Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Entrap Me ❯ Three: Seal It With A Kiss ( Chapter 3 )

A/n: Have a Happy Valentines Day---even if your alone.

Title: Entrap Me--Seal It With A Kiss
Author: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)
Archived: Currently on Fanfiction (dot) net and Mediaminer (dot) org
Summary: He’d been watching her since her arrival at Meiou High. She was a beautiful woman--a strong one. And the newest member of the Reikai Tantei. She shied away from any ‘real’ relationships, having felt the sting of unrequited love. Now, he’d tell her how he felt. Will she give him a chance? Or continue to shy away from any meaningful relationships?
Rating: T
Crossover: Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairings: Kagome/Kurama
Feedback: Preferred.
Beta’s: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho and make no profit from this fan fiction.
A/n: Okay everyone, this is a special Valentine’s Day special edition. I have two other ideas, but am not sure if I’ll post them. It really depends on how things go.

*Seal It With A Kiss*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Liquid Silk.

Her eyes were like twin pools of liquid silk. Beautiful. Twin pools of ever changing blue-gray eyes drew him in like a moth to flame.

Hook.

She smiled, he remembered it like it was yesterday. He had been on the receiving end of such a beautiful smile. It was so pure and full of good intention he had been for a moment shocked that someone like her could exist. The soft melodic voice caressed his body and sent shivers up and down his back, like someone had trailed a feather down his spine.

Line.

And then there was her. Not necessarily for how she looked--though that was a plus. But who she was, and who she wanted to be. She wasn’t perfect, but she was close to it. At least in his eyes. She was kind and caring, fiery and stubborn, smart and strong, determined and powerful, loyal and honorable. It didn’t even matter that sometimes she rushed head first into things, that sometimes she let her temper get the better of her. It didn’t even matter that she was a miko, and he himself a demon. All that mattered was who she was. An accepting woman, who often placed herself in danger for the sake of others. Who didn’t judge a person on anything else but who they were inside.

Sinker.

And just like that, before he knew it he was hooked. Hook, Line and Sinker. It happened so fast, so suddenly, he didn’t even know what hit him. It was everything about her, even her habit of nibbling softly on her lower lip when she was nervous or thinking. The way her eyes changed to each situation, each mood. It was even the way she and Yusuke would get into little ‘sparring’ matches.

Dear lord.

When had he become one of the ‘obsessed fans’ he tried so hard to avoid?

Not that he attempted to steal pieces of clothing from her or cut off a lock of her hair. He wasn’t that far gone---yet. Granted he did keep the red handkerchief he ‘found’ , she still didn’t know where it was to this day. Okay, so he did ‘borrow’ the handkerchief without asking or returning it, but he couldn’t help it. It just called out to him.

‘Take me, Take me!’

And he took it. It still lingered of her scent. A pleasant smell that was uniquely Kagome. Something he couldn’t quite describe, simply because there were no words that could match up to her scent. Except heavenly. Call him a sappy romantic, but he truly cared for her. And he knew that she cared for him, at least as a teammate, a friend even. But she had this habit of hers, that she couldn’t quite break. Calling everyone by their last names.

It was a defense mechanism of hers. To keep her from getting close to someone. First names were personal, Surnames however, kept things strictly ‘professional’. Kurama at first wondered if he’d done something to offend her, but then he’d heard her call Yusuke-Urameshi, Kazuma-Kuwabara (which everyone calls him anyway). Of course Hiei, she just called Hiei-if she called him by name at all, she didn’t know his last name, or even if he had a last name.

It was as if she was afraid of relationships.

Not romantic relationships necessarily.

But relationships period.

And no one had any idea why.

It was a closed subject with her.

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She was doing it again.

And it was driving him crazy.

Kurama, otherwise known as Shuuichi Minamino by his peers was being tortured. He clenched his fists as his eyes darkened with emotion. His eyes were focused on one thing--fellow class and team mate Kagome Higurashi. They were in math. Kagome, one of the only ‘sane’ girls who didn’t chase after Kurama was the object of his attention. She was sitting their so innocently, her head cocked slightly to the side, pencil held lightly in hand but what caught his attention was what she was doing with her mouth.

Kagome Higurashi was nibbling on her lower lip.

And it drove him crazy.

Kurama wanted nothing more then to kiss her senseless. Then hold her up against the wall and---

“Minamino-san?”

“Hai, Sensei?”

“Will you please answer the question.”

