This is very sad. T^T I've only gotten one review for this story and I'm on the 3rd chapter... I guess not many people are still into Yu Yu Hakusho... or OC pairings. It used to be tons of people, but today YYH is old news, but I won't lose hope. Please review if you're reading this fic!!


Dancing at the End of Time

Story by: Wolf of the Red Moon

Pairings: HieixOC, KuramaxOC, OCxOC, and anyone else I decide to pair together!

Disclaimer: Wolf of the Red Moon does not own anything from the anime Yu Yu Hakusho and makes no money from the production of this fic.

Claimer: Wolf of the Red Moon does own the characters: Kira, Samara, Kanami, and Koji. Take them from her without proper permission and cranky old women will beat you with their purses next time you go shopping…

Chapter 3 Let the Games Begin

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"What is going on?" Yusuke questioned.

The whole gang had been gathered up from their night of gaming and trouble making and was now sitting in Koenma's office waiting for whatever the infantile prince had to say. For the sake of Phil, the imaginary, purple pony, it had better be good. They were all pretty pissed about the sacrifice of their fun… but all had the same thought… it was probably for another mission…

"As you all well know," Koenma began, you could already they could already tell this was going to take forever, "every since the massacre 200 years ago, wolf demons have become very rare--the rarest even! Even seeing one is considered to be a once in a lifetime spectacle! But these demons are also very powerful and can do a lot of damage if given the proper opportunity…"

The prince stopped to look up, meeting the annoyed faces of the gang. They were not enjoying this little piece of history that he was trying to share with him. They didn't come here to do through demonology 101 and by the look of things, they wanted him to wrap it up.

"Getting to the point, there have been supposed sightings of a pair of wolf demons in the area…" He informed.

Yusuke smirked and punched his hand with his fist, clearly up for a lupine beat-down, but he relaxed as Koenma waved his hand, motioning for him to sit down and calm himself.

"The wolf demons themselves don't seem to be doing any harm, but I fear someone is trying to control them… and possibly close to succeeding."

"What kinds of things are these demons being manipulated into doing?" Kurama inquired.

"It can't be that bad, can it? I mean if these wolf demons are as strong as what you say, then wouldn't they have enough power to stop whoever it is from controlling them?" Kuwabara questioned, adding a little stupidity to the moment.

"It's not that easy, Kuwabara; we're not talking about ropes and chains here…" Koenma said, shaking his head in dismay.

"What do you mean, pacifier breath? How's he controlling them?" Yusuke voiced.

"The manipulator seems to be using some sort of object that produces a diversely acute sound that he uses to, apparently, override their senses… a little like mind control." Koenma replied.

"Why is he doing this?" The lead detective suspiciously narrowed his eyes, "It's not everyday you hear about some psycho trying to control the world's scariest dogs."

"Yes, well apparently he's being paid to kill some very important people, not unlike an assassin, but instead of doing the dirty work himself, he's decided to recruit unwilling agents."

"This guy doesn't want to get his hands dirty, so he uses demons to do his job for him?" Yusuke went over it to himself.

"Precisely." Koenma praised.

Hiei stood leaning against the wall listening, not saying a word, acting as if it didn't affect him in the least with his cool, not-my-problem, bastard way.

"How do you suppose we go about stopping this?" Kurama questioned.

"That's what I need you to find out." Koenma said.

"So you're telling us you don't know…" Hiei stated.

Koenma blushed with embarrassment and hid behind the mounds upon mounds of paper work he had yet to file. And with that, the fire demon was proven 100% correct. The prince had no idea how to stop this mystery person; he didn't even know where to start.

Yusuke laughed and stood up, walking to the door. "Well, don't worry, baby breath. We'll come up with something." He stated as he stepped out the door followed by the rest of his team.

"…I hope so… but maybe I should have warned them of the emotional stress some sounds put on wolf demons…" The young prince put closed his eyes in thought, "Wolves are temperamental to start with… They could be dangerous if those stress levels get too high… I suppose I'll tell them later." Koenma said to himself, opening amber eyes to stare at the double doors worriedly.

