A/N- HotDAMN it's been a while! Sry bout that! I'm a bit caught up with many other things, but the good news is that I've almost finished this story, so it wont be long now! There are only about 2, maybe 3 chapters left after this one, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel (for me at least)
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This time is cold enough
I'm getting sick of us
It's time to make our move
I'm shaking off the dust
I've got my heart set
On anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself
Counting up the years
Steady hands just take the wheel
Every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal
For the life I lead
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving
But I go no where
Yeah I know that everyone get's scared
But I've become what I can't be
Stop and Stare
You start to wander why you're here
Not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
Fair in what'cha really need
Oh, can you see what I see?
Stop and Stare: One Republic
-Disclaimer- I don't own One Republic though I do love their songs!
-DisclaimerDisclaimer- Nor do I own Yu Yu Hakusho plot or anything like that….
-Claim- I do own Desota, her son, her family and Ryu and Kyo however. Yumi and her sons belong to a close friend!
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Chapter 25 Wrapped up
"Alright, let's get this show on the road already!" Yumi stretched, "I'm tired of waiting and having to listen to everyone wasting time with scratching! I wanna see some action going on!" she held up a fist fired up at the ready as she walked down the stairs to the transporters.
Hiei sulked at her side, "Since when are you a morning person." He groaned.
"Since I discovered coffee!" Yumi grinned widely back to him in all her bright radiance that was lost to someone in such a dark gloomy mood as Hiei.
"And just whom was the idiot to give you that?" Hiei accused. Silently promising that he'd kill whom ever was the said idiot in their sleep for putting him through this with his usually already hyperactive mate. Now, even his mornings were no longer peaceful, if she started up this as a habit for drinking coffee EVERY morning.
"Chou actually did. He said it works wanders for hangovers." She said thoughtfully.
'Kill Chou….' He thought with a grin. The drunkard had just made an enemy.
"No killing." She spun on him suddenly and pointed accusingly at him, "I forbid it! No killing Chou"
Hiei blinked, having to take a moment to register why she was pointing at him and reprimanding him. When it clicked, he growled lowly- she had read his mind with out his knowing again.
"Don't make this a habit either, dear mate. Your retribution won't be the nice kind" he promised.
"But I like either kind" she smirked slyly, "You know that."
"Hn" Hiei snorted.
"And good morning to the fair couple." Mukuro said in her sultry voice that had Hiei on guard suddenly, "It's amusing to say the least to hear your bickering three hallways away, but a pleasant welcome given the circumstances." The demon lord smiled softly with a mock-feel to it as she looked over Hiei, noticing the way he tensed. He hadn't expected her to actually use the transporter to get to the island like all the rest since Mukuro tended not to want to go with whatever the crowd did. He was probably hoping to avoid his employer and his mate's face to face meeting for as long as possible.
Mukuro's smile widened to a smirk- well she just showed him, didn't she? And how comical his reaction was with the way he immediately waged himself between Yumi's path to Mukuro subtly to keep his mate from directly interacting with the curious demon lord just yet. A possessive glare snared at Mukuro in warning as he and his mate came closer and passed. He stopped at Mukuro's side to watch as his mate boarded the transporter, wanting to at least have Mukuro within side-view sight. He'd become so untrusting of her when he realized just how far the female thought of his adorable mate.
Soon as Yumi boarded her selected transporter and was already on her way out, Mukuro smiled when she felt the burn of Hiei's ruby glare suddenly hit her sidelong. She snorted in reply just to show him she wasn't impressed with his puffed up attitude with her.
"Oh do quite glaring. What will your young have to say when their father's face freezes that way and is unable to give them warmer-glares when they're with in sight?" she reprimanded offhandedly.
"Keep your distance." He warned, "This is merely a fight between the two of you, not a chance for you to get friendly with my mate."
