InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Innovation of Light ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Shi-no-tenshi 
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inu or YuuYuu
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.08.2006 | Updated On: 05.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Work In Progress
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inu or YuuYuu
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.08.2006 | Updated On: 05.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Work In Progress
Innovation of Light
Warnings: language, fluff
a/n: Sorry for the wait, and thanks to all who have reviewed. And yes, KawaiiKoneko89, I have read Blood and Chocolate, a very good book, i recommend it. Amealia atwater's books are really good too. Had anyone read Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zeven? Good book...
A little note, this story is not going to be really long. 20 chapters at the most.
-Chapter three-
.:.Kagome's prov.:.
I woke the next morning to the loudness of my brothers video game and his shouts of joy at what i guessed was him winning the level. I groaned and buried my head deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the sounds of the world around me.
"Kagome! Come down for breakfast!"
My attempts proved to be futile. My mothers voice was loud and slightly demanding. I knew that if i wasn't down in ten minutes or less, she would send Souta up. He sounded as though he was hyped up in sugar, I really didn't want that kind of destruction in my room, or anywhere near me for that matter.
I sat up quickly, then had to stop for a moment. Getting up fast always made me dizzy. After it passed, a swing the covers off my legs and headed for the closet. It was a large, walk-in closet, poorly filled with my less-than-perfect attire. I headed to the back after flipping on the light and automatically grabbed a pare of black, baggy pants. I slipped out of my skirt--i had never changed out of my day clothes and into night clothes the other day--and yanked on the pants. I worked on removing my top as my eyes looked around the area, trying to spot a shirt.
I threw the shirt down and grabbed a plain, crimson red t-shirt. I pulled it on, it fit a little snug, but who cares? I found my black combat boots under a shelf and put them on. I finger combed my hair on my way out, trying to get it to lay flat. I walked up to the mirror, a small, oval frame-less mirror on my wall in-front of my bed. I looked like shit...ohh well. I grabbed a small braided silver chain and placed it around my neck. I blinked at my image. Good enough, i guessed.
For once, i didn't get lost on my way down. Maybe i was getting used to this big house? Hopefully, this place gave me the creeps and getting lost was not something i liked very much. And the eyes on my person didn't really help matters at all. Though knowing that they belonged to Youko helped some. I passed my brothers door, gave it too knocks and the door opened.
Souta looks nothing like me. He was tall for his age of ten, 5'3 and still growing. He had short dark chocolate brown hair compared to my own natural blue-black. His eyes were the same brown as his hair, almost black in color, where mine where icy blue. Being the same height as my younger brother was weird, i had always been short, got that from mom. But my looks, they were purely my dad's. I smiled at him.
"Mom wants us down for breakfast," i said.
He nodded, went back inside his room to save his game and joined me in the hall.
"Haven't seen much of you, what have you been doing up there all day?" He said after a while, his head nodding up towards the ceiling, indicating he was talking about my room.
I shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just reading."
He shuddered, shaking his head. "I don't see how that keeps you entertained, Sis. You know Dad would by you a computer or somethin."
I winced when he said called Kazoku 'dad'. I wounder if i will ever get used to that. I surely didn't see him as my father, and i don't think i ever will. When i first found out him and my mother where to be married the only thing he had said to me was he wasn't here to replace my dad. But to me, that's what he seemed to be doing. Every time i call him by his name he always stops me and says, "Please, call me dad.", that just serves to piss me off. I think he got the message, he doesn't say that anymore.
I just shrugged again, not saying anything.
We reached the kitchen a few minutes later, the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits hung heavy in the air. Mom was at the stove wearing a frilly pink apron, humming a tune that i was sure she made up. Kazoku was dressed in a business suit sitting at the island, reading the newspaper and sipping on a cup of black coffee, he didn't like sugar or cream. Weirdo.
I sat at the far end, where Souta sat beside Kazoku. Mom turned around with a pan in hand, her face set in a way-to-happy-this-early smile. She dished the bacon on the plate in the middle on the table. She smiled up at Souta as he eagerly grabbed at the food, her smile faltered slightly as she glanced my way. How encouraging.
"Dear, would it hurt you to try color?" she tsk'ed at me, already turning around to fix more food.
I looked down at my shirt. Was red not a color to her? I wisely kept my mouth shut, she wasn't one for a smart mouth, unfortunately, that's what i was known for. I kept in a sigh and grabbed a plate and some food. I ate quickly, i didn't want to be down here longer than need be. I wasn't a family person, i would be a much happier girl if i could be alone 99% of the time. My mother always did say i was weird.
