Lost

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We made this together, though Britt did all the editing. She is amazing!

Lost
By Sailor Poison and Seraphim-Sephiroth

Part Three


He pondered Iori’s last words… The world without Iori? That idea was disturbing. His lips frowned as he tried to even imagine this world. A world he wanted no part of.

Kyo spoke truthfully, “I don’t want you to die, Iori. The world wouldn’t be worth living in without you around..”

Iori’s blazing eyes widened slightly as Kyo uttered those words.. His free hanid uid up and curled around the collar of Kyo’s ripped shirt, tugging him forward towards him and bringing him inches from his menacing face.. His breath smelled of fire and expensive liquor as he was practically breathing down Kyo’s neck, “You listen to me, Kusanagi..” He sneered like an infuriated dragon.. His grip was tight, yet it was not harmful towards Kyo, “My fate is none of your concern.. I have but one purpose on this earth.. And that is to rid the world of your kind.. You are the last, Kusanagi.. And once you are gone.. My destiny will be fulfilled..” There would be no more use to him.. The Orochi in his blood would kill him.. Shut off his entire body and let him drown in an agonizing death. “Our battle has been carved in stone, long before either of us were born… This.. Is all I know.”

Kyo frowned as he felt it was his concern, he was making it his concern, “But Iori... it does matter cause..” He could feel a heartbeat of a pause, “Cause I .. Love you.” The words slipped from his mouth. He suddenly hung limp in Iori’s hands, his voice breathless, “Even if your breath forever smells of liquor.” As he weakly touched Iori’s cheek and smiled fondly at him.

He then passed out, fallingo a o a sore black pit of sleep as his body fought. Despite the fever, he shivered all over. His body fought pretty well as he refused to die now. He couldn’t leave Iori with no reason to live.

But no more such thoughts lasted as hippeipped into a deep sleep…

Iori almost dropped him as the boy had spoken those affectionate words towards him.. His mouth gaped and he felt something inside him break.. A pang that hit hard against his icy heart.. He was at a total loss.. He didn’t know what to say or think.. For the first time in his life he had no comeback for what Kyo said to him. The Kusanagi… loved him? Why? .. How? Was he just as crazy as he always thought he was? The boy saved his life from the Orochi… faced him numerous times without complaint… worried about him when he was injured.. Why? When all he did was inflict horrible pain on him, every single time they met.

“K-kyo…”

Was all he could mutter out as he held the boy’s limp body in his single grasp. The Yagami had never felt this emotion that was creeping up inside him now.. Compassion… He shut his eyes tight, trying feverishly to make it go away.. Yet as he held Kyo, knowing that this boy had just declared lovelove for him.. He could not muster any other emotion. For once he found himself.. Not angry.. Yet almost.. Could it be.. Fearful? The Kusanagi quivered in his sleep.. He knew he was sick from whatever toxins that were inside him, trying to take over. The Yagami became fearful as he felt compelled to care for his fallen arch rival.. A shiver cold as ice ran through him as he did something that hurt him just as much as it looked on the expression on his dark face.. He slid his arms around the Kusanagi and embraced him to his chest, sharing his body-heat with him, so he would not freeze to his death.. And hopefully it would break his fever. Yet.. What frightened him.. Was that this act.. Was far more significant than that.

He closed his eyes and just tried to imagine himself somewhere else as he held the Kusanagi to himself.. Not wanting to focus upon what he was doing.. As it left him shaken.. Confused.. And these feelings were something Iori loathed over all..

Iori held Kyo for a very long time.. Finding his breath to be stifled.. And himself lightly quivering from the shock.. Whatever was going on in the Yagami’s head.. It was surely shattering him down on the inside..

Kyo gave a sigh as he was held against the warm strong body of Iori. He was oblivious to the fact he shook many things inside Iori in ways the fighter could not fight back. He was soon dreaming of Iori in painful dreams going from the times he was fighting, tri sri standing before the full moon. These were confusing images that left him moaning in his sleep.

