TCA- Here is the next chapter! We actually had fireworks on the fourth despite the fact that it rained all day. I now have a baby duckie to raise up….I'm so happy! There is an OC in this chapter and she shall pop up every now and then (not as an important character, as a servant).
I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters…..I wish I did, or that I had some hand in the show's creation. But I don't and I didn't.
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Of course morning has to come. The day does not heed the wants of anyone, let alone a blind demon that can't even see morning's light. And of course morning brings consciousness to both Kurama and Yomi. Yomi is fine, he is not suffering from any sort of headache or adverse affects. That is probably because he was so used to the potent Makai drinks. Kurama on the other hand hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for about sixteen years, let alone drank any type of Makai alcohol.
Kurama lets out a small whimper and pushes his head against the pillow, his memories of the night before are vague at best and downright nonexistent at worst. A warm form is pressed gently against his side, and Kurama can tell that they are both shirtless though they are both wearing pants. He moans as a wave of pain lashes through his head, and then he turns to meet his bed partner.
Yomi's head faces Kurama; he can feel the kitsune staring at him in shock and a little anger is behind the glare as well. At this moment he is thankful for the bandage around his neck, it would have been too much for the kitsune to handle.
"Why am I in your room?" Kurama looks around lethargically and then closes his eyes. Yomi tries not to laugh at the kitsune, but he fails miserably. Kurama whips his head around to look at him, but buries his head into the pillows instead.
"We were drinking last night, and you managed to get drunk rather quickly. You tried to seduce me, I said no because I knew you would hate me in the morning, and then we fell asleep in my wonderful bed." Yomi rolls over onto his back and places his hands behind his head. "You really are an interesting drunk, Kurama."
"How far did we get before you finally decided to say no?" Kurama spat the words out quickly, his hands clutching at the coverlets. Yomi sighs and begins to gently remove the covers from Kurama's graceful hands hands.
"You got my shirt off," Yomi says offhandedly and flashes a smile. "And you stole my pants…but I didn't let you go that far. I stopped you and pulled my pants back on. It was just a little to warm to wear a shirt, even a thin one."
A groan comes from Kurama's lips and Yomi laughs.
"Shut up yagi no baka!" The spirit fox hisses at Yomi and then covers his ears. Yomi snorts softly at the old insult. They could go on for hours with things like that in the old days. Kitsune no baka to Yagi no baka, head to head in a violent battle of insults.
Yomi runs his hand through his hair, picking out the tangles with his nails. They are located around his horns and his ears, just like they always are. He spends a few moments combing through his hair, ignoring Kurama's little twitches and hisses of pain. He just knows that Kurama will get over it eventually! If it was possible for Yomi not to hold a grudge over his eyes it was possible for Kurama not to hold a grudge over a few drinks.
Once all of the little knots are out of Yomi's hair he begins to pick through Kurama's. His fingers run throughout the crimson locks, catching the smallest tangles and working them out with experienced fingers. Yomi notices the little things, the soft smell of roses that radiate from every single pore, the silkiness of the long locks…he frowns slightly at the split ends that he finds.
"Why are you playing with my hair?" Kurama looks groggily at Yomi, squinting at the blind lord. The light burns his eyes, his head hurts. He's confused and suspicious.
"I'm getting the knots out so I can help you old friend. Remember the old days? I used to get smashed so easily…the next morning you always watched over me and made sure I didn't do anything horribly stupid." Yomi caresses the back of Kurama's head and smiles gently. He wishes that he could see Kurama, just Kurama would suffice.
Yomi sinks his hands into the thick hair and slowly applies pressure to the kitsune's scalp. He is soothing in his ministrations, making sure not to press too hard or too quickly. As Yomi rubs away the tension in Kurama's head he continues to smile in delight. Kurama sounds so pretty…Yomi squeals inwardly and begins to move his hands towards Kurama's shoulders. He sighs in realization and pushes a button beside the bed. Kurama would probably look at him oddly later, but oh well.
A girl with long curly brown hair and big brown eyes rushes into the room and bows profusely at Yomi. Her hair falls clumsily around her and her white dress flairs around her thighs. Her demon markings fall directly under her eyes, one cross under each.
"You called Yomi-sama?" She bows again, her nose almost touching the ground. "May I get you anything? A drink? Breakfast? Um…" She smiles widely and looks at Kurama and Yomi.
"Nakhoda, would you please bring in some massage oil and breakfast for two? I tired out Kurama last night," the servant girl began to giggle and Yomi smiles indulgently. "So I'm going to make it up to him."