I got up when i finished and sat my plate in the sink. Mom gave me a sideways look that said 'you better wash that or feel my wrath'. I bit my lip and washed the dish and spoon, dried them and put them up. As I walked passed mom I muttered a 'thank you' and made my way back up stairs.
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I gave a sigh of relief when i entered my room. It was times like these i hated my stomach for needing food. Maybe i could talk Kazoku to getting me a mini-fridge. Then i would never have to leave the room. I think we would all be happier that way. I always seem to dampen the mood somehow. I guess my hatred of family get-together's affected everyone. Go figure.
I had always had that 'gift', if you will. My emotions, feelings, etc. always have affected those around me. Or maybe it was like that with everyone. If you were sad, people around you go sad. Hn. Another thought for another day, i guess.
I sat down on my bed, not really tired anymore. I stayed there for a moment and then decided to make my bed, i didn't have anything better to do.
Making the bed took about seven minutes. Still bored. I walked to the book shelf. I had read everything already, what else was there? Maybe i should take Souta's advice and get a computer? I grumbled to myself and grabbed the closest book to my hand. Anita Blake, vampire hunter novel, good enough. I had read every book in the series, and owned every one too. No, i don't have an obsession with vampires, just a fascination with dark creatures, fiction or non. Vampires just happened to be my favorite.
I read a few pages, then closed the book. I already knew what happens..whats the point in reading it again? And where the hell was Youko?
A cool rushed over my skin and Youko was 'sitting' beside me. Speak of the devil. I didn't really feel like ignoring him this time.
"Where have you been?" i sounded glad to see him, even to myself. He grinned widely, i guessed he noticed it too.
"Miss me, ma petite?"
I snorted, "Have you been reading my books? French doesn't really suit you." I lied, it made him sound sexy when he threw in the accent.
He shrugged, "Yeah, the vampire hunter ones. I didn't know you read erotica." he laughed, his ears twitching.
My face raged in color. "Its not erotica!" I hissed at him.
He shook his head, "I beg to differ, my love. That one, Incubus Dreams i think it was called, is filled to the brink with sex scenes." he seemed amused.
I couldn't argue there, it was pretty sex filled. Damn him. "How did you even pick it up? I thought things just went through you."
He was grinning again, that look that screamed 'i know something you don't know', i hated it. "I have the power to make myself solid or not."
"But I threw a pillow at you!"
He shrugged and looked out the window. "I didn't want to be hit with it,"
Another point. Damnit. "Well, what else can you do?" I might as well get educated.
He taped a finger to his chin. "Hmm, well, i can do just about anything you can do. Though i cant eat or anything like that. Only people with spiritual powers can see me, like you. In a sense, I'm not really dead."
I was thoroughly confused, and it must have showed on my face. "Its kind of hard to explain, sorry."
"It's okay,"
It was quiet for a while, soon i heard Souta's games start up again. I sighed. I grabbed the book and put it back. I flopped back on the bed with groan. Youko's back was to me, i could see though him, how could he be solid? I sat up slightly and raised my hand. I swiped my hand across his back, it went right though but a strange feeling ran up my arm and though my body, mainly my lower abdomen. Youko gasped and turned around. I blushed, i didn't know touching him would cause that kind of reaction.
To bury my embarrassment, i asked a question. "I thought you said you could be solid. My hand went though you."
He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes shone with lust and hunger, directed at me. "It takes to much energy to be solid, i only turn if need be. And don't do that again, unless you want me to fuck you where you stand." my, he was blunt. I nodded, the blush still hovering over my cheeks.
The feeling was gone know, thank God. I don't think i could be in the same room with him and be aroused at the same time. He might have been a ghost but he was a damn fine ghost and sometimes hormones take over.
It was the weirdest feeling, lusting over something that was seemingly not there most of the time. A thrill rushed though me, interesting indeed.
There was a tension in the room now, not quite sexual and not quite..not sexual. I decided it needed to be stopped, what better way than a really stupid question?
"Can you fly?"
Youko slowly turned to look at me, the hunger was gone but the lust was still there, but he kept it well hidden. He rolled his eyes at my question, then turned around to ignore me. Wrong answer.
"Can you make yourself solid?" I had an idea.
He nodded, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
"Can you do it now, just so i know your not lying or anything."
