deliciae
I Return to You : Chapter 9.
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deliciae: Thanks goes to: Hedi Dracona, wolf demoness, and CrimsonRegret Pours In My Soul for your reviews. I've decided finally to update, as I have about 2 more chapters ready after this.
Muse: ::looks at deliciae questioningly and yells:: MiniMiniMuse, deliciae's back!!
MiniMiniMuse: ::rushes into room, dragging MiniMuse along; looks at deliciae, then attacks::
Muse: On with the ficcy!
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Warnings: AU. OOC-ness. Yaoi. Don't like, don't read, don't flame. OCs: Kuro's father, Ikka ; Sensei Nishi ; and Sensei Izumo
Disclaimer: Me own it? Ha!
Pairings: Kurama x Kuro ; Youko x Kuronue
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Recap:
Dark blue eyes opened, and then blinked away the blurriness. "Youko?" His voice was soft, pain-filled, but relieved. "Yes," was the simple reply stated just before Kuronue latched himself onto the Fox. "Please… please, Youko. Help me."
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Those words held an almost-irresistible plea, and Youko was tempted to just give into the desires. The scent was making it impossible to think, or act rationally, and Youko shook himself. Kuronue had begun to purr after stretching out on the bed, posing seductively.
The kitsune's golden eyes glinted with lust, but internally, the kitsune was worried. He didn't want to hurt the chimera, or even damage their friendship. But as Kuronue began to undress, all rational thought left the kitsune's mind, leaving him in his utmost primitive state.
He crawled onto the bed, stopping the dark demon's hands with his own, as he leaned forward. Both sets of lips met in a passionate kiss, only to be deepened. Youko's hands entwined into Kuronue's hair; one sharp nail severed the band that held it up, and the lustrous black locks fell in a waterfall-like motion down to Kuronue's shoulders. The magi's hat was the next thing to go, then Youko continued where Kuro had left off.
Slowly he reached down and pulled the two black belts off, then the silver thieving outfit fell off, leaving the chimera dressed only in his black pants and shoes. His wings were pressed against the bed, spread out as to not pain the youth. However, that was purely instinctive, and neither was aware, as the youko continued stripping his partner and soon-to-be lover.
A/N: First-ever Lemon has been removed due to this being a PG-13 fic. We will try to figure something out with how to post it, so keep an eye on my profile. Information will be posted there.
With a sigh, Youko clutched Kuronue to him. A gentle purr had started from both, echoing in the quiet room as they slipped off to the world of dreams; a world was only able to mirror reality.
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A groan slipped from Kuro's lips as he awoke; his body hurt and felt entirely bruised. For a moment he wondered what happened, then an arm snaked around his body. "Good morning," was the soft whisper, and dark blue-violet eyes blinked in shock then warmed at the sight of Kurama. "Good morning," the scythe-master replied, before yawning.
Most of the room was in disarray once Kuro decided to get up and look; clothes and blankets had been strewn everywhere. And as he stood before his full-length mirror nude, his body was indeed covered by various bruises and marks. A larger, darker inflamed area drew his attention to his neck, and cautiously the dark-haired youth touched it.
"Ow," he moaned painfully, and Kurama crawled out of bed to walk over. "What is wrong?" The plant-master asked then noticed the mark. "Uh, Kuro… that's the youko mating mark." It appeared just as the pair had their climax, Youko had marked the chimera as his mate, and as such, Kuro even bared the mark.
"So I belong to you now?" Blue eyes met green, and Kurama smiled lightly, "To put it simple, yes; but, I belong to you as well." A matching mark was on Kurama's shoulder, and the humanized-chimera smiled. Both were glad to be mated to the other; it would have happened anyway—sooner or later.
Kurama hugged his mate to him, and kissed Kuro softly, "You don't mind, do you?" The only responses were a kiss, and "No, I don't mind." As the day started anew for both, they were excited and happy to be, in a sense, married.
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Days passed by slowly, yet neither youkai-human cared. Both were too adsorbed in the other to care for their surroundings. However, on the fourth day, Kuro's father returned back home, and requested his son's continued presence in the household. That meant fewer nights out between the mated couple, fewer hours spent in each other's lone company.
Regular classes resumed, and Kuro trained in the morning, becoming more adapted to his powers and such. After roughly two weeks, Kuro's father was awoken one morning to hearing his son up and about. Normally this would not have woken the elder Masho, but the fact Kuro's footsteps were loud and hurried, and a door had slammed against the wall as it was pushed open, did wake him.
"Kuro?" His father called out, naturally concerned for the boy, yet there was no reply. Light flooded the hallway from the bathroom, and worried, the father—Ikka—sought out his son. The dark-haired youth was bent over the toilet, paused between rounds of nausea.
