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Main A/N: Greetings all! I adore hetero crossovers fics and even yaoi too, but since the yuri and shoujo-ai is lacking I decided to go out on a limb here and make a small collection of yuri/shoujo-ai one shots involving the Yu-Yu girls and the Inu-girls. If F/F pairings bother you than this fic is not for you.

Title: Ferment Flowers
Author: Adorkablebanana
Genre: Yuri, shoujo-ai,crossovers, romance, one shot

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho/InuYasha
Rating: M
Summary: Behind the curtains, behind the secrecy of doors sometimes the appeal to do the wicked is very strong. ShizuruxKagome.

A/N: This is the slightly less raunchy version. Full version is on AFF dot net.

Clandestine

The phone's stubborn continuous ringing refused to reside.

The ringing increased, stretching out the last bit of her patience over the end. Couldn't the damn phone ring later?

Giving into the stubborn caller, Kuwabara Shizuru, with much displeasure (hence her grunting unceremoniously) reached over toward the phone receiver, clipping the phone from its dwelling. "Hello?" She did nothing to diffuse the displeasure slurring in her tone.

"Shizuru, where have you been! I phoned your cell phone nearly twenty times for hours. Where are you! I looked everywhere for you! I even had Yuusuke, Kurama and Yukina help me look for you!"

Ah. Apparently her little cut and run scheme did little to evade others attentions. How endearing to have her friends, family and acquaintances worry over her wellbeing. She smirked, touched—but in a sarcastic manner by the simple gesture.

"Nowhere, nowhere. I…Been around," Shizuru started, deciding to cynically beat around the bush. Interruptions have their penalties to compensate for, she thought airily.

"Been around! Sis, stop acting like a bitch and tell me where you've gone. Don't make me go looking for your ass and you know I will find it" Kuwabara barked in barely suppressed rage.

Shizuru held the phone outstretched on reflex, recognizing her younger brother's loud tantrums on cue. His undignified rants through the phone could make anyone go deaf. She forgotten the sheer pitch his vocal cords could be raised up to—even though she of all people shouldn't forget so damn easily—everything he uttered was always in a loud tone. Whispering was unheard of to him.

"Are you threatening me?" her tone dipped further into her notorious stern level, slowly losing the placid air.

Where does her baby brother get off threatening her? Her, his guardian and parental figure,of all people? If anyone was going to threaten somebody, it was her and her only.

"I…" he faltered, taking Shizuru's angry tone into consideration. Standing up to her strained the boundaries of his current wellbeing. His sister doesn't handle rebellion on his behalf greatly. Well, anything remotely negative towards her to be exact. She's very strict with him. And his pushy form of approaching her just toughened her on her standpoint. "Look—I—just tell me where the hell you are. I'm worried about you and you not telling me squat is making me more suspicious you're doing something wrong," Kuwabara insisted, this time around with a softer edge to his tone.

Pursing her lips together, she regarded him for a moment, staring bored at the phone clutched in her hand. She breathed, "I don't think so."

"Why the hell not! Where the—"

"I simply am too damn lazy to tell you, that's all. And besides, it's an invasion of privacy on your sister, baby brother. You need to respect that."

Her answer seemed to further upset her brother. Her dry response and tendency to be evasive about her personal things and refusal to shed light into his worries so he can at least know she's okay added to Kuwabara's frustrations.

She imagined the fetching glare flushing his frowning face. She began chuckling a little, amused by the picture of her younger sibling's flustered face envisioned in her mind.

Prolonging his insufferable fit seemed attractive to string on should she feed the petty temptation. She smiled and then weakly the corners of her mouth sagged down to a small frown weighed by stabs of guilt.

'Damn,' she thought. Despite her strict manner in disciplining him and her constant teasing, she did care about him so much that if anything were to hurt him, it would hurt her ten times more.

And, without further ado, she put an end to his stubborn interrogations, interrupting like a spear that was chucked straight into a running animal through his speech of responsibility. "All right already, all right. Calm the hell down. I'm in Hiroshima in—"

"WHAT! What the fuck are you doing in Hiroshima?" exclaimed his booming voice through the receiver. She scowled. Cringing each time his piercing voice flared up.

"Damn it, I'm getting there!" she hissed, authorizing him to lower his loud mouth before her anger excelled and her ears would start ringing.

She wanted to prevent her beside occupant loud disturbances that will result in walking up and feeling very grouchy. "I'm in Hiroshima on a business trip for the next project or are you deaf?" Shizuru bellowed.

Unable to resist her quick to cut and finish attitude, Kuwabara's childish tantrums would increase tenfold and she quickly nipped the bud on the conversation. "I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon so keep your ass under control."

To this piece of information he was harassing her for over 10 minutes by now, Kuwabara simmered down a couple of notches—even though the action did little to smooth over the detained nasty attitude coming to the surface and wanting free reign. "All right, fine. But no more 'away trips' without notice, Sis."

