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Connections, connections. Everything's connected by some common string if you follow it back far enough, but how far can you go until you begin to see the loop?
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Chapter 13
//what's happening?// Kurama thought he said but he couldn't tell if he was hearing the words or still thinking them. //Is anyone there?// the darkness was maddening it was inert, endless and...cold. Kurama wanted to rub his arms and warm himself but when he reached...nothing happened. He didn't reach, he didn't feel. It was dark and...
//Please someone, tell me I'm dreaming. This can't be death.// He remembered the stone cold eyes of the ice demoness and the pain and...and something else...Why couldn't he remember? If he could remember, some of this would make sense or maybe give him a clue anyway.
"I'm not dead, not by a long shot." Kurama heard a voice. "But dreaming is out to."
//Who is it?// the voice was familiar, Kurama new it better than Hiei's, Yusuke's or even his mother's voice but who...no...how?
"It's going to be close. I hope he can sort it out." Without a doubt that was the voice he called his own for hundreds of years, until sixteen years ago, Yoko-Kurama.
//He?// shuichi asked, trying to remember beyond those terrible eyes. //what do you mean? How can you be talking to me when you're...me?//
"You?" The darkness was split by the fox demon of golden eyes and long silver hair. "So." Shuichi suddenly felt wind and saw a sky from the grassy feild they stood in. He looked at his hands. "you reject me?" Yoko-Kurama asked.
//What?// Shuichi's green eyes looked into the gold eyes of his past. It was such a confusing question it was absurd.
"That's why I'm standing here and you're standing there, isn't it?" the silver haired demon folded his arms. The look on his face was casual, no worry or disappointment. What was he thinking?
//That's ridiculous, I can no more reject you than I can reject myself.// he put a hand on his chest sincerely. He said that and yet something was missing. //To deny you would mean I cannot accept my existance.//
The demon's gold eyes never faltered. He came a step closer and snatched Shuichi's wrist. The red head gasped, feeling adrenaline from the shock of his speed. Yoko-Kurama pressed Kurama's pale hand against his warm cheek.
"But I frighten you don't I?" he's eyes were more playful now. Like the cat who caught it's mouse.
//I have no reason to be afraid.// Green eyes averted as he pulled his hand away. He could think clearer a few steps back.
"Deny all you want." the fox demon threw his hands in a shrug. "The more you do the worse it will become. I don't know how long we can last against the hunter in your condition."
//The hunter.// was barely a whisper, although, this whole time he never felt words form in his mouth. Ignoring that, Kurama remembered well the hunter that forced him into hiding. That man, he could take everything away. The red head steadied himself. //But...he's in the demon world.//
"So was I." They were facing each other again.
//No. it's impossible, he wouldn't have come as long as he serves the Mastsue.// The red head insisted, although a bit rattled from the mere mention.
"Impossible? tch tch tch." the silver haired demon's touge clicked against his teeth as he waved a finger in the air. "You've already sensed his presence."
//When did I...?// Shuichi put a hand to his head, desperate to remember something so important.
"He's here." Yoko-Kurama moved closer to his other self, so slowly Shuichi barely noticed when the distance between them vanished. "And he will find you. And I don't know about you but," the demon took the red head's hand and casually draped it over his shoulder, "I don't want to die yet."
//What are you doing?// Kurama felt an arm come around him and a hand tilting his chin up.
"They say when you kiss you share a peice of you're soul." the tall yokai leaned in. "If you never meant to reject me, you won't reject me now."
Kurama didn't know how to start being confused. It could all be a dream, couldn't it? But...he was supposed to know something. Something that this part of him knew. If a kiss was all it took to get that back, very well. He closed his green eyes, blushing madly and maybe even trembling. Was he the only one bottered by the kinky nature of this proposal?
"We are meant to be the same soul, you and I." the other whispered. Sweet breath touched Kurama's lips, asking for acceptance. Strong arms tightened around the red head in a gentle but firm embrace, pulling him into a...passionate kiss.
It was strange at first but, with every breath the other's mouth became more familar and enjoyable. He could feel the closeness of that something he wanted. A voice, a heart, a memory, a life he wanted back. Shuichi's arms wrapped around Yoko-Kurama's neck, hungry for more.