Before Ikka was able to ask how Kuro was, the youth again emptied his stomach into the porcelain bowl. Finally leaning back, he looked up at the older man. "Father… I don't feel well."
Indeed it appeared Kuro was pale, yet flushed, and sweat dripped in visible drops from his forehead down. He held onto the bowl, as if that was his only support to keep from falling, and he was lightly trembling. At this combination of things, Ikka was extremely worried about his son.
However, once he got Kuro from the bathroom and back into bed, Kuro mumbled that it probably was the flu, which was currently going around at the high school. That reasoning made Ikka feel slightly better, as Kuro's symptoms did exactly coincide that of the flu. After placing a wet washcloth on the youth's forehead, Ikka sat nearby, ready to take care of his ill son. He watched as the hours passed by, as night slid into day, and as Kuro's condition improved marginally.
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As Kuro lay at home, suffering from the flu, Kurama was at school. He had arrived early, like most mornings, yet he was startled to find that Kuro wasn't yet in his seat. Normally, the dark-haired youth was there before Kurama, no matter what the weather. This did not set well with either side of Kurama.
The day passed by slowly, the classes dragging on, which only made the anxiety and worry worse for the plant-master. Finally, at lunch, it was too much. He sat outside, in the lovely morning air, and closed his eyes. Using meditation, he reached out to Kuro's senses, and found nothing. Now, that usually meant either that he was a) unconscious or b) out of town.
The first option made the kitsune shudder and quickly he thought about the second idea. That, unfortunately, was not a possibility as Kuro's father was home, and an extended absence had to be school-approved. Kurama was ready to pull out his lovely red locks in frustration. Luckily, one of the teachers saved him from even laying a lithe finger on the silk-like strands.
"Shuuichi?" A young, blonde teacher stood before the relaxing youth. She was the weeklong substitute for Sensei Izumo, as he was having tests done due to a "mental instability". "Yes, Sensei Nishi?"
In her hands were a few books and other assorted papers, to which Kurama spared a quick glance. "You're good friends with Kuro Masho, correct?" A nod was the lone reply, before she continued, "His father called and said that Kuro was ill, and unable to come to school for at least a few days. Something about the flu, or dehydration, or…" She trailed off, and handed the items over with an apologetic smile. "I just need you to take these to him, if you could."
"I will do that, Sensei, as I was going to sign out and go see him. I am just too worried about his well-being to concentrate on my daily studies." The teacher smiled then wandered off. I hope he's okay
Shuuichi walked away from his favorite area, and headed to the Office, to sign out. As he signed his name to the "Out" board, he received no questions or any problems about leaving campus early; instead, the secretaries were eager for 'Shuuichi' to check on the ill Kuro.
/Yes, my dear Shuu, go check on our mate… It would be in our best interest if we did/ Youko's deep voice held a command, and his human half shivered at the demand present. It was rare that the kitsune forced his other to do anything, except the often transformation, and to hear such a command, even with the barely veiled emotions, was a shock.
However, by this time, Shuuichi even worried about his partner. Yet there was one thing that confused him… why was Kuro sick? Indeed, there was a flu going around the school, but Kurama had never been ill due to a 'human' epidemic. It was always believed that Youko's ki was strong enough, even in human form, to destroy any human flu, cold—anything contagious. So why isn't Kuro…?
Kurama's emerald-green eyes widened. He had just uncovered a mystery, one that needed to be solved. With that in mind, he began his trek towards the upscale neighborhood where Kuro lived.
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Deep, soothed breathing filled the room, and tired azure eyes closed as a sigh was uttered. However, that was a short reprieve, as the sound of knocking filled the house. Hurriedly the elder Masho headed to the door, in hopes of not waking Kuro, as the black-haired youth needed all the rest he was able to get.
Almost breathless, Ikka opened the door and uttered, "Yes?" Before him stood a lovely young man, with flame-red hair and stunning emerald eyes, but he was dressed in the uniform of Kuro's school. In a polite tone, the effeminate boy asked, "Is Kuro here?" When the father didn't reply and seemed spaced out, Kurama continued, "I have his homework as requested." At that, he gestured to the bag.
That seemed to bring the older man from his stupor. "Oh, sorry. I've been awake all night." With that, Ikka allowed Kurama into the house, and closed the door behind him. Quickly he took the bag of books and supplies from the redhead, and laid them down onto a nearby chair.
Green eyes looked around, noticing the details he had missed on his prior "visit." The interior of the house was dimmed, for the windows were still closed; yet it held a welcoming and comfortable atmosphere. Indeed, the house had more room inside than it looked, which allowed for an immediate entry-hall, family room, and several others, which were behind closed doors.
Without anything said, Kurama began to follow the older man towards the staircase that led to the second floor and Kuro's room. A groan, then a crash, came from the room Kurama knew belonged to Kuro, causing both men to rush to the room. The kitsune stopped in shock just inside the room at the sight.
