Kaykai: I don't have much to say, but thanks for the review demoncat13. And trust me; it will differ from the original. This chapter will prove it.

Summary: What if Kagome did not fall down the well, but her twin cousin Mizuki. Now four years has passed and Mizuki is stuck in the Sengoku Jidai. Naraku was defeated, but at a price. Instead of Miroku's wind tunnel vanishing, it spread and consumed both him and Kikyou. A grieving Sango and Inuyasha share a heated moment together, gradually falling in love. Mizuki, heartbroken, leaves with Shippou and encounters two youkai who claim her as their own. Is this her second chance at love or will she be subjected to pain and misery once more?

Disclaimer: I do not ow- okay this is getting ridiculous. I'm pretty sure that if I owned either Yuu Yuu Hakusho or Inuyasha, I would not be writing a fanfic about my own work!

"Talking"

Thoughts

Flashback


Second Chance


He's watched her for a month now. She has intrigued him the moment she stepped into his territory. From her long, wavy raven hair, to her innocent, angelic face, her generous curves, to her long, shapely legs. But what piqued his interest the most was her exotic eye color. Never before has he seen that shade of violet on a human. Those big, bright mauve eyes drew him to her like a moth to a flame.

His indigo eyes watched as she tended to the nekomata's wound, her full lower lip pulled between her white teeth. A smile spread over those pink lips when the neko gave her face a gentle lick and her laughter reached his sensitive ears as the child gave the neko a hug. He stiffened slightly when she snapped her amethyst eyes in his general direction, but relaxed as the woman turned back to the child, asking if he wished to visit someone. When the child bounded off with the neko, she stood her eyes cutting back into his direction, and her full lips pulled down into a frown.

"Okay, pal. I know you have been watching me. Come on out."

An amused smirk tilted at his lips, revealing a single, pearly white fang. "You are a lot sharper than I gave you credit for, miko." he allowed his ki to wrap around her own, letting her feel just how powerful he was. His smirk widened as he watched her eyes narrow warily and demand that he show himself. Granting her wish he leapt off of his shadowy perch in the trees, landing in front of her.


Mizuki could only stare at the tall intimidating being before her, and a small blush formed in her cheeks. Oh, he was beautiful. Long, black hair that was tied into a high ponytail, a chiseled jaw structure, lean muscular arms, which were wrapped in thick black bands, the dark vest he wore revealed his strong, well-toned chest, and his eyes. Kami, his eyes were gorgeous. Those deep indigo depths seemed to pierce right through her. He wore black pants and black boots of some sort. In fact, the only thing on this newcomer that wasn't black was a white cloth that fell to his ankles and the ruby colored pendant he was swinging about

"You know, miko, it's considered rude to stare." his voice was like velvet to her ears, though she could hear the smirk laced through it.

Snapping her eyes back up to his face, Mizuki tried to will away her burning cheeks. She had just openly gawked at him and was caught in the act. Once she was sure the redness of her face had diminished, she sneered at him. "Don't flatter yourself, youkai."

Youkai.

She knew that was his breed the moment he revealed himself to her, it wasn't just the youki she felt oozing from him, but his casual yet confident stance; the demonic double edge scythes at his waist; and the leathery koumori wings jutting from his shoulder blades. Most of all, he was too beautiful to be human.

That same amused smirk never left his face as he tucked the pendant inside his vest before he crossed his arms over his chest. "Feisty aren't we, Koneko?"

Her jaw twitched at the name. Koneko? Who the hell is he calling Koneko? Mizuki's lilac eyes flashed a brilliant silver as her reiki licked at her skin with her anger. Through gritted teeth she bit out, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?"

Before she could think the cold kiss of metal touched the skin of her arm. Mizuki gasped as she was suddenly yanked forward and she looked down, spotting one of the chained scythes wrapped tightly around her forearm. When did he draw his weapon? His deep throaty chuckles met her ears as she stared wide-eyed at the chain.

"I am Kuronue of the Scythe, and you are trespassing on my territory, Koneko-chan."

There was that infuriating nickname again. She has always hated and despised it. Ever since Naraku taunted her, calling her a weak and frightened kitten who bares its fangs and claws when it's cornered. The miko snapped, "My name is Mizuki! Higurashi Mizuki! Never call me 'Koneko' again! Now, let me go you…you…fruit bat!"

