InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Nightmare ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Yokuraromaru 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.16.2011 | Updated On: 02.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.16.2011 | Updated On: 02.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Beautiful Nightmare
I didn't expect to get so much publicity on the first chapter, thank you! Due to the many requests to continue this fic, I've decided that I will. I hope that you review when you're finished reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho
Chapter Two
Tears mixed with the running water as brown eyes endlessly leaked. Kagome had unknowingly given her virginity away in the midst of lust, thinking that it was all a dream. She had always thought that the act of losing her virginity would be filled with love and passion, not blind lust as she randomly handed it to a stranger. The said stranger didn't even have the decency to tell her his name!
What would her mother think of her? Would she accuse her of being a whore, or would she show empathy? Yeah right, she could hear her mother telling her that it was an honest mistake, and everyone sleeps with strangers that just so happened to be demons—what a joke!
Her sobs were overridden by the sound of the shower, hiding her despair from her family. She couldn't just move on and act like nothing happened last night—things weren't that simple. No, she would live every day, remembering her mistake.
As if she was watching a movie, visions of her previous night started to play through her head, and her body, like the traitor that it was, began to tingle from the delicious things that it had experienced. Her nipples grew tight, and she could feel lower areas grow hotter without the help of the shower water.
She began to sob harder, instantly blocking out her previous thoughts that caused her arousal. She most certainly didn't regret the feelings that she experienced, and if given the chance, she would probably do it again just to feel such sinfully wonderful things.
She shook her head, splashing water everywhere. No, she would not repeat her actions. She would not degrade herself to such low levels—she was better than that.
Hypothetically, though, if she did want to have intercourse with the demon again, it wouldn't happen. What are the chances that she would ever see him again? Zero to none, right? So she didn't have to worry about losing herself in those crimson eyes once more. She shuddered from remembering his otherworldly beauty and the things that he could do with his perfect mouth and other… appendages.
God, what had she become? Some random demon came along and showed her a good time, and now, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She closed her eyes in mental agony—she was acting like a whore, then again, who can blame her? She had always had this strange affinity for demons—so much that she was already biased against human males. Last night's events only spoiled her further with the demon kind. She highly doubted that a human male could match a demon's speed, stamina, and satisfaction in the bedroom. It came to no surprise that she would come to crave a demon's sexual touch—anyone would for the amount of pleasure that was involved. Maybe she wasn't a whore after all.
She hoped that her human memories would forget about the feelings from last night, just like they forgot about certain qualities that Inuyasha held. It would fade into the darkness, and she would be able to move on. Yeah, a little time was all she needed. However, until time took its toll, she would still crave the demon, and her foolishness of the previous night would still plague her.
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Kagome stared up at her ceiling, basking in the morning rays from her window that lit up her room, trying to keep a clear mind. It had been two weeks since her… nightly encounter. She had thought that time would help her forget about the things that had happened, and even though it was such a short time, she seemed to be more effected from that night than when it actually happened.
She found herself having withdrawals from the lack of the demon's touch, and she was pretty sure that it wasn't healthy. She would awaken every night in a cold sweat, panting because of the erotic things that she dreamed of. She would hear his silky, seductive voice speaking to her, telling her that she was wearing too many clothes. She would see his form walking up to her, and when she would reach out, he would disappear. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see those beautiful crimson eyes that would pierce through her soul. She didn't know how the demon bewitched her, but the spell needed to be broken, and time wasn't doing a darn thing.
Besides having a new obsession, she was doing fine—if you ignored the constant pull on her. It was hard to describe, but for about a week, she felt restless from staying in the house. It felt like an invisible string was tugging at her, willing her to go to an unknown source. She never followed the silent compulsion, but she knew that whatever was on the other end of the string didn't stay in one place. Some days it would be bearable, a silent hum in the background. Other days she felt like the string stretched across dimensions because it was so strong, practically screaming at her to follow it. Had she not felt so tired, she would have obeyed the compulsion. But seeing as she had been tired, it was easy to force her body to stay put.
Reluctantly, her chocolate pools drifted across her room, landing on the small piece of paper next to Inuyasha's hat. A humorless smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the sight. It was funny how a one night stand would cause enough problems to take up all of her mental space, forcing the dog demon out of her list of priorities.
