Sweet Dreams Are Made of These:
Summary: They thought the war was over, but they were wrong. Alongside our favorite fire apparition, Kiya will try to overcome depression, new responsibilities and a new foe who wants Kiya for...a sick science experiment? HieiKiya
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A/N: Really quickly; when you try to picture Hiei's dragon form in your mind, think Haku from Spirited Away (Miyazaki-san owns, not me) except with black scales and purple fur. Oh, and don't mind this chapter's title. It's a little inside joke…if you get it's connection to the chapter, then you rock.
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Previously:
She snatched the bottle from Koenma's hand angrily then stared at its white contours.
She was screwed.
"Shit." She plopped down onto the floor and placed her chin in her free hand. Now, all she had to do was wait until her psycho dragon fell asleep until she would journey into hell.
Hopefully, the devil would stay asleep...
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Chapter 4: Lube:
That damn racket had not stopped for four…….fricken…….hours.
Kiya was about to go out in that dangerous hallway, smack that damn dragon and tell him to stop banging on the door and to stop growling…
…then she would have to run away from him very, very quickly. Because he wouldn't like being smacked very much….
Well at least Kiya had found something to do while waiting for Hiei to fall asleep….
…did Hiei even sleep? Kami Kiya hoped so.
So, while she waited, she plopped herself down into Koenma's big office chair (much to the young ruler's dismay) propped her feet up on his desk and began firing questions at the poor toddler. Kurama had left long ago to return to Genkai's temple.
"So…when do I start my training?"
"Tomorrow. Get out of my chair."
BANG!
"Hmmmm…. It'll be a week long, right?"
"Yes…get out of my chair."
BANG!
"Do I still have to go to school?"
"Yes. Get out of my chair."
BANG!
"Damn. How am I supposed to be a spirit guide and be in the 10th grade?"
"I don't care. Get out of my chair."
BANG!
"I hate school…….Hey Koenma, how come none of the ningens are going crazy? You'd think that after having their world taken over and seeing youkai would freak the hell out of them…"
"Because the experience was erased from anyone's mind that had no prior knowledge of the different worlds….Now get out of my CHAIR!"
"Huh. Go figure."
BANG!
"Goddamn it, Hiei!" Kiya cursed to herself. "Go to Sleep!"
"GET OUT OF MY CHAIR!"
"Jeez, a little crabby today, huh short stuff? Does da widdle baby need some miwlk? …Say please and I'll get out of your chair."
"No! I own the chair, I'm a prince—I shouldn't have to say please!"
"The hell you shouldn't—wait, what happened to the banging?"
"…..get out of my chair."
"Or what?"
"Or you don't get to become my spirit guide…"
"…so?"
"….and no immortality."
"Damn." Kiya jumped off the large chair with a groan. She shot Koenma a tired glare. "I hate you."
"I don't care as long as I have my chair." Kiya tried not to laugh as the short ruler tried to climb up onto his chair.
Running a hand through her hair, Kiya eyed the lotion container in her hand. She stifled a yawn. "Screw it. I don't care if Hiei's still awake, I'm putting this lotion on him and I'm going to sleep." She began walking towards the door.
"Oh, your bedroom for the week will be room number 4, just down the hall. Some of your belongings are already in there."
"Right-o, chair-nazi."
Kiya smirked as she heard Koenma scoff. "Be careful Kiya. I need you in one piece for tomorrow's training."
Kiya's hand stopped on the doorknob. "I thought you said he wouldn't eat me…"
"He won't. If he ate you, you wouldn't some back at all."
"How true… If I die, cremate me, I don't want my body eaten by freaking bugs..."
Kiya inhaled deeply, turned the knob and opened the door –very- slowly.
Poking her head out of the small opening, Kiya looked back and forth down the long….dark hallway.
Hiei was nowhere to be seen.
"Are you kidding me?" Kiya opened the door the rest of the way and turned her head to the right. Closing the door behind her, Kiya cursed, "I am asking to be killed…"
The Elemental gripped her parcel tightly in her right hand before beginning to walk down the dark hallway. When trying to locate Hiei by his ki, Kiya was disappointed to find that his signal was too altered to be tracked- so she gave up.
Kiya continued walking down the hallway, turning a corner and sighing once seeing the new hallway was just as long as the last…and just as dark.
Shudders ran through the small teen's body and to rid herself of the eerie nervousness, she decided to talk to herself.