As soon as Mizuki had spoken the insult against the koumori youkai, she regretted it.

He pulled harshly on the chain, sending her sprawling to the ground. "Are you…" he raised the chain, "saying that I am…" twisting his wrist, he began to spin the chained scythe, lifting the young woman in the air, "a fucking fruit bat!"

Mizuki opened her mouth to scream, but her air was robbed as she collided into the trunk of a large, wide tree. Thick, red blood spurted out from between her clenched teeth as her spine cracked painfully. She closed her eyes when dark spots made her vision blurry and moaned in pain.

"Damn. Look what you made me do. I like to avoid harming women." the dark haired youkai fisted his clawed hand in her long hair, gazing at her pale features, "Especially ones as lovely as you." his dark indigo eyes narrowed at the crimson fluid that flowed down her chin in a small stream. It was tempting him.

The dark haired woman's eyes shot open when something wet and warm ran up her chin. She gaped. The koumori was slowly dragging his tongue up her face, lapping at the blood. "What are you-" her words were cut off as the youkai pressed his lips firmly over hers.

She clamped her mouth shut so that he couldn't plunge his wet organ inside. Heat flooded into her cheeks as he licked the blood off the seam of her lips. She was unable to stop from gaping in pain at the sharp nip at her lower lip.

Kuronue nearly groaned as he snaked his wet tongue passed her parted lips. She tasted of blood, her blood tasted like power. He wanted more. Licking her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and the insides of her cheek, he tasted more of the addicting flavor of her sweet crimson fluid.

Mizuki swallowed the bile that rose in her throat as tears stung at her eyes. She pounded her fists against the youkai's chest but he merely disregarded them, taking hold of her wrists and slamming them into the tree. A whimper escaped her throat when the koumori wrapped his tongue around her own, drawing it in his mouth. She winced when the sharp point of his fangs slit her tongue open and blood flowed.

The dark haired youkai had purposely scraped his fang along her wet muscle to cut it out and sucked on it to increase the blood flow. But it wasn't enough.

The young woman gasped in some much needed air when Kuronue suddenly broke away from her mouth. Her wine colored eyes widened when that same warm, we touch traced down her neck. "What are you doing? Stop that!" she struggled from beneath him, but he only growled and pressed her harder against the tree. Mizuki cried out in pain when the rough, ridged surface of the tree dung into the already bruising skin of her back.

His tongue found her pulse and his lips closed over it, sucking until the blood rose beneath the surface and left a bright red mark on her pale skin. Lifting his head, he whispered, "You know, I should kill you for trespassing and insulting me, but I have a better idea." he then sunk his into her, where her shoulder and neck met. He relished in the agony filled scream the woman release as her blood pooled in his mouth. He drunk greedily, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of that sweet liquid. "You now belong to me, Koneko. Never forget that." with that said, the koumori was about to gather her limp body in his arms when a shrill cry reached his ears.

"Kirara and I have finished packing!"

Kuronue cursed lowly at the closeness of the voice and the faint scent of the nekomata becoming stronger. Giving the bite on the woman's shoulder one last lazy lick, he stepped away. "Remember, you shall never get away. No matter where you try to hide, I will find you." the koumori spread his wings, "Now that you bear my mark." and took to the skies.

Mizuki brought a shaky hand to her still bleeding shoulder, calling out to Shippou to remain where he was and that she'd be there in a minute.


"So, Kuronue, did you take care of our trespasser?" a tall, silver haired youkai questioned. The large kitsune ears atop his head twitched slightly as his cold, calculating, gold eyes trained on the dark from of his second in command.

Dark indigo eyes bore back into his golden ones as the koumori youkai came into his line of view. A slow, mischievous smirk spread over his lips. "I took care of it, but I didn't kill her."

"Her?" a single silver brow rose until it was hidden beneath his long straight bangs. "Kuronue, don't tell me that you were seduced by a woman so that you wouldn't kill her."

Kuronue gave a deep throaty chuckle. "No, old friend, I've watched her for some time now and she intrigued me. She is a miko, a strong one. Not only that, she's quite lovely for a human. Long raven hair; full pink lips; large generous breasts; slim narrow waist; luscious hips and long legs; and her eyes. Those damn eyes were so beautiful. Violet. I've only seen that color on youkai, never on a human." he sighed almost wistfully.

