InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Guessing Fairytails ❯ Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Completely PWP (really need to stop with these) cross-over, alternate pairing. Big suspension of disbelief is probably required.

I got a lot of laughs out of writing this, which was…probably not the reaction I should have had. Ahem. And can anyone guess the main fairytale I had in mind while writing this? I was inspired by it and this came to mind though it in no way follows that storyline. And can anyone guess who our main male lead is going to be? Big cookie for you if you guess it right. =D

In the meantime, have a little fun with this. I know I did!

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Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time

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Keiko was raised to be a good girl. A proper girl.

But now the good girl panted.

Now the good girl moaned.

Long brown hair streamed out around her, tangling with the wildflowers in bloom and the lush green grass carpet of the forest upon which she lay. Pale limbs twisted and she arched her back as another warm rush of pleasure surged through her undulating form. And she panted and moaned some more.

Forbidden fruit was sweet.

Especially when nobody knew.

That was even better; it was just her secret. No one knew this hidden streak of hers - not her friends, her family, or even Yusuke. Especially Yusuke, he who was just as he ever was, never picking up on any of her hints and leaving her to do all the work when she was just too reserved and shy to actually tell him or anyone outright what she really wanted.

She wanted to be chased.

She didn't want to be the one who always had to take the aggressive role in the relationship. She didn't want to be the one who was supposed to know everything about….well, everything. She didn't want to be the one who was supposed to be proper and follow all the rules - she wanted someone who could take her from all that.

And she'd never tell.

She'd never tell anyone about what about what she dreamed, about what she secretly desired. About what she did.

It would be too embarrassing if she were found out.

She wasn't supposed to know about these things. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying these things. She certainly wasn't supposed to be doing these things in the middle of the forest.

Even if she was only doing what she'd been told.

Sort of.

Her mother was bitten by the spring bug and wanted to pretty their restaurant by decorating all the tables for the customers. Free wildflowers were cheaper than florist flowers so Go pick some flowers her mother had said that early morning. And so she had gone to the closest forested area where she knew for certain that wildflowers grew, for she went there often and every year there they bloomed.

She had picked some flowers, inhaled their lovely and various scents, each one seeming more beautiful and sweeter smelling than the last. Their beauty never failed to awe her and being surrounded by them always made her feel like a princess that stepped foot into fairyland. She had gathered many, in a myriad of colors and shapes and sizes, and had placed them all neatly in the whicker basket she had carried.

Yes, Keiko was a good girl. She was only doing what she was told.

Even if she did stray a little from her path.

She moaned again, eyes staring up dreamily as one hand reached out to the bright blue sky, as if trying to grab hold of something for fear of losing herself within the whirling flush of pleasure. Her other hand, however, was a bit preoccupied. It was the one responsible for how she was feeling at that moment, poking and prodding her velvety warm and, now, very wet sex.

She gasped, eyes flying wide and back bowing sharply as her orgasm hit. Bare heels dug into grassy ground as her hips jerked into her hand and the whole of her trembled while her strangled cry rent the air. Panting as the last moment of her orgasm came to an end, she finally sighed in langerous contentment. Happy and lazy, she wished she could remain dreaming but reality always intruded and she knew her mother would be only one of those who would worry if she took much longer.

With another sigh, this time of regret, she removed the two fingers buried in her, even then, still throbbing sex. They came out slickly glistening and giving off a musky scent. Feeling wicked and naughty though there was no one to see, she inserted the drenched digits into her mouth and sucked them clean, all the while knowing from previous experience that even then those two fingers would still hold the scent of her for the next few hours after.

She rose and after rearranging her clothes to cover the red satin of her bra and panties - it would never do for a good girl to be seen wearing such a bold color in public after all - she dusted off the dirt and grass that clung to her and slipped her sandals back on her feet. A tiny smiled curled her lips as she looked around the wooded area, the basket of flowers on her arm.

“I'll be back,” she promised aloud before turning around to retrace her steps through the wild, leaving her secret spot behind.

She never noticed the glinting pair of eyes that had been watching her the entire time.

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“Yusuke, you idiot!”

Keiko was fine shouting it; she'd been muttering it under her breath all along until then as she walked with stormy steps. Now, in the woods, there wasn't anyone else to hear her vent her frustration as loudly as she wanted as she found herself returning to the same spot though much sooner than she had originally planned.

She scowled. Her earlier good mood had dissipated and with good reason too. As soon as she had gotten back to the Yukimura's ramen restaurant, she'd discovered the real reason why her mother had wanted to pretty the place up when she saw the mass number of her relatives practically spilling out the door. She would have turned back around and made a run for it if they hadn't noticed her first and dragged her into the mix.

Her mother was sneaky. She had to have known about the gathering beforehand but had kept it hushed up so that Keiko wouldn't have time to think up an excuse to be gone before the hoard descended.

Just when she was about to scream from having the same questions asked over and over by nosy grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins - What's your major again? College? Career plans? Marriage? Do you even have a boyfriend? - like an answer to her prayers, Yusuke had suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. No doubt he had stopped by to try and bum another free meal but, after taking one look at the chaotic scene and her desperate expression, he had whisked her away with the wildly untrue claim that she had already made prior plans with him. They were out the door and long gone before the rest of them had recovered from the shock.