He narrowed his eyes momentarily, i guess he didn't like being called a liar. He seemed to concentrate for a moment. His image shimmered and dim light formed around him. I couldn't see though him anymore. I sat up fully and poked his cheek, it didn't go through. He growled at me, i growled back. He looked surprised, i must have a good growl. Before he could say anything i grabbed a nearby pillow and plowed him in the face with it.
I chuckled darkly as he gave a surprised yip and fell back onto the bed. He didn't go though, God this fascinated me way to much.
He glared at me, and i just smirked at him. His hair was tousled, his white clothing slightly disarrayed from the fall. My God, but he looked delicious. I threw the pillow at him and watched as he batted it away as though it was a fly.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." I chuckled again and sat up against my headboard.
He grumbled at me, but sat up also, Indian style in-front on me. I snickered at his look. he glared again. The humph'ed and crossed his arms across his chest, causing his muscles to flex.
"What?"
I gestured to his hair, which was tangled over his ears and strayed around his face. He looked adorable, the pout really completed the look. He started to fiddle with it, trying to get it flat. He failed and i laughed again. I sat up and crawled toward him. I sat on my knees in-front of him and reached for his hair.
I set about untangling the way-to silky strands. How did he get it so soft? When his hair was strait, i found i didn't want to move away. I dropped my arms slowly, he reached up and grabbed them abruptly. I gasped, that feeling was back, seemingly stronger than the first. My eyes widened as he yanked my onto his lap. I blushed heavily, stilling. I have never been this close to a male, hell, I've never been this close to anyone. He hugged my body to his, and i could feel him completely.
He buried his head in my hair and sighed. He smelled of rain and chocolate, did the dead have a smell? I didn't know but i resisted the urge to mimic him and shove my head in his lovely hair. He smelled wonderful. I stilled again as he shifted, his hand cradling my head in his hands gently, as though i was made of glass. His head moved close to mine, his lips hovering over mine for a moment, then descending.
A shock ran though me, causing me to gasp. Youko took the opportunity and thrust his tongue in my mouth. I moaned before i could help it, and never once did it register in my mind that i was making-out with a ghost.
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T.B.C
Ha lf of you are most likely like 'WTF?' right? Explanations will come in the next chapter...maybe.
and for anyone who cares, "ma petite" means "my small one" in french.
.:edited:.
Warnings: language, fluff
a/n: Sorry for the wait, and thanks to all who have reviewed. And yes, KawaiiKoneko89, I have read Blood and Chocolate, a very good book, i recommend it. Amealia atwater's books are really good too. Had anyone read Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zeven? Good book...
A little note, this story is not going to be really long. 20 chapters at the most.
-Chapter three-
.:.Kagome's prov.:.
I woke the next morning to the loudness of my brothers video game and his shouts of joy at what i guessed was him winning the level. I groaned and buried my head deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the sounds of the world around me.
"Kagome! Come down for breakfast!"
My attempts proved to be futile. My mothers voice was loud and slightly demanding. I knew that if i wasn't down in ten minutes or less, she would send Souta up. He sounded as though he was hyped up in sugar, I really didn't want that kind of destruction in my room, or anywhere near me for that matter.
I sat up quickly, then had to stop for a moment. Getting up fast always made me dizzy. After it passed, a swing the covers off my legs and headed for the closet. It was a large, walk-in closet, poorly filled with my less-than-perfect attire. I headed to the back after flipping on the light and automatically grabbed a pare of black, baggy pants. I slipped out of my skirt--i had never changed out of my day clothes and into night clothes the other day--and yanked on the pants. I worked on removing my top as my eyes looked around the area, trying to spot a shirt.
I threw the shirt down and grabbed a plain, crimson red t-shirt. I pulled it on, it fit a little snug, but who cares? I found my black combat boots under a shelf and put them on. I finger combed my hair on my way out, trying to get it to lay flat. I walked up to the mirror, a small, oval frame-less mirror on my wall in-front of my bed. I looked like shit...ohh well. I grabbed a small braided silver chain and placed it around my neck. I blinked at my image. Good enough, i guessed.
For once, i didn't get lost on my way down. Maybe i was getting used to this big house? Hopefully, this place gave me the creeps and getting lost was not something i liked very much. And the eyes on my person didn't really help matters at all. Though knowing that they belonged to Youko helped some. I passed my brothers door, gave it too knocks and the door opened.
