InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of the Night ❯ Night LIV: Realization ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Kurai Mori 
He was supposed to be the ex-thief, so how did she manage to steal something so heavily guarded?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.18.2008 | Updated On: 06.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
He was supposed to be the ex-thief, so how did she manage to steal something so heavily guarded?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.18.2008 | Updated On: 06.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Night LIV: Realization
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yuu Yuu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Warning(s): Light swearing.
Both were unacceptable. For very different reasons. Her sickness meant that he had to find something else to do during the nights. His caring of this fact said more about his feelings and his softening conscience than he wanted. The blame for that rested not only on her shoulders, but on the shoulders of the fox, detective and oaf. It did not sit well with him.
And it was as unacceptable as the actions he found he had no control over. While he could admit to wanting to feel her now only slightly calloused palms touching his skin, he wanted to keep the rest of her body as far away from his as possible. She had too many soft curves, too toned thighs, and fit too perfectly in his embrace for him to willingly subject himself to such torture. He learned his lesson the first time he held her in his arms. It was something he never wanted to go through again.
Yet, he found himself picking her up despite it all. His mind learned the lesson, but his body had yet to, it seemed. His hands found an easy purchase around her thighs and back, and even with how much he despised it, he savored the feel of her skin against his. She annoyed him given how even thoughts of her made him do things he never would.
"Hiei-san!" She squeaked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was as if she was afraid he would drop her as he jumped from branch to branch in Goshinboku.
Damn miko, he thought. He knew he could have avoided all of this had he just stayed away from her after figuring out what she was. But no, his curiosity kept him coming back. And even after his curiosity had been sated, he still came back each night like the puppy he claimed he was not. He had no reason as to why he did. Or rather, he did know, but he was not yet ready to admit it.
As he came to the branch next to her window, he chanced a look down at her in his arms. She had become the reason he kept coming back. Her laughter, her smiles, her idiocy, her acceptance, and the fire that danced in her blue eyes more often these days...
It were those strange, trusting, accepting eyes of midnight blue that haunted him wherever he went at all hours of the day. And it were those very eyes that he wanted to remove from her pretty little face.
He sneered, on the inside, as he realized her childish words had made their way into his vocabulary. He did not find things "pretty" nor did he call them as such. Hell forbid he ever slipped and said them aloud. None of his supposed friends would ever let him live it down.
And as usual, she was causing his thoughts to circulate around her. It was both aggravating and somehow welcome. She was the distraction he needed to ignore the humanity around him and keep from killing them all.
Sliding open her always-unlocked window, he entered her room. It was with more care than he intended that he placed her on her bed. That damn insufferable miko made it impossible for him to be intentionally cruel or mean to her. She was turning him softer than he had ever been.
"Hiei-san?" She spoke with a voice just barely above a whisper. "Why are we in my room?"
He made no sound or motion to reply as he moved to sit on her windowsill. "Foolish woman," he said after a long pause, "don't you realize you're getting sick? You're of no use to me or yourself sick, so get some rest."
Hiei could feel the weight of her stare on him for long seconds. No matter how dark it was or where they were, if she knew he was around, he was certain she could always find him with her strange eyes. At the moment, he knew she was looking for something hidden within his words or tone. He knew of her growing attachment to him; only a fool would be unable to see all the signs. And he knew she was looking for signs of mutual fondness in all he said and did.
It was ridiculous. She most likely knew it as well which would be why she tried her hardest to hide it as best she could. Only pathetic excuses for youkai like her Inuyasha or Kouga let fickle emotions like love rule their minds. Did humans like her even realize what kind of love they were feeling?
"All right, Hiei-san... I'm sorry for cutting into our training time with this." It was the resignation in her voice that had him feeling the slightest twinges of guilt. For what, he had no clue. There was simply something about her that could make him feel horrible about doing one little thing wrong.
It was for the best that he never revealed that one detail to her. No one, not even her, needed to know how big of a weakness she was becoming to him. While he may give the title of "friend" to and willing to be in the presence of the three buffoons he was on a team with, it did not mean she had earned such a right. Just because he told her his name meant nothing. Only that he got tired of listening to her rattle off all the different names she could come up for him. That was his story and he was sticking to it.
