Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Love's True Light ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Authors note: (review replies are at the bottom!) I FINALLY HAVE A WORKING SCANNER!

I have posted several new drawings on deviantart; you can find the links on my profile page at the top. I hope that you all will like them, though I warn you, I’m not the best of artists.

Sorry for the long wait. School is just a pain in my ass, but soon I’ll have more time over the summer to write some more. Thank you for being so patient with me.

I also want to let you know that the name ‘Kurama’ will only be used when it is under his POV, and hardly is he addressed by that name when not by the SD gang. Kagome prefers the name Suuichi, because it is the name the he introduced himself with, and it was easier on Shiori if she used it. (Shiori is still having problems dealing with Kurama’s admittance, but she’s slowly getting used to it.)

Summary: Kagome and Kurama are in an arranged marriage formed by their fathers many years ago, thought Kurama has the right, being 18 years of age, to revoke the proposal, he does not. For some reason he becomes entranced by the newly turned 17 year old carefree, spitfire Kagome Higurashi.

Kagome and Kurama learn quickly of each other’s most kept secrets and fall fast in love. But when the every changing barrier finally breaks letting in a torrent of crazed Youkai, what will Kurama do when Kagome, his family, neighbors, and not to mention his 8 and a half month pregnant mother get caught in Koenma’s mess and are attacked in their own home.

Struggling to keep the group alive all the while helping Shiori with the birth of her child, Kagome and the rest of the group get stuck in a crumbling house in the master bedroom with a barrier surrounding them, their only protection to the Youkai trying to break in.
How will the couple work when the world is literally tearing them and itself apart?

This is only centered on the relationship of Kagome and Kurama there are no other relationships to be expanded upon. There will be hints of other relationships such as Yusuke and Keiko but don’t ask me to give you a lemon or anything from them I will not do it. This is Hard Core Kagome/Kurama!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kagome or any Yu Yu Hakusho Characters. I do however own Mauri, Karin and Kai. This goes for chapter 11 as well; I forgot to add it in.

Previously on Love’s True Light:
He closed the gap.

Kagome could hear the gasps from her table occupants for one moment before she couldn’t think anymore. Her heart could have stopped for all she knew, its existence lost in the fog of the kiss. She was vaguely aware that the strap on her right shoulder fell down the entire way, his hair brushing delicately against the exposed skin of her arms, and every tiny hair on her arms stretched as the skin bumped when she managed to shiver from the feel of his small caress with his thumb near her elbow. She couldn’t breathe or think as he pushed past her lips and teeth to engage in a one-sided battle of tongues. It took her another moment to gain her wit; this is exactly what he wanted, he wanted to win and dominate and like hell she was going to let him win.

She fought back as much as she could, but she soon learned that it was this reaction, as she twisted her tongue around his, that he was really wanted. What she thought was a pleasantly beautiful kiss before (mind you that her only kisses to compare with were to Inuyasha and one from Hojo; those as far as she could tell were not so great) had turned into a rather heated and passionate moment that completely blew her mind.

Her mind was once again lost in fog, searching frantically for a way back with her tongue, her grip on her cup tight.

When he pulled away, he could tell that the audience had gained one hell of a show. His cousins were stunned speechless, the three of them gapping wide as he turned to give a triumphant grin. “Who said I couldn’t kiss?” He glanced again at his victim as she continued to stare into space, barely able to breathe. He leaned in again, his lips next to her ear and whispered, “Don’t forget to breathe.” He gave a light chuckle and left to find his uncle.

Once she regained her breath, she cursed him for all she was worth. For one, he just gave her the best damn kiss of her life, and probably will be the best damn kiss for the rest of her life, and he had the nerve to walk away with a stupid grin on his extremely gorgeous face. “Damn him…” she cursed aloud.

“Was that really as good as it looked, cuz that was movie style hott with a large sprinkling of Venus!?” Mauri asked, leaning over the glass table, her drink forgotten from its seat on the thin arm of the patio chair.

“You make absolutely no sense Mauri.” Karin said, brushing her multicolored hair off her shoulders, while watching her younger cousin engage in a conversation with her father by the grill–what he did was impossible. How could he do that, he was virgin…right? Was their Intel that wrong?

Kagome noticed that the others were looking at her, possibly expecting her to debunk their theory, and as much as she wished she could… she couldn’t. Suuichi was the best damn kisser… possibly in the world (all of them)! She couldn’t form words if they didn’t involve some sort of curse attached to them along with Suuichi’s name, she just nodded, her lip still trembling slightly. Even the damn curse words came out stuttering.

