A/N: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho; I only own my OC(s) and my storyline! I'm sorry guys, I know I haven't updated The Undine in a while, but the plot bunnies have attacked me! I just could seem to shake this one. But don't worry; I have another chapter coming up for The Undine. I just had to get this out of my head and onto the web first. Thank you guys! Hope you enjoy.
P.S As a fair warning, this is exploring the darker side of Kurama's personality; this is no walk in the park. This has a possible trigger warning, please be aware and use your best judgment as to whether or not to proceed.
He supposed it was the way she smelled that first caught his attention. The smell of summer rain mixed with something decidedly earthy like fresh fallen leaves, underneath a soft subtle perfume of pomegranate and pink peonies, among other man-made smells, like the vanilla in her body wash or the citrus shampoo she seemed to favor. There was also something mixed in with her scent that made the predator in him smile and stir. This made her scent unique, enough to stand out to him on a crowded train car. She was pleasantly distracting, a break from his ordinary day. True to his nature as a fox, he curiously sought out the owner of the feminine scent. His keen sense of smell pinpointed her in no time, and he studied her discreetly.
She stood towards the back of the car, her back facing him. Standing at approximately 175 cm tall, she was much taller than the average Japanese woman. She was also a blonde, her hair falling in white blonde waves to her waist, shining in the late afternoon rays of sun. How odd. He sniffed in her direction again. No chemicals had been used on her hair to dye it that shade of blonde, she was a natural blonde. So, she definitely wasn't Japanese. American, maybe? The train hit a bump unexpectedly, and she was facing him, stumbling into a business man, apologizing in Japanese that was rather fluent, except for the accent that made her stumble over certain words. She bowed apologetically and smiled at the business man pleasantly, straight white teeth gleaming. She was what Youko would call average. To him, she was pretty in an exotic way. Her nose was straight, her lips a little on the thin side. Her eyes though were large, and a lovely shade of pale blue, another rarity in Japan. He watched as she grabbed the handle to signify that her stop was next. He reached out before he could stop himself, grabbing onto a handle as well. Three stops too soon.
He followed her, getting off the train at the same time as her, and shadowing her steps as she left the station. Her hips were wider than what he was used to, with a round bottom, while her top half was smaller, reminding him of a pear. Her height came from her legs, long and lean, currently in a pair of printed leggings that drew attention to them. It wasn't until he was within 10 yards of her that he realized why she smelled so very good to him. Up close, she had an undercurrent in her scent, barely noticeable, he suspected, unless you were right next to her. Even with heightened senses. She smelled of water and woods, and a small woodland creature he was currently having trouble identifying, strangely enough. He made the mistake of getting too close, and when she tossed a curtain of white blonde waves over her shoulder, he was hit full force in the face with her scent. The smell of prey that close to him, when he was caught unawares, and wanting, prompted his next actions. It was surprisingly easy for him to forget himself in that moment. He had already pulled her into a dingy alleyway and shoved her up against the brick wall before she knew what was happening. Those blue eyes had widened comically, lips parted to scream when he had trapped her between the wall and his body. Youko, who had previously only been watching from the back of their shared mind with mild interest, was now very much present in the forefront of their mind. Taking in the site of her, hair strewn about her shoulders and chest heaving up and down rapidly.
"You've been up to no good Kurama; people might start to think I'm a bad influence on you."
He was inclined to agree with the fox, but couldn't quite bring himself to care at this particular moment. She had raised her hands defensively, seeming to move in slow motion. Kurama knew that the fox would see this as a challenge and might want to toy with her; he had to put his metaphorical foot down.
"Youko..." He trailed off warningly.
Youko had chuckled darkly and shoved Kurama's consciousness to the side.
"Relax, kid. I won't do anything she won't like."
Youko could always appreciate prey that fought back.
I had not been expecting this. At all. Squirming fervently, I tried shoving this man's unmovable body away from my person. My hands met the planes of his toned chest, desperately pushing, scratching and trying to force more space between our bodies. He pressed his nose flush against the base of my neck, inhaling deeply, following the column of my throat up to the bottom of my jaw line. He made a quiet noise that almost sounded like a whimper mixed with a growl, his left hand finding purchase in my long hair, tugging my head back harshly, exposing more of my tender and vulnerable neck to him. He bit me then, none-too-gently, on my right side, teeth scraping at me, not breaking the skin, but bringing blood rushing the top layer of my epidermis. Again he bit me, still not breaking skin, instead pressing rushed and heated kisses to the mark that I just knew was already starting to form, pulling it into his mouth, sucking harshly against the reddened skin, and running his tongue along the sensitive blotch of flesh. My sounds of distress were quickly covered with his other hand as he pressed himself more firmly against my front, my back digging into the brick wall that was supporting my body. He made quick work of exploring the flesh that was being presented to his eager mouth, switching back and forth between my right and left side. My fists struck out at him, connecting time and time again, but seemingly doing no damage.