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"You made it…!" Kira called as she watched the zombie-like Samara walk into the house and take a seat beside her on the couch, "It just took you till dark."

"Just barely… hey wait, YOU FUCKING DITCHED ME!" Samara yelled, pointing accusingly at her sibling.

"You took too long." Kira replied with a shrug.

"HOW COULD YOU DITCH ME?" Samara, ignoring her sister, continued to rant.

Kira absently stared at the ceiling, giving the taller wolfess a clear signal that she wasn't listening. Samara dismissed it easily, too tired to carry on the argument and picked up the TV remote, turning it to something random, drawing their attention away from reality for a while.

"Weren't we supposed to be at school today?" Kira questioned.

"Who cares?"

"Good point…"

Samara flipped to the news, curious to know if she was on in. Having a giant gap missing from your memory was one thing, but to wake up in a semi-demon form in an alley beside a public street was another all together. There was no telling what people could have seen.

'The body of Mr. Karashi was found this morning inside his home. His limbs and torso were literally torn to pieces, and bite marks on the body suggest the presence of attack dogs. The murderer has yet to be found. Everyone in the area should stay in their homes; this killer is very dangerous and--' At that, she turned off the TV.

"Well… I think I know where we were last night…" Samara said quietly.

"…Looks like it." Kira replied, nonchalantly. No big deal, just a stupid human, right?

There was a knock at the door… but it didn't stop there… whoever the hell it was decided to have their own concert outside, using the door as drums.

Samara got up to get the door, if only to make the banging stop.

Opening it revealed Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama and Hiei.

"Yo!" Yusuke chimed with a friendly wave and that annoyingly goofy grin.

"How the hell did you find out where we live?" Samara questioned, sticking her head out the door, glancing from side to side. To her relief she found no one else. "Are you like… stalking us?!"

"Of course not! The phone book helps a lot… We were kind of worried when you didn't show up at school… Soooo, we figured we'd come and make sure you weren't sick or anything… I mean, you ran out of the arcade pretty fast yesterday." Kuwabara rambled.

"Oh well--" THUD! BANG! CRASH!

Sam was cut off by loud noises coming from within the house.

"I'm ok!" Kira called from the stairs.

"Gods, Ki! That's the fourth time this week." Samara yelled, brow twitching in annoyance. It had been amusing while they were children, but living with a klutz got frustrating after the money spent on first aid, new flooring, and various other appliances.

"Oh yeah, like you've never fallen down the stairs before!" Kira called sarcastically.

The boys peaked in, eyes wide, as curiosity got the best of them.

The shorter twin was lying in the floor at the bottom of the stair mumbling incoherently to herself.

Yusuke and Kuwabara snickered as Kira, still in her position on the floor, brushed herself off. Why she didn't stand up, as any normal person would, nobody knows. Kira will be Kira; normality wasn't part of the equation.

"Well, come in then." Samara sighed, moving so her guests could step inside.

"So you live here alone?" Kurama inquired.

"Yeah, it's just me and Kira." Samara replied.

Kira still remained on the floor. Not speaking, not moving… was she breathing?! She couldn't have finally succeeded in killing herself with her lack of coordination, could she?! No, no, she was breathing… just a tired little wolf, too lazy to even pick herself off the floor. Besides, there was no real hurry, no reason she--

"Are you going to get up or what?" Hiei questioned, walking to stand above the girl.

They shared a heated glare as Kira crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest. She huffed; Kira-language for 'fuck no!' Now that he said something about it, the ground seemed so much for comfy than the idea of getting up.

The raven haired fire apparition stared down at the wolf girl, thoughts racing through his mind.

What the hell was that scent?! There was something on her--something that wasn't there yesterday… it smelled musky, like the outdoors… there was a faint pine scent cling to her, accompanied by grass and earth… and maybe some sort of fruit. Kira. Smelled. Like. A. Forest.

WHY?!

And that wasn't all. There was a different musk there, under everything else. It smelled… really good. Made him want to get closer, to rub against her as if she were another demon.

How idiotic! Hiei had not been with a human woman since he had come to this world and he didn't plan on starting with this one… although she was--NO! Do not even think of continuing that thought.