Souta looks nothing like me. He was tall for his age of ten, 5'3 and still growing. He had short dark chocolate brown hair compared to my own natural blue-black. His eyes were the same brown as his hair, almost black in color, where mine where icy blue. Being the same height as my younger brother was weird, i had always been short, got that from mom. But my looks, they were purely my dad's. I smiled at him.
"Mom wants us down for breakfast," i said.
He nodded, went back inside his room to save his game and joined me in the hall.
"Haven't seen much of you, what have you been doing up there all day?" He said after a while, his head nodding up towards the ceiling, indicating he was talking about my room.
I shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just reading."
He shuddered, shaking his head. "I don't see how that keeps you entertained, Sis. You know Dad would by you a computer or somethin."
I winced when he said called Kazoku 'dad'. I wounder if i will ever get used to that. I surely didn't see him as my father, and i don't think i ever will. When i first found out him and my mother where to be married the only thing he had said to me was he wasn't here to replace my dad. But to me, that's what he seemed to be doing. Every time i call him by his name he always stops me and says, "Please, call me dad.", that just serves to piss me off. I think he got the message, he doesn't say that anymore.
I just shrugged again, not saying anything.
We reached the kitchen a few minutes later, the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits hung heavy in the air. Mom was at the stove wearing a frilly pink apron, humming a tune that i was sure she made up. Kazoku was dressed in a business suit sitting at the island, reading the newspaper and sipping on a cup of black coffee, he didn't like sugar or cream. Weirdo.
I sat at the far end, where Souta sat beside Kazoku. Mom turned around with a pan in hand, her face set in a way-to-happy-this-early smile. She dished the bacon on the plate in the middle on the table. She smiled up at Souta as he eagerly grabbed at the food, her smile faltered slightly as she glanced my way. How encouraging.
"Dear, would it hurt you to try color?" she tsk'ed at me, already turning around to fix more food.
I looked down at my shirt. Was red not a color to her? I wisely kept my mouth shut, she wasn't one for a smart mouth, unfortunately, that's what i was known for. I kept in a sigh and grabbed a plate and some food. I ate quickly, i didn't want to be down here longer than need be. I wasn't a family person, i would be a much happier girl if i could be alone 99% of the time. My mother always did say i was weird.
I got up when i finished and sat my plate in the sink. Mom gave me a sideways look that said 'you better wash that or feel my wrath'. I bit my lip and washed the dish and spoon, dried them and put them up. As I walked passed mom I muttered a 'thank you' and made my way back up stairs.
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I gave a sigh of relief when i entered my room. It was times like these i hated my stomach for needing food. Maybe i could talk Kazoku to getting me a mini-fridge. Then i would never have to leave the room. I think we would all be happier that way. I always seem to dampen the mood somehow. I guess my hatred of family get-together's affected everyone. Go figure.
I had always had that 'gift', if you will. My emotions, feelings, etc. always have affected those around me. Or maybe it was like that with everyone. If you were sad, people around you go sad. Hn. Another thought for another day, i guess.
I sat down on my bed, not really tired anymore. I stayed there for a moment and then decided to make my bed, i didn't have anything better to do.
Making the bed took about seven minutes. Still bored. I walked to the book shelf. I had read everything already, what else was there? Maybe i should take Souta's advice and get a computer? I grumbled to myself and grabbed the closest book to my hand. Anita Blake, vampire hunter novel, good enough. I had read every book in the series, and owned every one too. No, i don't have an obsession with vampires, just a fascination with dark creatures, fiction or non. Vampires just happened to be my favorite.
I read a few pages, then closed the book. I already knew what happens..whats the point in reading it again? And where the hell was Youko?
A cool rushed over my skin and Youko was 'sitting' beside me. Speak of the devil. I didn't really feel like ignoring him this time.
"Where have you been?" i sounded glad to see him, even to myself. He grinned widely, i guessed he noticed it too.
"Miss me, ma petite?"
I snorted, "Have you been reading my books? French doesn't really suit you." I lied, it made him sound sexy when he threw in the accent.
He shrugged, "Yeah, the vampire hunter ones. I didn't know you read erotica." he laughed, his ears twitching.
My face raged in color. "Its not erotica!" I hissed at him.
He shook his head, "I beg to differ, my love. That one, Incubus Dreams i think it was called, is filled to the brink with sex scenes." he seemed amused.
I couldn't argue there, it was pretty sex filled. Damn him. "How did you even pick it up? I thought things just went through you."
