Yes I am back! The reviews were a little dissapointing on the end of my last story *cough one cough* But never the less I would like to thank Kiara3rayerayepoo for the amazing review, cuz without it, this story would not have been published. So without further adue I give you; The dark priestess!
Maybe it was the emotion of the moment that made her overlook things; maybe it was because her thoughts were so jumbled. Maybe in the end it just didn't matter why; she knew deep down something was wrong.
She knew it even as Kurama and herself parted with the others could feel a strange unease as they climbed the stairs to Kurama's apartment. She didn't know exactly why her curse marks flared up at that moment, or why the room suddenly felt so hot.
She leaned on a wall inside Kurama's doorway, barely heard Kurama turn and call her that name again, worriedly.
It was strange; up until now she hated that little pet name Hideyoshi had given her, but when he said it her heart skipped a beat. The way he said it was like it was the most precious, beautiful thing in the world.
She would have blushed at that thought had the world not begun to spin around her, she felt a cool hand on her forehead followed by a sigh.
Pathetic
That's what she was; weak and pathetic.
She struggled to stand and using the wall behind her eventually did, but it felt like she had just done a marathon in doing so.
"Hara-san" she growled; there he went again, saying that damn name in that damned velvety voice that made her damned heart skip. Damn!
She took a step forward, only to lose her balance and fall with a loud thud against the wall. "Hara-san, you have a fever. I think you overdid it when you were fighting Hideyoshi." She heard him say, but she was busy mentally cursing herself.
"I-I'm fine, don't be silly." She said, but even she knew that was a lie and he was most certainly right; sure she was fine spiritually, but physically? Not so much.
Physically she was exhausted, 'Guess this is my bodies' way of punishing me for pushing it.' She thought sardonically. Yuhara outwardly sighed; she refused to look at him as she said this. "Your right, I did over do it. But I believe this is mostly due to my marks, they were attached to Hideyoshi. So why haven't they disappeared yet?"
She didn't voice her other concern, mostly because she didn't want to believe it herself. No. she would keep that part to herself for now. The idea of him still being alive scared her more than she would like to admit.
She looked up as Kurama placed his hand on her shoulder, startling her. Seeing his surprise she blushed and looked away, he didn't know what that man did her body, and she wasn't about to tell him. It made her sick just thinking about it.
"Hara-san" he said again, though his voice seemed to have changed slightly, it was deeper. She looked up unsure of what she just heard and almost got lost in those emerald eyes of his. Suddenly her eye lids became heavy from the weight of her exhaustion; she blinked a few times then looked back at Kurama.
Only to rub her eyes and blink a few times more, 'Now I know I'm tired, I mean I couldn't have….' Her thoughts trailed off as she looked again, and it was indeed true. She was not looking into Kurama's emerald green eyes anymore; they were now a haunting citrine shade that seemed to burn with their own light as they locked with hers.
Yuhara's heart thumped in her chest as they continued to stare at each other, she wanted to say something but the force of his gaze clamped her vocal cords. Another startling thing happened in her peripheral vision, she had to stifle a gasp; Kurama's hair was turning silver.
Kurama wasn't sure what happened, but suddenly after he put his hand her shoulder and saw her jump slightly a strange possessiveness came over him. Though a part of him was angry at the sudden realization in his mind he was mostly surprised.
He didn't mind as his hand slowly caressed its way up to her bright red cheek, it was like something else was controlling his actions. Actions he knew he shouldn't do, but at the moment didn't care in the least about.
He needed to feel her.
His thumb made circles over soft skin of its own accord; the feel was like bliss in his mind. He was in such bliss that he didn't notice his hands and nails elongate into claws, and his hair turn from red to sinfully silver.
Kurama thought of nothing but the feel of her skin, even as her eyes widened and see began to visible tremble. He suddenly wondered what it would feel like to touch her silky raven black strands on her head.
His other hand slowly creeped up her arm and entangled itself in her hair, Yuhara's voice barely registered in his blissful trance. "K-Kurama?" he felt himself shake his head and lean in close to her ear. "Youko."
He heard her gasp as he nibbled on her earlobe; she put her hands on his chest and attempted to push him away. "K-Kurama, stop." He shook his head again and yanked her hair toward the wall behind her as he nipped and licked his way down her neck.
"Say my name, Yuhara…" she pushed on his chest again, "N-No…get off me!" she said with more vigor than before. He chuckled as he made his way down her neck and to her collar, there he nipped it lightly causing her to gasp.
The sound only spurred him on as he moved his hand from her face down to the middle of her back and dug his claws into her, pushing her torso toward him. But more importantly her luscious chest.
In the back, more rational side of his mind he knew this was wrong and could smell her tears, but he wasn't thinking with that part of his mind, or even that part of his anatomy for that matter. He licked his way down from her collar to her cleavage.
Her strangled cry made him jump, both mentally and physically.
Kurama blinked a few times as he realized he was not downstairs, not molesting Yuhara, and wasn't consumed by a powerful need to possess her. In fact it wasn't even that time of day anymore. It was late in the night, and the only physical contact he had with said girl was his hand tightly clenched in hers as she lay sound asleep on the bed in front of him.
As he sat in a chair by the bed he blushed as he came to a realization, he had had a very dirty dream. Kurama had always heard of others having such dreams, but he himself had never experienced it, until now that is with the person sleeping in front of him.
She must have taken a bath because the dirt and blood that once coated her skin was gone, and she smelled like fresh lavender. What wounds she received in battle were now bandaged, though he couldn't remember her doing any of that.
This perplexed and scared him more than anything.
Kurama sighed as he ran a hand down his face; she felt her turn toward him and placed her hand over his. Her serene face was more than enough to clear his worries from his mind; finally he decided that it was best to contemplate that in the morning.
Slowly he stood and carefully untangled their hands, tucking hers under the blankets he walked to the door. He stopped just before leaving the room and looked back, the moon shone on the bed illuminating her black hair and making her seem angelic.
He silently wished her sweet dreams and left without making a sound.
So there ya go! Thought i'd torment Kurama and Yuhara a little here. I hope its good, I kept laughing while i wrote this part cuz I'm not that good with umm parts like that. Anywho, thats the first chapter. Please R&R! it makes me happy inside and fuels my inspiration! LOVE ya!