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This is a song fanfic from when Kurama and Rhiannon met. Please keep in mind that Rhiannon was raised in America by a human psychic woman, who, although she had very lax beliefs, did believe in God.

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I tried to kill the pain

But only brought more

I lay dying

And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal

I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?

"You filthy little vixen! How dare you give me that look!" snarled Gore, back-handing Rhiannon across the broken side of her jaw. Rhiannon's head snapped back and her eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time. Desperately she fought them back down, knowing that the sight of them would only bring him more pleasure and earn her more pain. Drawing his blood covered knife, the one reserved especially for Rhiannon, he slashed the side of her arm. Grabbing her face and twisting it he forced her to look at her life blood as it drained away from her. Grimacing Rhiannon forced herself to continue watching the blood stream and flow down her arm. Memories came flooding back as she watched the familiar pattern the blood followed, the same pattern that had cost her mother her life...

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

Youko watched in stunned horror as the foul demon slashed the beautiful young fox across the arm and forced her to watch the blood trickle down her arm. The foul demon chuckled when the female let out a choked sob and wrenched her face from his grip, despite the pain that would obviously come from such rough handling of her very broken jaw. The taller demon glowered at her and roughly scooped her battered, broken, and bloodied body over his shoulder and carried her towards the fire. Youko's eyes flashed as he realized what the man was probably planning for the poor girl.

Do you remember me?

Lost for so long

Will you be on the other side?

Or will you forget me?

I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?

Rhiannon realized suddenly, as Gore threw her over his shoulder, that she had finally reached the point where her will had shattered. All she wanted now was for it all to end, for all the pain and humiliation to stop. She knew as long as Gore was around, no such relief would be found, so she would have to do it herself. Praying silently to a God she had long ago forgotten except in the most dire of times, she begged for forgiveness for the deed she was about to commit.
'But surely God, you understand.' She murmured faintly. Then her mother's voice cut into her head, one of the elderly woman's old lessons ringing in her ears.
'Give God an ultimatum, he'll come through.' A wry smile curled on Rhiannon's bloodied face.
'Alright then God, here goes. If you have some greater purpose for me in life, then get me the hell out of this mess before I do it.'

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

Youko landed lightly on the ground just a few feet outside the circle of light that the fire created, he waited in unnoticed silence for the perfect opportunity to strike. He was just about to lunge when the girl, using what little reserves of strength she had left in her, threw herself off the large demon's shoulder and tumbled back into the crackling bonfire. Youko and the other demon watched in mutual shock as she didn't even seem to notice the heat that was licking at her battered flesh.

Return to me salvation

Rhiannon smiled inwardly and ignored the now minor pain of burning. She made no move to escape and silently welcomed the coming relief as all her senses began to close down and her world faded into a peaceful darkness. Far off, in the back of her mind, she could hear the fire and voices. None of that mattered any more though.

I want to die

Youko lunged forward, checking the shocked Gore with his shoulder as hard as he could and sending the larger demon reeling. Without pause, and ignoring the white hot flash of pain in his shoulder, Youko dove into the fire and quickly pulled the girl out. The smell of burnt flesh made his head spin and the sight of the girl horrified him, but he still saved her. Never before in his entire life had he ever felt such a strong urge to save anyone.

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

My God my tourniquet

Return to me salvation

Weeks passed after that. Rhiannon spent most of her time in a frantic delirium, plagued by nightmares and agony beyond any herbs Youko could administer. He watched her, night after night, day after day, treated her and cuddled her and rocked her, and watched in amazement as her wounds closed and scarred and then faded away back into beautiful, smooth porcelain.

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Rhiannon could not remember much of those first weeks beyond a lot of pain and the most horrible nightmares she had ever had in her life where she was surrounded by flames and blood. All she could feel was agony and a deep-seated desire to make it go away.

My wounds cry for the grave

My soul cries for deliverance

Will I be denied Christ?

Tourniquet

My suicide

"Rhiannon! It's time to go!" called Botan, waving and smiling at the attractive red-head. Rhiannon smiled and rubbed her eyes vigorously in the hopes of wiping away the images that played through her mind's eye as she looked upon a demon most despised. Kurama silently approached her and wrapped one arm around her stomach and one around her shoulders.
"Tell me, why did you throw yourself into the flames that night? And why did you fight me so hard those first weeks?" Rhiannon sighed and nipped at his ear when he rested his head on her shoulder.
"That Luv, is what happens when you break my will and I have no reason to keep living."
"Always remember that you do now, alright?"
"Oh? And what reason would that be?"
"For us!" chorused all the voices of her friends. Rhiannon smiled around at them and snuggled into Kurama as far as she could. Glancing skyward, the only thing she could think of was to thank Koenma.
"Well you didn't exactly give me much in the way of options now did you?" Koenma said, watching her image on the screen. A proud grin covered his features though as he remembered and was glad for one of the most monumental decisions he had ever made his life. Turning to the small woman apparition next to him he motioned to the screen.
"Tell me, when did you ever figure out that one?"
"Even the most passive will become decisive when the pressure becomes to great."

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