Sluggishly, she lifted herself off of the bed, making her way to the desk. She picked up the address to Genkai's, pondering over if she should go see the old woman about her current demon issues since she supposedly knew about things that were not of this world. She closed her eyes, wondering if the old woman also knew the answers as to why she felt so awkward after her encounter.
The sensation of fingers ghosting across her skin caused her to shiver, giving her the answer that she sought—she needed to go to Genkai and find a way to track her mystery lover. This madness had gone on for way too long, or at least that is the excuse that she used to convince herself. Kagome would never admit it to herself, but she actually wanted to see her nightly visitor again.
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Something wasn't right—his dragon had been rather restless. Ever since he had left that woman two weeks ago—which he would prefer to forget—he'd been feeling… weird. His dragon had become known for shifting around on his arm at numerous points throughout the past couple of weeks, clearly irritated. Once again, it was shifting, and black energy crackled ominously below his bandages. He scowled at his arm, clenching his right fist as if to contain the spirit world beast. Maybe choosing a miko to bed wasn't the best of ideas—her energy must have tainted him in some way.
A hiss escaped from his lips as an unknown wave of emotion rushed him. That was also out of the norm for him—he never felt anything other than hatred and anger. For the past two weeks he had been overcome with the strange urge to… cry. Although his lacrimal glands didn't work, he still felt wetness sliding down his cheeks, and when he made a move to touch his face, he never found anything there. His chest would constrict, and his body would shake as if he was sobbing, but no sound would ever emerge. Whatever was going on with him, he didn't like it, and he would gladly choose death over the… emotional turmoil that he had been experiencing.
With all of these changes occurring within him, he didn't dare make an appearance in the populated areas of Mukuro's fortress. Luckily, Mukuro didn't question his absence, and when he did confront her, he simply told her that he needed some time. She had been all too willing to grant his request, much to his surprise. Currently, however, he was sitting here, in a dark room in the fortress, glaring at his bandaged arm.
Seemingly wanting to aggravate him further, the dragon on his arm shifted again, begging for him to comply with its demand. What its demand was, he didn't know, but it wasn't its usual thirst for blood. No, it wanted something different, something that he had no knowledge of.
As if answering his unasked question, the human woman that he had bedded appeared in front of him. Her skin was glowing, illuminating the dark room with a soft blue glow. Her chocolate eyes were bright, tilting upward at the corners as a result from her smile that exposed a perfect set of teeth. The dragon seemed to shift again in response to her, agitating him to no end. She used some form of witchery on him, causing him to be in his current state! He stood swiftly, sword drawn and pointed at her throat, hovering an inch away from her flawless skin. "What the hell did you do to me?" The little patience that he did contain had long ago left him.
A carefree laugh that sounded of bells came from her mouth, echoing throughout the room, encasing him in the warmth that it created. This was most certainly no laughing matter! How dare she mock him!
With pent up anger, he unleashed it tenfold on the woman's throat with his sword. He stopped mid-swing of his sixth attack, however, when her form dissipated in thin air. Dumbfounded, he blinked at the empty spot that she occupied only seconds before. After composing himself, a growl erupted from Hiei's lips. No one would dare to make a fool out of him!
He quickly sheathed his sword with expert precision while stalking through the dark room. He all but kicked the door down, narrowing his eyes at the impending light from the larger room. When his eyes adjusted to the light, they ghosted over the room, meeting the questioning stares from Mukuro's minions. Due to his foul mood, his energy engulfed him in a visible black flame, challenging those who were around him. He wanted somebody to say something to him or make the wrong move—it would give him all the more reason to kill them. Disappointed when nobody slipped up, he glared once more at the demons and continued on his path to Mukuro's chambers.
When he reached her door, he smashed it open, disregarding the rule to knock. Rules were meaningless to him, and they were meant to be broken, after all. Mukuro gazed at him with a hint of humor glinting in her blue eye. Hiei idly wondered how she can be so carefree and exposed around him, while in the presence of others, she kept her face covered. He never could understand the reason for her trust in him—he had never given her a reason to trust him—but he wouldn't betray her. Maybe she knew this. When the door behind him slammed, he came out of his thoughts, turning hard eyes to the female demon. "I'm taking an extended leave." Although she was his superior, he wasn't one for asking for things when he wanted something—he would demand whatever he wanted and wait for her to either approve or decline.