“Damn….that bastard.” Mauri leaned back into her chair, knocking over her drink to the concrete floor. Nobody paid any attention to it, thankfully the cup was plastic. Everyone mulled over the fact that Suuichi not only just gave the best kiss, but showed them all up as well, for keeping Kagome preoccupied with it even well after he left. Had she not been sitting… well, she would have been a lovely heap of goop on the floor… possibly pudding (as Kai put it earlier).

“Damn it, and I have to compete with that…” Kai mumbled to himself, the straw of his drink lay forgotten near the corner of his lip, some of the red liquid dribbling from his chin. “What the hell is he on? I want some!” He added, wiping his chin with the back of his free hand.

The three of them spent the rest of their time stuck there, mulling over Suuichi and his complete control over women, no matter how resistant they could possibly be to his advances (not that Kagome was a good example of that said strong resistance, she was already, to lightly put it, head-over-heals).

Chapter 12:

Kurama left Kagome with his cousins to find his uncle. He had been on his way over to the older man when he caught wind of their conversation on a passing breeze. It was immediately decided that he could not let those words become a rumor, or worse, poison Kagome’s mind. He did not need to be thought of as the lover-who-could-not-perform. What would then become of his reputation, the one that he worked not-too-hard for?

He stepped into action quickly, stealing a kiss so great he had to say he really outdid himself. Kagome was so responsive, too responsive really for someone with little romantic experience, especially with a fox of his caliber.

Pulling way from her was extremely difficult. It took every ounce of his willpower alone not to pick her up and go somewhere…anywhere to finish what they were starting. However, he knew he could not defile her in such a way–yet. He was willing to make this arraignment stick, and work with it as best he could. He wanted to give Kagome the life she was dreaming about. That same dream that was ripped from her the moment that centipede bit into her side and freed the sacred jewel.

“Uncle,” Kurama acknowledged the older man by tapping him on the shoulder. “I was told you needed me for something.”

His uncle turned to him, the tongs shoved onto a tray sitting on a stool with other ingredients and tools he was using to cook the skewered pig with. He turned the pig so that it was lying with its back to the roaring fire before he addressed him completely, wiping his hands on his dirty apron.

“Yes, I need you and Kai, and some of the other boys, to carry the lawn chairs to the center of the patio.” He motioned the many white plastic patio chairs scattered across the backyard. “We need them to play a game of poker.”

“I don’t see why you cannot use the iron chairs that are already here.” Kurama brushed his fingers through his hair, watching as a couple of people jumped into the pool to his left.

“We would if it weren’t so many people playing.” He patted Kurama’s shoulder with semi-clean hands. “Besides, its twenty dollars starting, and everyone wants to rake in some extra cash.”

“If I do this for you, will you allow me to play?” Kurama asked, a coy eyebrow lifting slightly. “I would very much like to make some extra cash myself.”

“Only if you promise to take that beautiful fiancée of yours out for a wonderful night on the town,” The older man laughed loudly with a broad smile on his face.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else with my winnings.” Kurama joined in with a light chuckle then left to pick up his cousin and a few others.

It didn’t take him too long to get his cousin out of his seat. He only needed to show up, throw a lingering glance at Kagome, and Kai was all but jumping out of his chair when Kurama addressed him.

The others that joined in wrangling the lawn chairs were older men and in college, all of them partaking in the game. They made light conversation about nothing in particular as they collected the seats.

Kai however, decided that poker was going to take a back seat because he decided that a game of musical chairs was going to be rather fun. He somehow managed to get a few of the others into it (mainly because the guys helping had girlfriends in skimpy bikinis that they’d need to wrestle with to gain access to the oh-so coveted chair to continue the game). In all honesty, it sounded like fun, maybe he’d get Kagome to play.

The chairs were set up quickly for a game of ten people. Kurama’s uncle sighed, using a control that sat near him to pause the music.

“Only one game,” He glanced around at the participants. “You hear; one game. I want to play poker before this night is over.” He pressed play again on the control and all ten players circled the nine chairs, glaring over their shoulders at the person behind them.

Kagome poked Kurama’s back as they circled for the second time, laughing and dancing a bit to the song. Kurama laughed and captured the hand that was poking him, twirling her to the music as the continued around. The guests that were watching awed at how the two were acting, and then…the music cut.

