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Hiei's POV
"What do you want?" Kurama asked coldly, more Youko-like and he withdrew his hand form mine.
"What do I want? It should be what you want. Shiori is going to die in an hour, so make up your mind fast." The Ningen possessed by Karasu said.
"Fine. Name your price." I could feel he was silently startled by the prospect of Shiori's life cut down by three precious hours.
"The only way to postpone the poison form activating is by letting me possess the victim for 12 hours a day, form 9 pm to 9am. She must be possessed daily, if not, one second after 9 pm and she will die. The poison cannot be cured, only postponed form activating. In return, I get to use her body in any way I want during ht e12 hours. If you are not satisfied with my offer, then hurry home and spend some last minutes with her while you can, it doesn't matter to me," he said with a disgusting smirk. He was right. We were completely at his mercy.
"Let the Ningen go, and come."
We sped home, and I caught a glint in Kurama's eyes. It was no longer dull, but lit with hatred, vengeance, anxiety, determination, and most of all, desperation with a hint of fear and despair.
Our trip ended, and so did our freedom.
*
I was in my room, in the darkness, and the silence in the house and the surroundings was just unnerving. Dead silence, as if the whole world was killed. Nothing was happening, but somehow, I just got more and more tense as each minute passed by. Maybe it was the last moment of peace before the ultimate destruction.
Nothing had happened in the past week since Karasu started possessing Shiori's body. I should be grateful, but just like tonight, the last moment of peace.
Footsteps, it went up the stairs and past my room. It had finally begun. The sound stopped in front of Kurama's door, and disappeared as the door clicked shut. After about five minutes, which seemed like an eternity, I could bear the silence no more and dashed out. I stopped in front of the door, hesitation, or should I say fearing what I would see. For the first time in my life, I wished everything never happened and I would not have to face the dreadful future anymore. Wishes were still whishes, and they could never come true. Unless you die.
My hand was on the doorknob. I twisted and pushed. My eyes took some time to focus, and my mind took some time to prepare for whatever that lay ahead. It's time to face the music.
Shiori, no Karasu had his hand placed lightly, but firmly on Kurama's neck, guiding his face down, while he tip-toed and pressed his lips, although light as it was, it still made my insides turn over, against my kitsune's mouth. Kurama's eyes were shut, a frown of deep disgust and unwillingness clouded his brows. He had no alternative. His hands were clutched into tight fists by his side, shaking with suppressed detest for Karasu, yet unable to fight back.
Karasu pulled away, thought it did not make me feel less nauseating.
"Really, Hiei, you couldn't have chosen a worse time to interrupt," Shiori's voice ran out chilly and cruel. It was her tone, yet I sounded totally alien to me. He ran his tongue over his lips slowly, as if to savour every bit of Kurama's taste on them. "I didn't expect the infamous youko Kurama to be so sweet, just like a blooming rose. No wonder even the emotionless Forbidden Child would come back for more, isn't it, my Kurama?"
I turned to regard the kitsune, but the avoided my gaze and looked outside the window. A twinge of pain ran through me like a blade stabbed deep into a piece of living flesh, pulling the blade down and drew a smooth line. Blood threatened to fall, but somehow was held back against its will, causing even more torture.
Karasu skimmed his finger across the graceful curve of Kurama's neck and into his silky hair, but the kitsune did not even stir. The finger went along his spine, and my youki was starting to focus onto my right arm. The finger went around his waist, and my youki sparked, burning through the bandage. The finer went down to his hips, and my bandage had fallen away by half.
"Hiei! Don't do it!" Kurama warned but I paid no attention.
I pulled off the rest of the cloth around my arm, revealing my black dragon, and the strip of cloth covering my jagan was blown away by my strong outburst of youki. My dragon fought to be released, now that the seal had been broken, and I took my aim. Karasu just stood there with a smug expression, daring me to fire. My rage surged towards him with my dragon.
Suddenly, Kurama dashed out and stood firmly with his arms spread out, between the attack and Karasu. I stopped just in time, the Kokuryhua barely millimeters away form Kurama's fragile Ningen body the force of the blow sent his hair swirling around his face.
"Get out of the way," I hissed, but could not really be angry at the kitsune.
"Please, don't do it, Hiei," Kurama pleaded, the grief in his tone conveyed his love for his mother, but his eyes showed that he was just as confused and distraught as I was.
"He is Karasu."
"She is Shiori."
My dragon vaporized into the air, reduced to nothing but a black tattoo on my arm.
