Day 349 in the Ningenkai.

Dawn. I awake, Hiei is gone, possibly finding food?

I am in a cave, and my youki doesn't even reach so far as any form of civilization. This is my brother's doing. He fears bedding me, it is human custom, preserving our bloodline and keeping it a pure race means nothing to him. I shall abandon my resolve.

I cannot preserve our old ways.

Hiei returned an hour after I awakened. I was no longer inebriated. He had killed a few hares, I skinned and cooked them for us. It was edible, but without spices, and few herbs- it wasn't entirely enjoyable.

We spent a few hours enjoying the breeze, and silent company. Hiei must have realize my change in mindset. He smiled, and then offered to bring me to a nearby spring, to wash the dirt off of myself. I complied.

The water was cold, but refreshing. I enjoyed the bath. Hiei was bathing down stream. I felt nothing from him when I searched his youki- he was not thinking of me.

We spent the afternoon again in silence, we finished off the soup for dinner- it was cold, and very un-enjoyable.

My heat overcomes me, and my sanity leaves myself.

Hiei's POV

The onna was behaved all day, this is contrary to the mail youko heat, they pursue the female youko for three days without ceasing. I pity Kurama, having a female so close- only to send her away with his last few breaths of reason.

Evening approaches... an the onna is acting very strangely. She dozes off before awakening with an alarming sense of alertness. She looks at me an looks at me with disgust she must know of the foxes true intentions. She desires to mate with him, but still doesn't know how much living life as a human has changed him, its altered him greatly. She lays back down on the bed.

She moans. She desires much. She needs sex.
it kills me inside... How easy it would be to take her now.

I have never bedded a woman, and her sent entices me.

But Kurama holds me above such things.

While buried in my thoughts the onna approaches me, she places a hand firmly on my crotch, pulling me from whatever it was I was thinking sharply back into reality..
I grunt. She smirks. I moan. It widens into a smile. She kisses my mouth. I do not respond. She frowns. I smirk. She hits me, I am enraged- if not startled... but I do not respond. She hits me again, but I do not move- I cannot hurt such an intoxicated being.

I think about all of the moments we have shared together she thinks she is strong- which she is... but she is so soft and gentle, so simple... easy to understand, if not boring. She is beautiful, and if I were a horrible friend, I would take her now and claim her... she would be mine against her better judgment.

A sharp slap across my face jarred me from my thoughts- I felt three sharp cuts form, it was becoming morning. I heard a soft gasp, I looked into her tired eyes... I would be healed by morning... but nothing could prepare me for what she did next.

She rushed to my bleeding form, and kissed each of my wounds... and when she got to my face she didn't stop. She just kept kissing me- she wanted to kiss the memory away... but she fell asleep before she could finnish.

The last cut was on my lower lip. It was turned up, and bleeding red blood.

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