Nanashi felt herself feel self conscious the rest of that day, quiet and withdrawn, but craving the company of others. For some reason in the aftermath of being possessed by the evil in the cloak, her hair got back to being raven black, but her wings now were brilliant and radiant white. Both changes were hard to miss.
Yasha was quick to point out it was not her fault that she was the one the evil within the cape of no return had clung to. She felt it was though because she had not been able to stay focused on one happy thought or the fact that she was the evilest in the group. He told her neither of those reasons mattered and it just took her longer to fight it off was all. She did not bother to tell him he was wrong.
In the evening when everyone went to bed, Nanashi thought about calling on one of her maids to come stay the night with her on her couch, but when she roamed the halls looking for either of them, she could not find them. When Touya from the king's guard shooed her away to bed, she went back in the direction of her rooms.
She was almost there when she realized she was near Hiei's room. She stood before the door, staring at it nervously. She recalled how he helped break the evil's release from her by commanding her to kill him. She almost had to, she remembered that desire to get around him in order to get a chance at killing King Hayate. She could not bring herself to kill him though, thankfully. She was unsure what she would have done or what would have happened if she killed her friend and mentor.
She steeled her nerve, rapping her knuckles on the door. She heard Hiei within huff, but moving about. She waited patiently, feeling shy and foolish standing there waiting, but she could not bring herself to uproot herself.
She heard him open the door in a huff, "Hayate, I told you-" he grumbled. He stopped abruptly in front of the open doorway. "Oh, it's you." She stood there in front of him, hand in front of her face. He looked behind him into his room. "Do you want to come in?" he asked cautiously.
"Just for a bit," she whispered, mind racing. She did not want to be alone, but was scared what he might expect if she stepped into his room. "Just to talk. Just to thank you," she mumbled out excuses.
"Hn," he grunted, cocking his head for her to follow him into the room. "Sit for a bit."
She followed him into his room. He had only one room, and it was smaller than hers. Nice, but smaller. He had one stiff chair that sat by a short table next to a tiny, unlit fire place. The chair did not even have arms upon it. He gestured for her to sit in the chair. She did so, sitting just as stiff as it was. He sat down on the short table across from her. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and knees splayed out wide. He stared at her unblinking as neither of them spoke.
"I..." she started out. "I... um-"
"Don't start crying," he insisted. "If you want a nurse maid, go to Asa or Yasha."
She gasped softly at that chastisement. She was surprised by it. "I didn't want to be alone," she explained.
"Why?" he asked, eyes boring up at her.
He told her not to cry, so now she was determined to follow his request. "Out of the six of us, why was I the one who turned to be the most evil?" she asked hollowly. "I'm the one that's angelic..."
"You weren't," he told her firmly. "Yasha already told you that. Race has nothing to do with it."
"It has to be-" she started stubbornly.
"You weren't," he told her firmly. "You were the least focused, that was the problem. You were the least focused and the least trained of the six of us. You weren't the evilest target, you were the easiest target. That was the problem."
"I nearly killed you," she said, remembering.
"You weren't going to do it. There was no risk," he stated confidently.
She frowned ruefully, not sure how right he was. "I'll never be the easiest or weakest like that again," she vowed in determination.
He smirked up at her intriguingly. It made her heart skip a beat. "You'll need trained harder, and in different ways," he said vaguely.
"Can you train me like that? More so? Like we did before back home? Before Sakyo arrived?" Her voice was both hopeful and reminiscent.
He stared up at her in a way that made her more so nervous than excited. Stone faced, he said, "would you risk it?'
She felt a gnawing feeling growing in her stomach. She should not be here. She should go back to her rooms. Her lonely rooms. She rose up, excusing herself. He rose up with her. "I should go," she said slowly. She walked towards the door by herself, standing before it. Her hand rested on the knob, ready to turn it. She stayed her hand, thinking over his words and looks at her. She dropped her hand on the knob. "What kind of training?" asked, not turning around.
She heard him moving behind her. She held her breath and closed her eyes. She sensed him coming up behind her, standing close to her wings. He stroked the top of one, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Turn around, if you want to find out," he warned her.
She did as she was bid nervous, hands coming together in front of her chin. He had a calculating look in his eyes. He seized her wrists, yanking her arms down to her sides. Yet she was only nervous.
"You're not scared," he purred in interest. He stepped closer to her.
"Why? Because demons are said to be rough lovers?" she challenged bravely.
Without missing a beat, he shoved her back against the door, pressing his mouth against hers. She sunk into the kiss, pressing first to slip her tongue into his mouth. She opened her eyes, looking passed him as they kissed at the chair behind them. She tried to get her wrists free from his grasp, but could not manage it. She pushed him forward, feeling him smirk and chuckle as they kissed. She pushed over to the chair, getting him to sit on it. He let her wrists go with a shake, but grabbed her hips, yanking her down to sit on his lap. She could feel his hardness already. She shifted her mouth to kiss down along his neck softly. She could feel his hands tracing up and down her torso over her shirt. His hands slipped their way up smoothly to behind her neck, unhooking her shirt and bra together with nimble fingers.
He grabbed at the base of both of her braids, pulling her head away from his neck. She gasped in surprise at that. Her head hung high as he worked. He pulled off her bra with his free hand, throwing it down on the ground behind her. He then yanked the rest of her shirt down as far as he could on her waist.
His hand came to the back of her neck, pushing her ear in line with mouth. "Not too late to change your mind," he warned huskily. She answered by bringing a hand to the hem of his black sleeveless shirt, pulling it untucked from his black pants. He stayed her hand unexpectedly. "I'll not fuck you though," he warned her. She felt herself grow slightly colder. His hand came up cup her chin, using that hand's thumb to rub across her lower lip. "Everything else is on the table." He bucked his hips up into hers.
His hand pulled her hands to rest on his shoulders. Next, he shoved her hips as far forward as he could. Then he stood up, walking towards the bed. She jumped nervously, bringing her legs wrap around his waist. Her hands clung to his shoulders.
He carried her to the bed, dropping her down on it. He unraveled her from himself in a way that made her heart pound. "I just want to strip you down," he told her.
She drew a series of deep breaths as he did just that. He took off her shoes, then socks. His hands came up to her hips, pulling off her half removed shirted, pants, and panties together. He took his own chance to kick his boots and socks off for himself. She squirmed nervously, half wanting to cover herself up. His finger came up, tracing the slit between her legs. She gasped at that.
"You're aroused," he cooed down at her nervous form. His hands came to her hips, gripping them tightly. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed. "On your knees first," he told her, guiding her to do so.
She slipped down to her knees before him. His hand came under her chin, pulling her head up towards him. He let her chin go, bringing both hands up to undo his belts and pants. She watched as he dropped his own pants and boxers, and stepped out of them. She stared at his chest, unsure and too shy where else to look.
"You ever do this before?" he asked, hand on his cock. She shook her head. He knelt down next to her, pulling her hand up to her mouth. He brought her thumb, of all things, up to his mouth. "Like this," he preempted. He brought her thumb into his mouth, slipping his tongue around as he sucked on it. He took her thumb out of his mouth. "Not like this." He put her thumb back into her mouth, sliding his teeth along it, making her wince.
He gave her hand back to her and stood back over her. His hand came down to her chin, holding her head still, resting her head slightly against the bed. He stepped over to, cock in hand. She found herself hardly sure what to do as she opened her mouth to let him slip it in.