"Yes, the body of this Ningen woman, the ultimate weakness of the dauntless youko," Karasu said as he emerged from behind Kurama's shield, " but I did not expect it to be intimidating he Forbidden Child too. Ningen emotions, once you are indulged in it, your actions become so easily predictable. I never know it is so much fun to toy with other's feelings, to see them totally at your mercy, to know exactly their next move."
He walked towards me, his eyes alive with frenzy, shining through the innocent irises of Shiori. He brushed his palm against my face and I jerked away, thought the disgustingly icy and dirty tough still lingered in my senses.
"I will be waiting for you in the garden tonight. I believe you have something to ask. Don't keep me waiting for too long because you don't ant this body to suffer from insomnia, right?" He said to me and after keeping his stare into my eyes for a few seconds more, he left.
"Kitsune." Kurama stood by the window, still refusing to meet my gaze. I went over ad wrapped my arms securely around his slender waist, and buried my face in his scarlet hair.
"Don't. touch me," he said feebly and made a weak attempt to free himself, but it caused me to hold even tighter. Slowly, I felt his body turning limp and he leaned back onto me.
"Hiei, I just feel so dirty, being touched by Karasu, but when I look at him, I see the features of Shiori, and I don't know who he is anymore. Every time I tried to push him away, I see Shiori dying and I would feel weak all over. He's using her as hostage, but I can't save her. Now I don't even know how to face you, how to look into your eyes without feeling guilty that I have been touched by someone else, without feeling that I would pollute you."
"You are thinking too much, baka kitsune. You don't' have to know how to face me, because I have never left you.
I carried the frail Kurama to his bed and tucked him in.
"Go on, sleep. You are tired today."
"Promise you won't go tot Karasu tonight," his eyes searching me earnestly for an answer, for a reassurance.
"Fine, now go to sleep, you stubborn creature," and I pressed him onto the bed firmly. Soon, his closed his eyes and fell asleep, though I could see it was not peaceful.
"I'm only doing this for your good, kitsune," I whispered before jumping out of his open window.
*
"You are finally here. It sure took you pretty long time," he said with his back facing me.
"Hn. What do you want?" I said trying to deep the conversation as short as possible.
" Is it not clear to you yet? I want the most desired and feared creature in the Makai, for him to kneel before me, to let him become my toy, to let him suffer thousand of times more than when I died. But most of all, I want him to be mine. Who won't considering how the youko look? Even when he is in his Ningen form the supreme grace and beauty could not be covered. Is that not what you desire for too?"
"Hunger for his body, the lust, is that all?"
"What else could there be? Love? That is just an imaginary thing people create to make themselves weaker. Just look at the youko now, reduced to complying to a soul without any powers, reduced to seeking comfort from someone who came into this world totally by mistake. Love, the most foolish thing ever seen."
I listened in distaste, my detest for him growing with every sickening syllable he spoke. Was I like him before I joined the Reikai Tantei? I could not, and no longer want to remember.
"Undre what conditions will you stop harassing him?"
"Hmm. Let's see. First, kill me, well actually destroy my soul and kill Shiori, which I believe you will not dare to risk. Second, let him come to me willingly, which would not be fun anymore. Last of all, I will leave him alone for 6 months if you agree to disappear from my sight once and for all."
"Why is it me and how would I know I if you have kept your promise or not?"
"With you around to spoil all the good moments, who knows how long I have to wait before Kurama becomes mine? I don't have so much patience and control over myself. As for if I keep my promise, you could never be sure. It all depends on my mood, but I guess you don't have a choice anyway. If I can't curb my desires before the end of 6 months, then count yourself unlucky. I will give you 2 days to think it over, and my offer would never appear again after that."
Rage bolted through me on hearing his contemptuous offer, feeling that I had been treated as a pathetic dog who would accept anything that came along its way.
"Honestly, I don't see why you need such a long time for you decision," he continued, "you haven't really expect the youko to have grown a genuine attachment to you, have you? When have you ever seen any demon in Makai caught in the web of love? The youko is merely toying you around, like what I am doing now, just in a different manner. Furthermore, what good will you bring to him? There's plenty of youkai more powerful than you out there dying to have a partner like Kurama. You are just a pitiful kid who brings disaster to everyone around you, the Forbidden Child."
"SHUT UP!!"
"I'll be waiting." but I had already gone beyond hearing range of his words.
*
I sat by his bed, staring at his angelic face. The red strands acted as a curtain, half hiding his now closed emerald orbs. I ran my fingers lightly over his cheeks, treasuring the smooth texture I felt.
"Why are you doing this to me? I this what you want, Kurama? After touching you, I can't even tear my heart from you, can't even leave you. What have you gotten me into? I hate you ."