It was the kitsune's turn to laugh. The shorter youkai sounded almost pitiful. "Kuronue, are you sure this miko didn't bewitch you. You so as if you are in love."

"There is no such thing as love!" Kuronue snarled, his fangs bared at the taller youkai and his eyes dark with anger. The kitsune should have known better than to say that. Love doesn't exist, only hate, betrayal, and deception. The dark haired youkai knows the pain of all three.

"Hai, sumimasen. So, what has become of the female"?

Kuronue schooled his face out of its current irate expression, but there was still a hint of a snarl in his tone when he spoke. "She had insulted me, causing me to do some damage to her and she bled. Kami, her blood tasted of power and was so fucking sweet. I gave her my mark, but before I could bring her back with me, the child and nekomata she was traveling with came."

The taller youkai frowned. Kuronue willingly gave a human his mark. What makes this woman so interesting? What has a mere miko, a being taught to hate and eliminate youkai, done to be worthy of his second-in-command's mark? "You marked her?" he was unable to stop the growl that was laced with his tone.

The koumori narrowed his dark eyes before a mischievous smirk slithered its way onto his lips. "Youko, are you jealous." the simple question was more of a statement.

Golden eyes widened a fraction of a millimeter before they narrowed, but the action didn't go unnoticed by Kuronue. "Nonsense! Why would I, Youko Kurama and the King of Thieves, be jealous of a mere human woman." he snarled lowly at the throaty chuckle the dark haired youkai released.

"We have been friends for a very long time now. Youko, we are even intimate with each other, I'm sure I would know if you are jealous." that same mischievous knowing smirk never left Kuronue's lips. "Old friend, do you feel threatened by her, because he bears my mark. Would you like if I shared her with you?"

Youko narrowed his eyes further as he took an intimidating step towards the koumori youki before him. "Why do you say that, old friend?" he hissed out the last part, his voice dropping in octave and pitch as his golden eyes filled with carnal lust.

"I see it in your eyes. Your curiosity is getting the best of you. You desire to place you mark upon her soft, delicate flesh. To sink your fangs into her throat and taste the power her blood has to offer." he unhooked his chain scythes and sliced through the deathly sharp vines the kitsune sent towards him. "Admit it, Youko, you are jealous of the female and feel threatened by her."

Youko snarled, gleaming white fangs bared at the shorter youkai. That damned koumori always could read him like a book. No matter how hard he tries to deny and hide something, Kuronue knew all his weaknesses to make him confess. "Shut up! If you will shut up I will admit."

Kuronue stepped forward so that he was in front of the kitsune and wrapped his arms around him loosely, "I'm listening." his lips grazing over the other male's as he spoke.

"All you say is true. I do feel threatened by the female you deemed worthy of your mark. I desire to see what interests you, to taste the power you say lies in her blood." Youko purred when Kuronue connected their lips together.

"There is no need to feel threatened by my little let. She doesn't wear the mark you are thinking of." the koumori whispered against his lips. "She will never take your place."

Youko place a slow, drugging kiss on Kuronue's mouth before dragging his down the shorter's throat. "Good." he nipped at the koumori's pulse and soothed it with his hot tongue. Another purr sounded at the back of the kitsune's throat when Kuronue racked his claws down his toga, shredding the white fabric. "We will go to her later." he said, backing them up to a bed made of vines.

Kuronue let out a throaty moan when Youko brushed his hardening erection teasingly. "Much."


Mizuki glared at her reflection in the still calm water. Raising a hand, she fingered the twin punctured wounds below the black scythe marking tattooed on her pale flesh. She hissed in pan as a drop of blood oozed from the bite. That black mark looks like the scythes that youkai was carrying. "Is this what he meant by me baring his mark?"

"Kaa-chan…?" Shippou's soft voice lulled the miko out of her thoughts. When she hummed in acknowledgement, he shifted nervously and bit his lip. Over the past week, Shippou has caught his mother gazing around their surroundings and now, she was glaring at a black marking that was marring her skin. "Ano…Kaa-cha? Why is there a youkai slave mark on your throat?"

Mizuki gaped. "A what? You mean this isn't a courting mark?"

