Authoress' notes: Hey! Well, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, no matter how hard I try to buy the rights with my feeble paycheck....*glares at place of employment, who shrugs*
And I'm just giving all of you who aren't avid Yu Yu watchers a heads up. "Suechi" is Kurama's name in his human form, the name his human mother gave him, and everyone in Human World calls him.
And another heads up. The term "Yujo" means "Friendship."
AANNDD...This story will have my first TRUE lemon section...so...yeah..
GothKat: *sigh* She sure does like to hear herself talk, don't she?
*All of PenPusherM's friends* OOHH YEAH!
Me: *Glares*
Them:*shrugs* Well, it's true...
Me: ANYWAYS...on with the story! Enjoy!
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Kurama pressed his forehead against the car window. The vehicle raced away from Tokyo, and into the mountainous terrain.
"Since when does Koenma offer us a car?" Yusuke flicked on the radio from the back-seat controls. "This is classy!"
"Think a little, Yusuke." Hiei scoffed. "He needs body guards. Diplomacy to the Demon World isn't exactly safe, even for the Prince of Spirit World. He's simply worried that some angry demon will jump him."
"And good riddance." Kuwabara yawned and stretched lazily. "As long as we get the perks. A sweet car, free food-"
"And all of the female servants attending Koenma." Hiei gave them a rare smile. "The demon embassy depends of Enma's good will, so they'll supply anything to make his son happy."
"You're joking." Yusuke stared open-mouthed at Hiei.
"No." Hiei smiled again. "Kurama, you were there once. You tell them."
Kurama merely glared at Hiei. "I don't remember."
"Suit yourself."
Kurama returned his gaze to the window. The truth was, he did remember. He remembered as though it were yesterday.
: 295 years ago:
Yoko Kurama narrowed his eyes, and judged the distance from the tree branch where he sat to the half open window he was about to steal into. With a skillful leap, Yoko swung inside, almost noiselessly.
It was the annual Spirit World ruler's visit to the old and elaborate castle in Demon World, a trip made every year to keep the peace between the two worlds. As a result, it meant that every wealthy demon of importance was staying the castle. Along with enough guards to ensure the safety of the occupants against an army of five hundred if need be. But Yoko was an army of one, and was quite unexpected. Nobody went inside unnoticed, it seemed. This was a fool's errand, but Yoko craved the danger.
Treading silently, Yoko padded into the room of the open window. A fat demon lay snoring in the wide, silk-sheeted bed. A quick trip around the room left Yoko with a nearly full sack of the unfortunate demon's valuables. With an amused glance at the demon, Yoko slipped into the hall, and quietly into the next room over.
As he entered, he heard a gasp, and froze. Turning ever so slightly, Yoko glanced at the bed. Then he gasped.
Sitting upright was another fox-demon, a beautiful female, which looked to be relatively young, about his age. Her hair was a typical fox-red, and curiously stopped just below her jaw line. Well rounded-out and slender, she stared at him, deep brown eyes holding fear and anger.
Yoko's brain was telling him to flee, but his feet disobeyed him. With slow steps, he walked towards her.
The girl stood abruptly. "What do you want?"
Yoko stopped. "I was- I mean-" He stopped talking unsure exactly what to say.
"You're a thief." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
"Ah- Oh. Yes, yes I am." Yoko felt like smacking himself. This conversation was NOT going how he wanted it to.
"Then steal me!"
"Wha-?" What was that supposed to mean?!
Now she moved foreword, so they were feet apart. "Please! My father means to marry me off to the highest bidder, and he thinks I have no clue about it. I can't escape this place, not with the guards and all. But you got in unnoticed...and if you took me.." Suddenly she flushed and looked down. "I'm sorry. I'm asking you too much."
Yoko laughed, softly. "Oh no. You see, as King of Thieves, it's my duty to get you out of here. A damsel in distress must be attended to."
"King of Thieves? As in, Yoko Kurama?"
"Yes. You know of me?"
"I've heard so much of you from my father! He hates you, him and his partners."
"Just who is this father of yours?" Yoko grinned.
"He is the manager of Sukion Corperation."
Yoko grinned wider. "Ah, yes, I did happen to pay them a visit awhile ago. They were very kind to me. Unknowingly, of course." With that, he took her by the hand. "Let's be on our way. Oh, wait, mess the sheets so that it appears to be a struggle."