He was grinning again, that look that screamed 'i know something you don't know', i hated it. "I have the power to make myself solid or not."
"But I threw a pillow at you!"
He shrugged and looked out the window. "I didn't want to be hit with it,"
Another point. Damnit. "Well, what else can you do?" I might as well get educated.
He taped a finger to his chin. "Hmm, well, i can do just about anything you can do. Though i cant eat or anything like that. Only people with spiritual powers can see me, like you. In a sense, I'm not really dead."
I was thoroughly confused, and it must have showed on my face. "Its kind of hard to explain, sorry."
"It's okay,"
It was quiet for a while, soon i heard Souta's games start up again. I sighed. I grabbed the book and put it back. I flopped back on the bed with groan. Youko's back was to me, i could see though him, how could he be solid? I sat up slightly and raised my hand. I swiped my hand across his back, it went right though but a strange feeling ran up my arm and though my body, mainly my lower abdomen. Youko gasped and turned around. I blushed, i didn't know touching him would cause that kind of reaction.
To bury my embarrassment, i asked a question. "I thought you said you could be solid. My hand went though you."
He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes shone with lust and hunger, directed at me. "It takes to much energy to be solid, i only turn if need be. And don't do that again, unless you want me to fuck you where you stand." my, he was blunt. I nodded, the blush still hovering over my cheeks.
The feeling was gone know, thank God. I don't think i could be in the same room with him and be aroused at the same time. He might have been a ghost but he was a damn fine ghost and sometimes hormones take over.
It was the weirdest feeling, lusting over something that was seemingly not there most of the time. A thrill rushed though me, interesting indeed.
There was a tension in the room now, not quite sexual and not quite..not sexual. I decided it needed to be stopped, what better way than a really stupid question?
"Can you fly?"
Youko slowly turned to look at me, the hunger was gone but the lust was still there, but he kept it well hidden. He rolled his eyes at my question, then turned around to ignore me. Wrong answer.
"Can you make yourself solid?" I had an idea.
He nodded, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
"Can you do it now, just so i know your not lying or anything."
He narrowed his eyes momentarily, i guess he didn't like being called a liar. He seemed to concentrate for a moment. His image shimmered and dim light formed around him. I couldn't see though him anymore. I sat up fully and poked his cheek, it didn't go through. He growled at me, i growled back. He looked surprised, i must have a good growl. Before he could say anything i grabbed a nearby pillow and plowed him in the face with it.
I chuckled darkly as he gave a surprised yip and fell back onto the bed. He didn't go though, God this fascinated me way to much.
He glared at me, and i just smirked at him. His hair was tousled, his white clothing slightly disarrayed from the fall. My God, but he looked delicious. I threw the pillow at him and watched as he batted it away as though it was a fly.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." I chuckled again and sat up against my headboard.
He grumbled at me, but sat up also, Indian style in-front on me. I snickered at his look. he glared again. The humph'ed and crossed his arms across his chest, causing his muscles to flex.
"What?"
I gestured to his hair, which was tangled over his ears and strayed around his face. He looked adorable, the pout really completed the look. He started to fiddle with it, trying to get it flat. He failed and i laughed again. I sat up and crawled toward him. I sat on my knees in-front of him and reached for his hair.
I set about untangling the way-to silky strands. How did he get it so soft? When his hair was strait, i found i didn't want to move away. I dropped my arms slowly, he reached up and grabbed them abruptly. I gasped, that feeling was back, seemingly stronger than the first. My eyes widened as he yanked my onto his lap. I blushed heavily, stilling. I have never been this close to a male, hell, I've never been this close to anyone. He hugged my body to his, and i could feel him completely.
He buried his head in my hair and sighed. He smelled of rain and chocolate, did the dead have a smell? I didn't know but i resisted the urge to mimic him and shove my head in his lovely hair. He smelled wonderful. I stilled again as he shifted, his hand cradling my head in his hands gently, as though i was made of glass. His head moved close to mine, his lips hovering over mine for a moment, then descending.
A shock ran though me, causing me to gasp. Youko took the opportunity and thrust his tongue in my mouth. I moaned before i could help it, and never once did it register in my mind that i was making-out with a ghost.
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T.B.C
Ha lf of you are most likely like 'WTF?' right? Explanations will come in the next chapter...maybe.
and for anyone who cares, "ma petite" means "my small one" in french.
.:edited:.