Kuro was on his knees on the plush carpet, with one hand that held his torso up. His other hand was wrapped around his stomach, and he was panting lightly; a light sheen of sweat evident on his trembling form. "Kuro…" Kurama stated, his voice soft with concern and worry, and the blue-violet eyed male looked up. His normally clear eyes were hazy, and his voice was weak, "I-I… knew it was… you…"
Immediately Kurama knelt and wrapped an arm around his ill mate, pulling him close. In response, Kuro sighed and burrowed more into Kurama's gentle hold, seeking the comfort and warmth that was openly provided.
Ikka looked from his son to the other youth and smiled lightly. This had to be the young man that had captured Kuro's heart, as it was quite evident in the newcomer's loving attention. And the elder Masho felt reassured, that his son had someone who was reliable, attentive, and shared the same feelings. With that in mind, he exited the room, giving the pair some privacy, knowing that his son was in good hands.
Back inside the room, Kurama had picked up his mate and replaced him into the mess of blankets. For hours, Kurama sat nearby in constant care of the black-haired humanized-chimera. Finally as the sky began to darken, Ikka returned to the room with a sandwich and tea for Kurama.
A spared glance told the two that Kuro was resting soundly, and Kurama accepted the food willingly. "Thank you, sir," Kurama was as polite as ever as he studied the older man. Short, black hair, graying slightly at the temples, with vivid blue eyes, a few gentle wrinkles around the eyes and lips; Kurama had the impression immediately that this man was quite caring and loving. "There's no need for formality, call me Ikka."
Kurama nodded then took a sip of the brewed drink before stating, "Yes, Ikka. My name is Shuuichi, and as you might know, I'm Kuro's boyfriend." Ikka smiled as his suspicions were confirmed and nodded his head, "I'm glad; you're what he's been needing."
How right Ikka was, Kurama mused, as he spared another glance at his slumbering mate. Sweat trickled in tiny droplets down the youth's face, as a result of the fever breaking. While the red-haired youth looked intently over his partner, Ikka stood up. "Shuuichi, if you could stay longer and watch over Kuro for me, I'd really appreciate it." Confused green eyes met worried blue, then Ikka elaborated, "I need to go to work, but if you can't…" The rest was left off, and Kurama smiled.
"I will, Ikka." A sigh of relief slipped from the older man's lips, at the fact that his son was going to be well cared for while he was at work. No other words were spared as he exited the room, still worried, but more at ease than before.
Once the door closed, Kurama leaned over the bed, his hands outstretched. His eyes closed as he challenged Kuro's ki through his hands, slowly infusing healing ki within. However, something was different. As the last tendrils of energy slipped from the lithe hands, Kurama's green eyes shot open, and flashed gold.
There was a change in Kuro's ki; it was faint, yet something was there. However, his musing was interrupted as the black-haired youth stirred, and his dark blue eyes blinked open. "K-Kurama…" The plant-master's name came out as a whisper, before a tongue crossed over the parched lips.
Noticing the dehydrated features of his mate, Kurama quickly poured a cup of luke-warm tea and Kuro sat upright a little, his body still weakened by the illness. Gratefully he took the cup and began to drink almost greedily; he never once noticed the cool taste of the beverage, as his thirst had overridden his tastes. Once the cup was empty, he smiled at his companion, feeling lots better.
Indeed, the youth wasn't as pale or clammy as earlier, and instantly Kurama knew his healing method had worked. Then again, it was rare not to, he reminded himself smugly. Kuro's dark eyes were brighter, and they appeared like they had never once been affected. The redhead's lips tilted into a gentle smile as he looked directly at his mate.
"Thank you," the words were almost unheard, whispered so softly, but Kurama caught them. The gentle smile widened, and was reflected in one from Kuro. "With what you did, I feel better…"
Green eyes blinked, then realization dawned. Kuronue had felt the shift in ki, as part of the medicinal effect, and knew that the plant-master had a role in the healing. Lithe hands reached out, and before the youko-human knew it, he was pulled down onto the bed, beside Kuro.
Kurama squawked indignantly as he fell, and then once on the bed, he instantly tried to scramble off. Instead, those same hands held him captive, and the warmth of a body pressed against his. Resigning his fate, Kurama turned and pulled the boy closer, pressing his nose into the faintly scented locks of hair.
The world started to slow, and a sleepy yawn slipped from the pair. Hands slacked their hold and limbs became weighty, as both treaded from this world into dreamland.
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TBC.
Muse: ::reading deliciae's script:: Well it looks like next chapter is going to be eventful between Kuro and Kurama, and Yusuke and Koenma.
deliciae: ::gagged and bound at Muse's feet, grumbling::
MiniMiniMuse: ::smiling::
deliciae: ::sweating:: O.o… Eep?