Prompt: "You're going to be mine, all mine.", requested by snowwhiteandthequarterlifecrisis
Warning: Dark implications
He was assigned to be her security detail, on the over-worrying Koenma's order. The damned toddler initially wanted to, in his words, seal the girl away, realizing the amount of calamities she could've wrought, just by existing. However a handful of the strongest lords of the Makai threatened to attack the Spirit World and personally behead the Prince themselves once they caught winds of the Prince's intentions.
Apparently Higurashi Kagome was well favored among the demonkind, for her kindness and her past deeds to preserve their existence. The very idea of her being prisoned just for existing was offensive. Doing such would've risked a war, and not even the barriers could prevent it, due to their sheer powers combined.
His hands forced, Koenma settled on the next best thing: Giving Higurashi Kagome a 24/7 babysitter.
None of his available detectives were willing, and thought his concerns were downright ridiculous. Higurashi was far more than capable of taking care of herself, having been caught dispatching a handful of demons by herself. Kuzuma even suggested that she'd be recruited as a Spirit Detective if Koenma worries so much about her being let loose. That way, he said, she could be kept an eye on. Simple!
Yet, the toddler rejected this well-thought out idea.
So, there he was, Shuichi Minamino, the rebirth of Yoko Kurama, stalking the girl like a creep.
Honestly, he wished Koenma hadn't forced him onto this assignment. He'd rather not know of the girl's existence at all, because already the fox within found a desire to horde. From the moment he saw her in person, he realized the core of Koenma's fears.
Kagome shone like the brightest jewel, her energies rises and clashes like an ocean's powerful tides. Overwhelming. Pure. Addictive.
Being so close to her burns him. Kurama would sigh at each and every one of his burn marks, seeing them like a love bite the girl unintentionally gave him. Kagome couldn't control her powers completely, but one cannot bottle a lightning without being struck by it.
The strange metaphor offered by Kuzuma fit her perfectly, because he wanted to bottle her for himself and keep her close to his heart. To snatch her away from the world like a thief he is. But how does one steal a treasure when it is so well guarded and under heavy watches?
Yoko Kurama, before his death, never failed.
And he didn't intend to fail this time. Not in this lifetime. Nor would he in the next.
Indeed, Kurama wanted to keep Higurashi Kagome to himself, forever, even in the death and after.
"Oh…Thank you, Hojo-san." Kurama's frown deepened when he heard her greeting her long-timed classmate. This boy stank of lust, over his jewel. The said jewel sounded a little disconcerted by the gentle-faced boy's too-close presence.
This sweet girl tried her best to be polite, bless her, even in the face of undesirable.
Kurama wanted to assure her, praise her for her sweetness, all the while ridding the stench that was fouling up her heavenly scent..
Hojo perked up at Kagome's accepting his little basket of medicines and herbs freshly picked from his grandmother's garden, "They will help with your creaky joints, Kagome-chan."
Biting back the urge to return the said gift to Hojo, Kagome gave another smile, "Thanks again, but I really should get going. Classes and all that." She said hurriedly, shifting away from the boy.
"Aa," Hojo was disappointed, but willfully let her go, "alright, I'll see you again soon!"
She threw him a small wave, jogging away all the while clutching the plastic-wrapped object, "See you, Hojo-san!"
Knowing Kagome, Kurama mused, she'd give the ridiculous gift to her grandfather. He certainly does need it. But, now, to make the little problem to permanently go away from his jewel. Leaping down from the tree he startled Hojo, and gently smiled at him in among the rain of leaves he created.
"Minamino-san?" Hojo remembered no more.
He should be grateful that he still have an ability to breathe, Kurama sarcastically thought, slumping the drooling body against the trunk of his tree. For once Kurama was grateful that he hadn't any spies and was in a blind spot away from Koenma's nosy eyes from the above.
With one obstacle out of his way Kurama bounded his way back to his little jewel. He fully intended to steal her for once and all. He'd start with a little seduction.
Climbing the long flight of stairs to the shrine Kurama straightened his jacket and smoothed down his rose-red hair, prepping himself to woo his little jewel. If all goes right according to his plans, Kagome would be in his captivity before the night would draw its curtains to blacken the sky. He supposed he should feel flustered at acting like a shy schoolboy, but shameless would be a term often describe the fox in his previous life.
Kagome sensed him long before he reached the door, opening it to blink bewilderingly at his unexpected presence, "Shuichi-san, what bring you here?"
