Chapter Twenty

Yuzuki did not sleep for long. It seemed as though the flower that had bloomed was more powerful than she remembered. She'd only dozed for about an hour.

And somehow she knew that Kurama was awake as well. Waiting for her to open her eyes and look up at him.

Why was she doing this? Yes, she wanted to, she longed for it. She wanted Kurama. Wanted him to stay here. And not for the sex, although that was a bonus, but for his company. For his wonderful personality. His passion.

"Good morning," he said, and she jumped in surprise. He'd already known that she was awake. "Are you alright?"

"I do not … know," she answered. The heat in her body had not disappeared. She was aching all over again.

"Are you ready?" he asked, caressing her arm.

"What do you mean?"

He blinked. and then smirked. "You didn't think that we were done, did you?"

"C'mon, Hiei, we both know you're worried."

In the Living World, Tamara and hiei were sitting at the table eating breakfast with their daughters, their six-month-old son asleep upstairs.

"Tamara, you know he wouldn't like that." Hiei was shoveling down waffles-without syrup-like it was nothing. "Besides, you and I are supposed to train when Rin gets here to watch the children."

"So? He hasn't called." Tamara sighed. "What if that little girl got him in trouble?"

"I love how you call her little when she's taller than both of us."

Tamara scowled. "It's been two days since I've heard from him, Hiei. And no one else has, either. It's not a good idea to not check on him."

"Tamara, time is different in Demon World. I'm sure that Kurama is fine."

The children continued to eat in silence. Food was more important than talking, at least in their minds.

Their family lived in a two-story house now, one that had been built to their standards. They had a large, fenced-in yard, which made Hina desperate for a dog of some sort. Hiei and Tamara trained a lot in the yard, but today they would be heading to Genkai's old compound to get some meditation done.

"Hiei, do it for me."

"I breathe for you."

"If you love me, you'll do it."

"Hn. After breakfast."

She grinned at her mate. "See? Was that so hard?"

He smirked back at her. "Ch'. You're just lucky that I enjoy spoiling you."

After breakfast, however, Tamara and Hiei went into their bedroom to find a familiar face.

Long, brown hair, dull blue eyes. Pale skin. Burns emerging from beneath white robes.

"Alessa," Tamara breathed.

"Hello there, Tamara. I trust that you are well."

She stepped toward the woman, the Holy Mother of the Otherworld, warily. "I thought that you were at rest."

"Please, Tamara, you know I still have a few years before I can rest my weary soul. But I have come here to warn you, you see."

Hiei was silent, like usual, in the presence of Alessa Gillespie. It was not common for her to come here so directly.

"What?" Tamara asked her. "Did something happen?"

"No, not yet," the woman replied. "But when I know you will soon use my creatures and my world at your disposal-"

"We are training with other methods today," Hiei chimed. "We thought that Tamara had your permission to use Silent Hill if we needed it."

"And you do," the Holy Mother replied, and looked again to Tamara. "But you will use it seriously very soon."

Tamara raised her brow. "What are you talking about?"

When she made eye contact with Alessa, Tamara remembered all the pain. Everything that she had seen in her world, in Walter Sullivan's world, six years ago.

Alessa was once destined to be the mother of a god. Now she was just a woman scorned, constant anger and hatred filling every fiber in her body.

"You both will soon be called to the Demon World for war."

"What!?" Suddenly Hiei was interested. "How could there be a war?"

"I'm not sure, but you both need to be prepared."

"So what do I do?" Tamara asked.

"Well, you know the beasts of Silent Hill are always hungry."

Yuzuki was tight.

Kurama was having trouble fitting one finger into her. It was like bedding a virgin.

He had already made her come for him twice, and yet she still ached for more. This night seemed to last forever. Her head was spinning from the pleasure.

He detached his lips from her nipple. "How long has it been?" he joked.

Her beautiful golden eyes averted from him. "Too long," she mumbled in reply.

"Mmm." He kissed her hard. "Well, at least this time you're with me."

He sat up and spread her legs, nearly drooling at the sight of her. Her cheeks flushed red, blue silver hair a mess, tail twitching. She was a sight to behold.

"Kurama, I-"

"Don't try to fight it," he interrupted. "I promise these next few days will be days you will never regret."

