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Chapter Six

Yusuke chuckled at her reaction. It was adorable how embarrassed she was. They were mates after all—what harm was there in letting her know exactly what she would be getting into—or more precisely what would be getting into her, he thought lustfully, his demon purring in agreement. He thrust his hips up slightly, positioning his arousal at her covered entrance. He was having a hard time fighting his inner demon's orders, telling him to rip off her dress and claim her right there.

Keiko was close to a full body panic attack! What was he trying to do?! When she felt his grip tighten she knew she had to stop this—stop him…now. This was going way too far. So with all her strength she placed her legs on the ground, bringing her even more flush against Yusuke's arousal and threw her weight at him, causing the chair to tip backwards with a loud thud. The sudden movement jarring Keiko, pushing her tightly against Yusuke, chest to chest, hips to hips.

Realizing her error she blushed and struggled to change her position, but before she move away even an inch, Yusuke's hands clamped down on her waist, holding her in place. Suddenly she heard a soft growl in her ear and before she could question him or the noises he was making, she felt him roughly thrust his hips against her own, repeating the motion again, only now his hands drifted towards her posterior his hands firmly gripping it as he pressed against her. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from gasping. She needed to leave—now.

"God Keiko…you feel so good…" moaned Yusuke as he pushed against her again, wishing not for the first time that she was naked above him. The things he wanted to do to her, this was just one of the many, he was dying to find out what she tasted like, was it as sweet as she smelled? Better? He let out a little growl at that last thought.

"Yusuke…stop…please…" Keiko managed to ground out—she was scared and horny, but even more prevalent was her confusion; what was he playing at exactly?

He paused for a moment, there was an edge to her voice that made him hesitate, it was a sadness and panic that he had first heard when he had dragged her out of the bar. Hearing his inner demon hiss at his hesitation, he loosened his grip on her waist and allowed her hands that were still on her shoulders to move again.

As soon as she felt his grip loosen, she bolted up and moved away from him, slowly edging her way towards the chamber's door. She didn't want to with him, but she was never going to let him touch her like that again, she—

"If you run I can guarantee you two things: one, I will bring you back and two, no matter how many times you say 'stop' or 'please', I won't." said Yusuke leering at her, interrupting her angry inner monologue.

She fought the urge to gulp and break eye contact with Yusuke's heated gaze. Instead she squared her shoulders off, tilted her head back, and crossed her arms, glaring at him, trying to ignore her own uneasiness. False bravado was easy to feign, seeing as she had plenty of practice with it, seeing as when ever the boys Yusuke beat up came after her she had to pretend to be brave. They were the type of people that exploited any weaknesses displayed; she knew they would have tried to use her fear against her. Her thoughts were brought back to the present by Yusuke moving a step closer to her.

"You have some explaining to do Yusuke!" she all but snarled, halting him in motion.

Sighing Yusuke looked over at her, fighting back his own urge to flinch back from her anger, she had always been an intimidating force, even his demon was cowed by Keiko's rage. It had always been that way, as children he had intentionally made her angry, by pulling her hair, lifting her skirt, groping her breasts, loving how her cheeks would redden and she would swirl around to glare at him indignantly, despite the fact that he would already be taking a step back to avoid her anger in the shape of a slap or punch. Meeting her narrowed eyes now he sighed, where to start?

Kurama and Hiei appeared outside the club. They looked at each other, surprised by the location before shrugging.

"So are you finally going to tell Yukina that you're not her brother?" asked Kurama glancing at Hiei from the corner of his eye.

"…" Hiei remained silent as he stared ahead quickening his stride towards the club's entrance.

"I do believe she has a right to know that the man she has been idolizing and loving as her elder "brother" really isn't you—" he was abruptly cut off, by an irritated Hiei.

"Enough! Alright?! I get it! But damn it I don't know what to do! How do I explain to her that her real brother is dead, the same as my true sister, and that in a state of desperation we both clung to the idea that we were each other's long lost siblings. And who are you to be talking, you've been besotted with Botan for years—you didn't want her to leave, but you chose to say nothing—so don't you dare lecture me!" growled Hiei in an uncharacteristically heated outburst.