Kurama nearly blushed, he’d never before ‘daydreamed’ during a class. Well--that’s not completely true---he’d just never been caught until now. Kagome was going to be his undoing, not that it was a completely bad thing. He wanted her for more then just a quick ‘roll in the hay’ so to speak. He wanted her---

‘Mate.’

Huh?

‘ ;We want her as a mate,’ Yoko whispered in awe.

In all his years as a thief in the Makai, he’d never imagined he’d fall in love. Ever. None the less with a human---a miko. But if he’d have to imagine the perfect mate it would be her. For all her little quirks, her talents, for all that made Kagome up, including the imperfections. And for once in a while the two were in complete agreement with the other.

They’d have her.
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Math sucked.

It was the center of all evil--well maybe not all evil.

Today just wasn’t her day. Not only had she gotten up late, missed the bus, forgotten her math homework, and ran straight into a locker door (which was conveniently thrown open just as she came sprinting down the hall) but now she was stuck going through a bunch of equations that she just didn’t understand. All the numbers were making her head scream in protest. Yawning she hid it behind her hand politely--she’d been up all night finishing that damned math homework only to forget it.

Someone up there was laughing at her misfortune...

Probably Koenma.

But then again--if their roles were reversed.

She’d laugh at him too.

Though unlike Yusuke she wouldn’t purposely find someway to further torment the poor ruler. After all, as much as she detested Koenma’s horrible timing it wasn’t like he could control whenever some demon broke through the barrier or something---though he did have a tendency to leave key information out.

Nibbling on her lower lip she studied the equation on the bored. Although she scored a passing grade a C/B in math it did drag her grade point average down. She was so good in her other classes. But alas, one can’t be good at everything---well, with the exception of one person perhaps. Glancing over to the side of her she caught the eye of Shuuichi Minamino, a.k.a.--Kurama. Now he had his flaws though academically he was a genius. Physically he was flawless, Emotionally---well, she didn’t really know him all that well to be judging anything. Of course no one would ever expect ‘perfect’ Minamino-sempai to be anything other then a wonderful role-model, and all around nice-guy, to be what he was.

Just goes to prove---

Never judge a book by it’s cover.

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Exha ustion filled the Reikai Tantei as they made there way back to their homes. That had been the most tiring mission in a while. Not necessarily because the demons they’d fought were strong, but because they’d had hostages. Human hostages. Another demon determined on taking over the world-blah, blah, blah--same old, same old. Really, you’d think they’d come up with more creative approaches or ‘plots’. But when you add hostages the matter becomes much more delicate...

“Damnit Urameshi, you don’t stop in the middle of the crosswalk.” Kagome muttered rubbing her nose, from where she collided with his back. Yusuke didn’t even move. Glancing up at him then over at the other three guys staring at him curiously she gave him a ‘nudge’.

“What’s wrong?” Kagome asked.

No answer.

Following his line of sight, her gray-blue eyes narrowed and darkened to a stormy color in her anger. Over time she had come to care for her little ‘team’ no matter how much she pretended not to. But she made sure to keep her distance, it wouldn’t do for her to grow close to them, after all--if she grew close to them, there was always a chance she’d lose them. She didn’t want to go through that again. Narrowing her eyes at the chit Kagome grabbed Yusuke’s hand and dragged him across the street, intent on making the other cross walk and getting him out of there. Not even he deserved this---to be hurt like that little wretch hurt him.

It didn’t matter that she refused to get to ‘personal’ with them. She wasn’t deaf or blind. She saw the looks, heard the whispers of comfort, and saw the evidence of his pain. No one deserved what Yusuke had gone through at the hands of that Keiko girl. If Kagome weren’t Kagome she’d probably go and show that girl a lesson. Of course--if Keiko instigated a fight, Kagome would be more then happy to finish it. She dumped Yusuke because of who he was, and what he couldn’t change about himself. To do that to him, because he was part youkai, because of his need, his want to fight--to defend. It was despicable.

“Hey Yusuke.” Keiko said cautiously staring at her ex-boyfriend and the woman who was currently burning a hole in her head.

“Keiko.” His voice was dead. And it troubled her, she’d never heard him so down before. Granted he did just get dumped a few days ago, he always put on a tough guy facade.

“How are you?”

Kagome’s eyes narrowed at the audacity of this girl.

“He’s fine.” She said her voice a soft whisper on the wind as she stepped slightly in front of him, as if to shield him from her--the ‘enemy’.

“Why don’t you run back to your little boyfriend, I think he’s waiting for you.” Kagome spoke her voice quiet, edged with ice matching her glacier-like orbs.