Hey… it works.
"Heh….Marco!..."
Polo…
"Marco…"
….polo.
"Marco."
Will you shut up?
"Ama…(bitch)"
Oh, you aren't crazy in the least bit; calling yourself an ama.
"I'm ignoring you now…"
You mean you're ignoring yourself…
Suddenly, Kiya's senses picked up on a small yet very familiar aura that was not far away, and coming closer. "Finally. Come here, damn dragon." Kiya followed the direction of the aura so that she could find Hiei before he decided to disappear again…
…then she'd be looking for him all freaking night.
"I don't want a dragon for a mate…." She whined.
The Elemental picked her body up so that she was levitating about a foot off the ground. She figured that if things got bad, she flew faster than she ran…
Turning another corner, Kiya was met with a blast of frigid air. A shudder went down her spine as her eyes fell upon a window at the end of the hall.
A wide open window, its shutters flapping wildly on account of all the wind and rain pulling at them.
Kiya quickly flew to the window and placed the lotion container on the ground gently before reaching outside to grab the wild shutters and pull them shut. She flipped the golden lock on the window. She reveled in the feeling of the cold water running down her face.
And then she heard a hiss.
Shit.
Slowly, Kiya turned her head to look over her shoulder.
And sure enough, a big black dragon was standing behind her, an angry glint in his eyes.
"I told you to leave, onna."
"Okay, if you didn't want to see me, then why the hell did you come to me?...You know what, I don't even care." Kiya reached down to pick up the lotion bottle. She poured a bit into her palm by the spout on the lid, then looked up at Hiei. "Bend down, Hiei."
"Hn. I think not."
"Unless you want to be a dragon forever, I suggest you listen. After you turn back to your normal self, you can punish me all you want, but right now I'm more concerned for you than I am for myself."
Hiei's crimson eyes locked with Kiya's blue ones. Slowly, Hiei lowered himself and inclined towards Kiya until his 'face' was right in front of Kiya's. Kiya could feel his tail wrapping itself gently around her waist. "Don't ever burden yourself with concern for me, Kiya."
Kiya couldn't help but smile at his kind gesture. "I'm going to be concerned for you whether you like it or not. After all," Kiya kissed the dragon's snout warmly. "You are going to be mine very soon."
Kiya stepped out of Hiei's grasp and took advantage of his low stance by rubbing the lotion on his neck. Hiei flinched out from under her touch, afraid that if he allowed himself to be touched by her he would do something he would deeply regret, but once Kiya started rubbing the lotion in with slow, circular motions, he lost all power to move.
The blue haired teen smirked once Hiei lowered his body onto all haunches so that he lay lower than her waist. She bent over him, pouring some more lotion into her hand and spreading it onto the other side of his long neck.
The lotion had a surprisingly sweet smell to it; a mix of citrus and freesia. The lotion itself was a deep green and still had pieces of leaves in it that dissolved on contact with Hiei's scales.
Kiya had begun to think she was going crazy when she noticed how hot Hiei's skin was getting. Almost too hot to touch.
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To say that Hiei was in blissful hell would be as accurate as it could get.
The feeling of his intended's small hand running up and down his scaled body was enough to make him inwardly shudder…
…shudder at the thoughts of the things he wanted to do to her.
These…feelings…had been present in Hiei before, but now that his body was no longer of original form, the feelings were amplified. They were no longer threatening per say- as they were earlier, but they were still most definitely there.
Oh how his inner youkai yearned for her. Yearned to own her. Yearned to take her and make her his own.
He could not help –much to his dismay- the visible shudder of appreciation that ran through his body at the feeling of his intended's touch. Kiya had obviously felt it because she chuckled as she refilled her palm with a spot of lotion.
"That feel good? When you turn back, you owe me a good massage."
Kiya continued the lotion applying for another five minutes until she was finally finished. Lucky for her, she was had finished her task before Hiei had completely lost all grips on his self control.
The fire apparition listened as Kiya's footsteps neared his head and he turned to look at her to watch her kneel and sit back on the balls of her feet before him. Her blue eyes studied his magnificent form.
Had his hearing not been excellent, Hiei wouldn't have heard Kiya's small whisper, "Beautiful."
Kiya rose her hands to the side of Hiei's face to caress his scaly forehead, right below his closed Jagan.