Kurama felt a wild, insatiable lust flooding his senses. His silver hair was soft, his demon scent and the taste...Give me more, his body cried out with every touch. In his madness the red head didn't mind the claw of the fox demon that marked his back. Blood mixed with sweat as they moved closer together. The heat of their bodies amplified by their desires, threw logic and reason to the wind.
"I am you." the other breathed "I want what you want." Yoko-Kurama brushed his lips down Kurama's neck and nibbled on his ear. "Tell me." the yokai asked him. "Tell me what you want."
The red head felt like he was on fire. His passions up to now had all been reactions from desires welling up inside him. No thought, just action. He had even forgotten the reasons for why this all began. Questions now would just get in the way. Shuichi kissed the silver haired demon hoping he would just forget about such destractions.
"I want?" The fox demon insisted, pulling back. Green eyes saw the determination in those golden pools. He would have to come up with an answer, a satisfactory answer.
"I..." Kurama heard his voice, finally. He breathed, not sure what to say. "I want..." before he finished the sentence the yokai was already shaking his head. That's not it. A calming feeling fell over him, he was remembering that something he couldn't remember before. "I want..." his lower lip trembled as he remembered an anxiety as well. Yoko-Kurama nodded. "But..." his heart stung with pain and his voice shook. "I don't think he wants me."
"You...I...have got to try. You see...I don't want to be alone any more." Yoko-Kurama's golden eyes confessed what green eyes reflected. They embraced in the darkness, until Kurama was alone and ready to follow that pulling feeling to a light beyond his eyes.
"Morning?" Kurama rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. Birds were singing in the hours just before sunrise. A warmth filled him and he sensed a power pouring into him, giving him strength. He reached to touch is chest and felt a hand. Looking down he saw Hiei laying by his side, the dragon marked arm drapped over his heart. It was glowing an orange hue as the black dragon stirred.
"Hiei." the red head brushed his cheek. //Is he sleeping? He must have exhausted himself.// Kurama pulled him closer, covering them with a light blanket he found nearby. "It's okay now. You can sleep." Without fear he took Hiei's hand and kissed the dragon. The fire demon breathed a sigh and relaxed against him. "Thank you." he kissed the other's hair and held him.
Connections, connections. Everything's connected by some common string if you follow it back far enough, but how far can you go until you begin to see the loop?
Thanks for comments! Comment more!! Muwahahaha!
Chapter 13
//what's happening?// Kurama thought he said but he couldn't tell if he was hearing the words or still thinking them. //Is anyone there?// the darkness was maddening it was inert, endless and...cold. Kurama wanted to rub his arms and warm himself but when he reached...nothing happened. He didn't reach, he didn't feel. It was dark and...
//Please someone, tell me I'm dreaming. This can't be death.// He remembered the stone cold eyes of the ice demoness and the pain and...and something else...Why couldn't he remember? If he could remember, some of this would make sense or maybe give him a clue anyway.
"I'm not dead, not by a long shot." Kurama heard a voice. "But dreaming is out to."
//Who is it?// the voice was familiar, Kurama new it better than Hiei's, Yusuke's or even his mother's voice but who...no...how?
"It's going to be close. I hope he can sort it out." Without a doubt that was the voice he called his own for hundreds of years, until sixteen years ago, Yoko-Kurama.
//He?// shuichi asked, trying to remember beyond those terrible eyes. //what do you mean? How can you be talking to me when you're...me?//
"You?" The darkness was split by the fox demon of golden eyes and long silver hair. "So." Shuichi suddenly felt wind and saw a sky from the grassy feild they stood in. He looked at his hands. "you reject me?" Yoko-Kurama asked.
//What?// Shuichi's green eyes looked into the gold eyes of his past. It was such a confusing question it was absurd.
"That's why I'm standing here and you're standing there, isn't it?" the silver haired demon folded his arms. The look on his face was casual, no worry or disappointment. What was he thinking?
//That's ridiculous, I can no more reject you than I can reject myself.// he put a hand on his chest sincerely. He said that and yet something was missing. //To deny you would mean I cannot accept my existance.//
The demon's gold eyes never faltered. He came a step closer and snatched Shuichi's wrist. The red head gasped, feeling adrenaline from the shock of his speed. Yoko-Kurama pressed Kurama's pale hand against his warm cheek.
"But I frighten you don't I?" he's eyes were more playful now. Like the cat who caught it's mouse.