"I know perfectly well of where my boundaries are." She replied gently in her husky voice. She down cast her face in thought, "However, I find that it is actually in battle that we learn our foe the best." She looked at him with a small turn of her head, "Don't you agree, Hiei? It's how I learned so much of you, is it not? Through all the training we've been through side by side or face to face, really." She added dryly.
Hiei let his lips twitch in agitation of a very toned down snare sine it was his ex-employer and trainer he was dealing with. Her power radiated at its peak and if angered, she could wipe the floor with him if he was caught off guard, but even that, Hiei would never admit to out loud.
"Hn, just don't let me catch you sniffing her up like a horny dog later. I don't take invasions of what I consider mine lightly as you well know" he glared.
"I'll admire from a distance. Is that any better?" she grinned mockingly at him as she walked forward, leaving him behind as she entered an awaiting transporter, "See you after the fight, Hiei."
Hiei snorted his reply.
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"And once again, I'm proud to announce that it's time for some feminine smack down to show you little boys just who rocks the house and brings the pain here!" Koto announced excitedly through the mic as she stood up behind her booth with one hand at her mic and the other punching the air, "That's right, sport's fans, It's Lady Yumi and Lord- er… Lady Mukuro, battling out one of the final rounds of our tournament! It's been a long road, but these chicks are about to sum it all up for us! I'm truly pumped to see just what these gals are holding back!"
Yumi flexed her claws and rolled her shoulders in preparation. Her tail swished slowly behind her in an energetic show of readiness and she felt her blood pump through her energizing beat by beat. She was more than ready to let off a little steam after her abrupt end to the fight with Nar before. It didn't feel like a true win to her since Nar had fainted from maternity fatigue.
Plus, she'd been itching to vent a few stressing problems with this woman. She was the 'other woman' in her eyes. The one that was too friendly with her Hiei, even if he didn't return her flirtatious ways, Yumi was ready to show this bitch just what you get when you sniff up her already mated and marked tree, so to speak.
She grinned menacingly as Mukuro showed up and stood at the ready.
"Finally you show yourself" Yumi said.
"Yes," Mukuro nodded, "I'm truly sorry we couldn't meet sooner."
"No, this timing suits me just well" Yumi brought up her fists at the ready. Her forest green eyes swirled as she powered up her general energy and the elements all around them flared with her energy's call as it flared tauntingly at Mukuro who didn't rise to the bait.
"Peculiar coloration your eyes become when you're fired up. They're not a fixed color, are they" Mukuro commented as she brought up her flat palms in a sort of karate pose and moved her feet apart bracingly.
"So I've heard." Yumi growled, chomping at the bit for the fight to be on with.
Neither woman moved a muscle further until the referee girl finally took to the air with a tweet of a whistle, "BEGIN!"
Yumi dashed forward. Her body seemed to flash in and out of Mukuro's view as she surged in a tight circle around Mukuro's unmoving body. Mukuro realized that this was a favorite of Hiei's attacks for the opening of fights- at high speeds, you were to almost dance around your opponent until they strike against you and use their momentum to attack powerfully and send them flying backwards. The trick was all in the way the wolf leaned. Her body was actually a safe distance away from strike, but Yumi was leaning forward so her face seemed closer to Mukuro, taunting her to strike easily in range, but Mukuro was smarter than that. She, after all, taught Hiei this very strategy and knew one of the many flaws it upheld to the novice user such as she suspected of the wolf demoness.
Mukuro blasted a sudden burst of energy all around her body with a wave of her spirit energy to shake Yumi into defense, then struck out at the sudden hesitation Yumi had to do to pull up her arms to block the sudden wave of attack. She swiped her fist upward at Yumi, knocking her balance off from leaning forward. As expected, the wolf leaned up quickly to avoid the blow, leaving her legs wide open to take out from under her. Mukuro quickly dropped and twisted so that her leg would hook Yumi's ankles and knock her down from the bottom down, but Yumi had back flipped to a handstand and sent a surge of power through the earth, causing it to rear up like an ocean wave right from under Mukuro's feet and shake her off balance instead. Mukuro quickly retreated back when she felt the surge of earth under her. She wasn't taking any chances with the wolf's elemental abilities. She knew from experience what happens when you under estimate natural power.