Her blue eye ran over his person, studying him. He was more tense than usual, and his crimson eyes seemed to glint with more malevolence. She could feel his dragon tugging at his bandages, causing black streaks of what looked to be electricity to occasionally show through. The very air around him was menacing, swirling in a dark aura. He needed to leave and take care of whatever was bugging him—if her second command couldn't function mentally, then he would compromise her operation. "Go."
That one syllable was all the approval that he needed. Without delay, he became nothing more than a blur as he left. That girl had better wish that luck was on her side today.
0-0
Green eyes stared at the female on the other side of the train, regarding her curiously. He was quite sure that she was a miko, but he also knew that mikos had been extinct for at least five hundred years. It didn't make sense to him. He turned his head when his rather loud mouth friend began to speak.
"Say, Kurama, do you feel that? I don't know how to explain it, but there is a weird energy coming from someone close. It isn't a bad weird, more like a good weird. I first noticed it at the train station," Kuwabara told his red-headed friend.
Kurama nodded in agreement. How could he not feel the energy? It was a good thing that Yoko wasn't close to the surface—he would have tried to… play with the female, to put it delicately. Knowing that his friend wouldn't be satisfied with his nonverbal answer, he decided to speak. "I've noticed. If you're curious, it's the energy of a miko," he answered in a much lower voice, silently reprimanding Kuwabara for how loud he was being.
"A miko, what's that?" Kuwabara whispered.
"Miko means priestess. They existed long ago, and they contained extraordinary spiritual powers."
"Much like me and my spirit energy?"
Kurama had to refrain from chuckling at his friend's question. "Not quite." When Kuwabara was about to ask more questions, Kurama cut him off. "Why don't we delay this conversation until a later time? This isn't the most appropriate place."
"You're telling me when we get to the old lady's," Kuwabara said, not wanting to drop the subject.
"Of course, but wouldn't you be too busy with Yukina?" Kurama asked, arching an eyebrow. He knew that by mentioning the ice demon's name, he would get Kuwabara off of his back for a while, leaving him to himself. When Kuwabara started to daydream, he turned his attention back to the miko.
Being in the same area with a miko fascinated him. Did she know that greatness that she held, or did her powers remain unknown to herself? Wanting to find an answer to his question, he unmasked his demon energy to see if she would notice.
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She was irritated, no, that would be an understatement. She was pissed and wanted to take her anger out on something, anything. What caused her sour mood? She didn't know, but then again, what did she know these days? Nothing made sense anymore—her emotions, her constant state of tiredness, and the compulsion. Speaking of the compulsion, whatever was at the other end of it was moving at a rapid speed. It seemed closer, but she decided to pay it no mind—she had other things to worry about.
She glared out the window of the train that she was currently on, envying the serene scenery that was passing by. Why did everything have to be so calm when she was in a continuous state of chaos? It wasn't fair! The low tingle of her miko powers interrupted her, playing under her skin, trying to alert her for something. She brushed it off, trying her best not snap at the other passengers. Of all of the days, why did she choose this day to go to the temple? Then again, she was in a positive mood before she left home.
As if it was mad at her for ignoring it, her miko powers surged painfully in her body, causing her to flinch and come back to reality. Finally, she took time to analyze why her powers were being such a pain—literally—and she gasped at her discovery. Someone on this train wasn't what they appeared to be. How she was so distracted to not notice the person before was beyond her, but she knew that if she was in the feudal era, she would have been dead by now.
Slightly shocked to find that demons were more common in her time than she thought, Kagome began to search the train for the person who had her energy going crazy. 'The old lady, no. The young woman and her child, no. The middle aged couple, no. The orange-haired guy and his red-headed girlfriend, no. Wait, is that red-head a guy or a girl…? Ugh, this is pointless!' She was upset because normally her energy would be able to pinpoint the exact location of the demon; however, this demon was smart, and they effectively hid their location, rendering the passive search with her miko powers useless. Everyone seemed to be human, further grating on her nerves by her lack of accomplishment. Maybe it was just a false alarm. She turned her eyes back to the window, dismissing the issue—it was only making her angrier.
