UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 10, 2002

"Hmm," Kurei started with a bemused smile. "I never thought that you drool."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Fuuko asked hotly. "And how in blazes did you get in here? I locked the door before I went to sleep!"

Kurei smirked, took out a set if keys that are held together by a thin piece of wire. "This is my house, Fuuko, I can literally do whatever I want."

"Whatever!" Fuuko huffed indignantly. Even though she had a very fine silk pajama on,

But she felt uncomfortable because the top did hug her breasts a little too tightly. And it was a bad thing, because she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 11, 2002

"What do you want anyways?" Fuuko asked, looking away from Kurei's intensive gaze.

"I wanted to talk to you," said Kurei in an unfeeling voice, one hand supporting his head and leaning on the arm of the chair. Fuuko wondered for a moment where his 'charming' voice had gone. "Do you know that the fuujin is one powerful madougu?"

Here he stood up and walked towards the bed. "Of course I do," Fuuko snarled at Kurei. "It took me a lot of good man hours to learn to control that thing!"

Fuuko swallowed. Kurei was getting dangerously closer. He was walking towards the bed painfully slow, clad in his black attire.

"I know for a fact that you have it here with you," Kurei said in a malicious voice. One-step, two, Fuuko swallowed again. Good thing that blasted chair is quite far away from the bed. "I know you don't leave home without it. Why, I bet that it's even hidden in the top-drawer of that dresser of yours over there," said Kurei, pointing to a wooden dresser beside Fuuko's large bed. Dang! He was right again. It was just an arm's reach but Fuuko knew she couldn't move a finger and not have Kurei blast her with her a ball of blue flame. Fuuko mentally kicked herself for not wearing her prized weapon in the enemy's territory.

But still, it is a risk worth taking.

She moved for the dresser but stopped in mid-action for Kurei had sent a small ball of blue flame to her dresser. The smooth polished surface of the wooden dresser was now scorched to no recognition. Fuuko looked at Kurei and he smirked.

Fuuko heaved a sigh and went back to her original position, leaning on the headboard of the bed. "What do you want, Kurei?" Fuuko asked again, only this time, a good deal calmer. Now she was positive that the only way to finish this conversation safe and sound was to talk calmly and civilly to Kurei. "If you came here to lecture me about how powerful the fuujin is, then you should just go back to sleep because I already know all about it. So just go away."

"Are you sure you know everything about the fuujin?" he asked, twisted smile more malicious now. Fuuko opened her mouth to retort but Kurei beat her to it. "Oh, I'm sure Kage Houshi told you things about it, but are you sure that that witch knows everything about the fuujin? She was just a normal housewife at the Hokage clan, Fuuko. What makes you so sure that she knows the whole complex of the madgous?"

Fuuko thought about it. As much as Fuuko trusted Kagerou, she had to admit Kurei did have a point. "So what? She has told me all I needed to know to learn it!" Fuuko said in a heated tone. The stupid git just wouldn't get rid of that ugly and annoying grin! He still continued to walk towards her, now past the edge of the bed. Fuuko didn't like the fact that she was feeling helpless while Kurei was imperious over her.

"She didn't know everything about the fuujin, Fuuko," Kurei said in a tone that bears a note of triumph. "She is correct by saying that it is a high-class madogou, and by saying that because of its strength, very few people can handle it. What she didn't discern was that the fuujin chooses its wielder. Sure, anyone can learn how to use it, but a very, very small number of people had been accepted by the fuujin as its wielder. Throughout history, only 3 people had been strong enough to be granted by the fuujin this sporadic opportunity."

He had finally reached the place where the headboard was located. He sat on the edge of the bed and Fuuko was thankful for the fact that she was sitting near the middle. Relief was soon extinguished because Kurei sat closer to her. Fuuko squirmed at the sudden intimacy of his actions. She smelled a certain musk fragrance that seems to emanate from Kurei himself. What surprised Fuuko and made her squirm most was when Kurei had put his right hand on her left cheek and made her look into his bright Prussian eyes. For a few seconds, Fuuko had forgotten to breathe.