"Smart girl" Mukuro commented, "You're good enough to know that you can't use what your mate has taught you only against me. For it was I who taught him most of what he's taught yourself."
"That makes you some what of my principal, doesn't it? For teaching my teacher how to teach me?" Yumi said back.
Mukuro braced herself as she saw black wings grow from Yumi's back- her only hint of what to expect in the on coming attack as the wind suddenly picked up and gusted around her in a whirlwind. Yumi's eyes were silver now as the winds tossed around her brown hair and her black wings flapped to raise it faster and faster. Wide blades formed and whistled in high pitched tones as they cut through the air currents and snagged Mukuro as she stood her ground and blocked her vitals bravely. The wind blades were thick and cut deep, but were too uncontrolled to hit their mark in a deadly way. They were merely designed to slow Mukuro down.
Mukuro's spirit energy focused in her fists as another gust came at her, she smashed her fist forward into its current and it bounced back its bladed ferocity at Yumi who cupped her hands in front of her like a baseball catcher. The wind swirled in her palms and she then slashed her hand to the side to cut off the current, cutting off all current at the same time and leaving both females wind tousled in the sudden calm air.
"Just as you said, that won't work" Yumi snorted, "Using my own power against me is futile, I have complete control of all elements other than lightning, for that is too unpredictable for my aura to wield properly in it's natural state."
"I'll be sure and learn that well" Mukuro nodded, "Let's get on with this," she grinned as her energy suddenly sucked in like a vortex, absorbing any and all energy around her, including anything Yumi happened to be radiating.
The suddenly shocked wolf demoness started to quickly dampen her flow of energy around her, limiting what she could use of the elements around her, but trying to keep her energy from being sucked into and feed Mukuro's was her main priority at the moment. Her black wings sunk back into her shoulder blades and her control of the wind was given up to the natural current that gusted lightly around them at the high altitude the floating island had climbed to in the air. Her rapidly changing eye color that usually shifted with her change of elemental power receded to her normal forest-emerald color as she cut off all her elemental power to preserve for later.
Mukuro caught on to the wolf's plan when she felt lack of energy being absorbed, "Smart little thing, aren't you? I knew Hiei chose wisely in his mate"
"I've decided that's a compliment" Yumi groused in reply. Not at all happy that Mukuro's little trick put a damper to her battle strategy.
"Oh, you should" Mukuro purred, "You must be very used to being complimented,"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Yumi growled as she drew a small katana from the sheath at her hip. The black blade shined with an ebony sheen to it and the razor sharpness of it nearly hummed as Yumi tested it's balance in a sort of show-off fashion as she swung the dark blade across the front of her, slashing the air in a test run and smiling when her sensitive ears caught the light, pleasing sound of the hum it made as it cut through the very air agilely. She tightened her grip and held the sword parallel to the ground over her head and bent her knees apart, holding her free hand out in front of her, "This is not a Girls Night Out or anything, it's not even a cat fight- unless, of course, I decide you piss me off enough" she added as a side note, "This is a fight. So bring it here or I'll come to you" she warned as her brown ears laid flat to her head.
Mukuro gathered spirit energy around her fist and powered up with a smirk on her face, "I've been known to make the first move before, and I shall do it now," she took off at blinding speed, surprising Yumi as she suddenly went from the other side of a 2 foot ball field lengths to right in her face with fist raised and glowing heatedly with sheer power.
Yumi nimbly used her free hand to slap Mukuro's glowing hot fist out of harms way and swung around, using the increase of momentum to put power in her deadly slash of her black sword that sung lowly as it tore through the air with its sharp blade.