The night settled when Kyo’s shivering stopped and his fever broke. The poison had lost. The Kusanagi was then at ease. His fever dreams passed to that of restful and refreshing sleep. He pressed against Iori, as the other man was still very warm and very comforting even after the sickness was gone.

In the waking world with a clear head, Kyo would have been shocked to know he said what he said or that he was pressing into Ioria nea needy childlike manner as he was doing now. But he was honest about himself in his feverish state. He was then honesty asleep and having a delightful dream about Iori and him on a cruise, debating about which tournament was the better one.

Iori found himself frozen against Kyo, unable to move or break away as the boyish Kusanagi leaned into him, nestling within his infinite endless warmth. His ruby-colored eyes were open wide as his head hung slightly over the shorter-man’s shoulder, staring distantly at the dark cavern wall.

“Kusanagi…” He uttered as if he were a million miles away, his spirit far from his body, “Why are you doing this to me… Is this some revenge tactic? Have you finally had enough with my pursuit and are retaliating against me this way?” The Yagami never thought an attack on his cold dead heart would affect him in such a way.. It was like he was a broken toy.. Unable to pick the pieces back up, and at a loss at how to fix himself.

The Yagami was clutching the raven-haired boy to himself.. And has hard as he tried to let go.. His hold upon him, only grew stronger.. More protective.

So was it true? Did he have a tie to Kyo he did not understand? Iori turned his crimson gaze down to confirm the action he was ensuing against Kyo. And it was then that he admitted to himself… That without Kyo.. He would die.. His strife to live caused him to need Kyo more than he ever knew. The Kusanagi was his true lifeline.. And in order for him toe.. e.. Kyo Kusanagi.. Must not die. This broke his entire heritage.. His bloodline.. The vow between their families that one would die over the other.

Deep crimson eyes became glassy in pure anguish.. The pain that writhed inside him, shredded him like his own claws to his flesh.. And He found himself embracing Kyo even tighter.. Desperate for something.. Anything to make this pain to cease. His pride was shattered… and he was left to nothing but a shell of a man, who could not find a purpose besides the one that had been drilled into him mind all those years ago…

The sun was soon rising. The sky lit up with gold and pink. The air was a little cooler in the predawn hours, but soon the sun would heat up the island again. Clouds floated across the sky in a lazy fluffy manner. The sun waked over the horizon, rising for another day.

Kyo found himself waking up by that time. Resting in the arms of someone warm and comforting. Someone who held him closer then anything he could recall. Then things started to dawn on the raven-haired man. That he was on an island and the only other person there was Iori. That Iori hated him. But this was not the grip of someone who hated him. It was protective. And Iori had saved his life twice the day before.

He recalled some of his words during his feverish state. His declaration of love. This left him a little startled and confused with himself. He pressed more into Iori as he tried to think this over. He loved Iori? Did he?! Yes... he did. He spoke when he was in a state that was open aonesonest. And he didn’t want this moment to end.

But he figured Iori might know he was awake now. The problem came from the moment he came to… so he opened his eyes and slowly put an arm around Iori. The Yagami was a beautiful man of marred muscle under soft skin. A wild creature amongst the tame human race. Catlike in movement with a snake’s grin. No… more of a dragon’s smile maybe. Yet right now he was the warmest, most comfortable bed on the island.

The smell of his skin was better then the most erotic flowers. Then it occurred to him as he wondered how long Iori sat there holding him. Iori was not a typical man in any category. He was raised to destroy the Kusanagi. Kyo was told that he was to fight against all the me the the the Yagami clan. But the Orochi which fueled the Yagami was destroyed. Why should they continue the mindless hatred between clans when there were just two people now?

Kyo was hesitant, yet he finally spoke softly, “Good morning, Iori...”