Kagome and Kurama split quickly with a small push from one-another. Kurama had managed to push Kagome into a seat behind her, where as he had to jump over the chairs to beat the last player (a distant cousin of his that happened to be a football player for one the American college teams) to the chair, which he did.

Chairs were slowly being pulled away as players were eliminated. The last three players remaining were Kagome, Kurama and Mauri who was skipping happily. They circled the chairs for a long time, Kai watching them as Karin nursed a scrape he gained while fighting with her over a chair (which he lost, but she ended up loosing as well on the next round).

The music changed and everyone playing tensed, reaching for a seat as the tune shifted from pop to rock. They circled twice more before the music suddenly cut out, Mauri managed to take a seat immediately in the chair closest to her, however, they were all on that one side where Mauri now sat like a queen on her throne. “Good luck.” She laughed, twirling her hair.

Kagome and Kurama glanced at one another, and immediately sprinted for the chair, Kurama ran like any other human, but because he slowed down he crashed directly into Kagome, who then pushed him, mock growling which faded directly into a laugh as they continued to fight for the last remaining chair.

“Hey Suuichi, you better not loose to your girl! That’d be just horrible, man!” Kai shouted, raising his good arm.

“I’m in a, lose-lose, situation here.” Kurama shouted back as he pushed Kagome a bit farther from the chair.

Kagome growled. “Yea, and if I don’t get that chair…” She left the threat hanging open as she glared over him towards the chair that was getting farther from her.

“Or what, Kagome-chan?” Kurama laughed, spotting the pool behind her and grinned. “I hope that you can swim.”

“What?” Kagome’s eyes widened as Kurama gave a final hard push, but Kagome got a strong hold on his shirt, tugging him in with her.

They toppled into the deeper section of the pool, the cold water stealing the breath from their lungs. Kagome broke to the surface first, taking a deep breath as she pushed her hair from her face. “Suuichi, you jerk!”

Kurama didn’t resurface, but stayed below the water mentally grinning as he watched Kagome’s slender legs kick back and forth. He kicked off from the floor of the pool grabbing at her ankles and pulled down quickly.

Kagome gave a startled yelp as she was submerged again in the cold water. Below the surface, she opened her eyes and came face to face with Kurama. His hair lazily floated around him like a wreath of blood red flames.

He pulled her by the waist towards him, clutching her tightly before he used his free right hand to tilt her head before he kissed her.

It was the second time that he had kissed her that day, and he couldn’t get enough, especially when she was so surprised by it. He quickly decided to fashion it into a game, he would love to see what Kagome would come up with to steal a kiss from him. Kurama ended the kiss when she began to flail a bit in his arms. Using his strong legs, he pushed off the floor towards the surface, breaking through it for a gasp of air.

“I guess the two of you don’t want to play anymore?” Mauri laughed as the family circled the pool, mostly likely all of them witnessing the kiss.

Kagome blushed and swam behind Kurama’s back to hide from their stares. He glanced behind him to notice that her white dress was now transparent, showing her choice of swimsuit beneath.

Kurama merely laughed in response, and slowly swam over to the steps of the pool with Kagome clutching to his shoulders. “No, I don’t think we would.”
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Yusuke dodged Kuwabara’s fist, ducking under the swinging arm so he could have free access to his core. Swiftly he delivered several punches to his friend’s abdomen, throwing Kuwabara a few feet in the air backwards. Kuwabara didn’t get up.

“What!?” Yusuke blinked, straightening from his bent position. “Don’t tell me you’re done already!”

“Shut up, Urameshi,” Kuwabara croaked as he flopped onto his back again after a failed attempt to sit up. “I’m going to pound your face into the mud.”

“Yea right,” Yusuke laughed, turning to their two fellow companions. “Hey Hiei,” Hiei tore his glare from Kuwabara who had failed another attempt at standing. “Do you know where Kurama is? We haven’t seen him for that past few weeks.”

“He doesn’t share much with me about his personal life.” Hiei turned his back on them, his cape blowing in the wind. “You know,” Hiei turned his head a bit so he could see Kuwabara continue to struggle. “I wouldn’t pry if I were you into Kurama’s affairs. He may just kill you.”

Yusuke laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head with is right hand. “Yea, well, I’m just worried.”