Mukuro leaned back enough to avoid the deadly blade, but the sharp tip still snipped a bit of her red-orange hair that was a moment behind the movement in her sudden jerk away. She could feel the blade tear through the very air and leaving almost a wake behind it as it split whatever it swung at. She knew this blade was a demonic one- there was no way any normal blade could be so black and still be so sharp that it would cut through any zanbatou blade it clashed with. Steel was no opponent against this blade. She'd have to be careful and not alow it to even knick her skin, for fear that it may have some rather nasty side effects other than a wound.
"I can tell this is going to be a very interesting fight, mate of Hiei" Mukuro smirked.
Yumi growled, "I have a name" she snarled in sudden anger as she gripped her sword with two hands and slashed back the other way it had come, intent on doing major harm to Mukuro's person- she'd decided that this woman most definitely pissed her of, "and it's NOT 'Hiei's mate'! It's YUMI!" she slammed her blade through the air as if she were in a major league baseball game batting a ball. Mukuro actually felt a wind scar coming from the wake of the blade and bit back a hiss as it's sheer wake slashed a minor cut across her torso, tearing a small-long cut in her clothing that ran from her left shoulder to her right hip as if the blade had touched her. She feared what the actual blade could do if this is what it's current did.
Distance sounded like the best strategy for now.
She started to back away when Yumi took a step forward and cackled evilly, "Where ya going, demon lord?" she spat, "Don't like the burn of my blade?" she taunted as she charged forward, "Let me give you a better close up!"
Her eyes flashed golden-red as flames burst around the black blade and made it a fiery saber that shot flames as well as deadly blade at Mukuro, strike after well-aimed strike. Yumi had Mukuro backing up faster and faster, dodging left and right at the random and unpredictable strikes that crisscrossed and wildly swung at her in fury of movements.
Mukuro suddenly stopped moving away and started trying to push back. She sent a brunt of energy to shove Yumi back, but the wolf held up the black blade and tore through her power, leaving her unharmed from the invisible shockwave that should have slammed her back a few trees by now. Mukuro growled her frustration. She really hated that sword right now.
"Where the hell did you get such a weapon that cuts even the air and power itself?" she demanded.
"The Dark Soul blade was created from the teeth of an Egyptian god long ago that protected the underworld, so the legends say. In truth, it was just an S class demon that played off human suspicion to get tributes. The fact is that it was praised so much out of fear from the humans that it eventually started to eat its riches to hold on to them forever and ended up consuming any and all things including metallic based substances. I slay the rampaged beast long ago and used its teeth to forge this sword that absorbed its dark soul, making this demonic sword." Yumi grinned at her little story darkly to scare Mukuro who gawked at her, "Having fun yet?"
"Aren't we in a fight, wolf?" Mukuro sent blast after blast of sudden surges of energy at Yumi- now having her on the run, "Let's skip story time and go to the fight already!"
"GOD!" Yumi rolled out of the way narrowly, "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED!"
Mukuro laughed as Yumi animatedly dodged the attacks aimed at a distance at her. She reminded Mukuro of those cartoon animals she saw Hiei's and Yumi's pups watching one time back at her fortress. What was that thing called? Looney toots? Looby soots? Looney tunes? Yes that was it. She looked like one of those Looney tune things running around like that.
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"Well this isn't looking very good for Yumi," Jin sighed, "Who would have thought there were so many different ways to run away?"
"Only Yumi could pull that kind of idiocy off." Hiei groused with an exasperated sigh as he watched the large screen above the stage. This time, they were all gathered at the floor of the coliseum instead of inside the air-conditioned rooms above the stands for more private setting where the fighters could lounge at leisure and watch the fights going on flat-screen TV's there.
"You do know that's your mate you're talk'n about, right, Hiei?" Yusuke dead panned.
"I know of whom I speak, Yusuke. I'm not an idiot" Hiei growled back.