"What are you staring at?" Kira inquire coldly.

"Hn." Was the only thing she got out of Hiei as he averted his gaze away from her, unwilling to admit he had been staring.

"Play nice now." Yusuke teased.

Hiei glared hard at Yusuke then, reaching down, he picked up Kira. Something about her small frame being sprawled out across the hardwood floor was oddly provoking. He didn't know whether to hit her for being a stupid human of rape her for smelling like a bitch in heat.

By now the little scene had earned the attention of all the unfortunate people standing in the room and as the strange girl was placed on her feet and the irony of this situation finally started to sink in.

Kira stood a good three, three and a half inches shorter than Samara and about the same height as Hiei; maybe a little shorter. Were they made for each other or something?! What was the chances of two incredibly short people of approximately the same age finding each other right here in Japan?! Forget eHarmony!

"Wow, Kira! You two make a perfect little couple!" A male voice came from the, now open, door. And with that, the awkward silence that had eased upon the group of teens was banished.

"Kanami, Koji!!!" Samara called, flinging herself at the figures that walked in the door.

Kanami, the female of course, had dark brown hair, draping in glossy waves to the small of her waist. Wide brown doe-eyes--normal for this region--lit up her face with that classically sweet innocent good-girl look. But her outfit was a tight, dark blue shirt with no lettering or logo and pair of baggy black pants, complete with numerous pockets--odd for any non-jungle based region. It gave her a don't-fuck-with-me look.

Koji, on the other hand, had short black hair, messy and unbrushed atop his head. Dazzling amethyst eyes looked out from under dark lashes. He wore a pear of ripped jeans and a black t-shirt.

He was beautiful for a boy, a real looker, but the way Kanami was attacked to his arm said stepping to close was a major no-no. The two were a couple--had been since childhood--and currently best friends to the Kira and Samara.

"Yo! We invited ourselves over for a sleep over!" Kanami stated, prying herself free of Samara and taking a seat on the couch, hands behind her head and feet propped on the coffee table like she owned the place.

"That's it!" Samara called out, letting Koji go free, "Kira and I were looking for a way to relieve some stress anyway! You could all stay the night, like a huge sleep over party…!" She continued, looking over her new group of friends, proud of her brilliant idea.

"All right. I think I can stay." Yusuke replied with a shrug.

"I can." Kuwabara said. What else did he have to do? There was no dork convention tonight.

Kurama just smiled and nodded as Hiei rolled his eyes, but he wasn't going anywhere either. To only thing he was doing was taking over Kurama's couch or sleeping in a tree.

"Whatever." Kira grumbled. She was still not happy about Hiei picking her up, thus inadvertently winning the battle. Well, he would not win the war! Wolves were known for being stubborn and Kira was the perfect poster child of that oh-so-appealing characteristic.

But just as she was about to flop back down on the floor, Hiei grabbed the back of her shirt, holding her by force. Her shirt lifted to show a bit of her pale stomach and a provocative bellybutton ring. Not to mention stretching the thin fabric over her not-so-flat chest.

A haughty glare was thrown Hiei's way as she pulled away, exiting the living room and heading up the stairs--this time succeeding to reach the top. Just who the hell did he think he was?! That bastard man must think he's god or something. There was no way in hell that she was going to be trapped in a house with him all night.

Kira walked quietly down the hall and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and flipping the lock. Walking to her window, almost tiptoeing her way there, trying to keep the floorboards from creaking, she opened the glass, pushed out the screen, and slipped out… only to be caught before she hit the ground.

Koji, who seemed to have been waiting for her, gave the little wolf a huge grin. He knew her too well to not see through that trick the moment she pulled away from Hiei and walked up the stairs. Damn.

"Not this time, Kiki…"He said, wiggling a finger in front of her face, "We have something big planed for you." That didn't sound very good.

Kira struggled to get free from his grasp, but he had grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off the ground and carried her back inside. It wasn't really all that hard to keep the girl for escape when she was in this form. Humans were such weak creatures.

"No escaping tonight, Ki. No one in this room is leaving until day light." Kanami said, a devilish gleam in her eye. "Now, first things first, we are going to play a little game… truth or dare."