Yusuke had rescued her.

Well, wasn't like he'd never rescued her before. But this time he'd actually rescued her from a non-life-threatening situation.

That was rare.

Very rare.

She was thinking better of him for saving her from the jaws of bordering insanity and being sucked into the nightmare of family reunion chaos. Maybe there was still a chance that he could be her Prince Charming, albeit without the white horse and possessing a more rough-hewn dirty-mouthed way.

It was Yusuke, after all.

A curl of warmth unfurled within her when he suggested that they catch an early weekend movie matinee to while away the time until it was late enough for her relatives to start trickling back to their own homes or wherever else they might be staying for the night. Glad for once that she didn't have to browbeat him into doing something with her and ecstatic over being temporarily free from familial insanity, she'd happily accepted.

She should have known that it wouldn't last.

Just when they'd been about to purchase their tickets, an ominous beeping had come from the vicinity of Yusuke's pants. She should have known then and there what would happen next. But when Yusuke had asked her to wait for him for a moment with that pleading expression that she'd always found hard to resist for long, she had wound up caving in to his plea and had watched in resignation as he disappeared around the corner while she waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

When her watch showed forty-seven minutes gone by with no sign of Yusuke, it was more than obvious that he wasn't coming back. No doubt another important mission from Reikai, who had reinstated him despite his newfound youkai heritage, had called him away to subdue some kind of urgent trouble. The world was in trouble - of course he had gone.

Without telling her.

Again.

Enough was enough! She just couldn't do this anymore, not when there was nothing to show for it besides frustration and more frustration.

She loved Yusuke despite all his annoying ways - she'd known him nearly forever, since they were kids - and she always would. But it was obvious that a boy/girl relationship just wasn't going to work out between them. Much as she tried to cling to the idea of it out of a sense of misguided loyalty or whatever, it was apparent that things had changed between them since he returned from Makai last year.

Or not changed.

Things really weren't that different since before he left for Makai towards the end of junior high. They hadn't kissed - aside from the two times she had kissed him and one of those were due to extenuating circumstances and didn't count - and they didn't even hold hands. They didn't do anything that boyfriends and girlfriends usually did together, they rarely even spent time together unless someone else they knew was tagging along.

One year past and nothing was different. They treated each other as they always had. They both avoided bringing up the casual proposal he'd tossed her before he'd left, as if it weren't right.

And maybe it wasn't.

Much as she had clung to the faint hope of it, the promise of that proposal had slowly lost its luster over the two years that had passed since Yusuke's departure. Despite her initial excited enthusiasm over his return and the end to her waiting, the return to the sameness in interaction between them through the course of the following year had just continued to erode the luster.

She didn't really want to admit it, had shied away from it these past months, but this latest debacle just cinched it. It wasn't going to work out between them.

It just didn't feel right anymore. Yusuke probably knew it too. But it was awkward and they'd both always been inept when it came to expressing themselves with the other when it came to certain things. It was a difficult subject to bring up so they'd both been avoiding it, as if putting it off longer would make it fade away or give them more time to own up to it.

But Keiko just couldn't hide from the truth anymore.

Disappointment, mostly towards herself, struck her hard at all the time wasted. However, it wasn't as painful an admission as she thought it'd be which probably only went to show that, while she did love Yusuke, she wasn't really in love with him anymore if she ever had been. It was the end of something and the beginning of something new.

Despite the slight ache the realization brought, it was never completely easy letting the past go, there was still something freeing about it as well. Feeling as if a huge weight she hadn't noticed was lifted off her chest, she breathed a little easier as her lips curled in a tiny smile.

Now she'd just have to find another Prince with the matching glass slipper to fit her Cinderella.

At that, Keiko sighed.

And then she froze.

With a nervous glance around she noted that while she had indeed stumbled across her usual spot in the woods, in her walking contemplation she had also passed it. She tried to shrug off her growing tension. The population in that particular forest was mainly squirrels and rabbits and wasn't given to very many tales of large wild animal sightings.

Still…that didn't mean there hadn't been any.

One.

Two.

Maybe more?

When she found herself fidgeting nervously with the hem of her long-sleeved blouse and darting anxious glances around, she forced herself to stop and chided herself for losing her cool and freaking herself out. One more bad thing to round out the day. Exasperated, she reassured herself that it wasn't barely even afternoon yet and there was still plenty of time to try and find her way back before it started getting dark.

That's right. Keiko was no fairytale damsel in distress. She was smart, at the top of her class. She could be her own prince.

Keiko would find her own way out!

Right after she figured out which way she should go…

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She was interesting to watch.

Gleaming eyes carefully watched from the concealing cover of natural foliage, studying the variety of expressions that ran across her pretty features one after another, displaying every emotion she felt so clearly. Such a range of them too: irritation, awe, wistfulness, anger, sadness, relief, disappointment, contentment, fear…

And passion.

That was especially intriguing.

