The Aftermath

Let me just say, in real life ALL demons are heartless (bleep)s, lol, but this is Fantasy, my friends.

Now I'm going to give you a warning here for some slight Incest. But those of you who are my faithful readers understand the situation we're dealing with here. I think I have put plenty enough warnings on this story, that you should all know what you're getting into. You also know, that I don't condone any of these "questionable" activities in real life.

Now, with all that said, this scene is for all of you who may be wondering... :o)

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Scene 9 ------------------------------------------------- A Remote Area of Demon World

* A small, obsidian blur moves from a clear, running stream up the wooded face of a small mountain. It stops on a plateau halfway up. Hiei, once more clad in a black cloak that he'd stolen from a village several miles away, stands a moment with his ward lifted. He uses his jagan carefully, briefly to scan the immediate area. When he is sure that nothing dangerous has detected his presence he glances skyward. After fortifying the barrier his jagan has placed over this small mountain he lowers the ward once more. The koorime then turns and enters the well-secluded cave carefully. Hiei moves quickly to his blue-haired son who is laying on a thick bed of animal furs. The younger demon is shivering and barely conscious, worn out from the fairly long journey it took them to find this hiding place. When they had left Satjiyu's fortress, he had affirmed his status over Hiei instinctually. Because Hiei was well aware of his doomed son's condition, the koorime really didn't put up much of a fight. Actually, there truly was not a battle of fists or fangs or with any shed blood. It was more verbal and mental than anything else. When the brief dispute settled, though, Sabaktu understood that his submissive Father had a better understanding of this new, outside world. So the boy had given Hiei some leeway in finding this hiding place for them. The koorime gently lays a hand on Sabaktu's chest.

Hiei- (Quietly) Master? - Come on, Son... I've brought more water.

* Sabaktu struggles to open his eyes.

Sabaktu- (Whisper) F-Fath-er,...?
Hiei- Shh, just drink some water. It will strengthen you so you can properly go into hibernation. You will get the rest you need.

* Hiei gently lifts Sabaktu's head some and tilts the wooden bowl. The pregnant boy sips the cool stream water deeply. When he coughs Hiei takes it away.

Hiei- (Quietly) Easy, Son... Relax a little now...

* Hiei eases the boy's head back down onto the smaller, fur-covered rock that serves as a pillow. Sabaktu raises a shaky hand weakly to reach for Hiei's head. The elder koorime calmly dips it to greet the gesture of authority willingly. Then he lowers his mouth to brush Sabaktu's lips gently. A weak smile touches them.

Sabaktu- (Whisper) Thank you,... Father...
Hiei- Rest now, Master.

* Sabaktu nods and closes his weary, red eyes. Hiei watches his son a couple moments. He soon senses Sabaktu slip into the hibernation that all demons experience when their youkais are exhausted, either physically or mentally. Hiei's more alert red eyes travel down the boy's body briefly, then he stands and moves away rubbing his own rounding middle. Hiei pauses a moment to look back toward Sabaktu. The koorime knows that no matter how comfortable he tries to make his son, that he will die as soon as he births the baby he is carrying. This thought draws Hiei's attention to the younger demon's swelling belly... and what is growing inside of him. With a quiet Hmph Hiei looks away again quickly and moves to the firepit he had dug out. With a small burst of his energy, the fire demon re-ignites the smoldering embers and dry wood he'd placed in earlier. It'll help Sabaktu rest easier if he's warmer. 'Only two more months', Hiei thinks quietly as he glances once more toward Sabaktu. 'He's young... He may deliver early... Hopefully more than a day before myself'. Hiei's thoughts turn back to his own unborn child.

Hiei- (Quietly) Hn.

* This will obviously not be his first child, but it will be the first he, himself, has ever carried. Thinking of his own child causes Hiei's thoughts to turn toward its sire. Or rather, their sire. As the month has gone by, Hiei has become more and more aware of the two tiny pulses he feels deep inside him. Hiei looks down into the blue-black flames dancing in the firepit. He can't help but wonder how the Toushin is doing. With a slightly gruffer hmph Hiei goes back over to pull the fur blanket up tighter over his hibernating son. He carefully smoothes the dissheveled blue spikes back into a more flame-ish shape. Anything to distract himself from thinking about Yusuke. As the blue-black flames warm up the dimly-lit cave, and with the help of the fur blanket, Sabaktu's shivering lessens. Hiei relaxes and lays down to snuggle himself close around his son. For a few moments he licks Sabaktu's neck lightly. Then he slips his hand under the fur to lay on the boy's belly. Hiei feeds some of his energy to the unborn baby, necessary to aid its demon heritage.