Iori had lost himself in a state between sleep an awake.. His dark red eyes closed halfway, and his head slightly draped over Kyo’s shoulder.. Long maroon bangs covered his intimidating face.. That was actually, less fear-inspiring tit uit usually was.. For during the repercussions of his broken state.. His entire exterior seemed to softly tenderize. Yet this purgatory-like state did not last long, as he was pulled into the world of the awakened by shifshifting of Kyo’s body still within his protective hold.

The Yagami froze solid as everything that happened between them that night came flooding back to him, striking him like a flame induced punch to his cranium. What was he doing? This wasn’t right.. No, this was horridly wrong! His mind shouted the immorality of it all.. He should not be touching the Kusanagi in any other way but violently!

Iori did not say a word as he mustered the energy to unclasp his rusted-shut arms from Kyo’s body and slowly like a cautious snake, slink back.. Slipping his long arms away fully, yet still upon the ground sitting in front of him. The maroon-haired man looked like a broken shell.. A robot unable to function properly as the expression upon his face was dead of any kind of emotion. His dark ruby eyes were a dull red as he slowly panned them to the Kusanagi’s direction.

He was completely unreadable, dumbfounded at his reaction to Kyo’s affection.. He couldn’t believe himself.. This was not Iori anymore.. Who was this? Who was he? What was he? Did Iori Yagami even exis thi this world to begin with? Or was he just some puppet to the Orochi, only meant to kill and die when he was no longer of any use…
sanasanagi..” He uttered in a haunting deadpan.. His emotionless expression never wavering.. He was lost.. It was no longer Kyo who was lost.. It was Iori. Maybe he had been lost this whole time.. From the day he was thrown into this conflict, he had become lost in it.. Drowning in a sea of blood and flame.. Hatred his only ally and anger his only weapon… fighting a war he did not even understand. Why did he fight? He.. Fought to be strong, right? He fought to live? For to live, one has to be strong, right?

At that moment he felt weaker than he had ever been… He hadn’t even the energy to lash out and reclaim his strength the only way he knew how.. To fight.. Fight his his life..

Kyo looked at Iori who the day before was full of life, angry, but passionate about it. His lips pouted, as this was hardly the reaction he expected from telling someone he loved them. It also scared him that Iori looked so damn empty. It was as if Iori was lost.

But how does one bring back someone? Kyo sat trying to think. Then he stood up and paced.. Without a reply to the Yagami he went outside to empty himself and whined to himself on how much Iori seemed to to to drive him nuts. Then his whines changed to what would he do with him… Did he break Iori?!

Kyo walked back inside the cave and pouted more as he looked at the empty robot that was not Iori.

Kyo crossed his arms in a huff, “You are doing this on purpose...”

Kyo tried to think of all the remedies. He debated the classic slap to the face. But Iori might have gone into a robot rage and destroy the island trying to kill him. He then figured out smelling salts work on people who were not physically awake. Yet that left only one cure…

The sleeping beauty cure had been documented in fairy tales before. The power of kissing someone has been said to wake up many fair maidens. So Iori was no fair maiden, but he was damn sexy even as a robot. The worst case scenario would be if... Iori killed him.

Kyo tried to approach Iori and lay a kiss on his lips. It was to be a simple kiss with hope that Iori would respond in a good healthy fashion. Not that he ever kissed a guy before. He figured it couldn’t be any different from kissing a girl except no large breasts and a tool between the legs.

Iori suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights as Kyo came near him, his thick black brows lifting in confusion, his body tensing up, and every bone in his body locking up tightly. His crimson eyes went wide as Kyo brushed his soft lips over his own thin cold mouth.