“Detective, if there is one person that you don’t need to worry about, it’s Kurama.” Hiei didn’t wait to see if Yusuke was willing to respond, or if Botan, who was helping Kuwabara stand, wished to continue the conversation. He jumped onto the branch of a nearby tree and quickly disappeared from view.

Yusuke huffed and turned away from the way Hiei left. The lot they stood in was covered in filth and rotting food or other tossed garbage. Kuwabara was still sprawled in the remains of a gutted dumpster, Botan tugging on his arm as she tried to help him up.

“Still playing in the trash Kuwabara?” He laughed.

“Urameshi, once I get out of here, you’re dead!” Kuwabara yelled as he brushed aside the shell of a peeled banana from his clothing.

“Whatever just hurry up, Koenma wanted us for something.” Yusuke sighed as he cleaned his ear with the tip of his pinkie.

“What! Where’d the shrimp go!?”

“This mission is only for you and Yusuke, Kuwabara.” Botan tugged on his arm again with no result. “Hiei isn’t needed.”

“Then what the hell was he here for, the coward.”

“Maybe he just wanted to see your butt get kicked.” Yusuke laughed through his grinning teeth.

“That’s it Urameshi, prepare for a beating.” Kuwabara yelled, still stuck to the floor.

Yusuke ignored him, humming a bit to himself. “I’m just glad I don’t have to go to school. Keiko can’t possibly scold me if I’m out on a mission!” He grinned to himself, pleased that tomorrow he wouldn’t have to be in that wretched school

“Yusuke, I think he’s stuck with gum.” Botan laughed behind her hand.

Kuwabara’s curses couldn’t be heard over his two laughing friends. “Come on guys, get me out of here, it smells.”
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Kagome was pushed up against Suuichi, his chest hard against her cheek as they both tried to slow their breathing. “Are they–” Her words were muffled by his rough hand. Kagome blushed, able to feel parts of him that she otherwise would never have if they were within a normal proximity of one another. She squirmed a bit, trying to move into a more comfortable position away from him.

Suuichi leaned forward, his warm breath on her ear as he pinned her firmly to the back of the locker they were now stuck in. “Stop moving.” He whispered in a low, husky voice.

Kagome only nodded, praying to any of the Kami’s up above that his fan-girls would leave the corridor long enough so they could get out of the locker and run away; and curse it all, her foot was now itchy. She tried to maneuver her left to her right ankle, but a strong hand pushed it away immediately.

“A bit too close for comfort there,” Suuichi whispered, and in the dim light, Kagome saw where exactly her knee would have been if she kept moving. She blushed, realizing how close she was to hitting him in the groin.

“Sorry, my foot is really itchy.” She whispered back, trying as hard as she possibly could to move her foot to the desired spot without hitting or brushing up against anything that didn’t belong to her.

“Leave it, we’re off balance enough as it is.”

That was true, the space was cramped and both were using each other as support, Kagome’s back and Suuichi’s arms providing most of it as they leaned against the back of the locker. But her foot was too darn itchy to ignore, so she moved slowly, the bottom of her shoe slid across a loose paper and that was all it took to throw her off balance.

Her left leg slid hard in the opposite direction where she wanted it to go, nearly squatting as she fell. Suuichi immediately lifted her with is arms as best he could, but the papers that lined the bottom of the locker proved hard to keep balanced on and he too leaned to one side.

With his left arm holding onto Kagome’s waist, he pulled them up with his right that grabbed onto a bar at the top of the locker, pinning her again to the wall, only this time with his hips between her legs.

Both were blushing, but neither dared to move as the group of girls outside the locker door continued to shout for their Suuichi-sempai, or Suuichi-sama.

Kagome, now stuck on the tips of her toes, wrapped one leg around Suuichi’s calf for further support. He glanced down but didn’t say anything thankfully. The beating of her heart was too loud in her ears for her to have heard him anyway.

“How does this always happen to us?” She asked him as her heart beat slowed.

Suuichi didn’t answer, merely glancing behind him to see if his fan club was still around.

“I really hate Monday’s.” Kagome muttered. “They always know where you are.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if they had a copy of my schedule.” Suuichi replied, leaning off of Kagome and quickly turned his face away from her. “Next time, we meet at the gate of the school.”

“Are they gone?” She nodded in silent agreement.

“Yes, but they won’t be for long.” He opened the locker and jumped out, helping Kagome step down quietly. “Grab your stuff, and next time, clean your locker.”