She gave him an impish grin and pulled at the sheets. Yoko winked roguishly at her, then picked her up and ran noiselessly from the room, into the hall, and back through the window. Silent as the night's breeze, they faded into the blackness.
"Earth to Kurama!"
"What?" Kurama shook himself mentally. It did nobody any good by dwelling on the past.
"Kuwabara just asked if you remembered if the bar has an age limit!" Yusuke said impatiently.
"I told you, I don't know!" Kurama sounded much harsher than his usual collected self. Yusuke and Kuwabara shrugged and went back to their conversation. Hiei leaned in towards Kurama.
"Of course you remember, Kurama. You found your mate there, didn't you? I saw with my own eyes the posters Suskioh Sukion put up asking for your head and his lovely daughter's safe return."
Kurama didn't answer to this. Yes, Suskioh had been furious. Once again, he slipped back into old memories.
Emiko was her name. She had loped along beside him as they nearly flew across country. Although this was most likely the longest distance she had ever traveled at such a pace she ran along with no complaint.
After an hour or so of straight flight, Yoko pulled up, breathing lightly. Emiko stopped and doubled over, panting heavily.
"We're here." Yoko grinned and passed a hand over the old, wide-girthed oak tree they had stopped in front of. The tree rumbled, and the crack widened so that a slim person could slip in or out.
"You may stay here, if you like." Yoko said. Emiko smiled.
"Really? Oh, thank you!" Emiko had stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
Feelings had erupted in him then. He found himself kissing her back, on her lips, drinking her in hungrily, her response satisfactory. By the time he had time to realize his actions, they had already broken apart.
"You're very welcome here." Yoko murmured.
Emiko smiled. "Thank you." With that, she slipped into the narrow opening of the tree, Yoko at her tail.
Yoko had started bringing Emiko on his raids soon after that, marveling at her natural ability of stealth. But natural ability or no, there had been some close shaves that proved she still had to work on her thieving skills. But after the first few mistakes, she became a well-oiled machine that worked as well as he did.
With Yoko's help, she developed her Spirit Energy into a power worthy of the Quest class, her attacks modeled after his. She was quite handy with a dual Rose Whip, two shorter versions of his own Rose Whip. She was perfect, and he was falling for her fast.
And I'm just giving all of you who aren't avid Yu Yu watchers a heads up. "Suechi" is Kurama's name in his human form, the name his human mother gave him, and everyone in Human World calls him.
And another heads up. The term "Yujo" means "Friendship."
AANNDD...This story will have my first TRUE lemon section...so...yeah..
GothKat: *sigh* She sure does like to hear herself talk, don't she?
*All of PenPusherM's friends* OOHH YEAH!
Me: *Glares*
Them:*shrugs* Well, it's true...
Me: ANYWAYS...on with the story! Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kurama pressed his forehead against the car window. The vehicle raced away from Tokyo, and into the mountainous terrain.
"Since when does Koenma offer us a car?" Yusuke flicked on the radio from the back-seat controls. "This is classy!"
"Think a little, Yusuke." Hiei scoffed. "He needs body guards. Diplomacy to the Demon World isn't exactly safe, even for the Prince of Spirit World. He's simply worried that some angry demon will jump him."
"And good riddance." Kuwabara yawned and stretched lazily. "As long as we get the perks. A sweet car, free food-"
"And all of the female servants attending Koenma." Hiei gave them a rare smile. "The demon embassy depends of Enma's good will, so they'll supply anything to make his son happy."
"You're joking." Yusuke stared open-mouthed at Hiei.
"No." Hiei smiled again. "Kurama, you were there once. You tell them."
Kurama merely glared at Hiei. "I don't remember."
"Suit yourself."
Kurama returned his gaze to the window. The truth was, he did remember. He remembered as though it were yesterday.
: 295 years ago:
Yoko Kurama narrowed his eyes, and judged the distance from the tree branch where he sat to the half open window he was about to steal into. With a skillful leap, Yoko swung inside, almost noiselessly.
It was the annual Spirit World ruler's visit to the old and elaborate castle in Demon World, a trip made every year to keep the peace between the two worlds. As a result, it meant that every wealthy demon of importance was staying the castle. Along with enough guards to ensure the safety of the occupants against an army of five hundred if need be. But Yoko was an army of one, and was quite unexpected. Nobody went inside unnoticed, it seemed. This was a fool's errand, but Yoko craved the danger.