Every event that involved Kyo seemed to flash before his eyes at that moment.. From the day they met, where he took someone he cared for hostage, forcing Kyo into a fight with him.. Slamming Kyo to the ground.. Breathing down his neck.. The day the Orochi claimed his body and he lost control.. Nearly killing his team-mates.. Slashing them apart.. And only Kyo was able to stop his madness.. Beating the psychotic monster out of him.. Hearing his screams of pain.. His shouts of determination.. And finally.. The battle with the Orochi, where Kyo leapt into the face of danger to save Iori's life.. 'Hang on Yagami!!’ The heroic boy’s voice echoed in his mind and he raced to his rescue.. Iori’s body tattered and torn from the Orochi’s power against him.. Bleeding and immobile.. His imminent death was near.. ‘K-kyo..’ yet the light of the Kusanagi’s flaminneinned through the darkness of the Orochi’s controlling power.. And together they defeated it

No matter what he did to the Kusanagi boy.. Kyo always seemed to care for him.. Never did he leave him to writhe in his defeat.. How he shoved Kyo away when he tried to help him up.. How he screamed and shouted at him to get away.. And still Kyo persisted.. Stubborn as always.. Just as he was stubborn to accept defeat.. To accept help.. To accept his weakness.. This whole time he had been stubborn to accethe Kusanagi’s neck.. His long fingers trailing over his collar-bone and down his chest.. Panning over the bandages that covered his body and were blotted with pink and dark-red blood that had soaked through them.

Iori began to cautiously tilt Kyo back as he licked and sucked upon his lower lip.. A foreboding growl rumbling in his thick-muscled throat.. Leaning the Kusanagi down until he was upon the floor of the cavern. His large hands explored every inch of the young man’s perfectly muscled body… Touching and teasing unscaved areas of Kyo.. Around his sensitive slightly exposed nipples and around his tender flanks..

Iori hovered over the raven-haired boy as he pulled back slightly, staring him down in those shinning dark eyes of his as he uttered in that deep tenor, “What is it.. That makes you so compelled to say such hfeltfelt words to me, Kyo..?”

Kyo felt a deep shiver through him and heat of arousal as Iori teased his body with each touch and caress. His nipple hardened, His sore lip sucked, making it a little puffy from that and the hit it took a moment ago… Yet it only made him look even more appealing.

He had trouble not enjoying this and part of his mind was screaming at him for even attempting to kiss Iori. He felt conflicted inside… He loved Iori but the thought of being taken by him left him nervous. He felt trapped by Iori in this cave. That was exciting and scary at the same time.

Kyo tried not to stammer, “...I don’t know. It never occurred to me to lie to you..”

He looked back onto the eyes of the perfect fighter, perfect predator. How he just seemed too strong of a masculine force.. Holding him like this.

“I just.... Wanted to say it. Maybe I needed to because I felt it for a while. But I denied it to myself.” The Kusanagi softly admitted under heavy breaths.

A sly smirk slithered up Iori’s mouth as he had himself braced over the smaller man.. Like a red-mained lion looming over its prey, ready to devour it alive.. His crimson eyes wide and wild as any chaotic beast.. Yet his voice sent reverberations through Kyo that may have been haunting and soothing all at once.. His tenor rumbling from his throat, “Our hearts often want what the mind and body does not… Hmhm… Maybe that one factor of denial.. Makes and and I not so different…”

He needed Kyo as much as Kyo needed him… for one to exist fully in this world, the other had to be there with them.. Whether it be there in eternal conflict or in oneness… Iori had denied himself anything by violence towards Kyo.. Yet over the years.. Without his knowing.. A fondness grew for the vibrant Kusanagi.. No longer was it a simple mission to assassinate the last of the Kusanagi.. It an oan obsession.. To fight and beat the best of the best.. An eternal struggle against his mind and heart.. Pushing his body to the limits to destroy the one thing that was keeping him alive.

Iori dipped down again… extending his inhumanly long tongue and licking up the Kusanagi’s cheek, over the scratch-wounds that had been promptly exposed as hd rid ripped the bandages quickly from Kyo’s tender flesh.. His hand gripping down upon the boy’s shoulder to hold him in place.. His grip like that of a horrible vice.. Putting painful pressure down next to the boy’s bite-wound.

