The Waiting Game

by ancient-relic

At first, his youki was overwhelming. She could feel it on her skin like a lover's touch in the night—dark and sensual. They were inspecting each other, she realized. The initial tingle of their powers brushing gave way to a slow burn that settled deep within her... And so, the game began. drabbles based on a 100 themes challenge.

10. Alone

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10 — Alone

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Hiei controlled the hiss of air he realized he was holding. Her power felt like lightning, sending sparks of energy through his limbs radiating from where her hand lay on his chest. His youki was responding against his will, challenging his control and eager to reach out to her to understand and feel the depth of her power.

He'd known she was untrained, but he hadn't fathomed to what degree. The shards in his possession seemed to grant him a level of understanding regarding their mistress, whispering to him excitedly with promises of the power they could unleash for him if they were in her hands, if she was in under his control. He grit his teeth at his body's traitorous response. It took every ounce of his willpower to rip his mind from the seductive pull of the shards and their promise of her. He was above such tricks; more powerful than such a trinket and most certainly above the baser desires of his body.

Now is not the time to pursue this group, Hiei decided.

His answer was little more than a whisper on the wind as he vanished from her grasp, leaving her alone in the clearing.