E.H.

Welcome to Beautiful Disaster. Before we get too far ahead, a quick warning to all readers. This fiction is meant to be a rather emotional one; it will probably have some fairly dark themes and is indeed rated M for a very good reason. This story came to me recently and it was write or suffer with it in my head for a long time. This is the opening chapter, so it will be short.

Disclaimer: I do not own the original plotline of Yu Yu Hakusho nor any of its characters therein. I do own my own character and the situations. Thank you.

Too Easy to Fall

The sun rose and I with it. A brief glance to my left was instant regret as I slid from between the sheets. It was always like this. I slid my dress back onto my skin and zipped it quietly yet quickly. My fingers ran through my tangles, giving the wavy hair an appearance of casual sexiness. Hooking the heels on my fingers, I padded to the door as silently as I could. My hand touched the nob, beginning to turn it slowly.

"Will you not even say goodbye?"

I froze and grimaced, turning slowly back to confront those eyes. As I faced him, I felt my pulse speed up at the sight of his half-naked front. He held his head while lying on his side, facing me. Such an angelic façade, yet I knew what lied beneath. I knew the monster that could rise to the surface and take over in only a brief moment. What could I say? An all knowing smirk spread over his luscious lips as he chuckled.

"Come here, Nariko."

My feet moved without my permission. Bastard. He knew how to control me with a few words and I would come running; always. Like a puppet being played with on strings; I crawled back onto the bed. His hands were in my hair; his lips on mine. He commanded me; ruled me with touch and sensations. I rolled with him as my dress was removed with expert haste. I never bothered with underwear anymore. Why place useless fabric on my body when he would merely own me in a few hours? Why place more between us when he could always bridge that gap in moments? I moaned and pressed into him as he touched my most intimate place. Writhing, I screamed when he pressed inside me. He set such a frantic, almost painfully rough pace. I had no choice but to give up. Our hips collided repeatedly in an angry crescendo until I couldn't breathe. My body surrendered fully as he overrode my senses with such intense, raw pleasure. I couldn't scream if I wanted to. I had no air in my lungs to expel as my body pulsated in white-hot throb after throb. An intense explosion of heat spread inside me. My chest rose and fell constantly as I tried to roll over and away from him. I needed to breathe; I needed to escape. I needed to think; I needed more. I sat up and crushed my lips on his. He responded instantly, pulling me tightly to him. He rolled us until he was under me and drove his hips up into mine. I purred and dragged my nails down his chest slowly. His eyes closed as his head fell back into the pillows. Oh, kami…he felt so good. He always felt so perfect in me. His hands on my hips, urging me to ride him fast and hard, were all the encouragement I needed. I threw my head back and let my own inner beast loose. Sounds that I couldn't have made under normal circumstances clawed free of me as we used one another's body to reach that carnal place. I couldn't think about anything but the feelings he provoked inside me. When I came again, it was forceful and made my soul bleed. I still moved as he continued to thrust until he exploded inside me again. I heard my name roll off his tongue making my spine shudder. I fell limply to the side of him as I gulped air. He rolled to his side after he finally regained his breath. His fingertips dragged lazy circles over my flesh as he stared at my face. I didn't dare look at him. I couldn't. His chuckle made me instantly ready again. His hand settled on my cheek and turned my head to look into his eyes. My heart cried in rage as he made me do what I couldn't; what I shouldn't. It wasn't fair. The tenderness he showed me was unfair. I wanted to hit him. I rose my hand to hurt him only to lay it on his face with the same tenderness he touched me.

"I hate you." I began to sob. He pulled me to his chest and cradled me. He never said anything as he held me. If I'd never met him, I'd never have known this. If I'd never known him, I'd never have lived fully. Damn it all to hell.

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Erika Hearken