Hiei's POV
"What do you want?" Kurama asked coldly, more Youko-like and he withdrew his hand form mine.
"What do I want? It should be what you want. Shiori is going to die in an hour, so make up your mind fast." The Ningen possessed by Karasu said.
"Fine. Name your price." I could feel he was silently startled by the prospect of Shiori's life cut down by three precious hours.
"The only way to postpone the poison form activating is by letting me possess the victim for 12 hours a day, form 9 pm to 9am. She must be possessed daily, if not, one second after 9 pm and she will die. The poison cannot be cured, only postponed form activating. In return, I get to use her body in any way I want during ht e12 hours. If you are not satisfied with my offer, then hurry home and spend some last minutes with her while you can, it doesn't matter to me," he said with a disgusting smirk. He was right. We were completely at his mercy.
"Let the Ningen go, and come."
We sped home, and I caught a glint in Kurama's eyes. It was no longer dull, but lit with hatred, vengeance, anxiety, determination, and most of all, desperation with a hint of fear and despair.
Our trip ended, and so did our freedom.
*
I was in my room, in the darkness, and the silence in the house and the surroundings was just unnerving. Dead silence, as if the whole world was killed. Nothing was happening, but somehow, I just got more and more tense as each minute passed by. Maybe it was the last moment of peace before the ultimate destruction.
Nothing had happened in the past week since Karasu started possessing Shiori's body. I should be grateful, but just like tonight, the last moment of peace.
Footsteps, it went up the stairs and past my room. It had finally begun. The sound stopped in front of Kurama's door, and disappeared as the door clicked shut. After about five minutes, which seemed like an eternity, I could bear the silence no more and dashed out. I stopped in front of the door, hesitation, or should I say fearing what I would see. For the first time in my life, I wished everything never happened and I would not have to face the dreadful future anymore. Wishes were still whishes, and they could never come true. Unless you die.
My hand was on the doorknob. I twisted and pushed. My eyes took some time to focus, and my mind took some time to prepare for whatever that lay ahead. It's time to face the music.
Shiori, no Karasu had his hand placed lightly, but firmly on Kurama's neck, guiding his face down, while he tip-toed and pressed his lips, although light as it was, it still made my insides turn over, against my kitsune's mouth. Kurama's eyes were shut, a frown of deep disgust and unwillingness clouded his brows. He had no alternative. His hands were clutched into tight fists by his side, shaking with suppressed detest for Karasu, yet unable to fight back.
Karasu pulled away, thought it did not make me feel less nauseating.
"Really, Hiei, you couldn't have chosen a worse time to interrupt," Shiori's voice ran out chilly and cruel. It was her tone, yet I sounded totally alien to me. He ran his tongue over his lips slowly, as if to savour every bit of Kurama's taste on them. "I didn't expect the infamous youko Kurama to be so sweet, just like a blooming rose. No wonder even the emotionless Forbidden Child would come back for more, isn't it, my Kurama?"
I turned to regard the kitsune, but the avoided my gaze and looked outside the window. A twinge of pain ran through me like a blade stabbed deep into a piece of living flesh, pulling the blade down and drew a smooth line. Blood threatened to fall, but somehow was held back against its will, causing even more torture.
Karasu skimmed his finger across the graceful curve of Kurama's neck and into his silky hair, but the kitsune did not even stir. The finger went along his spine, and my youki was starting to focus onto my right arm. The finger went around his waist, and my youki sparked, burning through the bandage. The finer went down to his hips, and my bandage had fallen away by half.
"Hiei! Don't do it!" Kurama warned but I paid no attention.
I pulled off the rest of the cloth around my arm, revealing my black dragon, and the strip of cloth covering my jagan was blown away by my strong outburst of youki. My dragon fought to be released, now that the seal had been broken, and I took my aim. Karasu just stood there with a smug expression, daring me to fire. My rage surged towards him with my dragon.
Suddenly, Kurama dashed out and stood firmly with his arms spread out, between the attack and Karasu. I stopped just in time, the Kokuryhua barely millimeters away form Kurama's fragile Ningen body the force of the blow sent his hair swirling around his face.
"Get out of the way," I hissed, but could not really be angry at the kitsune.
"Please, don't do it, Hiei," Kurama pleaded, the grief in his tone conveyed his love for his mother, but his eyes showed that he was just as confused and distraught as I was.
"He is Karasu."
"She is Shiori."
My dragon vaporized into the air, reduced to nothing but a black tattoo on my arm.
