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Chapter 9

Deliverance

Amber eyes glowed throughout the darkness, piercing Whitney's soul. Her skin crawled as foreign fingers grazed up her sides. "I have waited so long for this." The stranger spoke. "You will be mine forever." Whitney squirmed in attempt to get away, but he held her still. "No."

Whitney jolted awake, her eyes scanning the small bedroom. A shaky hand grasped her chest in hopes it would calm her beating heart. "I can't do this anymore." She pleaded as her eyes started to water. "Make it stop." The visions were worse now. Everything was either blood shed or rape and even though her safety was considered the upmost importance, she worried. Whitney moved on shaky limbs towards Hiei's room. She had to talk to him. These visions weren't just showing what could happen, but will. The woman moved slowly down the hall as her eyes adjusted to the pitch darkness. Her hand grazed along the wall mentally counting the doors as she passed. 'One. Two. Three.' Nervously she took in a breath. 'Please don't push me away.' Whitney closed her hand into a fist and knocked softly. Silence followed and she knocked again. "Hiei?" She whispered. "I need to talk to you."

The bedroom door slowly slid open and Whitney could see the sleeplessness in his eyes. "I'm sorry." She began. "I just, I." She paused for a moment. Her thoughts moving faster than she could say. "I wanted you to know the visions are becoming worse and-" "You thought I could help?" A small smile graced her lips. "Yeah." The fire demon moved to the side and waited for her to enter. The first thing she noticed was that his bed was still made. "Were you sleeping?" He ignored her and moved to the windowsill. "What are you seeing?" Whitney moved to the seat beside him, her eyes looking at the floor. "Bloodshed, and me forever in Kishou's hold." His fingers flexed at the sudden discomfort from his dragon. "I'm scared Hiei. He told me I would be his forever." Watery brown eyes lifted from the floor to him. "Promise me you won't let him win." She pleaded. "Whatever it takes to keep everyone safe." Whitney knew he was listening. His eyes were getting easier to read. "I need you to do something." Hiei asked her. The seriousness of his tone immediately putting her to attention. "Touch me like you did before in the kitchen. I need to know." A blush slowly crept up her neck to her cheeks. "Are you sure?" She asked him. "You didn't like what I had to see last time." "Do it." He had to know if there was anything else they could be missing. Just a small chance that they would be victor in this war. Cautiously she reached out to touch him as though he was a rabid dog. He was trusting her. The fact he let her in his room and was now pulling up his sleeve clearly spelled it out for her.

When her hand rested onto his arm she wasn't met with the sudden spark. Just soft skin and a few disfigured scars. Hiei sucked in a jagged breath when Whitney brushed her thumb over one in particular. It was raised higher than the rest, the discoloration felt out of place against his tan skin. She could feel his eyes on her and she closed hers in return trying to concentrate. A few moments passed only showing darkness. 'Nothing.' She squeezed his arm tighter as her brows furrowed. 'Why won't this work?' The feel of Hiei's bandaged hand on top of hers made Whitney stop. Their eyes connected for a brief moment before Hiei lifted his chin. "I'm so sorry." She said meekly. "I don't know why I can't do it." He moved away slowly, the heat from his arm vanishing. His dragon lashed out with angry energy, and it took a decent amount of strength to keep the discomfort hidden. Whitney watched him quietly, trying to find some sort of emotion that she could read. Unlike most men she met throughout her life, Hiei was the most mysterious. He never complained for spoke out of context. Everything from what she observed was mulled over and calculated. She wondered if he ever relaxed at all.

Her hand traveled over his arm again and she could instantly feel the intensity of his gaze. "I need to go back home." Whitney said softly. "I need to make sure my family is okay." The fire demon flexed under her touch. "You know I can't allow that." He told her. Delicate fingers tensed around his wrist. "Please." She whispered looking into his eyes. She was pouring everything she was into him. "With everything that's happened, I can't pretend anymore." In that moment something in Hiei gave in. It could have been the way she stripped down her walls and became vulnerable for the first time. He felt himself move closer without a thought. The feeling of her near made his skin prickle, and he could feel the purest of his demon form come through. Slowly his other hand came up to rest on her cheek, gently brushing away an escaped tear. "I'm sorry." He told her remorsefully. "There is nothing I can do."

When they had first started their mission, Hiei had given Koenma his word that no harm would ever come to the mortal. Even when his dragon wanted to please her, Hiei still refused. There were many things the fire demon was, but never going back on his promise was the one thing they could rely on. Taught from an early age of thievery, Hiei always observed loyalness and kept promises. Thieves were considered tight families that relied on one another to make it the next day. If you tried to trick one thief you tried to trick them all.

His hand still resided in the same spot as his thoughts raced along with his emotions. Whitney clearly saw his turmoil much to his displeasure. "Will you tell me about your past?" She asked him. Hiei watched her for a brief moment. "Why would you want to know about it?" Whitney moved her head away from his hand and shrugged. "Curiosity mostly, maybe a little interest." She leaned back against the wall and turned her attention to the field beyond the window. "You're hard to read Hiei, and I'm not used to that with anyone." Her eyes went back to him. "Your words counter your actions. It makes me feel things I thought didn't exist anymore." "Love is death wish." "Who said anything about love?" Whitney questioned. "When my brother past I felt a part of me go with him." She began to explain. "I never let anyone get close, or wanted them to know who I really was. But yet here I am with a person who knows more about me then I do them." Hiei crossed his arms as questions ran through him. "You mean to know my weaknesses then." Whitney's eyes glanced at the window as she bit her lip. "In a sense, yes. I don't like someone having the upper hand on me." "I'm going to disappoint you then."