“It wasn’t my fault that the last person to use the locker was a pig.” She huffed, grabbing her side-bag from the locker floor.

“Pig or not, it’s still a mess.” Suuichi said as he shouldered his own bag, looking down the hall for any signs of his fan club. “Let’s get out of here before they come back.”

Kagome nodded and followed Suuichi out the front doors quickly. They walked in silence toward Suuichi’s home, both glancing around for any signs of his followers.

Both jumped in alarm when Suuichi’s cell phone went off. He answered it as soon as it came out of his pant pocket, knowing full-well who was calling.

“Hello mother,” He spoke after taking a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine. Kagome? She’s right here beside me, would you like to speak to her? One moment then,” He sighed, looking over at Kagome.

Kagome blinked and raised an eyebrow when Suuichi pulled the small phone from his ear and handed it to her.

“She apparently wanted to speak to you.” He smiled when Kagome took the phone. “Something about groceries,” He raised an eyebrow in question, but didn’t voice anything further.

Kagome could only smile and laugh, placing the phone to her own ear. “Hello, Mrs. Minamino?”

“Ah, Kagome, thank goodness.” Kagome hid her smile behind her hand, and turned her back immediately to Suuichi and continued to walk down the street. She could hear Suuichi slow down his pace, but continued to trail behind her. “I’m going to need you and Suuichi to stop by the grocery store. I’m planning a special feast for the family, you are more than welcome to join.”

“That’s very sweet, Mrs.– ” Kagome turned immediately to Suuichi, motioning for him to hand her his notebook.

“Oh please dear, just Shiori is fine.” The older woman giggled over the phone, Kagome could only imagine what other name she’d rather be called. “I will need several things my dear, I hope you are ready to write them down. Oh–and don’t worry about the cost, my son should have enough to cover it from that dreadful poker game he played on the weekend.”

“I wasn’t worried, even the least bit.” Kagome readied the pen in her hand, it was still warm from being shoved in Suuichi’s pocket the entire day.

“I will need a large lamb shank, possibly seven pounds, I’m preparing a western feast you see, and–” The cell phone was immediately taken from her grasp by Suuichi’s long fingers.

“Suui–” Kagome questioned but stopped when he grabbed her hand and began to run down the street and around the corner.

“Sorry mother, but we’re going to have to call you back for the list.” He gave no more details and flipped the phone closed.

“What–Suuichi?” Kagome whined as he pulled her around another corner.

“Those girls from my fan club are following us.” He said simply, lifting her in his arms and jumping into the green foliage of an old tree just off the road. He shifted into a crouched position, seating Kagome between his knees, his back resting against the peeled trunk of the dying tree.

“I don’t think…” Kagome immediately shut up as he clamped a hand across her mouth, she forced down the urge to lick his hand, he wouldn’t react to it, she was sure of that.

The two watched a group of five girls dressed in black skirts rolled up well past mid-thigh dart past, their heels clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk. Some had their black jackets in their arms, their ribbons half undone around their collars and a few of the top buttons opened of their white shirts.

Suuichi breathed a large sigh of relief when they didn’t linger to stare up the tree. He removed his hand from her lips and jumped down without warning, to which Kagome had to swallow down a scream.

“Warn me when you do that next time.” Kagome moaned, a flat palm clutching her bosom over her frantic heart, when he put her down.

“Sorry, there was no time.” Suuichi apologized with a sad smile, brushing the back of his black school jacket.

“No, I didn’t mean about running from the fans,” Kagome moved behind him, using her own hand to quickly sweep the stray bark, dirt and twigs left. “I meant about the jump down, but warning me about them would be nice too.” She finished and stuck her hand into his pocket, completely ignoring any personal space he may have once had, and pulled out his cell phone.

She quickly redialed Shiori’s number and resumed the conversation, reassuring the woman that a demon had not tried to eat them in any way or form….that was unless you counted those fan girls as demons, then Suuichi would definitely be in trouble of being devoured.

Kagome finished writing the shopping list on Suuichi’s now creased notebook and quickly lead the way to the nearest supermarket.

“I hope you have enough money Suuichi,” Kagome laughed, glancing at the long list. “We’ve got a lot of things to buy.”