He lined up with her entrance. Honestly he couldn't tell if she was shaking from fear or excitement. But he was going for it, regardless.

Yuzuki gasped as she felt herself be stretched beyond her limits. Tears began to track down the side of her face. She felt like she was losing her innocence all over again.

Only that this man was treating her so gently, like she was breakable.

He kissed her tears away, and stretched her further as he leaned down to do so. He felt warm inside her, felt right. Like even this snug fit was supposed to be this way.

When he moved, she shouted. Her sensitivity was through the roof. Inwardly, he felt a strange, sick pride.

Besides that, she was so smooth on the inside. Silky. Tight. He had to hold himself back to keep from releasing immediately.

He pulled out slightly, ramming into her so hard that she had to wrap her arms around him. "Kurama," she moaned.

"I know."

Sooner or later, she began to move with him. And that only made him thrust faster, harder, made him sit up straight so that he could touch her. Caressed her flat stomach, ran his cool fingertips up her creamy thighs.

"K… ahh-Kurama-" she cried, grabbing the blanket beneath her. "P-Please…!"

God, he couldn't wait to feel her come while he was inside. Her muscles clenching were almost too much to handle.

And the look on her face, her lust-glazed golden eyes staring back at him, was simply the sexiest thing he'd ever seen as she arched, quivered, and writhed beneath him.

Her voice, that beautiful voice, was calling out his name and pleading for him to keep going, go faster. And, his personal favorite: "Please, Kurama, don't stop!"

Tamara and Hiei walked up the wide stone steps, the wind blowing softly. Tamara wore her usual black jacket, black pants, and sneakers, today wearing a violet sports bra underneath. Her hair was in a high ponytail. Her strange gray eyes scanned the wooded area carefully.

She was honestly amazed that in six months she had lost all of her baby weight. Once she'd had Akane, it had taken almost a year to get back to her normal size.

"Tamara, let's face it. Being fat frightens you as much as being thin."

"Hiei, you're trying to read me again," she said in reply. "You know that since I got to a normal weight I like to maintain it."

"Well, I still don't think you realize that as a superior species, us demons will be fit as long as we choose to be."

Tamara was honestly just worried about stretch marks at the moment, but that was besides the point. "So, what kind of war will we be getting dragged into?"

Hiei stopped mid-step, almost glaring at his mate and wife. "You mean the war I'm being dragged into."

"What?"

"I'm not letting you venture into a war."

She stopped, now over ten steps ahead. "What do you mean, Hiei?"

Hiei looked carefully at his lover. Gray, psychic eyes, caramel skin, black hair. Not to mention the fact that she was shorter than he was. That part was just great.

"I don't have time to babysit you." And it wasn't that. Tamara could take care of herself. But he would never love anyone else ever again. Tamara and the family he came home to was his everything.

"Stop worrying," she said, smiling softly. "You and I both know we need to work together on this. We can make it."

"Tamara, I'm not taking the risk of losing you again."

"Hiei." She stepped down to the same step he was on. "Hiei, baby, I think you're forgetting who we've got on our side."

"Alessa isn't going to protect you. That's not her job."

"Listen, Hiei, I'm going."

Hiei kept his vicious glare. "Why?"

She smirked at him. "That's what mates do, Hiei. We have to be there for each other."

He didn't reply, and his glare dissipated after a few moments.

"Now, it's time for some hardcore training."

Yuzuki stayed curled up in Kurama's side. Her face was flushed, and they both breathed heavily. The sun was coming up, causing the sweat on her skin to glisten.

His lightly tanned skin was beautiful. So was his toned body. And yet here he was, lying in her bed. Having continuous sex with her.

"Can we rest now?" she asked. "I think that the effects will not come back for a little while."

He only nodded in reply, emerald eyes blinking closed.

The both of them were exhausted. Surely they could get a little more rest now that the deed had been done.

So, Shuichi, how did it feel?

You already know.

Perhaps. But she should have a look at our true face, you know.

Outwardly, the redhead furrowed his brows. Our true face, the face of Yoko Kurama, is not the face she wants.

In time, she will learn to enjoy both, the human and the demon face.

Surely Yuzuki did realize that Kurama and the Yoko were the same person? That their souls had become one when the redhead had only been a teen?

Well, if not, she would soon find out.