Samara giggled from her seat in the floor, probably thinking up tons of awful things to make the others do.

"Oh no." Kira muttered, hanging her head. She knew how things were going to turn out already. Embarrassing song-and-dance routines, awkward kisses, and too much random idiocy lay in the near future.

Everyone, even Hiei--with some force--sat in a circle on the floor.

"Who's first?" Kanami questioned with an innocent smile.

"I'll go first…! Kuwabara, truth or dare?" Samara asked with an evil look.

"Truth." He stated.

"Gods, your suck a sissy… oh well, hum… who is currently your biggest crush?" She questioned.

"My beautiful Yukina!" He answered with no hesitation, flames igniting in his eyes and fists thrust into the air to show his passion. But his ego was crushed in a matter of seconds as something hard slammed into the back of his head. When he turned around, there was nothing. Hum, how weird.

Kira sniggered from her spot, having missed what had really hit him (because she had been angrily staring into space), but still finding it incredibly amusing that his moment was ruined.

But, of course, the game went on. It was too much to hope for a distraction. "… Urameshi, truth or dare?" He questioned.

"Truth."

"Gah!!!" Samara groaned out in annoyance, "Stop being fags and pick dare!"

The boys when on like they didn't hear her.

"Are you really going to marry Keiko? I mean, you seem like the guy that would have a lady on the side…" The orange haired goof questioned with an implied nudge.

"GODS!!! At least pick some better questions!!!" Samara was a little beyond annoyance now.

But again, things when on as if she hadn't even opened her mouth.

"Well, yeah." Yusuke replied with a shrug, "Keiko's the only girl for me." There was a pause while the spirit detective glanced around the circle for the next victim. Samara would complain about anything he could come up with, Kira and Hiei were tempting, but he figured if he wanted to survive this night that that was out of the question. Then his eyes lay on the other female in the room. "Kanami, truth or dare?"

"Dare me, babe." She replied with a clever smirk.

"I dare you to… shove a box of Fruit Loops over your head, declare you are the queen of breakfast cereal, and speak with a British accent for the rest of the night."

A smirk crossed Kanami's lips and she stood, disappearing into the kitchen. There was a few light sounds like the slamming of cabinets, something being dumped into a bowl, more rummaging, plastic sliding against plastic (?!), before the brown eyed girl returned. A cereal box was placed on her head and an empty, 7 inch salt shaker was in her hand.

"I am queen of all that is fruity and breakfast related!" She said, the British accent making almost everyone burst out laughing, "And this [the salt shaker] is my scepter of whole grain goodness."

No one could stop from laughing at that. Kanami was definitely up on the friends for life list.

"Alright, truth or dare… Samara?" She asked, accent still in place, as she pointed the salt shaker-scepter at the eager young girl.

"Did you even have you ask? Dare me!" She called excitedly.

"I dare you to…" She looked around for something to give her ideas, "…Dump ice in your bra. And leave it there until it melts."

Samara got up, retrieved a cup from the kitchen, filled it with ice, and returned to her seat. There, she proceeded to stuff the ice into her bra right there in front of everyone. Once she was done, she gave a sweet little smile to all the people that now stared at her with shocked expressions.

"Honey, I'm to hott to be cold." She said with wink, "My dear little sib! Truth. Or dare?"

"…dare." Kira replied… a little most that slightly worried.

Samara smirked. "I dare you to…" She got on her hands and knees, crawling toward her sister to whisper in her ear, just loud enough that every could hear, "…sleep with Hiei tonight."

Oh. No. She. Did. Not!!!! Kira gave a shocked look as Hiei began to unsheathe his trusty katana. Wait… did he have that when he got here?! Gah, no! Who cares?! Samara, he own sibling, just cursed her to do that with that bastard?! No. Way. In. HELL!!! This was NOT going to happen!

Kira was tempted to grab that katana out of Hiei's hand and slice that mutt up herself!

"You do not have to do anything, just sleep in the same bed." She continued with a shrug, twirling her hands in the air as if it was nothing.

Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kanami, and Koji started to laugh, only succeeding in busting a gut as they saw Hiei's deadly glare and Kira's omg-this-can't-be-happening-to-me glazed expression as she looked almost ready to faint.

"T-Truth… truth or dare… K-Kurama?" Kira stuttered out, after coming to the conclusion that she had no choice but to take Samara's dare.

Kurama smiled sweetly at the blushing wolf girl.

"Dare, I suppose…" He replied.

Her own problems momentarily forgotten, the girl's eyes flickered crimson as a devilish smirked crossed her lips. She was hoping he would say that. Samara liked this boy, thus, providing the perfect opportunity for revenge.

"I dare you to be our stripper! You have to give Samara a lap dance while you strip down to your underwear." She almost purred, pure satisfaction oozing from every pore as she saw Samara's face heat. "And, Samara… you aren't allowed to touch."

The protest sparked in Sam's eyes, but died as Kurama nobly accepted his dare standing and pulling the girl up so that she sat on a chair, starting to sway his hips. It wasn't long before his shirt was hitting the floor and Samara was graced with a toned, sun kissed chest.

She itched to reach out and touch him, to run her hands over the smooth flesh that had been presented to her, but she couldn't go against the rules. She knew all too well what would happen if she did anything to deny the dare. It was bad. So for now, Samara was forced to sit on her hands and try to reign in her cravings.

Kira smirked, knowing that Samara was having a hard time with the no-touch rule. It looked like that was all she was focusing on. As Kurama unbuttoned his pants, she didn't even bother to hide her blush or to even control her shaking. Oh yes, it was all Samara could do not to touch.

"Don't have a nosebleed, Sammy!" Kira giggled out.

Samara shot her sister a dirty look. However this would play out, she would have revenge for this. There was no way Kira was going to make her suffer through this tantalizing torture and get off scot-free. There had to be some way to get her back for this. But the thoughts stopped there. Samara was caught once again in the sexy roll of Kurama hips and the way he was slowly easing those jeans down his strong thighs.

Delicious, and yet just out of her reach. She had to wonder if the boy had done this before. He was to good like a professional almost. What a fox.

But as soon as his pants hit the ground, it was over. A heavily blushing Kurama took his seat back on the floor and Samara was left stunned on her chair. That was the single most hottest experience she had ever be fortunate enough to witnessed. Gods, Kira would pay for this.

Everything was silent for a moment before a still wide eyed Kanami burst out with, "Damn man!!! That was hot!"

She was ignored by everyone as the silence drug on a while longer.

"Hey, Kurama…?" Samara peeped after a moment, still glued to her spot, blushing at the memory of moments before.

"Yes?" He questioned.

"Do you mind if I take your turn?"

"Oh… um… I guess it's fine. You may."

"Thanks." Sam have the fox a sweet smile before turning to Kira with a heated glare, "Kira! Trust or dare?!"

"Hey! That has to be against the rules! You can't take his turn like that!" Kira was looking for any way to escape.

"I didn't take it. He gave it to me. Now answer the question!"

"I… I…" Kira struggled over her choice. If she picked trust, then that would save her from the most humiliating dare of her life--the likes of which she knew was coming, but that would tarnish her reputation as badass. If she chose dare, then at least she would have her dignity. Besides, truth didn't pose complete safety. Might as well leap before you think.

"Dare?" She mumbled out, muscles clenched and ready.

Samara chuckled evilly, rising slowly from her position on the chair. Kira knew then that she had chosen wrong.

"I dare you… to shift in from of everyone."

"Samara?!" Kanami gasped.

Koji went so still that it was scary.

"What does that mean?" Kuwabara asked.

"Samara," Kira hissed between her teeth, "You know I can't do that."

"What's that? Are you denying my dare? Does that mean you give up?"

"Samara, please, for the love of my sanity, chose another dare!"

But Kira's pleas fell on deaf ears. Samara didn't really care about Kira's sanity, it was almost nonexistent anyway, but, damn it, she was going to win this game! Kira had to suffer.

"Fine, Kira. Seeing as you give up on that dare, you cannot escape this one." She put her hands on her hips, showing everyone that she meant business. Samara Elisabeth Vance was not a wolf to be trifled with. "To add to my earlier dare, you and Hiei must sleep in your bed, without blankets…and you, my dear," She got right up in Kira's face, "Must. Be. Nude."