Suuichi glanced at the notebook and groaned. “Why do women always buy the heavy things all at once?”
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Kagome didn’t know what was taking him so long, she tapped her foot at the gate of the school as she checked her watch for the third time in the past minute. He was never late, never! It was starting to worry her. What if he was accosted by his fans again? What if there was a demon attack and he was injured? What if…what if…

She didn’t want to think of her last thought. He wouldn’t leave, right? They were under an arranged marriage, one that he obviously had no ties to since he was of legal age.

She didn’t know when she had become so use to him, but she had. Kagome didn’t want him to leave her alone; she did not want to be alone again. She’d been alone all her life. Inuyasha left her for another, Miroku (though it was a small crush) left her for Sango early on, and Kouga after a while finally kept his promise to Ayame, mating with her nearly a month before the final battle. That is before they all died and left her even more alone than before.

Nearly everywhere she looked, couples where forming. Her old friends were even starting to date. Eri and Hojo had hooked up (even he turned away from her), Ayumi was still as shy as ever, her crush didn’t seem to take notice of her (he was a rock band member that went to school with them here at St. Peter’s Academy) and Yuka was caught in her own love triangle.

Aside from this arranged marriage, Kagome had nothing. She was too afraid to open her heart again. Her only hope for happiness was with Suuichi, someone that understood her scarred heart enough and her past because it was similar to his own. She couldn’t leave him, hell, she wouldn’t dream of it.

She could grow to love him, just like she had grown to love Inuyasha (no matter how much of a brutish ass he was). Her mother always told her that she was a forgiving soul, and she knew that she could love him in time, but right now, she just didn’t know. She knew that whatever it was, she was going to try to keep him for the rest of her life, no matter how selfish it would seem. She was allowed to be selfish every now and again (she deserved it after all that she faced, and Suuichi was a wonderful prize indeed).

The gong of the clock as the time struck five in the afternoon echoed over the near empty school courtyard. She was about to put down her bag when the front doors of the school burst open.

Suuichi came running out, nearly passing her without a thought, but he quickly grabbed her hand and tore around the corner, making it to the end of the street in record time to duck into an alley way. He continued quickly, nearly speeding up faster than her limit to follow.

Before them lay a rather large and imposing brick wall, her muscles tightened, ready to halt before she crashed into it, but he wound his arms under her knees and back, and quickly had her off her feet and over the roadblock in a single leap. He didn’t place her down once he landed, just sped off and around another corner. It was another several leaps and bounds and hair-pin turns later that had her back on her feet and before the door of the Minamino Mansion.

He bent over, his red locks spilling over his shoulders as he took deep breaths. She didn’t question the rush to get home, she busied herself with straightening her lifted and wind tossed skirt before he could notice that her underwear was showing. It was when she looked up and noticed the angle he was bent at, that it really didn’t matter how fast she worked to tame the skirt, he’d seen if the glint in his eyes were any tell-tale sign. She was about to give him a rather nice red handprint to match his deep red hair when he stood up, his shoulders tense and the glint still present…and dare she think it, non-perverted.

His body language didn’t seem like that of any male that would gloat at seeing a school girl’s panties, but rather one of frustration and anger. She couldn’t place what it was that was bothering him, but she knew it had been for some time.

“I can’t take this anymore!” Suuichi growled out, tugging harshly at his red locks, pulling a few strands before his eyes with his long slim fingers. “What is it about this color that makes human women go crazy?”

“It’s a rather unique color here in Japan, especially since its natural.” Kagome replied, not liking where he was heading. It seemed that Suuichi needed to get away from the school for a bit.

“It’s becoming tiresome. I can’t even begin to count how many times some random girl has tried to pull my hair directly from the root.” He opened the door and didn’t bother to hold it open as he normally did for her. He took the steps two at a time; Kagome scrambled behind him after she kicked off her shoes and locked the door.

“Suuichi, wait up!” She called, as she reached the top of the stairs. Kagome immediately bypassed every room to his door. The mansion was rather empty with everyone away. Shiori was at a rather extensive doctor’s appointment today while the younger Suuichi was still in school where he would then transfer over to his soccer practice, and as usual, Suuichi’s father would be away till nightfall working. “Suuichi, you’re starting to freak me out.”

“Pass me that comb on my dresser please.” The bathroom door was half ajar. She could see Suuichi scrambling inside, gathering several thousand different things and piling them on the rather large white marble countertop.