//I have no reason to be afraid.// Green eyes averted as he pulled his hand away. He could think clearer a few steps back.
"Deny all you want." the fox demon threw his hands in a shrug. "The more you do the worse it will become. I don't know how long we can last against the hunter in your condition."
//The hunter.// was barely a whisper, although, this whole time he never felt words form in his mouth. Ignoring that, Kurama remembered well the hunter that forced him into hiding. That man, he could take everything away. The red head steadied himself. //But...he's in the demon world.//
"So was I." They were facing each other again.
//No. it's impossible, he wouldn't have come as long as he serves the Mastsue.// The red head insisted, although a bit rattled from the mere mention.
"Impossible? tch tch tch." the silver haired demon's touge clicked against his teeth as he waved a finger in the air. "You've already sensed his presence."
//When did I...?// Shuichi put a hand to his head, desperate to remember something so important.
"He's here." Yoko-Kurama moved closer to his other self, so slowly Shuichi barely noticed when the distance between them vanished. "And he will find you. And I don't know about you but," the demon took the red head's hand and casually draped it over his shoulder, "I don't want to die yet."
//What are you doing?// Kurama felt an arm come around him and a hand tilting his chin up.
"They say when you kiss you share a peice of you're soul." the tall yokai leaned in. "If you never meant to reject me, you won't reject me now."
Kurama didn't know how to start being confused. It could all be a dream, couldn't it? But...he was supposed to know something. Something that this part of him knew. If a kiss was all it took to get that back, very well. He closed his green eyes, blushing madly and maybe even trembling. Was he the only one bottered by the kinky nature of this proposal?
"We are meant to be the same soul, you and I." the other whispered. Sweet breath touched Kurama's lips, asking for acceptance. Strong arms tightened around the red head in a gentle but firm embrace, pulling him into a...passionate kiss.
It was strange at first but, with every breath the other's mouth became more familar and enjoyable. He could feel the closeness of that something he wanted. A voice, a heart, a memory, a life he wanted back. Shuichi's arms wrapped around Yoko-Kurama's neck, hungry for more.
Kurama felt a wild, insatiable lust flooding his senses. His silver hair was soft, his demon scent and the taste...Give me more, his body cried out with every touch. In his madness the red head didn't mind the claw of the fox demon that marked his back. Blood mixed with sweat as they moved closer together. The heat of their bodies amplified by their desires, threw logic and reason to the wind.
"I am you." the other breathed "I want what you want." Yoko-Kurama brushed his lips down Kurama's neck and nibbled on his ear. "Tell me." the yokai asked him. "Tell me what you want."
The red head felt like he was on fire. His passions up to now had all been reactions from desires welling up inside him. No thought, just action. He had even forgotten the reasons for why this all began. Questions now would just get in the way. Shuichi kissed the silver haired demon hoping he would just forget about such destractions.
"I want?" The fox demon insisted, pulling back. Green eyes saw the determination in those golden pools. He would have to come up with an answer, a satisfactory answer.
"I..." Kurama heard his voice, finally. He breathed, not sure what to say. "I want..." before he finished the sentence the yokai was already shaking his head. That's not it. A calming feeling fell over him, he was remembering that something he couldn't remember before. "I want..." his lower lip trembled as he remembered an anxiety as well. Yoko-Kurama nodded. "But..." his heart stung with pain and his voice shook. "I don't think he wants me."
"You...I...have got to try. You see...I don't want to be alone any more." Yoko-Kurama's golden eyes confessed what green eyes reflected. They embraced in the darkness, until Kurama was alone and ready to follow that pulling feeling to a light beyond his eyes.
"Morning?" Kurama rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. Birds were singing in the hours just before sunrise. A warmth filled him and he sensed a power pouring into him, giving him strength. He reached to touch is chest and felt a hand. Looking down he saw Hiei laying by his side, the dragon marked arm drapped over his heart. It was glowing an orange hue as the black dragon stirred.
"Hiei." the red head brushed his cheek. //Is he sleeping? He must have exhausted himself.// Kurama pulled him closer, covering them with a light blanket he found nearby. "It's okay now. You can sleep." Without fear he took Hiei's hand and kissed the dragon. The fire demon breathed a sigh and relaxed against him. "Thank you." he kissed the other's hair and held him.