A/N: I probably shouldn't start a second story but I really adore Youko/Kagome as a pairing and there just isn't enough of those.

If you have any tips or desires for my story let me know! Anyways, enjoy!

I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho!

Revised~

Chapter 1

When it came to falling in love with the wrong person, Kagome was a pro. Inuyasha was her longest friend in the Feudal Era and crushed her as often as he tried protecting her. She felt her cheeks flush red as she stormed away from their home village, she was both humiliated and furious.

"He is SO aggravating! SO possessive AND RUDE! Who does he think he is? Telling me he wants to keep me all to himself as he goes off and fools around with Kikyo!" Kagome couldn't help the stream of harsh words as she made her way into the thick woods. She needed time and space to clear her head from that mutt she hated to adore.

It's been a long 3 years searching for the Jewel. The young naïve Kagome was long gone and instead, there stood a fighter with a fiery but compassionate spirit. Her body had finally filled out over the years, giving her nice hips and a tiny waist to match her perfect physique. Her schoolgirl uniform has been replaced by a navy blue halter top that clung to her contracting muscles. The bottom fell down into loose pants that appeared to be a dress when she remained stationary. Her back remained exposed as her pants moved with her slowing pace. The outfit allows agility and precision; too much material can get you caught in trees or worse, by your opponent. Mistakes like those she seldom makes. As she walks deeper into the beautiful forest, her hair moves from side to side. It has grown over the years and now waterfalls down her back to her waist. It remains jet black and her bangs favor the right, complimenting her heart shaped face. Her blue eyes were lit with anger as she crossed her arms across her chest and peered up at the full moon. It's been a long day, her two Katanas felt heavy at her sides. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes and let her mind drift away from Inuyasha.

"I wonder how Sesshomaru is doing" Kagome wondered out loud.

About a year and a half ago she was actually kidnapped and saved by the lord himself. Shortly afterwards he concluded that her weakness disgusted him and began to train her, and boy did he. He didn't go soft on her for one day. Bloody and bruised for 6 months straight and her fighting technique has been perfected. After she departed, they promised to remain allies and if the time came they needed assistance, they should seek the other out without hesitation. She viewed the lord somewhat as an older brother now.

Glancing at her hands she let them glow slightly with pink. The warm power coursing through her veins, she closed her eyes and let out another low sigh. Her miko powers were flawless as well. By meditating she was able to come into contact with Midoriko, who trained her on healing, forming barriers, and instant purification. She was a double threat, a Miko and a Warrior, just like the legend herself.

Glancing away from her palms she began to admire the field of beautiful flowers that surround her, they were breathtaking. It's as though they have been calming her down, without her even noticing. They were calling to her, yearning for her touch; albeit strange, she complied with their wishes. Caressing their petals tenderly, thoughts about Inuyasha were long gone.

Pulling away from the flowers and letting her arms drop, she decides to finally address the eyes that have been watching her from afar. His scent and Ki were masked, quite well too, but she knew better.

"You can come out now" she spoke up coolly.

Her statement was met with a small thud as he dropped from the tree a few paces away.

"Miko Do you not value your life enough to turn around?" He hissed; causing her to roll her eyes.

"You may be a demon but you are of no threat to me" she replied coldly as she started to walk away, grazing the flowers ever so lightly with her fingertips.

Within a nano second he stood before her. He was at least half a foot taller than her and he calmly stared her down. Obviously offended at her lack of emotion towards him, he couldn't help but wonder; who does this miko think she is?

"Look at me."

His demand was low but firm.

Looking up blue clashed with gold and her stomach dropped. He looked so much like Inuyasha but at the same time, appeared deadlier. She looked him over once, noticing his tall and muscular figure. He flashed a smirk, clearly pleased about being the center of her attention. A small blush kissed her cheeks as she continued to observe the silver demon. Looking up she noticed just how long his silky silver hair was and how his rectangular ears adorn his head. She let out an exasperated groan, wiping his smirk right off his face. His silver hair and ears were all too familiar for her taste as she decided to swear off all silver haired demons. The demons' smirk faded as she returned eye contact without one drop of fear in her blue orbs.