With frustrated defeat, Whitney stood up from her spot glaring at her keeper. "We're training tomorrow right?" "If you are up to it." Immediately she nodded before making her way towards the door. "Don't hold back." She said grabbing the wooden panel. "Give me everything you got." There was determination in her words. A dangerous promise that this mortal may be holding something hidden. "Do you have a death wish?" Hiei replied confidently. "Maybe." Calmly she slid the door closed and walked back to her room. It surprised her that he had mentioned love during their talk, but it actually cleared a lot of questions she had concerning the both of them. Her keeper had said he had no interest and that his response to the kiss was only because of his animalistic instincts. Love was the reason why he used the pathetic excuse. Hiei was afraid of love, and his actions were better understood because of it.

Whitney mulled the scenario over in her mind a few times. How many times had she pushed men away all because she was worried they would vanish too? Losing a loved one hurt more than the betrayal any person had bestowed upon her. Hiei stayed glued to the spot Whitney left him in. The goal he intended to reach was now thrown away because she could no longer see his past or future. He needed Koenma more then he cared to admit. The rollercoaster of emotions were not helping the stressful situation they both found themselves in. The fire demon leaned his head against the window and let himself fall into a light slumber.

When the sun rose beyond the hills Whitney was already awake. Small dark bags hung below her eyes from her fitful sleep. She felt lost, broken. The constant worry and stress made it difficult to get her mind straight. She groggily sat up feeling a small headache form on the sides of her temples, and she tried to smooth them with her fingers. The door to her bedroom suddenly slid open and Hiei stood at the entrance. "You could knock you know. I could have been changing." His features didn't change and Whitney wondered if he heard her at all. "Downstairs, two minutes." "Not outside?" He walked away leaving the door open. "Fucker." Whitney moved cautious of her head and got dressed the best anyone could in two minutes and made her way to the basement. She had asked him to give her everything he had and inwardly she promised that was what she wanted.

"To move quickly you need to relax." Hiei began after their first warmup fight. "Tension is making you move slowly." Whitney nodded, her headache coming back. Hiei took a step forward a wooden stick swaying at his side. Her eyes watched his weapon carefully, ready to dodge at any moment. She found out she was wonderful at running, and blocking. Attacking her opponent was a different story. Hiei moved quickly, a sudden flash on her left side and she spun with her fist moving towards him. Her knuckles hit something hard, and she guessed it was the wooden stick. When he appeared suddenly behind her, she could make out the small droplets of blood.

Whitney looked at her hand and noticed the streaks of blood along the back. 'No cuts?' She turned her head, only to notice Hiei was holding his nose. A small river of blood trailing to his mouth as drops fell to the wooden floor. "Clearly I underestimated you." He said nasally. "Lucky shot?" Immediately he moved again, but Whitney didn't have enough time to react and felt something strong hit her back. She flung forward onto the ground, her elbow making the contact first. A cry escaped her and she rolled onto her back stunned. Apparently he was moving much slower then he could have been, and in the beginning Whitney wondered if she could even hold up on her own. A gasp escaped her as a sudden weight hit her stomach. Hiei was above her straddling her waist, his hand on her throat. A small hand reached out, grabbed the back of his head and pushed forward. At this point, Whitney did the unthinkable.

She kissed him.

Whitney didn't understand why she did it, but she did. Something in her snapped and for once she wanted something that took her away from all the stress and problems the world offered her. Hiei to her was a ground she needed. A place she knew the outcome. If he hated her tomorrow then she was fine with that. They were both adults, and if he didn't understand for the need for release then she wouldn't want to be with him anyway. She felt his tongue glide into her mouth, the heat much stronger then hers. A moan escaped her as she felt his hand on her hip. A light squeeze bringing forth a deeper throb in her lower belly. Hiei moved his legs between hers, and pushed his hips forward. Her fingers gripped the strands of hair on the back of his neck a little tighter, rougher. She wanted him to want this as much as she did. In a seductive tease she rolled her hips against his, getting the feel of his excitement much clearer.

Size at this point didn't matter, just the thought of him inside her had Whitney feeling animalistic for the first time. He groaned against her mouth as her other hand traveled up beneath his shirt. The pads of her fingers traced over the defined muscles of his stomach and back, before squeezing her thighs around him. Hiei's hand moved suddenly and ripped open the flimsy material of her shirt. Whitney's mind went blank, as she felt his thumb moved lightly around her nipple. "Hiei." She whispered with need. "Please." He understood what she wanted. This wasn't love making for either of them. He reached for the button of his pants while Whitney pulled her leg out of one side. There was no time extra time to waste, and his demon form slowly started to change the color of his skin. Hiei fell forward, a hand landing on each side of her head. He was panting loudly, his dragon clearly taking control. "You know I can't stop." He told her. She smiled at him, an acceptance he never thought he would experience. "I don't want you too." Whitney's free leg moved up his side before pushing the material of his pants below his hips. He reached for her hair and pulled before pushing his hips forward. The tip of penis slid over her opening, teasing her with a shiver.

His hot breath hit her lower ear as he ground himself over her one last time. She reached in-between them to wrap her hand around him. A small shudder escaped as she positioned Hiei to move forward, and when he did Whitney's head snapped back. A growl echoed throughout the room. Shadows of two people intertwined playing against the walls. This was what she needed as a pleasant sigh left her lips. This was her deliverance.

Authors Note: Thank you again to all my readers! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm not very good with the mushy stuff, so please if anyone thinks it needs to be changed let me know. Review! Review! Lots of love Chrissystixx