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Kurama had to suppress a smirk when the miko looked around the train, giving him a more pointed look than the others, yet she remained oblivious that he was the demon. She had searched for the source of the energy, clearly answering his question—she knew about her abilities. Wanting to know just how skilled the miko was, Kurama subtly focused his energy, so that he can see and analyze her energy without her knowing that it was him.
A transparent light blue energy swirled around her, encasing her in a pure aura. It mesmerized him with its slow, wave-like motion that gently caressed the air. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the miko energy was trying to expand, wanting to locate him, but it was held at bay by the miko. The woman must have been really skilled to control her energy like that. Feeling that there was something more than the pure energy, Kurama concentrated harder, delving deeper in his investigation of her energy.
The energy gained more of a solid appearance, exposing a black energy within her blue. Unlike the pure vibe that the miko energy gave off, the black energy was dark and tainted. It didn't try to consume the miko energy, nor did it try to attack the woman. Instead, it blended with the pure energy, swirling in perfect harmony with it.
The black energy reminded Kurama of Hiei's—and no two energies were alike—but there was no possible way that it could belong to the fire demon. Hiei hated humans, and he wouldn't even come close enough to her to infuse her energy with his. Gently, he poked at the dark energy with his own, trying to obtain the signature to it. Surprised at his discovery, he lost his concentration, and his energy flooded the train cart. Noticing his mistake, he quickly gathered himself, pulling his energy under control.
"What was all of that about?" Kuwabara asked, being brought out of his lovesick stupor by Kurama's power surge.
Kurama stole another glance at the miko before turning to Kuwabara. "Nothing," he whispered, his voice lacking conviction.
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No more than three minutes passed when she felt a wave of demonic energy float through the cart that she was in, causing her to shudder. On the defense, her energy expanded, switching from passive to active, and chased the opposing energy back to its host. It was definitely not a false alarm! Her head snapped to the side, away from the window, once again browsing the train for the perpetrator. Just like the first time that she scanned the train, she found nothing—the demon had shielded itself again.
She resorted to using her energy actively to search out the demon, frowning when everyone on the train turned out to be human. Maybe it was someone from the outside—it had to be. Knowing that it would be too energy consuming to thoroughly scan for the demon, she turned back to the window, searching for hints of any disturbances outside with her eyes. When she found nothing, she sighed, it was pointless to continue trying.
Suddenly, the compulsion took on a higher level, clouding her mind and erasing all thoughts of a potential demon in the area. Whatever it was that was controlling it pulled at her, hard. She wanted to go home, no, she needed to go home. It took all of her willpower to ignore the urge, and she fidgeted in her seat while trying to fight it. She knew then that something wasn't right as the train raced toward Genkai's…
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Hiei climbed through the window, growling when he discovered that the girl wasn't there. He quickly scanned the house, finding everyone but her. She knew that he would come looking for her after she used her trickery on him, so she escaped!
His eyes landed on the twin sized bed that occupied the room, and his mind meandered. His body tightened at the memories of burying himself deep within the girl's slick folds, and he bit back a groan. He could vividly recall all of the enticing sounds that the girl made, and how she begged him for more.
After processing what just went through his mind, he scowled. This was where she had placed her spell on him. This place was foul and so was the owner. Pissed beyond control, he exploded. After unsheathing his katana, he began to destroy the small room, slashing at the bed, desk, lamp, and everything else in his path. Although it felt good to wreck her place of residence, it wasn't enough—he wanted to take his anger out on the girl. Hiei sheathed his sword and went for the window, planning to wait for her to return home. He took refuge in a large tree just outside the shrine, using the leaves and branches for cover since the sun was still up.
A few seconds passed, and he heard some voices from the inside of the shrine. From the sounds of it, the girl's family had gone into her room and discovered his destruction. Damn, he had made too much noise and alerted them. More eavesdropping soon revealed that they were going to call her and tell her not to come home because somebody was after her and that they were calling the police.
With a curse, he stood. If she wasn't going to come home, then he had no reason to stick around. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, though. He loved hunting—it was in his demon blood. He was a predator, and tracking his prey gave him a thrill like no other. Thinking about the screams that came from his victims after he found them caused him to tremble with anticipation. He would definitely enjoy this little game.
Chapter End
I know, this chapter wasn't as exciting as the first, but I would love if you review and tell me how you feel about it. I have the rest of the story planned out, and your reviews will help me get them typed up faster.