He suddenly sunk his teeth into a spot just below my left ear, and my train of thought just stopped, my body going stock still and my eyes blurring a little. A sound that was utterly wanton and foreign to my ears ripped its way up my throat, passing the hand that was still covering my mouth, high pitched and keening, surprising the both of us. He paused his actions to pull back and look at me, and for the first time I got a really good look into his eyes, emerald green with stunning flecks of gold, hazy and more than a little unfocused.
A slow, dangerous smile (that would have been unbearably sexy under any other circumstances) spread across his face, and he dove back to that spot, attacking it with a new vigor, roughly raking his top teeth across it, then pulling it into his mouth to nibble and suck at it greedily, stealing another breathy cry from my lungs. Hands that had previously been pushing him away, now clutched at his jacket in fistfuls, before racing across his chest in a nervous flutter. Chuckling darkly, he moved from my neck to my jaw, nipping it playfully, travelling up to the corner of my mouth, kissing all the way around it, the tip of my nose, both my temples, my chin, everywhere except my lips. He pulled back again to gaze down at me, I suddenly felt breathless, and a little too aware of him. He seemed pleased with what he saw, a self-satisfied smirk taking up residence on his face. He gave me a predatory smile, and then his mouth was covering mine. His kiss was impatient and demanding, his mouth dominating mine.
Startled, I jerked my head back, but the hand in my hair at the base of my skull kept me planted firmly in place. He overwhelmed my senses, the only thing I could feel, his masculine solidness pressing into my feminine softness firmly. The only thing I could smell, he smelled like freshly turned soil, and the bark of trees in autumn, I could smell the soap he used, masculine and clean. The only thing I could hear was his heart, beating just as rapidly as my own. My eyes dropped closed of their own accord. And as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, the only thing I could taste was him, wild and unchecked. He bent me to his will with no problems; I would bend as long as he kept kissing me like I was the only woman on Earth. The hand that had been over my mouth, idly hovering under my chin after he'd started kissing me, slid down my side to wrap around my hips, pulling me further into his trap, and I was his willing victim. I felt a hardness pressing into the side of my thigh and my mind came crashing back into reality. I don't even fucking know this guy!
Flailing wildly, pounding my fists against him, I felt panic really setting in, like a cold weight settling in the pit of my stomach and spurring my limbs into panicked thrashing. Fight or flight instincts kicking in, I shoved hard, catching him off guard and allowing me the time to get some serious space between us, ending up on the other side of the alleyway, leaning upon the opposing wall and trying desperately to catch my breath.
"Look, I don't know who the hell you are, but you can't go around pinning women on alley walls trying to kiss them senseless. It's assault." My voice came out shaky and husky, taking all the venom packed in those words out of the picture entirely.
"I wasn't trying." His voice came across like chocolate for the ears, smooth, dark and oh so tempting.
"What?" Brows furrowing in confusion and wrapping my arms around my middle, I waited for his answer.
"I was kissing you senseless, not trying to." He gave me a perverse grin causing color to flood into my already flushed face.
"Fucking asshole." Switching back to English, I flipped him a certain one finger salute.
"I certainly hope that is a serious offer, I accept." My jaw dropped before I could stop it.
"It wasn't, you asswipe. Keep yer freakin' hands to yourself." My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
"I was under the impression that you rather liked when I let my hands wander." He smirked impishly at me, long red hair framing his face. If he hadn't just dragged me into an alleyway and had his wicked way with me, I would have found him extremely attractive. Even though he kept his hair longer than I normally liked.
"Well, you were wrong. Stay the hell away from me, you fuckin perv." After tossing the jab in English at him; I turned and sprinted towards the opening of the alley he'd pulled me into. He didn't pursue me. Glancing back, I caught green eyes that held a hell of a lot more gold flecks than they had a minute ago. He licked his lips slowly, making sure I caught every motion. A shudder that wasn't unpleasant ran down my spine. He smiled.
Call me a coward, but I ran before I could be pulled back in.
A/N: Just for a visual, in the face I see the OC looking similar to the lovely Ms. Saoirse Ronan, just different body types. Peace out girl scouts!