"No, it isn't Kaa-chan." the red-headed kitsune shook his head, his small ponytail swishing with the movement. "A courting mark is just an image that your desired mate places on you until the proper mating is done, and then it is replaced with his bite. A mating mark can only be placed if it is consensual." his jade green eyes gleamed with ancient youkai wisdom. "But, Kaa-chan, a slave mark can be given without a person's consent. It consists of both a bite and an image, to let others know exactly who you belong to."

The miko brought a shaky hand to the marking upon her neck. A slave mark. That damned koumori placed such a mark on her being. Vaguely, she heard Shippou inquire who gave her the marking. "Ah, it was a koumori. I think his name was…"

"Kuronue of the Scythe!" the kit squeaked in fear, his large eyes growing ever bigger. "Second-in-command and closest friend to Youko Kurama!"

Mizuki blinked. How did he know all this? She didn't even tell him the koumori's name. She was about to open her mouth to ask the tyke when the warning bells in her head went off. She twisted around so fast that her back popped uncomfortably, and she found herself nose-to-chest with the koumori youkai that left the slave mark on her. The color left her face as she saw his sharp white fangs when she smiled down at her.

"You ran pretty for, Koneko." his smile widened. "But, I will always find you. You can't hide from me, pet." a long finger came up to swipe the drop of blood that leaked from the still healing bite wound.

Mizuki felt frozen with fear until she remembered that she was no longer a weak, defenseless fifteen year old girl who fell down the Bone Eater's Well. No, she was now a strong, well-trained nineteen year old miko, one who was more than capable of fending for her and her son. With her lavender eyes shimmering silver with her reiki, Mizuki slapped his hand away.

"Get your hands off of me!"

Kuronue brought his stinging hand to his lips, exposing his tongue to lick the wound gently. The miko stiffened at the sight that was the same wet, pink muscle that was stained red with her blood. "Still a feisty little koneko, are we?"

"Don't fucking call me that!" Mizuki snapped, letting the vulgar slip passed her lips in front of her kit. Shippou had heard worse.

"Oi, Kuronue! Are you really going to let her speak to you like that?"

She glanced over the dark haired youkai's shoulder; another youkai was slowly making his way over to them. Her mauve eyes widened when she caught sight of silver hair and golden eyes. "I-Inu…yasha…?"

The youkai emitted a low dry and humorless laugh as he shook his head and walked out of the shadows. Mizuki gasped.

And was completely blown away by what she saw. There, an elegant kitsune youkai took his place beside the koumori. He was tall, definitely taller than Sesshoumaru, perhaps reaching seven feet. He had long, silver hair that cascaded down his back, reaching a bit past his waist. His tail was of the same silver, glistening even in the dim shadows. Great kitsune ears proudly stood erected on the youkai's head, moving about slowly. Mizuki was positive he could hear her pounding heart.

The youkai was dressed in a white toga and pants, along with white shoes of some sort. He stuck out in his all white attire. Yet the miko knew that if this youkai didn't want to be seen, he wouldn't. Then she spotted his eyes. They were narrowed slightly, and were such a deep and solid gold color. Mizuki couldn't help but compare the kitsune to Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru.

Whereas Sesshoumaru had platinum hair, and Inuyasha was a snowy silvery-white, this demon had silver hair. Inuyasha had amber eyes, and Sesshoumaru's were several shades brighter, almost like the sun, in color and intensity. But this demon's eyes were a livid gold. They were perhaps darker than Sesshoumaru's eyes, but brighter than Inuyasha's. Where Inuyasha had tanned skin, and Sesshoumaru had pale, this youkai was somewhere caught in between.

He held his head in a regal way, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. He had the face of an aristocrat. Mizuki felt her heart thud painfully in her chest from both the sheer beauty and terror of the great youkai. As his eyes slowly scanned her and their surroundings, Mizuki's heart suddenly stopped when his eyes connected with hers.

The miko heard Shippou gasp in wonder. "Kaa-chan…That's Youko Kurama, legendary spirit kitsune and the King of Thieves." he turned his bright jade eyes on his mother. "Why is he here along with Kuronue of the Scythe?"

Mizuki gave him a strained smile. "Shippou, sweetheart, stay with Kirara. Kirara, please take Shippou and go to Nee-chan and Nii-san's hut. Hurry."