The taste of the Kusanagi’s blood had always been a sensory-overloading ambrosia to him.. He reveled in the taste and the tingles it made on his tongue. The disgusted face Kyo had often made in the past from it, only made it all the more enjoyable… the hisses of pain he made.. The growls of frustration as Iori had often held him down this exact way. His free hand had clawed down Kyo’s body, removing any bandages he had placed upon him.. Ripping them free from his soft flesh as he continued to lick and kiss at his cheek till the blood from the scratch-wounds clotted.

“Shall you deny yourself anything else, Kyo..?” he uttered, his lips brushing against the wounds on his cheek as he spoke, “Hmhm, shall you deny me, perhaps?” the thought of Kyo resisting Iori was laughable.. He loved tthe Kusanagi’s neck.. His long fingers trailing over his collar-bone and down his chest.. Panning over the bandages that covered his body and were blotted with pink and dark-red blood that had soaked through them.

Iori began to cautiously tilt Kyo back as he licked and sucked upon his lower lip.. A foreboding growl rumbling in his thick-muscled throat.. Leaning the Kusanagi down until he was upon the floor of the cavern. His large hands explored every inch of the young man’s perfectly muscled body… Touching and teasing unscaved areas of Kyo.. Around his sensitive slightly exposed nipples and around his tender flanks..

Iori hovered over the raven-haired boy as he pulled back slightly, staring him down in those shinning dark eyes of his as he uttered in that deep tenor, “What is it.. That makes you so compelled to say such heartfelt words to me, Kyo..?”

Kyo felt a deep shiver through him and heat of arousal as Iori teased his body with each touch and caress. His nipple hardened, His sore lip sucked, making it a little puffy from that and the hit it took a moment ago… Yet it only made him look even more appealing.

He had trouble not enjoying this and part of his mind was screaming at him for even attempting to kiss Iori. He felt conflicted inside… He loved Iori but the thought of being taken by him left him nervous. He felt trapped by Iori in this cave. That was exciting and scary at the same time.

Kyo tried not to stammer, “...I don’t know. It never occurred to me to lie to you..”

He looked back onto the eyes of the perfect fighter, perfect predator. How he just seemed too strong of a masculine force.. Holding him like this.

“I just.... Wanted to say it. Maybe I needed to because I felt it for a while. But I denied it to myself.” The Kusanagi softly admitted under heavy breaths.

A sly smirk slithered up Iori’s mouth as he had himself braced over the smaller man.. Like a red-mained lion looming over its prey, ready to devour it alive.. His crimson eyes wide and wild as any chaotic beast.. Yet his voice sent reverberations through Kyo that may have been haunting and soothing all at once.. His tenor rumbling from his throat, “Our hearts often want what the mind and body does not… Hmhm… Maybe that one factor of denial.. Makes you and I not so different…”

He needed Kyo as much as Kyo needed him… for one to exist fully in this world, the other had to be there with them.. Whether it be there in eternal conflict or in oneness… Iori had denied himself anything by violence towards Kyo.. Yet over the years.. Without his knowing.. A fondness grew for the vibrant Kusanagi.. No longer was it a simple mission to assassinate the last of the Kusanagi.. It an oan obsession.. To fight and beat the best of the best.. An eternal struggle against his mind and heart.. Pushing his body to the limits to destroy the one thing that was keeping him alive.

Iori dipped down again… extending his inhumanly long tongue and licking up the Kusanagi’s cheek, over the scratch-wounds that had been promptly exposed as hd rid ripped the bandages quickly from Kyo’s tender flesh.. His hand gripping down upon the boy’s shoulder to hold him in place.. His grip like that of a horrible vice.. Putting painful pressure down next to the boy’s bite-wound.

The taste of the Kusanagi’s blood had always been a sensory-overloading ambrosia to him.. He reveled in the taste and the tingles it made on his tongue. The disgusted face Kyo had often made in the past from it, only made it all the more enjoyable… the hisses of pain he made.. The growls of frustration as had had often held him down this exact way. His free hand had clawed down Kyo’s body, removing any bandages he had placed upon him.. Ripping them free from his soft flesh as he continued to lick and kiss at his cheek till the blood from the scratch-wounds clotted.