Chuckling light-heartedly, Shizuru tugged at the bed sheets to cover her nude shoulders. "You're so selfish at times, baby brother," she said and then she grinned hearing his indignant reaction. "You know I can't live without you, dumbass. I'll call you in the morning when to pick me up at the airport, got it? Later."

She hung up before he could say anything else. She has had enough to last her for the night. She was going to see him tomorrow, anyways.

At least the guilt swirling her chest seconds earlier subsided.

"That was pretty brash of you to hang up so fast."

Shizuru turned to flash a brazen smile in the woman's direction, looking pretty lax and lethargic, who was reaching over for Shizuru's hand.

"Well, Kagome, I made myself pretty clear to my dear little brother when I'm returning so there's no need for lectures."

"Crude as usual," Kagome stated heedless of Shizuru's brash mannerisms and her quick-tongue. She always found an attraction for headstrong, loud, aggressive and fearless people. Man or woman, it didn't matter. It was tantalizing all the same.

Arching a slender brow, she poked Kagome on her ribs enough to get her to sit up and be on her eye level. "And what of it? It never stopped you from—"

"That's not the principle of the matter, Shizuru," said Kagome, cutting Shizuru off and adding, "The point is that the attitude you have, we can do better with less of it."

"In other words you don't want me to get rid of it because it turns you on," Shizuru leaned in, pressing chilling, feathery kisses along the column of Kagome's slender neck. Kagome fluttered her eyes close, slipping a hand behind Shizuru's neck, with her calloused yet delicate fingers threading through the soft hazel hair spilling down Shizuru's back. "Aren't I right?"

"Most likely," Kagome whispered, concentrating on her next set of words, "it can do better with less, or at least for the sake of Kuwabara's mercy." Kagome's free hand trailed downward to rest on a perked breast. Kagome's callous fingers knead the stiff nipple tauntingly, extracting out a muffled hiss from Shizuru. "Do you want me to do it again?"

Shizuru scooted closer. The bed covers sliding off her bare flesh from the waist up. "Definitely," she breathed.

Two hands now resting on Shizuru's pair of sizable breasts, Kagome's hands worked their magic on them. Caressing softly, Kagome's thumbs moved in soothing, circular motions on Shizuru's perked nipples.

Shizuru's tongue darted in sensuous strokes along the rim of her lover's collarbone, having difficulty proceeding to further explore this beautiful woman's feverish flesh as the feeling, the touches, and feathery strokes stimulate her.

She left her ministrations incomplete as the quaking fervor of lust was drawing in her body inch by inch. "God, that feels good," Shizuru murmured her bliss, arching her back unconsciously.

"Come closer then," Kagome tilted her head a bit; angling for contact. And then, she, figuratively speaking of course, devoured Shizuru's lips with her own.

Fluttering her eyes closed, giving in—Shizuru, caught in the moment, lowered them back down onto the bed. She dipped her tongue in Kagome's warm, sweet mouth subtly tasting of the fruit they ate earlier.

Shizuru submerged into the engulfing sense tingling her down to her numbed, curled toes. Her nimble hand flung the covers aside in a heap, exposing Kagome's wanton bare form underneath.

The sequence began.

Delicate shivering hands explored private warm, wet areas, slowly and gently taking the sweet time to caress exposed skin. Shizuru tongued her way down Kagome's soft plump breasts. Shizuru's experienced handle and care of the beautiful woman's body created the flooding, intoxicating heat as she ran her lips and tongue down Kagome's taut abdomen—ignited those delicious tremors of lust quickly spreading all over like wild fire.

Far too quiet for her personal pleasure, Shizuru came behind Kagome and slipping her slender arms around Kagome's small waist. She pulled Kagome to her, resting her chin on her shoulder. Sighing, she breathed in the musky scent of sweat and 'feminine aromas' clinging to Kagome. Shizuru closed her eyes. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, nothing important. You know, just thinking…About us."

"Us?" Shizuru cracked an eye open. "What about us?"

"And here I thought a girl could pick up things much faster than a man can. Shame on you, Shizuru," Kagome commented nonchalantly.

Kagome walked over to the kitchen. She turned on the stove. Kagome added a sprinkle of oil to the pan. A small stem of steam floated across her field of vision.

"Don't go there, honey. I haven't the slightest clue what goes on inside that pretty head of yours every second of the day. ESP doesn't permit certain privileges," Shizuru defended herself. "If that were the case, I wouldn't bother to ask you, let alone make conversational topics with you if I was supposedly aware of your answer beforehand."

Kagome's soft lithe body felt very nice against her, Shizuru thought offhandedly.

"Right. Well, the 'woman's intuition' should kick in once and awhile you know. You really are something." She flipped the omelet over and another thicker cloud of steam puffed up. Shizuru's perked breasts meshed against her back, Kagome noted. She shunned away the urge to twist around and knead them within her hot, slightly sweaty palms. That would ruin her credibility to be known as the "serious one".