Kagome placed her bag down next to his near the door, she saw that he somehow kicked his shoes off in the rush; they were separated by several feet in opposite directions. She grabbed the comb and picked up the shoe that was nearest to her, passing the comb through the open crack of the bathroom door without question before reaching the other shoe. She placed the pair in his closet, marveling at the large size, before she returned to the bathroom door, rapping on it lightly with her knuckles.

“Suuichi, what in the world are you doing?” She questioned, pushing the door lightly. What she saw when the door gave way rather easily was nothing less than surprising.

Suuichi was standing in nothing but his black school pants and socks, a white towel draped around his broad shoulders and in the process of putting on a pair of clear disposable gloves. On the marble counter top were a mess of combs, clips and packages of black hair dye, the instructions of use lay open propped on an empty box, the contents already splayed out on the crowded countertop along with the other boxes.

“What the hell!?” Kagome crossed the room in seconds, pulling the gloves from a startled Suuichi’s hands and blocked him from reaching the counter for another pair from the other gutted boxes of hair dye. “Are you crazy?”

“Just about.” He tried to side step her, reaching for the gloves again, but she pushed against his bare chest through it was ineffective since it only pinned her between the counter and her fiancé. “I’m tired of all the stares and love notes. Maybe if I looked remotely normal I’d be able to get some peace.”

“I don’t think dying your hair black will change anything.” Kagome blushed when he moved closer, the space between them slowly closing.

“Look at my hair, Kagome.” He dangled a lock of long blood red hair before her sapphire eyes, though it was his bare chest that kept her attention every time he breathed. “I stand out. At least with black hair, like every other Japanese person, I’d be able to blend in and escape detection for some time.”

“I thought Kitsune’s like the attention?” Kagome tried hard to pull her eyes away from his chest, but it was near impossible. She knew that he was muscular, but she never really paid attention to it when she dressed his wounds nearly a month and a half ago. Neither did she take time to notice how he looked at the pool party nearly two weeks earlier (even though he was wearing a white shirt most of the time, but he did end up falling in the pool no thanks to her with it on, and white shirts become transparent rather easily with help from water). It was now that their space was rather limited (and a bit of help from her jealous tendency towards his fan girls) that she noticed how defined the muscles were.

His abs were chiseled, clearly defining every abdominal muscle known to a humanoid figure, but not so overly shadowed so that it lost the slight feminine touch that he held (that drove the girls crazy) it was actually smooth, but the muscles beneath the skin were toned. His pectorals were solid and flat leading to broad shoulders that balanced his tapered square hips that were strongly accentuated with the swimmers ‘v’ cut on either side that disappeared into his onyx school pants that surprisingly were only held up by the gray belt (he must have unfastened them to pull his button-downed school shirt off).

Kagome was glad that her over grown bangs were able to hide the direction of her gaze from him. He probably thought that she had taken his words to heart–which she did.

She understood his pain. She was pinned after by several demons and humans in the feudal era. Many of the times she just wanted to return to being plain-old-Jane in the future with no prospects of a handsome future…well…she didn’t know about Suuichi at the time (she might have come home sooner if she did).

“If you’re set on doing this,” She lifted her eyes to meet his intense emerald stare. She smiled and pulled on the gloves she captured from him, securing them to her small hands with her extra hair ties. “At least let me make sure you do it right.”

He smiled, one that truly reached his eyes, and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head as he did so. She embraced him as well; glad that her blazing blush was hidden against the chest she had been staring at just moments before.
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OMG, Kurama’s gone insane!!! He’s dying his hair black!!!

This chapter was randomly inspired by Lilbang’s “Kurama Babe” on deviantart.

I was searching around deviantart aimlessly when I found the artwork. It completely inspired me. I forgot that in the manga, Kurama has black hair, not red. The red hair is solely a product of the anime (which I happen to love, but he would still look sexy with black hair).

I just thought: What if Kurama went crazy and dyed his hair black?

I had way too much fun with it. So yes, for the next few chapters he will be black-haired. I wonder what the gang is going to say.

What will his fan girls thing? Will it work?

....lets find out… in the next chapter!

Please review…

--Gothic Lust
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Review Replies: In order of the time I received your review

Kittyb78: I still can’t believe how fast you reviewed. I had just posted and, BOOM, you reviewed. It was odd, and completely amazing. I look forward to more reviews from you.

Hieikag: I seem to have a lot of female readers, but by far, you are one of the youngest, if not the youngest. I’ll soon have a tally up of the gender and age at the end of the story. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing.