“Shall you deny yourself anything else, Kyo..?” he uttered, his lips brushing against the wounds on his cheek as he spoke, “Hmhm, shall you deny me, perhaps?” the thought of Kyo resisting Iori was laughable.. He loved to see the boy struggle and fight till the last possible second.. How he never gave up.. Like himself, he was an untamed wild animal.. Only Kyo was less passionate about his primal instincts than the Yagami.

Kyo stared at that sly smirk as Iori slithered over to loom over him. For a moment he felt like the lamb about to be eaten by the lion. His voice so haunting and almost soothing at he same time. For a moment he felt he needed Iori. This frightened him.

Iori licking his wounds, pressing on his shoulder, he swore he could feel the heat of his blood as his cheek-wound bled again in a slow manner this time. He gave a soft gasp of pain as Iori’s hand pressed down next to his bite wound, just right to give a hard throb that was hard to ignore. That long strange tongue tasting his blood. The pain and pleasure was making him feel almost drunk.

No… he wasn’t some bitch Iori can just push over and do as he wills! He was Kyo Kusanagi! Kyo growled and punched at Iori, trying to get him off. He had to flee, shouting, “I am not your bitch! Get the #$%^ off me, you asshole!”

With that Kyo jumped away and onto his feet with that agile speed that he was known and and bolted out of the cave… tears streaming down his face. He was not that way! Not with Iori! He couldn’t be! He liked girls. This is what he repeated to himself as hre tre through the jungle of the island blindly. His breathing came out in sobs and gasps as he never stopped to see where he is going.

The cat creature held a human like intelligence. He was mad that his mate lied dead. Not pleased the strange creature known, as Kyo has not succumbed to the poison of their bites. He wanted to get revenge on the creature before he would go after the other who accompanied Kyo. It followed the human who ran blindly forward.

“Kusanagi!” Iori shouted in angered protest of Kyo’s sudden bolt out of the entrance of the cavern. The boy must have lost his fragile little mind while the redhe Yag Yagami was sadistically licking his wounds. Iori leapt to his feet and procd afd after him.. He knew with the smell of fresh blood in the air, that cat-like beast would be on the boy’s trail within an instant of it catching the sweet scent.

Iori dashed into the woods, suppressing any grunts of pain from the stress he continued to put on his injured leg, “Kusanagi get back here! You really wanna die!?” he called out, almost not hearing his own words he said as he ducked under tree-branches and hurdled over downed trunks. His own senses seemed to flare as he heard the thundered sprint of a large animal taking off after its prey near him, “Kusanagi!” He shouted ogaingain to get the boy to stop.. Only for his call to be replied with a snarling roar as the large beast burst out from the thick brush and slammed down in front of him in a small clearing in the forest.

The Yagami came to a sharp halt, sweat trickling down his brow at he set his fiery red gaze upon the saber-toothed beast. The feline lowered down into a crouch before Iori, indicating it was about to pounce on the tall towering man, who was far meatier than the bleeding Kusanagi boy… Iori would make a handsome meal.. Though it was obvious the fierce Yagami wasn’t thrilled with being placed on the menu as a psychotic smile slithered up his lips, “Here. Kitty, kitty, kitty….” He snickered and lunged for it as it also leapt into the air, both of them with they’re own claws brandished.

Iori’s claw-like hands shot out like vipers, grappling the feline by its outstretched paws and tossed it over his shoulders with a heaving thrust, slamming it harshly into the ground. The cat let out a shill growl of pain, yet rolled to its feet swiftly and lashed out again, swiping its claws at Iori’s long legs as he was regaining his ground. The Yagami sucked in a tight breath as his legs were slashed out from under him, and he hit the ground hard on his back, “H-argh!” He grunted aloud as the beast went straight for his throat.. Its jaws opened wide and gapping.. Only to be caught by Iori’s lightning-quick hands. The beast was inches from Iori’s throat as it thrashed from side to side, digging it’s claws into his body, as it tried to release itself from his vice-like grip on its open jaws, that dripped with poisonous saliva.