"Okay Yomi-sama, it's all coming right up! Have fun getting squiggly with the love, I'll keep everyone away from your quarters!" Nakhoda giggles and rushes out of the room, returning ten minutes later with a tray stacked with food and a large bottle of oil. She bows again and rushes out of the room rather quickly.
Yomi sighs softly, glad to be alone with the kitsune again.
"You should eat Kurama; food will help you get rid of some of the pain in your stomach." Yomi smiles softly and put a bowl of what appeared to be scrambled eggs in front of Kurama. Kurama pokes it slowly and then grabs a spoon after deciding that it is safe to eat. The blind lord nods his head in happiness when he hears Kurama begin to chew.
Though some demons found the taste of human flesh to be pleasant Yomi found it to be bitter and gamey. It was greasy so Yomi didn't indulge in that kind of thing, instead he ordered his chefs to make some of the finest gourmet foods that they could. Everything was spiced and seasoned to perfection and the most basic foods were turned into masterpieces.
Yomi runs a delicate finger down Kurama's spine, feeling out the vertebrae as he goes. The muscles are loose in some areas and hardened in others and Yomi works his fingers into the little muscles indents on Kurama's back, intent on relaxing the tense kitsune. Said kitsune continues to delicately shovel small spoonfuls of egg into his soft mouth, letting out little whimpers as Yomi's fingers glide across his spine.
It is a tender moment, though there is still a fair share of animosity in the air. The grace that Kurama displays delights the blind lord, the movements are graceful and the way that the motions displace the air around the kitsune is an enchantment. Every whimper, be it one of pain or pleasure, is like the finest melody.
"Is it to your liking?" Yomi smiles as his hands kneed at Kurama's back. The kitsune opens his eyes and then looks back momentarily at Yomi. The blind lord seems relaxed, though there is something in the yagi's face that makes the kitsune nervous. The morning's light splays shards of almost frantic sunlight onto the pair. If Yomi could see the way that nature coerces their forms into an angelic light he would probably laugh.
"Depends…n' what ur talkin' bout….." Kurama lets out a soft yelp as Yomi's fingers rub into a particularly sore patch of muscle. Yomi resists the urge to kiss the kitsune's shoulder. He forces down the instincts that want him to mark Kurama as his own and continues to rub away the tension in Kurama's body. "Some is a lot more…then just to my liking…"
"That's good for me to know," Yomi says as he applies light pressure to the lower area of Kurama's back. A loud pop fills the air as Yomi pushes upward, fixing the tension in the kitsune.
He forces himself to stop, resisting the urge to move his hands lower on the kitsune's form. A soft sigh overtakes the blind lord and he rests his head gently on Kurama's shoulder, relaxing his body against his friend's. The two stay like that for a while, neither pushing the other away.
A few more minutes pass by and Kurama gives Yomi a bowl of eggs with a small smile. Knowing that he is every bit as hungry as Kurama Yomi takes the bowl and moves so he can eat comfortably while still touching the kitsune. The reincarnated Youko says nothing about the closeness and Yomi is glad for it.
He does not have the heart to tell his old friend that he is just being nice, that he's just as hung-over, or that he doesn't care. He does not have the heart to lie to the cunning young male, the night before had eradicated the part of him that was so intent on survival that it was willing to lie to the one that he loved. The two eat in silence and Yomi likes it that way.
Yomi shoves the eggs into his mouth, while Kurama continues to delicately eat his own. They both eat thick strips of bacon, Yomi's extra crispy and Kurama's lightly cooked. They are both silent and they revel in the pleasure that they get from one another's company. The two share a rather large glass of juice, a concentrated form of a rather delicious Makai berry, and have toast and breakfast gravy.
Yomi feels delight beyond all measure as he and his crush share the juice glass. There is no straw, so their lips touch the same rim. Though it is not direct contact it causes Yomi to shiver in delight. For some obscure reason it conjures up memories from the night before.
His hand touches the bandage on his neck and he pulls away from the kitsune, to put on proper clothing. Yomi yanks on a uniform, rather proud that he has everything color coordinated beforehand. All the outfits are capable of being matched up so that the blind lord does not come out looking completely ridiculous if he accidentally grabs something random.
Kurama watches Yomi dress through half lidded eyes, his mind still a haze. The Youko smiles secretly as Yomi disrobes completely and begins to pull on a dark crimson uniform. It is definitely red, not the sickening color of maroon that graces Kurama's home closet.
As soon as Yomi is completely dressed Youda walks into the room, intent on giving the blind lord a status report. Likewise a disheveled Nakhoda rushes into the room, intent on giving her boss and his squishy person of love as she had fondly nicknamed Kurama more time together.
