Red Hot
DemiDemocratik
Chapter One -- The Trap
The Youko traveled with ease. His light, thin legs daintily skipped off of the forest floor, the Makai was a deadly place at night. The redhead in his mind, hidden away in the harsh environment, refused to let that thought leave him for a single moment. A strange smell lofted the air. Finally, the Youko was concerned.
Youko, why are we here at all? I told you that this place was dangerous. You should have learned that when-
"I know, you ignorant redhead!" It sounded as if the Youko was talking to himself in a strange, demented world. "I lived here for hundreds of years. Don't think I am simply here to visit…" a gleam reached his golden orbs.
What are you thinking, Youko?
Kurama tentatively moaned. You're masking your thoughts and I need to know. I'm still you, you know… It sounded like the frightened voice of experience. Something was going to happen, like it always did. His companions, Hiei, Yusuke, Kuwabara, Koenma… all of them… were not there. There was no one but himself, in a way, to protect him. They were off living their lives. But Kurama, or Shuiichi, depending on who you are, ached for them. He longed for one more than the others. But, the Youko could simply care less. Something was happening to him that Kurama could not yet unravel."There are matters I need to… see to," replied the Youko darkly. "I suppose you'll see. I thought you would have figured it out by now, anyway." He smirked. The human in his head was thinking hard. He could hear it.
Youko, I don't like it when you do this. It's one thing when you plan for a project in the Makai, but simply another when I am sleeping and awake hear, in your head…
Then is when it dawned on him. That strange, familiar smell. He hadn't noticed it, but now he had. His other half was in heat. It was something that was even inflicted upon Kurama, at times, but not being a Youko, he stuck to the Human world at those times. He had someone to help him with that, but the Youko wanted someone different entirely. He was in a panic. Youko, Stop. This is dangerous. You know that!"Yes, I do," snarled the Youko in return. "I know that very well."
There was a long, strange silence. Nothing stirred. Everything, every corner, seemed to hide a strange secret, something dark and eerie. Kurama had a feeling, that if he were the one outside in that world, he would very much be quivering.
"Kurama," the Youko finally smirked. "Have you ever heard of 'Baiting the Trap?'" Kurama gasped, and found himself standing in the middle of the Makai.
Alone.
Rue: Woot! Demi's back in action!
Fog: Yep! Rue is standing on a box!
Rue: bashes Fog
Fog: whimper
Rue: CUT THE SHIT YOU'RE THE FRIGGIN' YOUKO PRINCE!
Fog: Owy my ear!
Rue: God, I hope Youko Kurama doesn't need any help from you any time soon…
Fog: HEY! Well… you hurt my ear… you know how big and sensitive they are…
Rue: So, you're weakness is your ears, huh? Hmmm….
Fog: 0.0
Demi: EEEE-YAAAAAA! Demi's back… back again! Demi's back, demi's back, na-na-na…
Rue/Fog: X.X
Demi: WAAAH! YOU DON'T LIKE MY SONG!
Rue: THE YOUKO PRINCE IS GAY!
Fog: WELL SO IS THE FRIGGIN' YOUKO, OKAY?
Rue: Heeehehehe! Foggy-woggy has FOUR daddies! Tee-hee! Youko and some dude, then Kurama and Hiei! HA!
Fog: wraps her in some deadly plant thingy author doesn't know what It's called…
Rue: XX blehhhhh…
Demi: Review me pleezes!