I didn't expect to get so much publicity on the first chapter, thank you! Due to the many requests to continue this fic, I've decided that I will. I hope that you review when you're finished reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho
Chapter Two
Tears mixed with the running water as brown eyes endlessly leaked. Kagome had unknowingly given her virginity away in the midst of lust, thinking that it was all a dream. She had always thought that the act of losing her virginity would be filled with love and passion, not blind lust as she randomly handed it to a stranger. The said stranger didn't even have the decency to tell her his name!
What would her mother think of her? Would she accuse her of being a whore, or would she show empathy? Yeah right, she could hear her mother telling her that it was an honest mistake, and everyone sleeps with strangers that just so happened to be demons—what a joke!
Her sobs were overridden by the sound of the shower, hiding her despair from her family. She couldn't just move on and act like nothing happened last night—things weren't that simple. No, she would live every day, remembering her mistake.
As if she was watching a movie, visions of her previous night started to play through her head, and her body, like the traitor that it was, began to tingle from the delicious things that it had experienced. Her nipples grew tight, and she could feel lower areas grow hotter without the help of the shower water.
She began to sob harder, instantly blocking out her previous thoughts that caused her arousal. She most certainly didn't regret the feelings that she experienced, and if given the chance, she would probably do it again just to feel such sinfully wonderful things.
She shook her head, splashing water everywhere. No, she would not repeat her actions. She would not degrade herself to such low levels—she was better than that.
Hypothetically, though, if she did want to have intercourse with the demon again, it wouldn't happen. What are the chances that she would ever see him again? Zero to none, right? So she didn't have to worry about losing herself in those crimson eyes once more. She shuddered from remembering his otherworldly beauty and the things that he could do with his perfect mouth and other… appendages.
God, what had she become? Some random demon came along and showed her a good time, and now, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She closed her eyes in mental agony—she was acting like a whore, then again, who can blame her? She had always had this strange affinity for demons—so much that she was already biased against human males. Last night's events only spoiled her further with the demon kind. She highly doubted that a human male could match a demon's speed, stamina, and satisfaction in the bedroom. It came to no surprise that she would come to crave a demon's sexual touch—anyone would for the amount of pleasure that was involved. Maybe she wasn't a whore after all.
She hoped that her human memories would forget about the feelings from last night, just like they forgot about certain qualities that Inuyasha held. It would fade into the darkness, and she would be able to move on. Yeah, a little time was all she needed. However, until time took its toll, she would still crave the demon, and her foolishness of the previous night would still plague her.
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Kagome stared up at her ceiling, basking in the morning rays from her window that lit up her room, trying to keep a clear mind. It had been two weeks since her… nightly encounter. She had thought that time would help her forget about the things that had happened, and even though it was such a short time, she seemed to be more effected from that night than when it actually happened.
She found herself having withdrawals from the lack of the demon's touch, and she was pretty sure that it wasn't healthy. She would awaken every night in a cold sweat, panting because of the erotic things that she dreamed of. She would hear his silky, seductive voice speaking to her, telling her that she was wearing too many clothes. She would see his form walking up to her, and when she would reach out, he would disappear. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see those beautiful crimson eyes that would pierce through her soul. She didn't know how the demon bewitched her, but the spell needed to be broken, and time wasn't doing a darn thing.
Besides having a new obsession, she was doing fine—if you ignored the constant pull on her. It was hard to describe, but for about a week, she felt restless from staying in the house. It felt like an invisible string was tugging at her, willing her to go to an unknown source. She never followed the silent compulsion, but she knew that whatever was on the other end of the string didn't stay in one place. Some days it would be bearable, a silent hum in the background. Other days she felt like the string stretched across dimensions because it was so strong, practically screaming at her to follow it. Had she not felt so tired, she would have obeyed the compulsion. But seeing as she had been tired, it was easy to force her body to stay put.
Reluctantly, her chocolate pools drifted across her room, landing on the small piece of paper next to Inuyasha's hat. A humorless smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the sight. It was funny how a one night stand would cause enough problems to take up all of her mental space, forcing the dog demon out of her list of priorities.