Yusuke was about to retort when he felt something run into the back of his leg. He looked over his shoulder to see a little girl almost as high as his knee fall on her bottom and look up at him with wide cinnamon-chocolate eyes that looked familiar to him. She had dark brown, almost black, hair pulled in short pig tails at her nape and a bright pink t-shirt on with a cute jean skirt and white tennis shoes on her small feet that were untied. He couldn't help but smile at the young girl that couldn't be 2 years old or so.
"Woops, watch it there" he bent down to her level as she started to get up, "You alright kid?"
The girl nodded, hiding her eyes behind her bangs shyly.
"Don't you watch where you're going? You ran into the back of me like a fuck'n bulldozer!"
The girls Cinnamon-chocolate eyes flashed up in sudden anger and Yusuke was surprised to find himself kicked against the wall with a powerful jump kick from the little girl. His friends gawked at him as Yusuke made an impression of himself on the concrete wall that led up to the main deck where the stands were above the floor.
The little girl glared at Yusuke as he looked back at her dizzily- her hands on her hips as her chocolate eyes blazed chidingly at him, "My momma says the F word is bad! You're a bad man!" she accused.
"Do what now?" Yusuke slumped back to the ground and held his head as a pounding headache started to throb from the impact. He shook his head and found that to be a bad idea, as it only made the head ache worse, "What just happened?"
"You got your ass kicked by a little girl" Renku giggled.
Said little girl marched right up to the fallen Yusuke who was just now getting back his suddenly scrambled wits and flinched as she approached, holding up his hands ready to block or defend himself. She only stopped in front of him and smartly crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him in a strangely familiar way…. Who did he know that had that glare??
"Your momma should have your mouth washed, potty mouth" she quipped in her tinny voice.
"Who are you? The bad-word police?" Yusuke grumbled.
"Akane?" a woman called. The girl looked over her shoulder, "Akane? Akane! What have I told you about running off in this crowd? It's dangerous! Akane, where are you! Momma's getting worried, darling!" Keiko called out.
"Momma??" Yusuke blinked and then gawked at the frantically waving little girl in front of him as she called back to Keiko to try and get her attention.
"Here I am, Mommy! Over here!" Akane called back as Keiko sighed in relief and started to snake her way over to the young girl and bent down to hug her to herself, completely unknowing of Yusuke laying just in front of her against the wall in shock.
"Oh, Akane!" Keiko gasped squeezing her baby girl to her, "You had me so worried! You know how mommy gets nervous around so many demons- and you ran off anyways!" Keiko pulled away, to narrow her eyes reprimanding at her daughter, "Does mommy need to spank you?" she threatened.
Akane flinched and frantically shook her head no, "No, no, Mommy, Akane no need spankies" she shivered at the thought, "Akane just smelled someone strange. I wanted to see who it was and I found potty mouth boy"
"Who?" Keiko blinked, not getting what her daughter was saying.
"You…. you had a kid, Keiko?" Yusuke gawked finally, startling Keiko to falling down on her butt from where she was squatted down on the balls of her feet in front of Akane, "SINCE WHEN!?"
"Yu-YUSUKE!" Keiko yelped, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" she pointed an accused finger at him as if it were his fault.
"ME?!" Yusuke out raged, "what are YOU doing here? I was in a tournament here!"
"Yeah, well I came to watch YOUR tournament's out come!" she snapped right back, shoving his tone right back at him.
Yusuke stood up to stand over her dauntingly, "Well why'd you do that? You hate demons and you hate fights, so why come here with your daughter? Huh?" he challenged.
"Because you're here, that's why!" Keiko bit back just as every bit as fired in the argument as Yusuke was. Neither caught on the fact that they were conversing what was going on in angry tones….
"YEAH? WELL I WAS IN THE LAST ONE, AND YOU HATED THAT, SO WHAT'S DIFFERENT THIS TIME?" Yusuke shouted.
