Hey, ya'll! I just wanted to let you all know that I am still alive, it's just that I've been having a pretty rough summer and have been depressed and a whole bunch of other mental crap that I don't feel like explaining. Just know that I will eventually update, but I just don't have the drive to do much of anything these days. I'll write later and update my stories. Oh, and just to let you know that first story I'm going to finish is Secrets In His Eyes. That is the one everyone wanted me to finish so I will do that one first.

Okay, this is probably a one-shot, I don't know. I hope you like it.

Obsession's Embrace

Chapter 1

Every day he watched the young girl travel the long hallways attending classes in her cute red and white uniform all the girls were required to wear, yet none had ever looked as good as she did. He was always watching her; the way her hips swung as she walked, the smooth, steady gait of her legs as they beat steadily against the concrete floors of the school. For five days straight, since her introduction into the school, he'd watched her, studied her, tried to make out just what it was that was so plainly different about her. There was just something in her eyes and her soul that seemed to call to him. So what was the problem?

She didn't even know he existed. They had no classes together what so ever and yet he made it a point to know her whole schedule so he could follow her from day to day. He knew people must have mentioned his name for he'd seen the girl giving the girls in his fan club weird looks from time to time. Interestingly enough she never seemed to date anyone, in fact she was like him in that she was some what of a loner. She kept well away from the boys even as he made it a point to direct their attention off her whenever he caught any of them approaching her. She always turned them down with indifference, yet it was always a polite response.

You may ask why this presented such a problem to one such as him. He was a kitsune, he could find any girl in a heart beat and yet he had trouble even approaching this girl. He knew what it was that held him back and it was the possibility of being rejected that kept him from at last talking to her. He didn't even know her name.

He sunk back into the shadows as the bell rang that day, standing just outside her classroom, listening to the sounds of laughing school mates exiting their rooms after the sound of the bell. He lifted his head just enough to peer his emerald eyes through his bangs, waiting for the girl to exit. He smelled her before he saw her, the sweet ambrosia of her honey making his body ache for things he knew only she could give him. A moment later and she exited the room, alone as always. She carried that little yellow backpack he was sure had seen better days and yet he wondered why she had yet to replace it. Maybe that bag held sentimental memories. Maybe someone had given it to her and she kept it as a memory...maybe even a lover.

His hands clenched and he moved forward to follow her as usual, making sure to keep his distance. It was just as well, no one really paid attention to him, save the girls in his fan club. Most of the guys were intimidated by him, for both his mind and his looks, which sometimes saddened him. The girls simply continued crowding around him like lost little puppies and he was their mother.

His eyes never once wavered off her swinging backside, full and round and oh so tempting. He wanted to touch her and taste her, smell the scent of her arousal as he pleasured her over and over again. He could feel a tightening in his pants and tried to control the growing urge to scoop her off her feet and carry her off somewhere. He never remembered wanting anything so badly, not even in his past life. All those meaningless treasures paled in comparison with this jewel, this woman who'd just recently stepped into his life. For the life of him, he couldn't even remember what it was like even six days ago. Now he spent his days and nights thinking of her and only her.

His eyes traveled over her backside, taking in the inky blackness of her hair as it lay near waist length, extending almost to her delectable backside. He'd always loved women with long hair...you might say it was one of his fetishes...and it just so happens that her hair was achingly beautiful. His mind played over just what he would do if he could just reach out and grab a fist full of her hair, pull her neck back and bare her neck where he would mark her as his mate.

His eyes flashed with restraint as he shook his head and once again reigned in the desire to have that little woman straining beneath him. He had come to the conclusion some days ago that if she hadn't noticed him by the weeks end then he would approach her and...and what? What exactly would he say to her? That he'd been watching her the whole week, practically stalking the poor woman. She could be disgusted, call him a freak, send him away. And even if she didn't reject him, there was still the matter of his kitsune side. He would have to tell her he was a demon and that could cause even more damage. Either way, he would get her name. That's all he would ask her. And if she still refused him...he would give up and never bother her again.

He noticed his little woman pick up the pace and mentally wondered where she was going. Normally she went straight home to her shrine. This time, she was heading towards a park he knew from experience to be quite beautiful. He knew because he was the one who maintained the plant life there, keeping the flowers and trees fresh and alive.

She was alone now, lost in her own world as her head was lowered and her black hair swayed with the breeze. He saw the long strands fall into her face, but she never once raised a hand to push the strands off her face. That's when he realized she was looking behind her. It was discreet, but he could plainly see the looks she kept casting through her hair. She knew he was there! He froze wondering if she would run away now or try to confront him. He grew confused when she simply turned back around, as if she were intending to ignore him.

