Yay! Chapter 12!
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When my father had said that he was going to be training Shura, he hadn't been kidding. For the next couple months, my father had woken up before me and gone to bed after me. I don't know why, but I never went back to sleeping in my own room, rather, I continued to stay with my father. He didn't complain, and I got the hint that he preferred it that way sometimes. For example, there were some nights he'd come in and he couldn't sleep, so he'd wake me up. I didn't mind though. Actually, I liked it when he did that. During those times, we'd cuddle, but there was that rare night when we made love. I told him that it wasn't necessary, as that would take much of his needed energy for the next day, but he said that it was something he wanted to do, not something he felt he should do. Those were the best nights.
During the day, I had much more freedom than I was used to. My father and Shura would go to No Man's Lands and train for days at a time. He had dismissed all of his guards, and even Yuta, claiming that they were all equal now. This left only four, including myself who stayed in the castle. My father, Shura, Kurama and I. Kurama would also leave for spells to train himself for the tournament, but he wasn't gone nearly as much as my father and brother were. There were many times, though that I was alone. It was when I was alone that I desired a certain demon's company the most. I tried to force myself to think of other things, but in the end, I just gave up and let my mind wander. I wanted him so much.
No. I couldn't think about him. I wasn't supposed to. I needed to get him out of my mind.
So I trained. I didn't train for the tournament, as that was an obvious lost cause. I trained for the next time I'd see him, for the next time we fought. He'd know that I wasn't a weakling. Besides, I was sure he was training too, considering he was supposed to be participating in the tournament. Either way, I wasn't going to let him outdo me.
The year passed quickly, or so it seemed.
One day while my father and Shura were out, Hiei appeared in the kitchen where I was. I'd made myself a snack. He appeared just as I'd taken my first bite. I choked on it. He smirked.
"Baka. You're supposed to chew your food, not inhale it."
"I know!" I said between coughs. "God, you're a jerk!"
"Thanks for the compliment."
"That wasn't a compliment, asshole." I felt a little strange. I'd wanted to see him, but when I did, I always fought with him. Why was that?
"You really enjoy complimenting me, don't you?" I threw my food at him, but he simply disappeared and it hit the wall.
"Well, there goes your snack."
I wanted to kill him. I really wanted to kill him. Maybe that was why I always fought with him.
"What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be training for the tournament?" Of course it didn't help that he fought back. It also didn't help that he started it in the first place.
"Are you implying that I'm not strong?"
"Of course. What else would I be implying?"
He drew his sword and slashed at me. I dodged, and continued to do so as he continued his attempt to strike me.
"What's the matter Hiei? Are you too slow?" I knew I was digging my own grave, but I didn't care. I honestly didn't care if he killed me. He made me crazy, crazy in a lot of ways.
He went behind me and kicked me onto the ground face first. "Who's too slow?" I lay on the ground and he used one foot to press my face against the floor. "Know your place, woman, beneath me." Oh hell no. I may be crazy, but I'm not beneath him.
I grabbed his ankle and pulled him onto the ground and pinned his arms behind his back. I lay on top of him. He struggled, but I wouldn't budge.
"Know your place." I smirked, then let go of his arms. He kicked me off of him, then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. He sat on my waist. I tried to punch him, but he caught my fists. He grinned maliciously.
"Oh, the things I could do to you..."
I growled at him. His smile grew.
"I wonder how Daddy would feel if he came home and his precious daughter were in the arms of one of his enemies."
"In the arms of...You wouldn't."
"Doubting me will only persuade me to actually do it."
"Mukuro wouldn't be pleased."
"Why should I care what anyone thinks?" I had no answer. "Why do you care what everyone thinks?" Again, I had nothing I could say.
"Speechless? Just how I like a woman." I slapped him. He only laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them at my sides.
"We never did finish what was started the last time we were together, did we?"
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"That pathetic thing you called a kiss..." he slammed his lips on my own and pushed his tongue against my lips. It was hot, but what could I expect from a fire demon? The heat felt wonderful though, and I parted my lips for him.
