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CH.2-Roses and Vanilla

Dark eyes watched the bleeding girl stager down the hall, the scar on his back pulsed with excitement and his handsome mouth curled upward in a wicked grin at the sight of the bleeding teen.

"So I have found you, Kanna show me her attacker."

The pail youkai (demon) complied silently, an image of Ryo drifted lazily across the smooth suffice of the soul-snatching mirror.

"So my sweet kitten is having dog problems as well?"

His eyes filled with hunger, plans of evil and desires for a cryptic power, the dark eyed man chuckled, a cold merciless sound, the young kijo (demoness) shivered the image in her mirror wavering like her courage.

"Kanna I want you to keep an eye on my cat."

"Yes master Naraku."

As Hasu-ko wobbled down the long marble hall way she became aware that someone was following her, they where being quit but not silent she could tell the person could be completely silent if they wanted they probably didn't want to spook or startle her, at first she was afraid that it would be Ryo coming to punish her but the more she thought about it the less sense it made, Ryo would sneak up on her without a second thought he did it all the time purposely scaring the crap out of her thou she was pretty shore he wasn't always that quit on purpose, he was jest like that but he never bothered to tell her he was there sometimes their in the same room and she never knows he's there until he grabs her or says something, she took a sniff of the air to get a better idea of who her stalker was but all she could smell was roses she didn't know anyone who smelled like roses, did she? Her musing was cut short as a sharp pain shot thru her chest reminding her she was bleeding to death, leaving a long trail of blood behind she continued to stager down the hall. Hasu-ko ignored her pursuer as long as she could but now it was jest annoying, she whirled around intent on attacking her stalker but no one was there, as she backed up she bumped into something, she discovered the something was actually a someone when two strong arms wrapped around her petit waist and held her to a firm chest.

"You need to have that wound looked at."

"Who are you?"

"Kurama."

"Ok Kurama . . . let go."

"Let me see your wound."

"No."

"Why?"

"Cuz. . . I don't wana."

With that said Hasu-ko pulled away from Kurama and took a few steps back, he took a few forward.

"You need help."

"No I don't!"

"Let me help you."

"No!"

Hasu-ko took to the air jumping over Kurama and running down the hall way as fast as she could in her state Kurama easily caught up, when he tried to grab her she zig zaged at the last minute causing him to miss, they played they zig zag game for a while before Kurama decided enough was enough and ran in front of her, tripping and straddling her hips in one swift movement he trapped her hands at her sides with his knees, the cold marble floor on her bare back caused her to arch into him triggering a tightening spasm in his mussels making his already tight grip impossible to brake. Hasu-ko squirmed and pulled at her hands but he was to heavy, she rocked her hips trying to unseat him or maybe knock him off balance but it didn't work. Kurama ran his hand thru his hair summoning the essential herbs, the wound was right over her right breast, he laid the summand leaf over her wound and pushed it to the wound with the necessary force, Hasu-ko shrieked and started hissing at him like an angry cat but he ignored her as he concentrated on his task. Hasu-ko was growing irritated that he refused to remove him self from her, she brought up her nee to hit him on the back but because of how he was straddling her, her hip bones ground into his pelvis earning a moan from deep inside Kuramas throat, he blushed but did not move his hand or the leaf as he preset it to her chest. It was starting to burn her and she didn't like it, she started to thrash trying to rid herself of him with no success, suddenly the pain stopped, Kurama removed the leaf to revel her soft skin flawless once more but he still didn't get up he jest sat there on top of her feeling her struggle beneath him trying to destruct him or knock him off, nether of which was happening. After a few more minuets of struggling she decided it was hopeless and it would be more affective to jest yell at him instead.

"What the hell are you doing!? Get off!"

"Hum?"

"GET OFF!!"

"Oh sorry."

Kurama claimed off her with agonizing slowness every once and a while he would "accidentally" brush up ageist or crease her, as soon as Hasu-ko got all the felling back in her hands and lags she tried to run away but Kuramas hand shot out and snared her wrist, he wrapped his other hand loosely around hers, almost as soon as his hand wrapped around hers he jest let go and walked away along side the long trail of dried blood. Hasu-ko stared after him for awhile, when she looked down there was a single red rose cradled gently in her small hand.

Kuramas P.O.V

He couldn't believe he jest did that it wasn't like him at all, he didn't know what had driven him to go to such lengths to heal some one who avesley didn't want to be healed but what he wondered about most was how someone could smell so much like vanilla, as he walked down the lonely hall way he wondered if she would taste as good as the vanilla she smelt like after all he had already discovered that she was jest as smooth. . . . .

A/N Yes they are all my original charters and they will be the only ones. Hay!! If it was bad plez tell me so I can fix it! And for those of you who like Hiei parings don't stop reading this is a love square. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIWES!!! BUT IF I DON'T GET MORE I AM GOING TO STOP THIS STORY!!!