Treading silently, Yoko padded into the room of the open window. A fat demon lay snoring in the wide, silk-sheeted bed. A quick trip around the room left Yoko with a nearly full sack of the unfortunate demon's valuables. With an amused glance at the demon, Yoko slipped into the hall, and quietly into the next room over.
As he entered, he heard a gasp, and froze. Turning ever so slightly, Yoko glanced at the bed. Then he gasped.
Sitting upright was another fox-demon, a beautiful female, which looked to be relatively young, about his age. Her hair was a typical fox-red, and curiously stopped just below her jaw line. Well rounded-out and slender, she stared at him, deep brown eyes holding fear and anger.
Yoko's brain was telling him to flee, but his feet disobeyed him. With slow steps, he walked towards her.
The girl stood abruptly. "What do you want?"
Yoko stopped. "I was- I mean-" He stopped talking unsure exactly what to say.
"You're a thief." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
"Ah- Oh. Yes, yes I am." Yoko felt like smacking himself. This conversation was NOT going how he wanted it to.
"Then steal me!"
"Wha-?" What was that supposed to mean?!
Now she moved foreword, so they were feet apart. "Please! My father means to marry me off to the highest bidder, and he thinks I have no clue about it. I can't escape this place, not with the guards and all. But you got in unnoticed...and if you took me.." Suddenly she flushed and looked down. "I'm sorry. I'm asking you too much."
Yoko laughed, softly. "Oh no. You see, as King of Thieves, it's my duty to get you out of here. A damsel in distress must be attended to."
"King of Thieves? As in, Yoko Kurama?"
"Yes. You know of me?"
"I've heard so much of you from my father! He hates you, him and his partners."
"Just who is this father of yours?" Yoko grinned.
"He is the manager of Sukion Corperation."
Yoko grinned wider. "Ah, yes, I did happen to pay them a visit awhile ago. They were very kind to me. Unknowingly, of course." With that, he took her by the hand. "Let's be on our way. Oh, wait, mess the sheets so that it appears to be a struggle."
She gave him an impish grin and pulled at the sheets. Yoko winked roguishly at her, then picked her up and ran noiselessly from the room, into the hall, and back through the window. Silent as the night's breeze, they faded into the blackness.
"Earth to Kurama!"
"What?" Kurama shook himself mentally. It did nobody any good by dwelling on the past.
"Kuwabara just asked if you remembered if the bar has an age limit!" Yusuke said impatiently.
"I told you, I don't know!" Kurama sounded much harsher than his usual collected self. Yusuke and Kuwabara shrugged and went back to their conversation. Hiei leaned in towards Kurama.
"Of course you remember, Kurama. You found your mate there, didn't you? I saw with my own eyes the posters Suskioh Sukion put up asking for your head and his lovely daughter's safe return."
Kurama didn't answer to this. Yes, Suskioh had been furious. Once again, he slipped back into old memories.
Emiko was her name. She had loped along beside him as they nearly flew across country. Although this was most likely the longest distance she had ever traveled at such a pace she ran along with no complaint.
After an hour or so of straight flight, Yoko pulled up, breathing lightly. Emiko stopped and doubled over, panting heavily.
"We're here." Yoko grinned and passed a hand over the old, wide-girthed oak tree they had stopped in front of. The tree rumbled, and the crack widened so that a slim person could slip in or out.
"You may stay here, if you like." Yoko said. Emiko smiled.
"Really? Oh, thank you!" Emiko had stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
Feelings had erupted in him then. He found himself kissing her back, on her lips, drinking her in hungrily, her response satisfactory. By the time he had time to realize his actions, they had already broken apart.
"You're very welcome here." Yoko murmured.
Emiko smiled. "Thank you." With that, she slipped into the narrow opening of the tree, Yoko at her tail.
Yoko had started bringing Emiko on his raids soon after that, marveling at her natural ability of stealth. But natural ability or no, there had been some close shaves that proved she still had to work on her thieving skills. But after the first few mistakes, she became a well-oiled machine that worked as well as he did.
With Yoko's help, she developed her Spirit Energy into a power worthy of the Quest class, her attacks modeled after his. She was quite handy with a dual Rose Whip, two shorter versions of his own Rose Whip. She was perfect, and he was falling for her fast.