He slid in a smile and softened his expression, not at all surprised by her detection, "Kagome-chan, I just thought I should stop by!" Kurama pocketed his hands, thumbing a small budding rose he kept in his jacket.
"Didn't I tell the stupid baby prince that I really didn't need a babysitter?" Kagome was exasperated, "I don't need you or anyone to check on me…" She crossed her arms and rested her shoulder on the door frame. Annoyance pinched her brows together and tucked out that pretty little lip. The fox wanted to nibble it.
Wanting to laugh at the jewel's assumption, as reasonable as it was, Kurama wasn't interested into being the errand boy for that damned toddler. He shook his head, still keeping that soft smile, "No, no, I was more or less curious if you would like to go out for lunch." At her rising eyebrow Kurama continued, "I thought we should catch up, as friends, our…first encounter aside." Their first meeting was though the blow out in between her, the Prince, and the Dog Lord from Makai, in where Kagome impressed him with her fierceness.
She screwed her mouth together in thoughts at his friendly suggestion, before smiling brightly, "Well, I see nothing wrong with a friendly lunch! You're paying though." Kagome pointed out.
Kurama barked out a laugh, grinning at her broad-faced statement, "Of course, of course."
With a sigh Kagome pushed off from the door frame, "Alright, give me a moment to get ready. I need to let my okaa-san know." Twirling from Kurama Kagome hurried back into her home, "Be right back!" She missed how dangerously his lips curled into.
"I'll be here." Kurama purred out, as the rosebud's thorns twisted into the skin of his hand and bits of his scarlet blood came seeping out, dying the green red.
It didn't take long for his little jewel to bound out from her home, greeting her mother farewell. She looked utterly adorable, Kurama decided, before offering his arm for her to hook onto. Being a gentleman is a way into her heart, he knew.
The park would be perfect place to have lunches. Kagome agreed, again missing that smile. The rosebud tightened on his hand.
Kurama sighed at her energy crackling at his skin, burning him further. Love bites, marking him as hers, his little jewel's thief. Kagome remained blissfully unaware of the damages she was doing on his body.
Had she known, he'd never again get her love bites.
Their bellies full and having cleaned up after themselves, Kurama led Kagome deeper into the park, "I am cultivating a rose garden there," he smoothly told her, and spotting excitement glittering in her eyes, he smiled, "would you like to see?"
"Would I like to see? Of course I do!" Kagome clapped, giggling at the idea of a rose garden. She didn't think she'd ever saw one before—the most she saw a rose bush or two.
Kurama pushed aside a scrub, gesturing her to go through, "Aa, follow me then." At her giggle, he untucked the rosebud he had been keeping hidden, red as his blood, "Here, I've been keeping it so I can show you later. It was from the garden."
"Oh, it's really pretty." Kagome was awe at the flower. Was it supposed to be this red? She promptly squeaked when the rosebud unfurled into a much larger bloom into Kurama's cupped hand.
Kurama curled around his fingers over the smooth stem, the thorns having disappeared from its maturing, "I'd like you to have it, Kagome-chan." He brushed aside her bang, biting back a groan at how soft her black locks were, and woven the flower into her ear. "It's beautiful on you."
Mine.
Blushing furiously at his attention, Kagome smoothed her hair and casted her eyes elsewhere, "Oh thank you." The rose was rather large and surprisingly heavy on her head, nearly encroaching her sight, but oh it smelled so sweet. Somewhere in the far back in her mind there was a red blaring alarm.
But, somehow, against her best judgment, Kagome ignored it when she'd usually listen.
Grabbing her lithe hand, Kurama kissed the back of it, smiling, "You're very welcome." Without another word he tugged her deeper into the park, concealed from uninvited eyes, toward his rose garden.
Kagome felt the lids of her eyes growing heavy and hastily rubbed them, she needed to stay awake, "Shuichi-san, I'm sleep—" a yawn broke out, "y all the sudden…" So sleepy that she didn't feel the stem of the rose expanding into veins, gripping onto her scalp, weaving through her hair, and crawled its way downward.
Upon the sight of an enormous garden that could've only existed in a fairy tale, Kagome collapsed, her body numbing. She'd remember nothing but Kurama's warmth, embracing her slacked frame tightly.
He groaned at the softness of her skin, but refrained himself. Kurama didn't dare to break his treasure. There was no preciousness if the jewel is cracked.
But he could at least award himself with a kiss.
Even her lips were heavenly, and the fox inside of him grew zealous. Territorial. "You're going to be mine, all mine."