Keiko hesitated for a moment before noticing the tightening around her mouth and the narrowing of those blue eyes full of icy fury. Turning she walked away to her new beau--Hojo. Gritting her teeth she grabbed Yusuke by his wrist and proceeded to drag his silent form back to his home. The other three exchanged odd looks. Kurama’s eyes followed the two, he couldn’t help being slightly jealous of the relationship they had. No they weren’t especially close, Kagome wouldn’t allow it, whenever they came close to breaking down her defenses her barriers rose again. But they had an understanding of each other,and were often found bantering playfully, sparring or challenging each other in some way or another. Much like Yusuke and Kuwabara used to be. Before Kuwabara began to dedicate most of his time to studies.

He wondered if perhaps Kagome felt something towards Yusuke. He certainly hoped not. Kurama sighed running a hand through his hair.

Why was it so hard to tell her how he felt?

To tell her...

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“ Urameshi.”

She had been calling his name for the past five minutes with no answer.

Finally losing her patience she pulled her hand back and slapped him.

He blinked.

“You know, Urameshi, It isn’t the end of the world.” Kagome said her voice oddly soft and empathic. “She wasn’t worthy of you.”

“And how would you know?” Yusuke spat bitterly. “She couldn’t stand me, because I fought, because of the missions, because I’m a demon.”

“If she really loved you, she wouldn’t have asked you to choose, to change. Fighting is in your nature, you can’t help what you are and you shouldn’t have to.”

“I don’t need your ‘comfort’. Don’t pretend you know how I feel.” He snarled his anger getting the better of him.

“I do. Let me tell you a story Urameshi.” Kagome paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I was at one time in ‘love’ with a hanyou. I would’ve done anything for him, including giving him up. I was the mirror image of his dead-love, who was resurrected, living off her hate. I know what it’s like to be rejected because I wasn’t good enough, because I’d forever be just a copy compared to the ‘original’. I tried changing myself, getting stronger, but still he looked right through me, led me on to believe he might have some feelings for me, but all he saw was her. So I let him go...”

“Believe it or not Yusuke, I know what it’s like to be rejected for what I am and for what I am not.” Kagome said softly thinking back to those times... ‘Nothing but a reincarnation...A copy, a replacement for the original. The better, more perfect version...’

Brown eyes clashed with stormy blue-gray.

“You called me Yusuke.”

“...I guess I did...”

She turned to leave his house, as she opened the door Kagome paused.

“She wasn’t worthy of your love Urameshi, you remember that. Perhaps someday you’ll find someone who is.”

And she was gone.

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Months had come and past and still he had yet to tell her how he felt about her. It wasn’t love per se. He didn’t know enough about her to say that yet, though he wanted to, he really wanted to. She in Yoko’s opinion made the perfect mate, if only she would open up to him. But even now she was hesitant. If there was one thing Minamino Shuuichi was it was observant. He watched her like a hawk, she always kept herself at a certain distance, being very careful not to grow attached to other’s, making sure they didn’t grow attached to her. It was disturbingly familiar to him, because he did it too.

It was Valentine’s day.

And he still didn’t have the guts to approach her.

At least not in the ‘romantic’ sense. She’d probably do what she’d been doing to the other males who approached her bearing gifts of candy, flowers or other such trinkets. Smile, thank them politely and let them down gently (while trying to return the gifts). It seemed that over a span of about six months at Meiou Kagome had got stuck with her own fan club, not that he could blame then---she had after all enraptured him.

He watched as another ‘suitor’ or rather the more appropriate term would be ‘unhealthily-obssessed-never-gonna-get-her-love-sick-puppy’. Kurama was beginning to think for the first time in--ever...he was in that same category. It was degrading. He had to do something. Otherwise he’d be just as pathetic as those girls that threw themselves at his feet, and the other males who threw themselves at her feet.

But what to do...

How to tell her how he felt?

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Tapping her foot impatiently, Kagome waited in the deeper more secluded area of the park, which had become their ‘meeting’ place when Koenma called them for missions. After all it was conveniently located between all of their houses an easy destination for all of them to gather without causing too much trouble for any of them. But this was plain ridiculous--she lived the farthest away from any of them and she was the only one there.

Not even Kurama was there.

Which brings us back to her main concern.

Where the hell was everyone?

“Kagome?”

Eh?

“Minam ino! Where’s everyone else?”

Kurama almost winced at the usage of his last name.

“They should’ve been here by now.” Kurama said lying through his teeth.

He didn’t want her to know he’d asked Yusuke to call Kagome to meet them at the park for a ‘mission’ when there wasn’t one. Although what he was about to do should’ve counted as one--his hardest yet. Taking a deep breath he gently grasped her hands in his own calloused hands, noting her puzzled expression.