Kurama looked over to him surprised by his rant. Hiei was never one for words and when he said more than usual it could prove to be very enlightening.

"So are you saying you're in love with Yukina?" he asked fighting the smile spreading across his lips.

"Grr….shut up Kurama—I thought we were here for a reason." snapped Hiei.

Kurama smiled at the telling hue of red that crossed Hiei's face, even if it had only been for a brief moment.

"Right…" he nodded tucking away this newly discovered tidbit of information for later use. It would come in handy when it came to tormenting and harassing his friend.

The two of them walked into the club not even bothering with a backward glance to the bouncer.

As they glanced around they realized there was no trace of Keiko or Yusuke.

"They were here not too long ago—their scents are still fresh." said Kurama looking around again.

"It appears that Yusuke is again acting before thinking. Our monarch is a fool." scowled Hiei.

"Well this is probably not one of his shining moments." conceded Kurama.

"That depends, a shining moment for brilliance or stupidity?" asked Hiei glancing around again.

"Well—" Kurama began when he was grabbed by his hair and jerked around to meet the eyes of a very pissed off Botan and worried Yukina.

"H-Hello…" he managed to choke out, offering up a weak smile.

"Your barbaric friend just left—dragging Keiko in tow!" snapped Botan.

"Um—yes—about that—h" Kurama began stumbling over his words.

Hiei looked over at his smitten friend and rolled his eyes, hundreds of years old, and still acting like a nervous teenager around a woman. Pathetic…

"Yusuke's demon has selected Keiko to be his mate." sighed Hiei, drawing Botan's glare to him.

"Will Yusuke hurt her? He seemed so angry…" asked Yukina, speaking up for the first time.

"No, he's just going to—WHAT the HELL are you wearing?!" snapped Hiei, forgetting about his explanation entirely. Yukina blinked in surprise and glanced over at him, throwing him a confused glance.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asked uncertainly.

"What?! You—Hm! Grrrr….." he choked out.

Next to him Kurama stifled a chuckle at his distress, but froze when he turned to meet Botan's glare.

"Where did he take her?" she growled.

"Uh…my best guess is that he took her back to his castle in Makai." Kurama trailed off.

"Castle? Makai?" asked Yukina as both of the girls' brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yes, he's king now." said Hiei finally finding his voice.

"What?!" Botan gasped in surprise.

"Yes—that's been everyone's reaction thus far." said Kurama dryly.

"I don't understand…Koenma said Yusuke wouldn't reach his full potential for years yet." muttered Botan trying to process the new information.

"This wouldn't be the first time the little brat was wrong about something." snapped Hiei annoyed.

"I guess so…" she mumbled.

"None of us understand how it was possible, but this is hardly the first time that Yusuke had exceeded our expectations." shrugged Kurama.

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Botan grabbed Kurama by his arm and yanked him towards the club's exit, Hiei and Yukina following calmly behind them, "Let's go!"

"Where?" asked Kurama confused.

"To get Keiko before she purifies his ass!" snapped Botan.

"Purifies?" questioned Hiei fighting back a flinch.

"Yes, it seems that Keiko was born with a fairly impressive amount of dormant spiritual energy—hence why she was able to bring Yusuke back the first time he died. Koenma told me after that if the person who had kissed him had lacked spiritual powers it would have failed, leaving Yusuke a spirit. Didn't any of you wonder why Keiko handled all the demons, ghosts, and monsters as well as she did? Yukina and I have been helping her learn how to channel her energy and use it, but when she's angry enough she'll purify everything (whoever) gets within a few feet of her." explained Botan as they stepped into the alley behind the club, opening a portal between the realms, summoning her wooden broom. Without waiting for either Kurama or Hiei Yukina hopped up behind her and they disappeared to the other side's dimensions.

Hiei and Kurama stood there for a moment digesting everything Botan had just said. This was most definitely going to be an interesting encounter all the way round. That was to say if Keiko hadn't already purified "Yusuke's ass" as Botan had put it.