When he first laid eyes on her, he couldn't help but follow her. There was something about how she clenched her fist and rambled about kami knows what, that caught his attention. There was also something about her vanilla flavored scent that made his mouth water. Her blue eyes immediately make his stomach tighten with desire. She was a vixen and she was going to be his.

"You're standing in my way, kitsune."

He raised an eyebrow at the lack of respect she held for him. She knew who he was, right? Stepping closer to her, his eyes narrowed as he hovered over her.

"And you're standing in my garden."

She let out a small chuckle, starling him. Is she really laughing?

With a flick of his wrist the flowers sprang to life reaching for its prey. She lifted her hand, forming an immediate barrier; careful not to apply any purifying powers into it. The flowers snapped and bit, but never reached their target.

"Your garden is so beautiful. You don't want me to purify it to a crisp, now do you?"

Her response was leveled and challenging, she was definitely a rare gem, he concluded, and he won't stop till he gets her. Not a hint of fear tinted her tone as she put her barriers down. The flowers quit snapping when they sensed a lack of hostility radiating off of the Miko. With another flick of his wrist, he attempted to control his flowers and send them to attack but with no success. She turned towards the flowers, sliding her long elegant fingers across their petals. He could feel how the flowers yearn for her pure and harmless touch. The flowers all but failed him; they have never disobeyed their master.

Without looking towards him she spoke tenderly, "What is your name, kitsune?"

"Why should I tell you priestess," he replied sharply.

She looked up and he noticed a pinch of defiance in her eyes. "Very well then Kitsune. If you desire to be so difficult then I shall depart" she said as she turned to go. Youko was annoyed at this point and wanted her to just go; but then that would mean she won and Youko never loses.

She was already a few steps away from him when he commanded his roots to wrap around her ankles. Within seconds he was behind her, pulling her beautiful long tresses from her ear he whispered, "Very well then miko, I'll tell you my name."

He lets his claw trace down her neck to her shoulder slightly as she remained frozen in place by the sudden breach of privacy. Her eyes closed as he all but purred into her ear, "My name is Youko Kurama."

Sending a shiver down her spine, he smiled at her uncontrollable reaction. He was finally satisfied. He's been so focus on hunting for valuable treasures that he has rejected the art of seduction, however he hasn't lost his touch after all.

She doesn't move as she replies, "Ah, the infamous Youko Kurama. What a pleasure." Her tone dripped with slight sarcasm, earning a displeased frown from Youko.

"My kit admires you."

His thought process came quick, she must have a mate but her scent states otherwise. Letting the roots slide from her feet she began to walk silently through the field; her hair swaying so elegantly in the wind, he had to watch her go. Turning around he noticed those beautiful blue eyes shining mischievously.

"Don't look so grim Youko, he's adopted. Not like you have a chance anyways" she says with a lazy wavy over her shoulder as she continued to walk away.

Youko couldn't help but smirk, his fangs dangerously showing. She really is something else.

But did she really think he didn't have a chance? That was the wrong thing to say to the notorious thief. He always got what he wanted, whether he stole it or not was another story. He watched as she disappeared through the trees. Her scent lingering in the air as he breathed her in. She was going to regret challenging him. He'll make sure of it. Running a clawed hand through his hair realization struck.

He never even got her name.

A/N:

Here's the first chapter. I hope you like it. I'm not sure where I'm going to bring a plot in. I don't want this story to be all fluffy, I want to bring in blood and despair as well as hardships. If you have any ideas let me know.

It's not technically AU but she most likely won't go back home. Also there is no Kurama on her original side of the well, per say. I'm keeping this in the Feudal Era. I'll probably do a Sango/Miroku pairing because who doesn't love them?

I can, however, do a Kuronue/Sango pairing if you guys dig it. I think it would be pretty cool to write.

AnywaysReview, Review, Review!