Her arousal had drawn him, whetting his hungry curiosity when the scent of it had first carried to him on the breeze. His senses were keen and he easily followed the aromatic trail left on the air, an invitation he couldn't refuse. Several miles he had tracked, weaving images and dreams in his mind of what he'd find, his own hunger deepening with every step closer he took as the scent grew stronger and stronger until he finally reached the source of it all.

It was better than his dreams.

Much, much better.

Voluptuous body arched and straining on the grass, head thrown back and flushed with pleasure, and lusciously shimmering pink lips parted in passionate cries brought about by her own hand buried between her thighs…even now, the memory was a vivid image forever imprinted within his mind.

How could he forget?

It was then that he had decided that he would have her for himself.

And so he had watched her. Watched as she left, trailing undetected behind her all the while as he flared his nostrils, trying to keep the scent of her in his lungs for as long as possible. He recalled the vision she'd presented; she'd been humming with the basket of flowers swaying on her arm, the picture of innocence and foolishness. And she was innocent and foolish, despite what he'd been witness to prior. So unsuspecting and unaware of what her actions had tempted, of that dangerous hunger she'd awakened in the beast that stalked her still.

It would be extremely easy to catch her; the scent of her was imprinted on him and he'd never forget it. He could be miles away now but would still be able to see her almost as well as if he was standing next to her once her sweetness touched the air.

It didn't matter where she was, he'd always be able to find her.

And he would catch her.

She would be his prize. She would be his plaything for the day, and if she lasted through the night, he would take her back to where he made his home. And once there, who knew what would happen?

But he had to wait.

One hunger had reminded him of others. It was too soon, too risky to meet her and do all he wanted to do with the reassurance of full control. He wanted to make more of her than just a meal. So he had stopped on the edge of the woods when she slipped from the wild border that melded into civilization. And he would wait for her to come back.

He'd heard her promise she would, after all.

He'd taken the time immediately after he'd parted from her to hunt down another prey, satisfy another sort of hunger that was eating at him. The chase had been good, the kill had been quick, his stomach was full and he licked away the last traces of blood left on his lips.

Now, she was here again. Sooner than he had expected and he was glad for not having to wait longer to see her again.

And she still didn't know that he observed her. So many chances had passed where he could have burst from his cover and killed her…or just leapt upon her and taken her the way he wanted.

The way she would want.

He wanted that too.

Obsessive fire burned inside of him; he wanted it to burn inside of her too. Needy and hot and biting with vicious teeth that wouldn't let go, his eyes glowed dangerously as he planned how to make her feel the same edgy thrill that came over him whenever he thought of what he wanted to do to her, what he wanted her to do to him.

A particular image suddenly flashed across his mind. Pink lips glistening, sucking, wrapped around fingers drenched in dripping juices that he could clearly recall from where it came. Remembering, he licked his lips, tongue running over the sharp edge of his teeth as he calculatingly contemplated the source of the gnawing hunger inside him while his anticipation built.

Yes, she was interesting to watch.

Interesting to hunt.

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Keiko was feeling frustrated.

Two hours had passed. It felt like eons and she had the horrible, horrible feeling that each step she took was only getting her even more lost than she had been when she had first realized that nothing around her was familiar. That's probably what she got for wandering around daydreaming in a forest of vegetation without Kurama as a guide.

Forget Prince Charming. She didn't care anymore.

She just wanted to find the way home.

Figuring the chances of Yusuke coming to rescue her again twice in one day were about as likely as stumbling across the man of her dreams in the middle of the woods, she sighed. Then she froze when she heard a chilling sound that made every rumor she'd heard about vicious man-eating animals attacking in the forest came flooding back to her in a terrifying rush.

She didn't know much about animals, never even had a pet. She couldn't identify the animal that made that sound but she doubted it was a pet and, if it was, it wasn't one that she wanted to be around.

It sounded hungry. And vicious. And -

It came again.

What was it? A high cry? A growl? A snarl? Or -

Whatever! Why was she even trying to think about it? She didn't care! What did it matter what kind of a sound it was making or what kind of animal it was making it?

It was coming from close-by.

Too close.

Already too tense for her own good, a panic-stricken Keiko wondered what she should do. A violent rustling of brush somewhere nearby to her left decided it for her as she reacted and did the only sensible thing she could do.

She ran.

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Too easy.

It was always more fun when they ran.

He had her scent; she wouldn't escape. He allowed her a moment's head start, knowing she wouldn't get very far and, even if she did, he could still track her down. It was slightly harder, but he'd always loved a challenge and the chase would just make things more enjoyable.

For him, at least.

But he could make her enjoy it too.

He was sure of it.

The predator in him shrieked and strained against its restrictive leash, desiring the immediate satisfaction of chasing down and pouncing upon his prey. Tight muscles quivered in eager readiness as his patience stretched near to the breaking point and, yet, still he waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Suddenly he smirked, a quick flash of gleaming teeth as he burst from leafy foliage. He hit the ground with a hard thump and was off, her scent on the air like a golden arrow pointing down the path he should take. He needed no other incentive as the delicious sweetness of hers called to his blood, beckoning to him as he ran after her fleeing form.

It was time to hunt.

~ end chapter 1 ~