Growled at her mother's side up at Yusuke threateningly and kicked his knee, making Yususkes yawl in pain and grip at his bruised knee. She had one hell of a kick! He swore he heard his bone crack!
"Damn kid! What's your problem!" he hissed in pain.
"DON'T YELL AT MY MOMMY!" Akane growled. Her little aura swirled around her angrily with the spice of battle demon in her.
Keiko held a hand down to her daughter and patted her dark head as Akane hugged her mothers leg, glaring up at the black-haired man that made her mommy yell. Something told her this was some sort of norm for these two, but she'd never seen her mother yell at anyone like that and it startled her to see her so angry! This man made her mommy act strange, and to her child mind, that might be bad.
"We came here, because…" Keiko's voice softened, "Because your daughter wanted to see her father face to face…."
"My…….?" Yusuke blinked, voice also softened, "But… how…?"
Keiko snorted, "You should know how, big guy" she glanced down at his pants briefly so he'd get her point. Yusuke actually had to fight a blush, "You were very amorous before you left, remember?"
"SHE'S MINE?" he gawked.
Keiko nodded with a smile as Yusuke looked over the little girl who warily glared back, "Yep, she's yours, Yusuke. Akane is your daughter"
"She's even got my power?" Yusuke rubbed his knee.
Keiko grimaced, "Only your strength for now. Though Genkai said that she'll probably grow into your spirit power when her own spirit matures a bit. She has a lot of potential though"
"HELL YEAH!" Yusuke nodded proudly, "Just look at her little aura! It's a little fire ball!"
Akane growled threateningly at Yusuke as he approached.
"Akane, be nice to your father!" Keiko chided.
"Father?" Akane tilted her head at Yusuke and then looked to Keiko doubtfully while she pointed at Yusuke, "He's not my Papa."
"Yes he is, Akane," Keiko nodded.
"How?" Keiko tilted her head the other way, "Akane thought she no have Papa."
"No," Keiko blushed, "You have a Papa, he is your papa"
"How did Akane get Papa? Akane only thought me had Momma? Where Akane come from then??"
"Akane!" Keiko yelped, blushing ten times darker.
Yusuke laughed out loud, "Well, girl, you see,"
"DON'T TELL HER THAT, YUSUKE! SHE'S BARELY A YEAR OLD!" Keiko snapped.
"Tell her what??" Yusuke yelped.
"Where babies come from!"
"I wasn't going to say that, but that's a good thing to do too,"
"IS NOT"
"Why? Mom told me when I asked"
"You were five, and look how you turned out! She's barely a year!"
"All the more reason to start early. You know how kids these days are." Yusuke grinned boyishly at her.
"ARGH! You see, this is why I held back on telling you about her" Keiko snarled.
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"I'm going to be sore for days thanks to you." Desota groaned as she lay in her bathrobe to keep her mate's mind off her body and give her a bit of well deserved rest after Kurama had put her through a marathon or ecstasy.
Kurama lounged at her side, propped on his elbow so that he could rub her lower back soothingly. He grinned warmly down at her, "Yes, but what a way to get sore, ne?"
"You're not sore? What are you, still in practice or something?" Desota's eyes widened, "You… you didn't…. when we- well I lost my memories………?"
Kurama gave her a hurt look and stopped rubbing her back, but didn't retract his hand just yet, enjoying the warmth and soft firmness of her lower back just a bit longer, "You've been the only lover in my life since we've mated. It hurts to think that you're view of me is anything but faithful, Dessy"
Desota blushed in shame and darted her eyes away from his, "Well…. Why do I feel this ache after we…. Well, did what we did, yet you're fine and dandy?"
Kurama shrugged, "I wasn't the one getting my insides pounded over and over and over and over and-,"
"I get it, I get it!" Desota moaned, holding her hands over her ears to block out his teasing, "Even just hearing about it makes the ache worse." She whined pitifully.
"Awe, sorry love, but this is too delicious to let go" he chuckled, leaning in to kiss the back of her neck where her long hair was swept over her side to expose it for his leisure, "And so are you." he smirked.