Yomi holds back a sigh as Nakhoda grabs Youda's arm and desperately tries to drag him out of the room. Kurama's reaction to the two of them is the opposite of Yomi's; he bursts into laughter and then holds his head in pain. Those lips are so kissable and sweet, Yomi forces himself to pay attention to the two servants before him and not the smexy kitsune behind him on the bed.
"Lord Yomi what is that-that-thing doing in your bed?" Youda shoots a dirty look at Kurama. Yomi can just feel the loathing in the room and he really wants it to go away. His kingdom cannot run on hate and ill will and the only way to ensure that it doesn't try is to apply strict order.
"That thing as you so ineloquently put it is my advisor and my dearest friend. Don't you ever dare have the audacity to forget that again." Yomi's voice takes on a hard edge as he sits beside Kurama and places an arm around him. "Now report whatever you need to report."
"The kingdom is in a perfectly stable condition my lordship. You have an important meeting in an hour and a half, and it's supposed to be rather chilly this afternoon." Youda bows as he walks out of the room, never turning his back to Yomi and Kurama.
"Now for your business Nakhoda." Yomi nods his head in his servant's general direction; he can hear her heart beating steadily.
"Um…I was tryin to make the Youda leave you alone, so I guess I'll just get your dishes and your dirty clothing and leave!" She bows and begins to run around the room, picking things up quickly and then rushing out of the door.
Yomi runs his hand over Kurama's spine one more time before getting up and heading towards the bath. When the kitsune looks at him questioningly Yomi points at the bed.
"Stay and sleep [1 Kurama, you need the rest so that you can help later today." Yomi hears a soft mumble as he leaves his room. Obviously Kurama still feels a bit cranky. Yomi snorts at this thought, for Youko was always cranky….if not downright bitchy. Yomi used to take care of him after their raids, providing everything that the kitsune wanted…except sex. Yomi had never been allowed to provide that particular service.
The bathroom is every bit as lavish as the bedroom, if not more so. A large stained glass door is draped with mint green silk curtains and colored light twinkles throughout the room. The door leads to a balcony that overlooks the kingdom.
Pristine white tiles, with a pattern of Ivy patrolling around each tile, decorate the floor. The tile grout is every bit as white as the tiles themselves, scrubbed clean of all traces of dirt and grime.
In an alcove opposite the stained glass door is the bathtub itself. It is large, Victorian style, and rather deep. Of course if it is to fit the tall demon lord it had to be rather large. The towel hamper rests behind the tub, filled with fresh fluffy towels.
The blind lord walks quickly over to his bathtub and begins to fill it with hot water from the tap. Gandara was the only kingdom that had modernized to the point where proper plumbing was an actual necessity, not just a frivolous little thing.
When the tub is filled up Yomi turns off the tap and begins to undress. It is only after Yomi has sunken into the warm water that he realizes he should have changed after the bath. He blushes, realizing that his mistake wasn't the type a noble would make.
The water is steaming and Yomi sinks in as deeply as possible, submerging as much of his body as he can in the large tub. He sighs softly, thinking of the anger that Kurama will show when…no if…he finds out about what lies under the bandage on Yomi's neck.
Yomi peels of the bandage and runs his fingers over the mark on his neck. It is a drunken mistake on Kurama's part but to the blind lord it means the world and more. He focuses a small amount of his youki into his fingertips and sighs as the energy signature in the mark reacts.
"Kurama…ai shiture…" Yomi lets a sincere smile touch his lips, not one of the condescending ones that he normally uses. This smile displays the innocence that he had thought lost when Youko had betrayed him, it displays the love and passion that he still feels for the former thief.
Yomi moves his hand away from his mate mark and into his hair. The strands around his horns are tangled up again, and he spends a few minutes focusing on them instead of the kitsune he is so enamored with.
'This is getting to be too much for me to handle…I want to tell him everything.' Yomi lets out a groan of frustration and yanks at his hair, trying to ease away the tension in his brain. Many of his generals dislike Kurama, Youda downright hated him, and the kitsune didn't seem thrilled to be in Yomi's presence. All in all nothing was going the way that he planned it out to go.
'Later…I need to tell him one I get this all sorted out.' With that thought in mind, Yomi carried on throughout the rest of the day as he normally did.
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[1 In classical Japanese, kitsu-ne means come and sleep, and ki-tsune means always comes. This comes from a legend that has apparently been proven false…but I still thought it would nice to play slightly so as to include in this.