Kirara gave a complying mew before red flames licked at her cream colored fur, engulfing the small neko. A loud hissing roar sounded as the nekomata emerged in her true form. She too the kitsune tyke's blue haori in her jaws and ran.

"Kaa-chan!"

Once she couldn't feel Kirara's nor Shippou's youki, the miko turned a chilling glare at the two intimidating youkai in front of her. She felt her reiki rise and lick at her skin as their piercing eyes bore right back into hers. "What do you want?" she yelped out in surprise when the koumori disappeared and two arms wrapped in thick black bands encircled her waist from behind.

"Have you forgotten, Koneko-chan?" his hot breath ghosted over her ear, making her shiver slightly. "You belong to me." the dark haired youkai nipped at the black mark before embedding his fangs into the puncture wounds, tearing a strangled scream from the woman.

"No! Stop! It hurts!"

"Kuronue! That's enough!" Youko growled, giving the shorter a cold reprimanding look.

Kuronue pulled away from Mizuki, smoothing his tongue over the bite. "Sorry, old friend." he sucked at her pulse once more before releasing her. "Just couldn't resist."

Mizuki stumbled away from the koumori, clutching the bleeding bite wound on her shoulder. She bumped into something solid and would have fallen to the ground if someone hadn't gripped her shoulders. She opened and closed her eyes, blinking multiple times, to get rid of the haziness and a small scream built up in her throat. "No! Let go of me!"

"Gomen, little miko, but I desire to taste the power hidden in your blood." her hand was ripped away from her bleeding shoulder and a wet tongue lapped at the crimson liquid clinging to it. She felt the sharp tips of his claws ghost down her collarbone where he drew lazy circles.

Slowly, Mizuki felt her body heat up from the shallow touches and she hated it. Hated the way this youkai was making her blood boil, the way he ran his hot tongue up and down her palm, the way his golden eyes held her as he did so. She had tried to pull her wrist back, but the kitsune had a tight grip on her. "Please, no." she whispered when he trailed his mouth up her arm.

His breath had a metallic scent to it as it fanned over her face when he spoke, "Nothing you can say will deter me from what I want." he nudged her head to the side with his nose and ran that sinfully hot tongue down her throat until it reached the black mark Kuronue placed on her. He gave it a gentle kiss.

"Youko, leave my mark alone." Kuronue spoke up.

"Shut up, Kuronue." Youko continued to lavish the young woman's neck with licks and small nips until he heard her blood rushing in her veins. A smile spread over his lips, she was ready. He had done all this preparation so that her blood would be flowing hot and fresh.

"Please!" she screamed when his fangs probed at her skin right beside the punctures the koumori left.

A low groan left the kitsune's throat as the hot liquid filled his mouth. It was so hot that Youko was sure that it scorched his tongue and the taste and flavor was even better than he imagined. It tasted pure, yet had an underlying power hidden inside. A rare delicacy indeed and it was so fucking sweet.

Tears burned at Mizuki's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She would not cry in front of these youkai. She will not allow them to see her weaken side. Why? Why me? What have I done wrong? Is this the punishment for me breaking the Shikon no tama? But, we destroyed Naraku, purified the jewel and it returned to my body. A light bulb went off in her mind. Wait, if the jewel is back inside my body, which is why my blood is so attractive to youkai. She let out a strangled screamed when the kitsune gave a harsh suck before ripping his fangs out of her shoulder.

"I hate you." she whispered.

Kuronue came up and took her from Youko and petted her wavy dark locks. "It doesn't matter, Koneko. For you are ours now."

Mizuki mustered up the best glare that she could in her current state, having her blood sipped upon twice in the last thirty minutes has taken a lot out of her. "I will find a way to rid myself of you."

"Shall we make a wager on that?" Youko negotiated.

"What are you talking about?"

Kuronue lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "What Youko is saying is that would you like to fight for your freedom?"

"What's the catch?"

"You win and we will take the slave marks off and never purse you again," Youko said coolly.

"But, if we win then you are ours forever."


Okay, I'm finished with this chapter. And recently, I just realized something, in every Youko/Kuronue threesome fic. The main character meets Youko first (not that it doesn't make a good fic) and not Kuronue. So, I had my character meet everyone's favorite bat demon first. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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Ja

~TLK