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.

37. Monster

A/N: Hiei, I swear none of us think you're actually a monster! X3 Also guys, I hope I'm doing ok at this. Please let me know~

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37 — Monster

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Hiei struggled to control a groan as her energy probed his softly. There was fire in his blood, granted, as a fire apparition. There was something different about this though—so sweet, naive, innocent—and it made his whole body ache like it was burning. He gnashed his teeth together as he felt her find his suppressed youki, nudging it to life—but all it did was enhance the already building pressure in his body.

Why is my youki not lashing out at her miko ki? His thoughts were a rampaging river, barely forming one before another smashed into its place. How…no, why is my youki responding?

The look on her face now whispered of promises—something he knew she was hardly aware of. Hiei could feel his youki teetering on the brink of his own control and despite his better judgement, he felt his skin begin to shift. He hadn't assumed this form in decades, but even as the thought occurred to him, another uncurled itself in the back of his mind.

What if she fears me?

The thought struck him like lightning, and all of a sudden he was helplessly trapped, drowning in his own youki.