The anger I felt turned quickly into passion as his tongue fought mine for dominance. His won and he explored every corner of my mouth, his tongue swirling around mine as if they were dancing a tango of bittersweet passion. It was bittersweet because I knew it had to end, though I didn't want it to. I heard someone running through the castle halls toward the kitchen and Hiei disappeared, leaving me on the ground, hands at my side, gasping for air.
Kurama ran in. "Are you--"
"I'm fine." I sat up quickly and started to clean up the mess that was once my food. I kept my face turned away from his so he couldn't see that I was blushing.
"Hiei was here... I could sense him. Did he harm you?" He grabbed onto my shoulders and spun me around. A look of shock appeared on his face as he took in my expression. I turned away again and finished cleaning the mess. Kurama was silent for quite some time.
"Kurama..."
"Yes?"
"You're friends with Hiei, correct?"
"Well, yes. I suppose you could say that." He sounded uneasy.
"And you're friends with me, correct? You would consider me a friend, right?"
"Of course. What are you--"
"Kurama..." I turned toward him.
"Hm?"
"Don't betray either of us, okay?"
He blinked, then he smiled. "Of course."
I wasn't quite sure if Kurama was going to hold to that, and not tell my father. All I could do was hope, and I got what I wanted. My father never found out that Hiei had been there. That's how the bond between Kurama and I really tightened. I went to him and confided all of my feelings. He made me feel like I could do so without being judged, and without being found out. He'd always give me advice when I talked to him about my feelings. We'd even joke around sometimes about how my father would react if he knew about my feelings toward Hiei.
"Winston Churchill once said, 'A man is about as big as the things that make him angry.' Kurama said to me one day when we were talking.
"Then he's going to turn into a midget girl?" we both laughed. Those days were nice.
The tournament drew closer, and unfortunately, Hiei didn't show up again.
My father approached me the day before the tournament was supposed to begin. I was sitting in his room, on his bed reading a book. I looked up as he walked into the room and smiled.
"Hello there, father." I closed the book.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me close. "Rein. I have some bad news for you. Well, something I think you'll consider bad."
I blinked. "Father? What is it?"
"I don't want you going to the tournament. I want you to stay here."
"But... I wanted to watch you and Shura fight...Up close..."
"I don't want that. In fact, I forbid it. You'll be staying here, and you can watch the tournament on television."
"But why?"
"I don't trust any of those demons. That should be explanation enough."
I became bold and pushed myself away from him. "Father, I can take care of myself. Besides, I've been training also, and I'm sure I've gotten stronger..."
"I don't doubt that, nor will I ever believe that you can't take care of yourself. I'm simply telling you what's best."
"Best for me, or best for what will satisfy what you want?"
"Watch yourself, Rein. My patience with you is beginning to wear thin."
I didn't say anything and clenched my fists. It was at that point I realized just how... how trapped I was. I couldn't remember a time that I'd deliberately disobeyed my father. He had that much of an influence on me. Then again, he was my father. He'd raised me. I was thankful for his care, and I knew that I had it better than most demons, but there was a fine line between loving and smothering, and I was being smothered.
My father had never permitted me to leave the castle and explore the lands. I could only stay within the castle boundaries. I know this was a safety precaution, but I didn't care anymore. I couldn't find my own mate. He just had to do it for me. I wasn't sure why that was, but honestly, I didn't care anymore. I wanted to find my own mate. Hell, if I told my father that I held a particular interest in Hiei, he'd have a fit. I wondered if he really cared about my feelings at all. He'd already told me that I couldn't compete in the tournament, and now he was telling me that I couldn't go and support him like I'd wanted to? Maybe that was it. It was because I wanted to do it. It didn't matter what I wanted to him. It was all about his wants. Him. Why hadn't I noticed this sooner? Up until this point, I let him mold me into his "perfect little girl."
Well, his "perfect little girl" had changed, and he needed to know that and accept it.
He pulled me close again. "I'm sure you understand. I don't want anything to distract me from the tournament." I only nodded and he kissed the top of my head.
Too bad I didn't have the guts to stand up to him and let him know
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