Sluggishly, she lifted herself off of the bed, making her way to the desk. She picked up the address to Genkai's, pondering over if she should go see the old woman about her current demon issues since she supposedly knew about things that were not of this world. She closed her eyes, wondering if the old woman also knew the answers as to why she felt so awkward after her encounter.
The sensation of fingers ghosting across her skin caused her to shiver, giving her the answer that she sought—she needed to go to Genkai and find a way to track her mystery lover. This madness had gone on for way too long, or at least that is the excuse that she used to convince herself. Kagome would never admit it to herself, but she actually wanted to see her nightly visitor again.
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Something wasn't right—his dragon had been rather restless. Ever since he had left that woman two weeks ago—which he would prefer to forget—he'd been feeling… weird. His dragon had become known for shifting around on his arm at numerous points throughout the past couple of weeks, clearly irritated. Once again, it was shifting, and black energy crackled ominously below his bandages. He scowled at his arm, clenching his right fist as if to contain the spirit world beast. Maybe choosing a miko to bed wasn't the best of ideas—her energy must have tainted him in some way.
A hiss escaped from his lips as an unknown wave of emotion rushed him. That was also out of the norm for him—he never felt anything other than hatred and anger. For the past two weeks he had been overcome with the strange urge to… cry. Although his lacrimal glands didn't work, he still felt wetness sliding down his cheeks, and when he made a move to touch his face, he never found anything there. His chest would constrict, and his body would shake as if he was sobbing, but no sound would ever emerge. Whatever was going on with him, he didn't like it, and he would gladly choose death over the… emotional turmoil that he had been experiencing.
With all of these changes occurring within him, he didn't dare make an appearance in the populated areas of Mukuro's fortress. Luckily, Mukuro didn't question his absence, and when he did confront her, he simply told her that he needed some time. She had been all too willing to grant his request, much to his surprise. Currently, however, he was sitting here, in a dark room in the fortress, glaring at his bandaged arm.
Seemingly wanting to aggravate him further, the dragon on his arm shifted again, begging for him to comply with its demand. What its demand was, he didn't know, but it wasn't its usual thirst for blood. No, it wanted something different, something that he had no knowledge of.
As if answering his unasked question, the human woman that he had bedded appeared in front of him. Her skin was glowing, illuminating the dark room with a soft blue glow. Her chocolate eyes were bright, tilting upward at the corners as a result from her smile that exposed a perfect set of teeth. The dragon seemed to shift again in response to her, agitating him to no end. She used some form of witchery on him, causing him to be in his current state! He stood swiftly, sword drawn and pointed at her throat, hovering an inch away from her flawless skin. "What the hell did you do to me?" The little patience that he did contain had long ago left him.
A carefree laugh that sounded of bells came from her mouth, echoing throughout the room, encasing him in the warmth that it created. This was most certainly no laughing matter! How dare she mock him!
With pent up anger, he unleashed it tenfold on the woman's throat with his sword. He stopped mid-swing of his sixth attack, however, when her form dissipated in thin air. Dumbfounded, he blinked at the empty spot that she occupied only seconds before. After composing himself, a growl erupted from Hiei's lips. No one would dare to make a fool out of him!
He quickly sheathed his sword with expert precision while stalking through the dark room. He all but kicked the door down, narrowing his eyes at the impending light from the larger room. When his eyes adjusted to the light, they ghosted over the room, meeting the questioning stares from Mukuro's minions. Due to his foul mood, his energy engulfed him in a visible black flame, challenging those who were around him. He wanted somebody to say something to him or make the wrong move—it would give him all the more reason to kill them. Disappointed when nobody slipped up, he glared once more at the demons and continued on his path to Mukuro's chambers.
When he reached her door, he smashed it open, disregarding the rule to knock. Rules were meaningless to him, and they were meant to be broken, after all. Mukuro gazed at him with a hint of humor glinting in her blue eye. Hiei idly wondered how she can be so carefree and exposed around him, while in the presence of others, she kept her face covered. He never could understand the reason for her trust in him—he had never given her a reason to trust him—but he wouldn't betray her. Maybe she knew this. When the door behind him slammed, he came out of his thoughts, turning hard eyes to the female demon. "I'm taking an extended leave." Although she was his superior, he wasn't one for asking for things when he wanted something—he would demand whatever he wanted and wait for her to either approve or decline.