"And one of those 3 is you." Kurei said in a benevolent tone. "And that's why I need you. I want you to participate in an experiment of mine."

Fuuko jerked her head away from Kurei's hand, looking away from his gaze. "I am not your guinea pig!" Fuuko said softly, but she made sure that she had made her point clear.

"Oh, but you will participate," Kurei said, malicious now seeping through his voice. "For your parent's sake."

UNTITLED AS OF YET

By saicho_18

April 12, 2002

Fuuko turned her head towards Kurei sharply. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath tickle her skin. But the things Kurei had said had distracted her from their physical closeness.

"What do you mean," Fuuko asked in a steady voice, which was a little surprising because her heart was pounding like mad for one reason or another. "'For my parent's sake'?"

Kurei leaned back a little. "I happen to know for a fact that you love your parents greatly which is a shame, because they are always out of the country because of their silly little trips to look for excitement." Kurei said in a mock-concern voice. "And this fact is why I am certain that you will participate in my experiment. I want to know why the fuujin came out of its shell and informed you that they have accepted you as their rightful wielder. I want to know what special characteristic you hold to prove to the fuujin that you are worthy of its respect."

"Boy, you really are bored, aren't you?" said Fuuko in a mocking tone. "Why are you so interested with the fuujin anyway? Why not have these stupid obsessions with the Ensui or the Kougan Anki? And last question, why me?"

"First and foremost, Fuuko," said Kurei with another wicked grin. "I did not choose the other members of your team because you are the only person in it that is worthy to be studied. Recca's power was inherited, no mystery about that. Tokiya Mikagami's amazing ability with the Ensui was studied and thus, a great swordsman was produced. Saturn's ring provided Domon Ishijima's incredible strength, but that just showed a simple acceptance of supernatural abilities. As for Kaoru Koganei and Ganko Morikawa, I already know how they had learned to control their madogous. They were members of the Uruha, after all."

Fuuko couldn't find her voice for a while so she couldn't speak.

"Don't you understand?" said Kurei in a voice that warned Fuuko that his patience is wearing thin. "Mikagami's Ensui, Koganei's Kougan Anki, and Morikawa's madogou are studied. Recca's flame is inherited and Ishijima's nose ring is gives him monstrous abilities. You are the only person in that team who was favored by a psychic device. Of course, you are not alone in this world who was granted the same gratuity but you are, nonetheless, the only female who has achieved this goal and the only person that I have not yet studied."

"What about Yanagi?" Fuuko said, voice wavering a bit. "What about her healing powers?"

Kurei leaned closer once again. This time, his face was so close to Fuuko's that it was a mere centimeter apart. Fukko felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end because of his nearness.

"This is a project of mine," said Kurei in a very husky voice. "I have done this without the support of Kouran Mori in any way. I have done this for my exclusive research and because of my personal interest in you, do you understand?"

What Kurei did next was the most surprising thing anybody had done to Fuuko. He closes the space between their faces and captured Fuuko's delicate pink lips with his.

Fuuko gasped in surprise and Kurei took advantage of her action, thus slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Fuuko looked at Kurei, wide-eyed. She was too shocked to move. Kurei's tongue was probing the inside of her mouth closed-eyed. She couldn't believe what was happening, Kurei was kissing her.

The evil Kurei Mori gave her her very first kiss.

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I just wanted to say a very big 'THANK YOU' to strife_07 who is a very close friend of mine. She gave me the whole idea of Kurei's explanation in this chapter. She was the one who gave me the idea that I was most craving for since I started to write this fic. And that is the reason why it took me so long to write Kurei's clarification upon things. Strife_07 was also the one who gave me the whole 'I never thought that you drool' line from Kurei so here I am, giving her all the credit that she deserves.

On a completely senseless note, Strife_07 is writing a fanfiction now but it might take a while before she can upload it. So please wait for it because she is a better writer than I am and she thinks of things more thoroughly than I do.

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