"Yes, the body of this Ningen woman, the ultimate weakness of the dauntless youko," Karasu said as he emerged from behind Kurama's shield, " but I did not expect it to be intimidating he Forbidden Child too. Ningen emotions, once you are indulged in it, your actions become so easily predictable. I never know it is so much fun to toy with other's feelings, to see them totally at your mercy, to know exactly their next move."
He walked towards me, his eyes alive with frenzy, shining through the innocent irises of Shiori. He brushed his palm against my face and I jerked away, thought the disgustingly icy and dirty tough still lingered in my senses.
"I will be waiting for you in the garden tonight. I believe you have something to ask. Don't keep me waiting for too long because you don't ant this body to suffer from insomnia, right?" He said to me and after keeping his stare into my eyes for a few seconds more, he left.
"Kitsune." Kurama stood by the window, still refusing to meet my gaze. I went over ad wrapped my arms securely around his slender waist, and buried my face in his scarlet hair.
"Don't. touch me," he said feebly and made a weak attempt to free himself, but it caused me to hold even tighter. Slowly, I felt his body turning limp and he leaned back onto me.
"Hiei, I just feel so dirty, being touched by Karasu, but when I look at him, I see the features of Shiori, and I don't know who he is anymore. Every time I tried to push him away, I see Shiori dying and I would feel weak all over. He's using her as hostage, but I can't save her. Now I don't even know how to face you, how to look into your eyes without feeling guilty that I have been touched by someone else, without feeling that I would pollute you."
"You are thinking too much, baka kitsune. You don't' have to know how to face me, because I have never left you.
I carried the frail Kurama to his bed and tucked him in.
"Go on, sleep. You are tired today."
"Promise you won't go tot Karasu tonight," his eyes searching me earnestly for an answer, for a reassurance.
"Fine, now go to sleep, you stubborn creature," and I pressed him onto the bed firmly. Soon, his closed his eyes and fell asleep, though I could see it was not peaceful.
"I'm only doing this for your good, kitsune," I whispered before jumping out of his open window.
*
"You are finally here. It sure took you pretty long time," he said with his back facing me.
"Hn. What do you want?" I said trying to deep the conversation as short as possible.
" Is it not clear to you yet? I want the most desired and feared creature in the Makai, for him to kneel before me, to let him become my toy, to let him suffer thousand of times more than when I died. But most of all, I want him to be mine. Who won't considering how the youko look? Even when he is in his Ningen form the supreme grace and beauty could not be covered. Is that not what you desire for too?"
"Hunger for his body, the lust, is that all?"
"What else could there be? Love? That is just an imaginary thing people create to make themselves weaker. Just look at the youko now, reduced to complying to a soul without any powers, reduced to seeking comfort from someone who came into this world totally by mistake. Love, the most foolish thing ever seen."
I listened in distaste, my detest for him growing with every sickening syllable he spoke. Was I like him before I joined the Reikai Tantei? I could not, and no longer want to remember.
"Undre what conditions will you stop harassing him?"
"Hmm. Let's see. First, kill me, well actually destroy my soul and kill Shiori, which I believe you will not dare to risk. Second, let him come to me willingly, which would not be fun anymore. Last of all, I will leave him alone for 6 months if you agree to disappear from my sight once and for all."
"Why is it me and how would I know I if you have kept your promise or not?"
"With you around to spoil all the good moments, who knows how long I have to wait before Kurama becomes mine? I don't have so much patience and control over myself. As for if I keep my promise, you could never be sure. It all depends on my mood, but I guess you don't have a choice anyway. If I can't curb my desires before the end of 6 months, then count yourself unlucky. I will give you 2 days to think it over, and my offer would never appear again after that."
Rage bolted through me on hearing his contemptuous offer, feeling that I had been treated as a pathetic dog who would accept anything that came along its way.
"Honestly, I don't see why you need such a long time for you decision," he continued, "you haven't really expect the youko to have grown a genuine attachment to you, have you? When have you ever seen any demon in Makai caught in the web of love? The youko is merely toying you around, like what I am doing now, just in a different manner. Furthermore, what good will you bring to him? There's plenty of youkai more powerful than you out there dying to have a partner like Kurama. You are just a pitiful kid who brings disaster to everyone around you, the Forbidden Child."
"SHUT UP!!"
"I'll be waiting." but I had already gone beyond hearing range of his words.
*
I sat by his bed, staring at his angelic face. The red strands acted as a curtain, half hiding his now closed emerald orbs. I ran my fingers lightly over his cheeks, treasuring the smooth texture I felt.
"Why are you doing this to me? I this what you want, Kurama? After touching you, I can't even tear my heart from you, can't even leave you. What have you gotten me into? I hate you ."