Her blue eye ran over his person, studying him. He was more tense than usual, and his crimson eyes seemed to glint with more malevolence. She could feel his dragon tugging at his bandages, causing black streaks of what looked to be electricity to occasionally show through. The very air around him was menacing, swirling in a dark aura. He needed to leave and take care of whatever was bugging him—if her second command couldn't function mentally, then he would compromise her operation. "Go."
That one syllable was all the approval that he needed. Without delay, he became nothing more than a blur as he left. That girl had better wish that luck was on her side today.
0-0
Green eyes stared at the female on the other side of the train, regarding her curiously. He was quite sure that she was a miko, but he also knew that mikos had been extinct for at least five hundred years. It didn't make sense to him. He turned his head when his rather loud mouth friend began to speak.
"Say, Kurama, do you feel that? I don't know how to explain it, but there is a weird energy coming from someone close. It isn't a bad weird, more like a good weird. I first noticed it at the train station," Kuwabara told his red-headed friend.
Kurama nodded in agreement. How could he not feel the energy? It was a good thing that Yoko wasn't close to the surface—he would have tried to… play with the female, to put it delicately. Knowing that his friend wouldn't be satisfied with his nonverbal answer, he decided to speak. "I've noticed. If you're curious, it's the energy of a miko," he answered in a much lower voice, silently reprimanding Kuwabara for how loud he was being.
"A miko, what's that?" Kuwabara whispered.
"Miko means priestess. They existed long ago, and they contained extraordinary spiritual powers."
"Much like me and my spirit energy?"
Kurama had to refrain from chuckling at his friend's question. "Not quite." When Kuwabara was about to ask more questions, Kurama cut him off. "Why don't we delay this conversation until a later time? This isn't the most appropriate place."
"You're telling me when we get to the old lady's," Kuwabara said, not wanting to drop the subject.
"Of course, but wouldn't you be too busy with Yukina?" Kurama asked, arching an eyebrow. He knew that by mentioning the ice demon's name, he would get Kuwabara off of his back for a while, leaving him to himself. When Kuwabara started to daydream, he turned his attention back to the miko.
Being in the same area with a miko fascinated him. Did she know that greatness that she held, or did her powers remain unknown to herself? Wanting to find an answer to his question, he unmasked his demon energy to see if she would notice.
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She was irritated, no, that would be an understatement. She was pissed and wanted to take her anger out on something, anything. What caused her sour mood? She didn't know, but then again, what did she know these days? Nothing made sense anymore—her emotions, her constant state of tiredness, and the compulsion. Speaking of the compulsion, whatever was at the other end of it was moving at a rapid speed. It seemed closer, but she decided to pay it no mind—she had other things to worry about.
She glared out the window of the train that she was currently on, envying the serene scenery that was passing by. Why did everything have to be so calm when she was in a continuous state of chaos? It wasn't fair! The low tingle of her miko powers interrupted her, playing under her skin, trying to alert her for something. She brushed it off, trying her best not snap at the other passengers. Of all of the days, why did she choose this day to go to the temple? Then again, she was in a positive mood before she left home.
As if it was mad at her for ignoring it, her miko powers surged painfully in her body, causing her to flinch and come back to reality. Finally, she took time to analyze why her powers were being such a pain—literally—and she gasped at her discovery. Someone on this train wasn't what they appeared to be. How she was so distracted to not notice the person before was beyond her, but she knew that if she was in the feudal era, she would have been dead by now.
Slightly shocked to find that demons were more common in her time than she thought, Kagome began to search the train for the person who had her energy going crazy. 'The old lady, no. The young woman and her child, no. The middle aged couple, no. The orange-haired guy and his red-headed girlfriend, no. Wait, is that red-head a guy or a girl…? Ugh, this is pointless!' She was upset because normally her energy would be able to pinpoint the exact location of the demon; however, this demon was smart, and they effectively hid their location, rendering the passive search with her miko powers useless. Everyone seemed to be human, further grating on her nerves by her lack of accomplishment. Maybe it was just a false alarm. She turned her eyes back to the window, dismissing the issue—it was only making her angrier.