The wild Yagami wrestled with the beast, pumping purple flame into its face, which only seemed to infuriate it more. For a moment, the fearless man looked frantic as he was starting to lose grip on the jaws that were less than an inch from the flesh of his throat, “Kusana—GAAHH!” Iori’s painful scream was something that was so rarely heard that it was often skeptical that such a sound could be made by his vocal cords. The saliva of the beast’s had caused the maroon-haired man to lose his grip, and its piecing jaws clamped down upon his thick throat, threatening to crush his windpipe and suffocate him to death.

Kyo started to slow down when he heard Iori calling his name. He stopped as he heard Iori coming and was torn between the need to keep running, and to go back. Why did Iori have to complicate things?!

He realized his wounds were bleeding still. This was a grim reminder of the second cat-beast that was on the island. What if it came for Him. Or... even worse, Iori?! It was then that Iori stopped calling. Kyo felt a brief moment of relief, yet still that nagging feeling made him start to walk back.

The sudden scream of pain that was halted abruptly brought a fearful jolt to his heart. Had he led Iori to his death?! Kyo found himself running then, and not feeling anything from his pervious wounds as his mind was locked into one single purpose. What had seemed forever was really quicker then Kyo realized. He stopped as he found himself before the feline that held his rival by the throat.

Kyo didn’t even hesitate on the next move. He threw himself forward and grabbed the beast’s mouth with both hands as he attempted to pry the jaws off Iori’s throat, using all he had inside him, not even feeling pain in the broken part of his upper arm. Adrenaline was rushing full blast through his system. His strength increased to a point that he easily pried the jaws from the red-headed man. The boy didn’t even hear the crack of the cat’s jaw as he threw the beast off Iori. It was the feline who cried out in pain then. But Kyo was not even through. Everything to him was going in slow motion then.

Yet torythrything else, Kyo was moving very fast. His body shifted forward just as the cat’s body struck a tree. He didn’t even give it time to breath as it landed on the ground before his fist came down on its head in a rain of fiery blows upon the feline’s skull. Kyo didn’t even pause till the beast was quivering its last death throes. His own breath was then in pants. That was when Kyo felt his body catching up to him. Yet he didn’t allow it a chance to, as he turned to Iori’s needs quickly.

Iori’s ruby eyes were widened with strain as he struggled to breathe, clasping his large hands around his throat to clot the blood-flow. The creature had pierced the flesh of his throat, stabbing a small hole into his windpipe. His mouth was gapped widely as he harshly wheezed; gargling and coughing up the pints of dark blood, which trickled down the sides of his mouth. His boots skid back and forth against the ground, his knees and back arching as he fought for the precious breath of life.

Those fiery scarlet eyes darted left and right in what seemed to be a slight panic as he held his grasp upon his throat tightly. He heaved heavily as he tried to form words through the gradually slowing blood-flow. Yagami’s wide red eyes locked to the fuzzy image of Kyo as his pride was shattering with his loss of breath, “K..Ky..o.” he choked out, striving to keep himself calm as his chest trembled with his minuscule puffs of air, that mixed in with his tainted and poisoned blood.

This was certainly something he could not help himself with as he struggled to speak, yet all that came out was liquid-filled hacks and coughs, shutting his eyes shut tightly, as to not see the look on Kyo’s face.. His reaction to his vulnerability. He couldn’t stand the look the Kusanagi gave him when he was in trouble. Yet he was in need of medical assistance.. And all that had been left in the kit were the flares-guns, and clotting adhesives. The only vile of anti-toxin had been used on Kyo.

It was time to call for help…


To be Continued.....