Desota's ear twitched, sensing his libido rise again through their mate connection. She growled lowly, "None of that now, Kurama. I just got you off me for more than 15 minutes and I'm going to use it to give my body a rest from your amorous actions." She half-heartedly glared at her reclined mate over her shoulder, but he merely kept that plastered, annoyingly teasing smile on his face as he started to soothingly massage her back, delighting in the way she moaned lightly in appreciation.
"Very well, love, rest up now" Kurama whispered as he soothed her tightened back muscles that clamped together in the ache, "Just relax, I promise I won't try anything while you're resting."
"And Yoko?" she cautioned.
Yoko used the physical contact of Kurama's hands on her back to talk with her through their unique bond that had held them together through her forgotten memory of their love.
/Love, you know very well that is a terribly hard promise for me to keep now that we've got you back./
"What happened to all that control you learned over thousands of years of living?" she growled lightly out loud.
/You're our mate. It'll always be hard to control ourselves around you, but for your sake, I'll restrain myself just this once./ he offered.
Desota sighed, "Thank god." She rested her head once more on the backs of her palms that she crossed in front of her while she lay on her stomach for Kurama to rub her back, "All I wanna do now is rest…." She started to yawn tiredly.
"Momma!" Kurama and Desota froze surprised at the young voice calling out in the hall outside the apartment, "Momma here?" the sound of a door opening not far off and the snarl of an angered and surprised occupant in the said unlocked door (well the idiot was stupid enough not to lock it, he deserved that.), "Not momma" the door slammed, "Momma? Suki not like playing hide and seek anymore! Where are you Momma?"
"Suki!" Desota yelped, sitting up straight and clutching her bathrobe closed.
"You brought our son to a demon tournament?" Kurama sounded a bit stand-offish.
Desota gave him an incredulous look, "No, he's supposed to be back at the dojo with Genkai, Yukina, Keiko and…" her voice trailed off, "Oh my god, AKANE!"
"Who?" Kurama tilted his head curiously.
But Desota ignored him. She quickly swung her legs over to stand up off the bed and rolled to her feet and rushed to the front door of the apartment, flinging open the door.
"Kurosuki?" she called.
The small boy turned to her. His unseeing eyes brightened when his gift gave him the sight of her worried aura around her in his inverse way of "seeing" the world. His little red and silver ears perked up and his fluff of a tail bobbed happily behind him as he wagged it much like a puppy. He tottered on hazardous little legs after her with his hands held out to her as she bent down to scoop him up in her waiting arms and held him tightly to her. Her body automatically relaxing with the presence of her son in her arms.
"Oh, Suki" she sighed.
"Suki was worried, Momma," he whimpered as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, taking in the calming presence of his mother as much as she did for him. He pulled back so his glassy cornflower-blue eyes brightly looked unseeingly at Desota, "But Suki is so proud of Momma! Suki and grandma Genkai, Aunty Yukina and Aunty Keiko watched momma on T-ee-lee-vee-shon." He seemed to have trouble pronouncing that word just yet. His face warped around as he said it, as if it were too big to fit in his mouth.
"You did?" Desota cooed, nuzzling the tip of her nose to his own smaller one, winning a giggle from her son as he nodded his head vigorously in answer, "Why aren't you with Granny Genkai now?"
Kurosuki tilted his head. His ears fully erect and fully focused on her, "Granny Genkai told Kurosuki to find Momma and stay with her while Granny Genkai went down stairs to see what kind of drinks they had at the 'adults-only' area" Kurosuki said.
"She went to the bar and left you alone?" Kurama said suddenly behind Desota, looking over her shoulder at their son. He couldn't help but look over his son in awe and took pride in how well he had grown so far.