"Woman's intuition? Tch! Unlikely." Shizuru rolled her eyes all the while resisting the urge to giggle. "Come on, what's really bugging you?"

Kagome paused to shovel the mess of an omelet into the nearby plate with her spatula. "Here. Eat it." She shoved it in Shizuru's hands.

"Ouch! What's the big idea?" Shizuru narrowed her eyes at Kagome's retreating form.

Just why the hell did this twat all of a sudden ram—very roughly—a hot ass plate of food in her chest?

"If you didn't want to make it you should have said something," Shizuru's irate tone said, slowly rising to bitch-mode. She didn't take attitude from anyone no matter how cute they were. She wasn't in the best of moods to fight with Kagome and especially not during their private time together.

Kagome reached over and snatched a can of soda from the refrigerator, slamming the fridge door close non-too-gently. She tossed the can at Shizuru and Shizuru caught the cold can before it hit her square in the face. "Thank you, darling, that was oh so very kind of you. I like dodging objects that can break my nose," she replied, sarcasm dripping heavily in her voice.

"I'm going to take a shower," Kagome concluded, turning on her heels, marching her way to the bathroom.

Shizuru set down her plate and can of soda down on the table, quickly tailing behind Kagome and managing to catch her wrist. She pulled her close to her slender, tall frame. "Not so fast there."

Kagome tried to detach away from Shizuru's snug grip on her wrists, insisting she needed to go cleanse herself alone in the bathroom. "Let go."

"I don't think so. Tell me what's wrong now," she asked. Shizuru looked down on her noticing the height difference between them. What can she say, she's a practically an Amazon.

Kagome huffed, all agitated, leaning her head on the woman's shoulder. She felt so exasperated. "I want to say you can be so dense at times, but I know for a fact you're not."

"Oh?" Shizuru released her merciless grip on Kagome's slender wrists and instead decided on placing them on Kagome's shoulder's instead. Her fingers slowly massaging the tense shoulders for the comfort of her lover.

"See what I mean." Kagome sighed, exhausted to tackle Shizuru's difficult nature. "'Oh.' Is that all you can say to me right now? I want to know what's to become of us after this. I want to know now."

'So it's this what plagues you?' Clarity came. Everything made sense now. Shizuru should've caught that one. She wasn't a dumb, clueless guy after all. Shizuru heaved a sigh, pulling Kagome closer into a much deserved embrace. "Oh man, Kagome, I can really be a nimrod sometimes. Sorry about that. I thought I told you already, but I guess it slipped my mind a while back. I don't know really, you tell me."

Kagome raised her head, slanting Shizuru a self-explanatory look. "Tell you? What do you want me to tell you? Kurama and I agreed on taking a break, but well…"

"And you miss the little devil don't you?" The obvious was stated.

"Sort of. He's not too bad a catch. He's a good guy despite his crazy demonic side." Kagome flashed a sheepish grin. "Yet…I want to stay with you."

Shizuru said nothing. She blinked spaciously, mulling over what Kagome said.

Kagome and Kurama were together for a while—since the end of middle school to be precise— and the fact stated they, no matter the plenty of times one or the other denies it, harbor a mutual sense of amorous feelings for each other. To clarify a little more, when things shot down with InuYasha because of the complicated time warp issue, Kagome was wrapped up in her second serious relationship, which was with Minamino Shuuichi, otherwise known as Kurama. They have taken a break and ironically enough Shizuru, herself, backed away from an old relationship concerning her longtime boyfriend, Tatsumi. Experiencing different things isn't sin.

Shizuru was of the open-minded sort. She liked a little bit of both. And somehow the two girls dated and ended up here, in a hotel, in Hiroshima. The posing question jutting out here is whether the little mix they have brewing will continue and how far will it stretch?

Shizuru felt uncertain in a variety of things. Kagome is a very cute girl and just her type, but her feelings—those annoying feelings that ruin it for all—still likes the bastard Tatsumi. Damn. This suddenly became a problem.

"Interesting because I want to also," Shizuru quietly replied.

"But I'm sensing you're not too positive about it," Kagome said. Kagome shared the same breed of tension exchanged amongst them. Kagome drew in Shizuru's fine chin, slashing her lips across the woman's. Kagome wanted her to agree, to say yes to her. Yes and nothing more.

"Kurama will be back."

"Yeah, but so will Tatsumi."

"What if none happens?" Shizuru said. The inquiry her utmost concern.

"Then," Kagome ran her hands in Shizuru's straight, light brown hair. "We will be together. Just wait to see what happens in the future," she said, finalizing it, all the while her gentle voice did its job at whisking away doubts.

The conveying yearning glittering in her half-lidded eyes, Shizuru inclined her head, succumbing to the whims of the girl in her arms evoked. "That's sounds just fine," her last word before her lips took in what was offered to her.

The End.