Hiei inaudibly inhaled Kiya's sweet scent of lavender and rain. Damn the things she did to him...and she didn't even know what she was doing to him! What her mere presence made him want to do…
…Hiei forced his thoughts to venture elsewhere. In this form, he could do nothing about his body's desires, but once he had returned to his normal appearance…
…she would not have a single resting moment. He swore on that.
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Kiya traced a finger along one of Hiei's tiny black scales. She marveled at the way – if the light hit them just right- the scales would shine with a purple glow.
And to think that the first time they had met, he'd wanted to kill her. Funny how things worked out…
She traced the outlines of one scale and retracted her hand with a hiss when her finger caught onto the sharp edge of the scale and it bit into her flesh. Immediately when seeing the small incision turning crimson, her hand flew to her mouth out of instinct to suck the blood away.
However, the scent did not go unnoticed by Hiei. His dangerous crimson eyes turned on her and clouded ever so slightly. His purple Jagan opened immediately as to allow communication between the two.
'"Your finger…"
"I'm fine Hiei, it's just a cut."
"Let me see it." His eyes were trained on the appendage past her lips.
Talking around her finger expertly, Kiya replied, "I don't think that's such a good idea…"
Hiei growled. "I will not ask twice."
"Fine, but if you go crazy and eat me, I'm going to come back and haunt you." When the dragon gave her an incredulous look, Kiya shrugged. "Just though I'd give you a fair warning."
Kiya removed the bleeding finger from her mouth to see the blood return almost instantaneously.
Hiei, not taking his eyes from his intended's finger, lowered himself until he was completely lying on the ground, his tail curled at his side.
When Hiei opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to taste the air briefly, his eyes flashed. He wanted to …taste…it. Taste her. His inner youkai would not be denied…
…but it would be restrained. He would not allow himself to harm her; he would simply indulge himself in his sadistic needs. Not that his inner youkai wanted to harm Kiya in any means; quite the contrary actually. It desired nothing more than to protect her and have her by his side for the rest of his existence. But, it was customary and quite common among youkai to occasionally –taste- each other.
Because Kiya was not youkai, Hiei did not expect her to understand.
But he did expect her to learn the ways of his kind. Learn how youkai mates acted towards one another- no matter how bloody and possessive it all appeared.
His tongue left his mouth for the second time to slowly touch itself to Kiya's overflowing wound. The instant the sweet metallic liquid registered in his senses, Hiei so very nearly gave in to his almost unbearable needs.
But he forced himself to behave. He would not allow Kiya to be harmed. He would simply have to wait until he was back to normal to punish her for allowing her finger to be cut and making him go through this hell in the first place. And he would enjoy the punishment.
But for now, Hiei was only focused on returning his tongue to his mouth- which he did.
When Kiya breathed a sigh of relief, Hiei immediately told her, "You needn't worry about the way I act, I will not harm you."
Kiya smiled slightly. "I know you won't, koi."
Koi. Love. As alien as the word was to the fire apparition; the Forbidden Child…strangely he welcomed it. Especially since it came from her.
Kiya suddenly let out a long yawn, her hand rising to cover her opened mouth.
Kiya squeaked when she was suddenly picked up from the ground by a warm tail that had wrapped itself around her waist. She soon found herself pressed up next to Hiei's curled body.
Being spooned by a dragon was not as odd as it sounded.
"What are you doing?" She craned her neck to look up into the crimson orbs of the koorime.
"Rest. You begin your training tomorrow."
"But I don't…" Yawn. "Wanna."
Kiya pouted at her body's betrayal. "Kami. Fine, I'll go to sleep. Just don't leave okay?- you're warm."
"I won't leave."
"Good."
Kiya welcomed the warmth and was content that Hiei's tail stayed wrapped around her waist. She turned so that she was facing him and burrowed closer to him, yearning for his body heat.
Her eyes closed. "Love you."
And in less time than should be possible, Kiya was fast asleep, her even breathing indicating her unconscious state.
Hiei gazed down at the sleeping girl next to him with protective eyes.
He lowered his neck to rest his head right next to Kiya's back and allowed his eyes to close. He had not noticed how tired he was.
For almost two hours, that was how they lay, Hiei remaining awake in his natural state of protectiveness until he could stay awake no longer. Soon, he too was prisoner of the Sand Man's world of slumber.
So that's where they slept; girl and dragon…
…right in the middle of a fricken hallway.
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-Kendra a.k.a. Toxic Mist
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