"WHAT?!" Kira was louder, but she was sure that Hiei's voice had taken part in that exclamation.

"Yup. It's eleven pm now. You are to head up stairs, remove the blankets from your bed (and put them outside you door), remove your own clothes and crawl into bed with him." Almost lake an after thought, Samara continued with, "You are to remain in the room, in the bed, all night until Kanami of myself come to retrieve you tomorrow."

"Samara, no! Anything but--"

"I'm sorry little sister," She said, placing a hand on her sibs long, dark hair and giving it a mussing tussle, "You brought this upon yourself. Besides, I've heard that revenge is best served… naked."

Everyone was laughing then. Yusuke and Kuwabara were rolling on the floor, and Kanami and Koji held onto each other, afraid they would topple over if they didn't. Kurama had his hand raised to his mouth as he tried politely not to chuckle at Hiei's priceless expression.

There was the tiniest blush across his checks as he stared out the window with a grumpy face. He was still mildly upset, but it wasn't hard to tell that he was picturing himself, on a bed, sleeping with a naked Kira. It was only a question of what kind of sleeping was in his thoughts.

"Well, I think everyone needs to pick where they want to sleep! I'm eager to see how this dare is going to play out." Koji said between laughs.

Kira shot him a glare.

"Off to bed with you." Kanami stated, hurriedly pushing Kira and Hiei up the stairs and into Kira's room, shutting the door behind them.

"Don't forget to toss your blankets outside the door so that we know you're not using them!" Samara called from down stairs.

"Might as well just toss your closes out here too!" Yusuke called.

Kira removed her sheets and opened the door, tossing them into the hallway. She them flicked off the lights before slowly stepping out of her clothes. It was easy taking off her shirt and pants compared to her underwear, but she got through it. Opening the door just enough to fit her hand through, she threw the out of the room as well.

She remained painfully aware that there was another in the room; her lupine senses, regretfully, couldn't be fooled. He was by the side of the bed, just standing there. Kira's eyes had adjusted already to the dark and she was aware that he was looking away, but there was still the urge to cover herself.

But there was nothing for that. Blankets were not allowed, clothes were not allowed. There was nothing left to hide her from his view. But maybe the thing that she wanted to hide the most was the musk that was filling the air. Her body was reacting involuntarily to him being there, to being nude, even in the dark, before him… and from the smell of things, his body was reacting to hers as well.

Kira sighed and got into the bed, facing away from Hiei, leaving lots of space for him on the other side. If she ever hoped to survive this night--without raping him--she would have to keep a good distance between them.

Hiei slowly made his way onto the bed, sitting on the side as he began lifting his shirt up and over his head.

WHOA! No! That was not allowed! What the hell did he think he was doing?! Just because she was laying here naked, in a sheet-less bed, waiting for him to get in, did not mean that she was all of the sudden willing to have sex with the boy!

"What are you doing?" Kira questioned, eyes wide. It was dark in the room, but Hiei still looked like a sex god. And said sex god joining her in a bed shirtless way enough to tweak her senses even if she wasn't nude.

"I sleep without a shirt. It gets hot at night." He said as he eased in the bed beside the girl.

It wasn't like she could say anything to stop him or do anything to get out of this room. They were stuck here together, exactly like this until morning.

They lay in silence, facing opposite directions, for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.

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And that's it for the third chapter! It's a little longer than the last chapter. I'm trying to work on the length while still keeping it interesting. But anyway, what will Kira and Hiei do now that Samara had doomed them to this dare? lol lots of fun in the next chapter, so stay tuned!

So, did you love it? hate it? Anything?

Please give your thoughts! Please review!

~ Wolf of the Red Moon


Preview:

It's so hard to keep a secret identity. I have no idea how all these superheroes pulled it off for so long. Well, we're not the Justice League here… and I think there's a little rat that might be onto us. Villain or ally? Who knows? But, geez, I can't be superwoman all the time; it was only a matter of time before word got out.

--- Kanami [signing off]