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Kurama had to suppress a smirk when the miko looked around the train, giving him a more pointed look than the others, yet she remained oblivious that he was the demon. She had searched for the source of the energy, clearly answering his question—she knew about her abilities. Wanting to know just how skilled the miko was, Kurama subtly focused his energy, so that he can see and analyze her energy without her knowing that it was him.
A transparent light blue energy swirled around her, encasing her in a pure aura. It mesmerized him with its slow, wave-like motion that gently caressed the air. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the miko energy was trying to expand, wanting to locate him, but it was held at bay by the miko. The woman must have been really skilled to control her energy like that. Feeling that there was something more than the pure energy, Kurama concentrated harder, delving deeper in his investigation of her energy.
The energy gained more of a solid appearance, exposing a black energy within her blue. Unlike the pure vibe that the miko energy gave off, the black energy was dark and tainted. It didn't try to consume the miko energy, nor did it try to attack the woman. Instead, it blended with the pure energy, swirling in perfect harmony with it.
The black energy reminded Kurama of Hiei's—and no two energies were alike—but there was no possible way that it could belong to the fire demon. Hiei hated humans, and he wouldn't even come close enough to her to infuse her energy with his. Gently, he poked at the dark energy with his own, trying to obtain the signature to it. Surprised at his discovery, he lost his concentration, and his energy flooded the train cart. Noticing his mistake, he quickly gathered himself, pulling his energy under control.
"What was all of that about?" Kuwabara asked, being brought out of his lovesick stupor by Kurama's power surge.
Kurama stole another glance at the miko before turning to Kuwabara. "Nothing," he whispered, his voice lacking conviction.
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No more than three minutes passed when she felt a wave of demonic energy float through the cart that she was in, causing her to shudder. On the defense, her energy expanded, switching from passive to active, and chased the opposing energy back to its host. It was definitely not a false alarm! Her head snapped to the side, away from the window, once again browsing the train for the perpetrator. Just like the first time that she scanned the train, she found nothing—the demon had shielded itself again.
She resorted to using her energy actively to search out the demon, frowning when everyone on the train turned out to be human. Maybe it was someone from the outside—it had to be. Knowing that it would be too energy consuming to thoroughly scan for the demon, she turned back to the window, searching for hints of any disturbances outside with her eyes. When she found nothing, she sighed, it was pointless to continue trying.
Suddenly, the compulsion took on a higher level, clouding her mind and erasing all thoughts of a potential demon in the area. Whatever it was that was controlling it pulled at her, hard. She wanted to go home, no, she needed to go home. It took all of her willpower to ignore the urge, and she fidgeted in her seat while trying to fight it. She knew then that something wasn't right as the train raced toward Genkai's…
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Hiei climbed through the window, growling when he discovered that the girl wasn't there. He quickly scanned the house, finding everyone but her. She knew that he would come looking for her after she used her trickery on him, so she escaped!
His eyes landed on the twin sized bed that occupied the room, and his mind meandered. His body tightened at the memories of burying himself deep within the girl's slick folds, and he bit back a groan. He could vividly recall all of the enticing sounds that the girl made, and how she begged him for more.
After processing what just went through his mind, he scowled. This was where she had placed her spell on him. This place was foul and so was the owner. Pissed beyond control, he exploded. After unsheathing his katana, he began to destroy the small room, slashing at the bed, desk, lamp, and everything else in his path. Although it felt good to wreck her place of residence, it wasn't enough—he wanted to take his anger out on the girl. Hiei sheathed his sword and went for the window, planning to wait for her to return home. He took refuge in a large tree just outside the shrine, using the leaves and branches for cover since the sun was still up.
A few seconds passed, and he heard some voices from the inside of the shrine. From the sounds of it, the girl's family had gone into her room and discovered his destruction. Damn, he had made too much noise and alerted them. More eavesdropping soon revealed that they were going to call her and tell her not to come home because somebody was after her and that they were calling the police.
With a curse, he stood. If she wasn't going to come home, then he had no reason to stick around. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, though. He loved hunting—it was in his demon blood. He was a predator, and tracking his prey gave him a thrill like no other. Thinking about the screams that came from his victims after he found them caused him to tremble with anticipation. He would definitely enjoy this little game.
Chapter End
I know, this chapter wasn't as exciting as the first, but I would love if you review and tell me how you feel about it. I have the rest of the story planned out, and your reviews will help me get them typed up faster.