Kurosuki's nose twitched at the strange new scent. His eyes blinked as the man with 2 different auras stood behind his mother. This man confused Kurosuki- how could a person have 2 auras? All the people he'd seen before had one aura with a dominant color that it tended to only darken or lighten in while their mood changed, but never changed as drastic as red to gold like this guy. He also smelled like his mother and Kurosuki knew for a fact that his mother was spoken for. Though he hadn't ever seen his father or even met him yet, he didn't like the thought of another man sniffing around his mother, even if he didn't exactly knew what that entailed exactly. He was after all only little more than half a year old, but incredibly intelligent. Granny Genkai always said he got it from his Papa.
Resolve set, Kurosuki deemed that this male had to go. He bared his baby fangs at Kurama and bristled what little fur he had on his tail threateningly, "MY mommy!" he growled, possessively holding onto Desota's neck, glaring at Kurama over her shoulder, "You cant have her, go away"
Kurama was momentarily shocked that his own son growled at him as if he were an enemy. His attention shifted to the chuckling mother as Desota turned around to face him, patting Kurosuki on the back- PRAISING the little snot.
"Excuse me?" Kurama implied that it was her turn to start explaining why his son had such hostilities toward his father. Was she putting ideas in his little head that Kurama was a bad mate??
Desota rolled her eyes, "Don't give me that look, it's not my fault that you weren't there during his 'pack-learning' stage" she snorted.
Kurama started to protest, but Desota's glare cut him off, "I understand why you weren't there, Kurama, but you must realized, I'm not at all happy with the timing that has come to be with this whole ordeal."
"My hands were tied" he said softly.
"I know. And I seriously don't hold any grudge against you, but just deal with eh fact that your son inherited your possessiveness."
"I am not that bad" Kurama pouted.
Desota gave him a dry look, "Really now?" she cocked an eye brow to show him just how much she didn't believe him.
Kurama glanced away, knowing he'd just run into a brick wall in this debate- something he never did usually, but with Desota, there was no usual.
"I could be worse." Kurama offered, "Or would you rather I act on every instinct I fell toward you and chain you to our bed so you can't get up and make wild goose-chase plots for me to solve just to get to you?"
"I like the way things are, thank you" she grinned.
"Back, BACK!" Kurosuki hissed when Kurama and Desota leaned forward to kiss- ruining the moment.
"Feisty, isn't he?" Kurama said.
"He probably hasn't had his nap yet" Desota sighed, shifting her son so he faced her, "Suki, darling, why are you being so mean to Kurama?"
"Strange man is being twiterpaited with Momma when Momma has Dadda somewhere." Kurosuki accused, glaring at Kurama, "Momma is taken!"
"Twiterpaited?" Kurama turned to Desota for an explanation.
Desota sighed, "He watches Bambi a lot." She smiled.
Kurama nodded in understanding, "Ah, I see."
"It's a good explanation for his age for now." Desota excused, then turned back to her hissing son who had yet to stop snarling at Kurama in her arms with his arms possessively wrapped around her neck, "Suki, do you not know who Kurama is?"
Suki shook his head no, momentarily forgetting his hissing fit directed towards the other male Kitsune with a strange aura he felt connect to deep down.
"Sweetie, Kurama is your father, Pappa" Desota explained.
Suki's eyes widened. He looked from his mother to his new found father excitedly and pointed at Kurama while addressing his mother, "He Dadda?"
Kurama nodded, smiling warmly at his son's sudden adoration in his sight-less eyes. It made his heart swell tenderly for the kit, "Yes, kit, I'm Dadda" he never thought those words would escape him 3 years ago, but was pleasantly pleased to say them now.
Kurosuki lunged for Kurama, still with in Desota's safe embrace and circled his tiny arms around Kurama's neck, hugging his new found daddy for all he was worth. Too happy to contain it as his tail wagged vigorously, "DADDA! Suki found his Dadda!" he squealed happily.
Kurama smiled, taking his son from Desota gently and held the young kit to himself, happy just to have his family back together and whole once again.