He raised a red eyebrow and wondered about her strange reaction. She didn't appear to be afraid of him. She simply started walking again, keeping the same pace she as before. What was she doing? Was she allowing him to keep following her or did she just not care? Either way, he frowned, he was going to find out. By the end of today he was going to know just who this woman was, what her name was, and why she called to him so.

His head shot up when she began running! His jaw dropped, wondering what he should do. Should he chase her, keep up at a normal pace so as not to frighten her? He was still caught up in his thoughts when the girl flashed around the corner of a brick building only to dart back and throw a wink over her shoulder and then run out of view.

He stopped dead in his tracks, jaw falling open once more. She...she didn't! All at once Kurama's kitsune blood stirred in his veins and he found his feet picking up the pace. Soon he was running, lifting his nose to the air as he ran after her. He would catch her...and when he did, he wasn't ever going to let her go.

He was watching her again, the strange boy with the long red hair and those endless emerald eyes of his, two of the things that both lured her in and kept her at a distance. Most of the time, whenever she caught him staring his face was blank, and yet it was his eyes that always showed such fierce emotions. She'd never gotten close enough to see what exactly his eyes portrayed. Besides he could have any girl he wanted. Why would he want someone as plain as her when he had half the school at his finger tips already?

Of course, she knew who he was, everyone did. He was the school's heart throb, the one all the girls, including her, had a major crush on. It was no secret that everyone wanted the red headed boy, yet for some reason she was drawn to him for different reasons.

He was good looking, she knew that, but at the same time...it always felt like there was something deeper calling to her, attracting her. She'd felt his eyes on her almost from the instant she stepped onto the school yard.

At first she thought he might be one of those weird stalker guys, perhaps one like Hojo. But from the moment she first set eyes on him, she knew he was something she had never come across before. All those silly girls from school had eyes on him because he was beautiful and lusted over his body, not because they actually cared about him. But for some reason, she did, which was unusual. She didn't even know him or what he was like underneath those god-like looks and dreamy eyes. She didn't even trust too many people these days as she tended to stay well away from people in this era after returning through the well for the last time. She'd been so used to the demons and the sights and smells of the past that it was difficult for her to feel like she belonged in this world. And yet, if she didn't belong, then why did the well close on her and refuse to allow her passage back to the only place she felt she could call home?

At first it felt odd to have the boy following her everywhere she went, though she strangely felt safe in his presence. She'd felt the kitsune blood in him almost immediately, worried at first that he might attack her or attack people. But he never once tried to get close to her or cause any amount or trouble. It seems she was wrong after all. There really were demons left in this world.

She always wondered why he didn't just come out and talk to her. He obviously found something interesting about her or he wouldn't be trailing her so often...so why? He probably didn't even know her name.

It was much the same on this day, her fifth day in the new school and the day was officially over. She wasn't surprised to feel the boy's energy just outside the doorway of her class room, obviously waiting for her again. She walked slower, maintaining her pace, picking up her backpack and continuing on as if he weren't even there. As she walked, she felt his eyes burning into her backside and fought the urge to blush. Why was he studying her so intently? Did he like what he saw or something? The last thought really did make her blush, but she continued on as usual.

She headed on out of the school, enjoying the calm breeze that blew through her hair. She honestly loved her hair, even though it sometimes reminded her of Kikyo's. She knew her hair was much better anyway. It was a much better color, instead of that straight black. Her hair contained a slight bluish tint, much better than Kikyo's. Yes, Inuyasha was a fool. The cool strands fell on her face and she realized this was the perfect way to study the boy so intent on following her.

So instead of turning towards her home, she turned the opposite direction in favor of going to her favorite park. It always had such pretty flowers and she enjoyed walking through them. She glanced back and caught him looking at her. All at once her blue eyes met his emerald ones and it seemed an eternity until she forced herself to look away.

Was he ever going to approach her? Fine if that's the way he wanted it. He wanted to play games with her than she was going to show him what she could do. She took off running, almost laughing when she felt his confusion. She kept running until she was around a building. She stopped, waiting for him to catch up, and was surprised when he seemed to be staying in one place. She stuck her head out, met his eyes again, and stuck out her tongue. His eyes widened and she took off again. This time she could feel the challenge in the air and knew he'd picked up on her scent.