Mia1837: I’m glad that you enjoy my story so much.

JessicaAnnCowley: Did I really out do myself? I’ll try to update on a regular basis, but no promises.

Kaori Minamino: Yes, Kurama is an evil bastard, that’s the point. He has to torture Kagome, or else the world will not revolve around the moon, or so he says. And the end to that fight scene wasn’t all that spectacular, but yes, the sequel (when I finish with this) will be an interesting read…things are going to get bumpy.

Cowgirlkitten2000: Don’t we all!?! Thank you so much for reviewing.

Mini Mashin: Kurama is a closet pervert and we all know it. Maybe I’ll have him sniff around Kagome’s room…I wonder what he’d find then? Oh, Kagome would be so embarrassed if he ever found that drawer!

Raine44354: Yes, oh yes it was!

Gracefulspider: Are spiders really graceful? Hm…I wonder if Naraku knows how to dance? That would be fun to see. I think I’m going to add a scene of Naraku dancing in my new-developing Kagome/Naraku fanfiction, “Baile de los Muertos.” If a spider can be graceful, why not the devil…right? Thanks so much for reading and reviewing.

Dark Inu Fan: The Japanese language is hard to overcome, many words don’t translate very well, and so I have to make due. So if I break some rule of thumb here or there, it shouldn’t really hurt, after-all, this is all for fun anyway. Oh, and that line “Kitsune’s don’t hoard, they collect” was not originally mine. I cannot remember where I read it, but I remember reading it somewhere on this site. Many things like that pass through many stories and get lost. So I officially say that I don’t own that line, no matter how much I like it. But I’m glad that you like it all the same. Karaoke is always fun, but Mauri will kick their ass!

CrowNoYami: I hope that this chapter answered you question, if not than I’ll just answer it now. They were wearing bathing suits because it was a pool party, even though Kurama didn’t particularly mention that fact, it was implied. Kagome understood what he meant, to some degree, and wore a swim suit under her white dress. I decided that such a perfect opportunity should not go to waste, and so, I pushed them in the pool. Life is fun, is it not? Happy Belated Birthday!

Loretta537: For my profile? I’m slowly in the process of editing that large waste-of-space. I’m trying to see if I can move my story ideas to another site where I could just link it to this profile for easy access. If not, the hide bio button is a nice thing to push. Thanks for the advice.

Arisa0: I hope that you liked this update.

IchikoKitsuneKoumori: Not called for, or was it? Hm… well, I personally love his choice, it will make him the center of attention for a long time, thus pushing Kagome’s attention to him in the process.

-Yuna’s Reincarnation-1: It took some time, but she eventually shook herself out of it, long enough to be pushed into a pool by him for another stolen kiss. Life is just grand, now she has to devise a way to get him back, I wonder what she’ll do!?

Yue no Rei: Yup, Mauri is a super-duper twit, but she’s one of the fun characters to write, because you’ll never know that she’ll do next.

Kagome-crossover: I think the only one that would serve any true purpose in my fanfiction would be “Chi-chan.” I like that it playfully degrades his masculinity and thus is forced to work to regain it by doing something ‘manly.’ Oh…I’m going to prod him with that sharp stick, oh yes…right on that open sore! Thanks for the suggestions.

Afrodity: Nah, Foxxy Love is just…too weird! They’d have to be seriously drunk to even think of that one. Fluffer Nutters…nope, it’s cute for a dog, but not for someone like Kurama, he doesn’t need the neighbors to stare at him, his red hair calls to them enough already.

Cosmic-lover: Thank you very much.

ShadowOfMyPast: I believe I already explained the reason why his eyes changed color in a previous reply to you, but I will post it again here for all to read:
Kurama’s eyes change color from green to yellow/gold because he is drawing upon the sealed blood of his demon heritage. Thought the souls have merged, the bodies have not, thus he can change at will, though the amount of time he spends in his demon form varies depending on his spiritual strength at the time of change. There are also partial ways that he can change, though he does have access to many things he once did not have in his human form from his demon one.
I hope that answers your question about the eye color thing. As for the two groups meeting, well, that won’t be for some time, though they may pass one another, I’m not so sure as how to deal with that right now. There are several scenarios running through my head for their first meeting.

Inu Demoness of the Darkness: Thanks.

Kurama’s Girl 1994: Thank you very much; you sure like the drama scenes with the intense descriptions. I think you are really going to like my story then.