“Kagome we need to talk.”

Uh-oh.

Conversations that started with ‘We need to talk’ couldn’t mean anything good for her. It was what people say when they want to ‘breakup’ or ‘just be friends’ meaning they’ll never talk again. Not that she and Minamino were in a ‘relationship’ per se, but they were team mates. They weren’t booting her from the team were they? She certainly hoped not. But if they were---he would be the best person to do the job. Worry filled her, though she tried her best not to let it show. If they were ‘letting her go’ she’d take it like a man.

Right.

“Kagome I--”

“Listen you,” Kagome began, her mind convincing herself they were kicking her off the team, “I don’t care what they told you to tell me, I carry just as much weight on the team as anyone else, so I may not be the best close range and offensive fighter, but I’m learning. And for that matter I---”

Kurama had no idea what she was going on about, he was to busy staring at her face. Her features were flushed in anger, her lips parted and moist from her tongue darting out to lick it and her eyes spitting fire. He twitched, a guy could only take so much...Snaking a hand behind her head he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over hers, cutting off whatever she was going to say next.

Shock couldn’t even begin to cover what she was feeling at that moment. She felt nothing but the warm lips bearing down on her, caressing her own. It was---nice, okay it was more then nice. Her world exploded with feeling. Out of reflex she tensed momentarily before succumbing to him. Her eye-lids fluttered closed and she gripped Kurama’s shirt tightly a soft moan escaping her lips inadvertently allowing him access to her sweet cavern. Snaking his tongue into her mouth he tilted her head back allowing him more access. Pressing her up against the tree she’d been leaning against he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other in her silky locks. Nipping gently at her lips, he soothed the bite with his tongue. Kagome shyly brushed her tongue against his making his eyes flash gold beneath hooded lids. It was only then they realized they were running out of oxygen.

Both parted, panting softly, breath fanning over each others face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.” Kurama said stroking her cheek.

“What?” Kagome asked out of breath from the sensuous attack.

“You have no idea...” Kurama paused stroking her cheek. “How you make me feel.”

Her chest tightened.

“Kurama...” Placing a finger over her lips to shush her, right now it was his time. If he waited any longer--he’d lose his nerve.

“I don’t know what make’s you afraid of committing yourself to any relationships, be they friendship or relationships. But I feel something for you, something I’ve never felt for anyone...” Kurama said taking a deeper breath. “I want to give us a chance.”

She felt as if the world came to a sudden halt.

“Minamino...Kurama...” Kagome corrected herself, after a declaration like that the least she could do. “I can’t. I just can’t...” She said making a move to turn away. But Kurama was determined.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything when we kissed.” He said his voice soft but demanding.

She glanced down at the ground not willing to admit how she felt when he kissed her. She couldn’t let the feelings, the relationships get in the way again. Her friends were dead, her love with Kikyo...If she just kept her distance she couldn’t be hurt again...right?

“Your only hurting yourself by pushing people away.” Kurama said softly as if sensing the direction of her thoughts.

“No. I’m protecting myself.” Kagome replied stubbornly. Gripping her chin gently he turned her so she looked him in the eye. Emerald and blue clashed, each equally determined to have their way.

“Tell me Kagome, when was the last time you smiled a true smile? When was the last time you let yourself be Kagome?” Kurama continued at her look. “Is it really worth it, lying to yourself, lying about what makes you, you--if you have no friends? No one to love, no one who loves you?

Kagome visibly flinched this time.

How did he always know what she was feeling?

“Give me a chance, Kagome---I promise not to leave you.”

Kagome glanced up at him, stormy blue eyes filmed over with tears.

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”

“I have no intention of breaking this promise.”

And he sealed it with a kiss.

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Unbeknow nst to the two were the others crouching behind a tree keeping an ‘eye on things’---in other words, spying. Yusuke and Kuwabara grinned stupidly watching the newly formed couple. Kagome had laced her arms around Kurama’s neck, one hand tangled in his hair and the other clutching the fabric at his shoulder. Yusuke’s eyes gleamed with a new light as he thought of what she said. Life will go on, here’s your chance at happiness Kagome---don’t let it pass you by.

Grinning at each other neither noticed the silent apparition rolling his eyes at the two boys doing a little jig, being sure not to make to much noise. (Not that the couple would’ve noticed they were to engrossed in each other.)

‘Idiots.’

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A/n: Well--I didn’t really know how to end it, but I hope you liked it.