She laughed joyously. One way or another she would get her answers. And if he didn't come to her first, then she would have to make him come to her. After all he was the one watching her...right?

She led the boy deep into the park where she could safely hide herself in the thicket. She ran in all directions, backtracking and trying to make her trail less obvious. She darted behind a tree just as the panting red head ran into view. She watched as he ran around, tracing her exact scent around and around. He looked quite...silly, she supposed and so much different from the composed boy she knew him to be from school. At school he was aloof and tended to keep to himself. She noticed that at lunch he had sat at a table all by himself and always turned down invitations from the girls who asked to sit with him.

She found it kind of sad. She often times thought about going over and talking to him, but she'd been afraid he would turn her away like all the other girls. But now...seeing him so confused and playful, it brought a smile to her face. She leaned out from behind the tree, watching as he finally found the correct trail. His head turned towards her and she froze as she felt his assessing eyes trail over her body. He started walking towards her and she made no move to flee, though all senses were telling her to do so.

Her body refused to cooperate, so caught up in his eyes was she, that before she knew it he stood just inches from her. He stared at her, running his eyes over her face and she gulped, realizing a strange glint was brewing behind his eyes. He reached forward and she shrunk back against the bark of the tree, closing her eyes, hoping he wasn't about to attack her. She was stunned and her eyes flew open a second later when his hand tenderly reached forward and pushed a wayward lock of stray hair behind her shoulders.

"Who are you?" She heard him say and it was all she could do not to lean into the tempting fingers, just barely touching her jaw.

"My-my name is Kagome," she whispered softly.

He smiled. And it was wonderful. "Kagome," he murmured out loud, eyes staring off into space. His intense bedroom eyes heated even more as he stepped even closer. "So Ka-go-me, did you enjoy that?" he fairly purred.

"I, uh," she blushed and looked away and then tried to glare at him but in only ended up making her look like she were pouting. "Did you?"

She was stunned when he tilted his head to the side and smirked down at her. "Very much," he answered her.

"Why have you been following me?" She suddenly blurted out.

The boy's eyebrow rose. "Ah, so you have noticed me then?"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Who wouldn't?"

"Then you know who I am already," he stated and she nodded timidly. "But you can call me Kurama?"

"Is that your demon name?" she asked, before she could hold back the words. He froze and she took the time to dart to the other side of the tree, back pressed up against it and facing away from him. Her arms were spread wide on the bark as she tried not to look at the tempting boy.

"How did you know that?" he finally asked after a few tense moments. "Ah, I don't know why I didn't notice it before. You have the powers of a priestess don't you?"

"Yes," she almost whimpered. "Are you going to kill me, demon?" She was afraid that he would kill her upon hearing she had priestess powers. She jumped when he darted out from behind the tree just as she was beginning to run and caught her around her waist.

"My name is Kurama, not demon," he whispered in her ear, pleased when she let out a little whimper and stopped her struggle to get free. He moved his head over to the other ear. "And no I don't want to kill you. I want to get to know you. For reasons unknown to me you call to me."

"Then why-." She stopped herself wondering how she could ask this.

"Why what?" he asked stilling his movements.

"Why haven't you just asked me out or something?" She asked bluntly, turning in his arms so she could face him and look into those beautiful eyes. "Why wait so long to even ask for my name? Why play such petty games when you could have just approached me normally instead of following in my foot steps everywhere I go?"

He stared into her eyes and brought his head down closer. "I don't know," he answered. "Fear, maybe."

"Fear?" she asked confused.

"Yes. Fear of rejection, disgust. How could I ever approach you when I'm not simply a human, but a demon?"

She understood and it was almost the same response she would have given had he asked why she didn't just approach him in return. "So now what do we do?" She couldn't help but ask. "I like you...a lot. I don't know how or why but for some reason I'm feeling the exact same things you seem to be experiencing."

"Well..." Kurama trailed off staring at her lips and Kagome saw his eyes darken with lust.

"Kurama..." she whispered just a few inches from his mouth.

"What?" he murmured drawing her tight against his body and lowering his head until his lips lay just a hairs width away from her own.

"Are you going to kiss me?" she asked, eyes drifting shut.

He smiled gently before replying, "yes."

Kagome sighed and her eyes closed all the way as she whispered a, "good," before his lips settled against hers in a wonderful moment of pure bliss.

Well, that's it...I think. I could posibly have an epilogue or some kind of ending to explain what happens next, but I don't have to. Anyway I hope you guys like it.

Ja ne

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