone light on her because she was a woman. They laughed when they talk to one-another about how they'd made the fox cry out and scream.
Her heart gave out a painful throb that she swore had been it being ripped from her chest. Clutching to the pink fabric she'd kept. They had talked of how they would enjoy breaking her for the crimes she had comitted. They still had never really explained what she had done or rather what she was being accused of. They spent far to much time beating her to be concerned with such manners as to tell the prisoner what they were being detained for. They'd only demanded that she confess and explain the details of who and why, but she couldn't if she wanted too. The darkness of the room crept in around her, seeping into her heart and replacing it with a void. From through the bars of her door and down the hall she could hear footsteps approaching, the familiar heavy steps that had come to collect her earlier. Curling the furthest she could in on herself she turned from the door as it opened.
She had no recollection of what had happened after the door had opened, not how she had ended up being dragged along the floors, nor where she was or was headed, but only that wherever it was, she didn't want to go. She instantly pulled back on the hands pulling her forward, dragging and digging her feet into the floor that yeilded little help to her. The guards cursed her and began to struggle with her. "Damn you! I swear I shall have a fun time breaking you!" The lead gaurd raised his his hand to strike her, Fate blanked, closing her eyes and turning her head to avoid the blow and would not come.
A whoosh of air came from the ceiling down to land in front of her where the guard had been. Opening her eyes shlowly Fate was met with agua steaked hair pulled into a ponytail. The figure had landed on the guard, pushing his face into the hard stoned floors. Still standing on the back of the mans head she turned with a wink to the captive Kitsune and a smile. Fate felt a wave of warmth and relaxation over come her. Then, from behind the fire demon came the second guard who'd been helping the first in escorting their prisoner on her final walk. "Kurumi!!!" Though her hands were shackled she pushed past the ice and fire demon to intercept the attacker. With the palm of her hand she struck upwards under the demons jaw with a force she did not think herself capable of pocessing after such beating as what she had recieved. With speed to match Hiei's she was behind him as the men fell, elbowing him in the back and in front of him before he could fall forward to connect her knee with his face, sending him finally spwalling onto his back. Spitting on him she turned back to see Kurumi smirking.
Leaning down to pick the keys from the guards, Kurumi came back up to undo the shcakles on Fates wrists. She could not help but to notice the raw skin under the tightly clamped cuffs when they were released. She swore death upon Enma silently. "Come, the guys should be down this way. They'll know something is up and more will be coming soon." Leading the way all that was heard were the tap of feet against the stone as first Kurumi then Fate disappeared down the halls into the darkness.
Not long down the corridor they met the men. Hiei and Yusuke had teamed to release Kurama. The Kitsune didn't appear in a fighting shape. His right arm was hanging limply at his side, clutched by his left as if to alieviate tha pain. his face was covered in bruises and deeper cuts then those that marred Fate own. Yusuke and Hiei covered him as they ran, headed in the direction that Fate and Kurumi had just left. Meeting in the middle Fate was quick to latch onto Kurama, crying openly to him. "Kurama!" Running her hands as gently as she could over his flesh she took in all the damage he'd recieved. her hand moved up, landing on a matching collar about his own neck before she cupped his face gently. "Kurama, what is happening?" She asked.
"I do not understand it myself. But we must get out of here."
Kurumi turned to find their way out quickly being blocked by guards just as Hiei and Yusuke were becoming boxed in from their side by the once friend turned enemy. "Well, then I hope you've got some way to teleport us outta here or we're stuck." The demons moved in closer and closer, it wasn't long before the five of them were standing in a cicled, all facing an impassible wall of demons on all side. Fate squeezed Kuramas hand, straightening herself in the face of death.
"If I'm to fall, I will go down fighting..."
Leaning over to Kurumi on his other side Kurama whispered in her ear. "When the opportunity comes, take her and run." Looking up with wide eyes Kurumi stared at Kurama. She could not find and once of doubt nor a shred of regret in his eyes. Looking back to Hiei, she was met with the same look, though much colder, as if, not doing so would mean a death penalty from his very own hands. Numbly she nodded yes to him, preparing herself as she allowed him to finish his work. Turning back to Fate Kurama whispered tenderly in her ear just three words that made her eyes wide and worry rise in her heart.
"Kurama...??"
With a scream, Yusuke, Hiei and Kurama chaged at a pinpionted location, one that all three seemed to have known premeditatedly. Th wall was broken and a path was cleared if only for an instant and yet, in that instant, Kurumi had taken her hand and charged her through the wall and out the other side. Th men were left behind as they ran, chased by a few guards that were quickly lost to the speed.
"KURAMA!!!!!"