"Get some rest. It's not like you'd be making progress sick. The only thing you'd be accomplishing is proving to me the further stupidity of your species."
He relished the sound of her laugh. It was the first time he had heard something other than sniffling and coughing from her all night. "Of course. Doctor Hiei does know best!"
Her laughter grew louder as he glared at her for daring to call him something so ridiculous. His glare softened, however, when her laughter turned to hacking coughs that left her gasping for air. The pain of those coughs was clearly written on her face and caused guilt to eat away all the more at him. He had not felt anything resembling guilt for a long time, and even then it had been because of her.
She brought out far too many sides of him that he wanted to keep buried inside until the day he died. However, she managed to pull them all to the surface without doing anything special. Kagome was simply Kagome: a paradox of the strangest, and most idiotic, kind.
As she regained her breath, she smiled at him. It was astounding how she could be the one in pain and yet tried to reassure the one who had caused it. "Don't worry; it sounds a lot worse than it is. Only a cold that'll be gone soon."
Her words did little to reassure him, but he did not want her to know he was worried at all. She always seemed to have a knack for noticing how others were feeling, and he hated it.
"Go to sleep."
He heard the rustling of fabric and knew she was finally lying down and going to sleep like he told her. It spoke of how sick she was given that she did have a huge issue with being ordered around. It was just another thing he hated and admired about her.
"Good night, Hiei-san."
He did not respond, not wanting to encourage her to continue talking. Sure enough, within seconds, he could hear the sounds of her even, yet stuffy, breathing. Finally.
For a moment, he contemplated leaving, but dismissed the idea just as soon as it appeared in his mind. While he had something to do during the day, he had nowhere to go during the nights. That was one of the main reasons as to why he did not mind spending his nights meditating with her. However, it was quickly becoming moot.
When did it even get to such a point? He could not get his mind off her; he did not want to leave her shrine during the nights; and hell, he even got jealous over her. When did she begin stealing pieces of his heart?
She was not even a good thief. Yet she was managing to worm her way into something more heavily guarded than the vault in Reikai. For what had to be the millionth time since meeting her, he wished he had slit her throat when he had had the chance to instead of letting curiosity stay his hand. Then he would be problem-free.
Even though he had the perfect opportunity to kill her as she lay sleeping, oblivious to the very real threat he posed, he could not do it. Before, it had been curiosity staying his hand. Now, he had nothing and no one to blame but himself... And perhaps her.
Word count: 1625
Edited: 3 June 2010
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Yuu Yuu Hakusho. InuYasha belongs to Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz Media, ShoPro Entertainment, and Shounen; while Yuu Yuu Hakusho belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Viz Media, and Shounen. No profit or money of any kind is made from this fan-created crossover.
Warning(s): Light swearing.
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It was the sound of her poorly disguised sniffles and the heat that radiated from her body that alerted him to the fact that something was not right. He had grown accustomed to her normal body temperature and the sounds of her breathing for almost two months spent sitting with her each night in meditation, so he was surprised he had not realized it sooner. Her temperature was warm enough for even him to feel uncomfortable as the nights were, after all, warm as it was summer. She was getting sick from the lack of sleep during the nights and spending it out in such temperatures. Not only did he notice that fact, but he actually cared.Both were unacceptable. For very different reasons. Her sickness meant that he had to find something else to do during the nights. His caring of this fact said more about his feelings and his softening conscience than he wanted. The blame for that rested not only on her shoulders, but on the shoulders of the fox, detective and oaf. It did not sit well with him.
And it was as unacceptable as the actions he found he had no control over. While he could admit to wanting to feel her now only slightly calloused palms touching his skin, he wanted to keep the rest of her body as far away from his as possible. She had too many soft curves, too toned thighs, and fit too perfectly in his embrace for him to willingly subject himself to such torture. He learned his lesson the first time he held her in his arms. It was something he never wanted to go through again.
Yet, he found himself picking her up despite it all. His mind learned the lesson, but his body had yet to, it seemed. His hands found an easy purchase around her thighs and back, and even with how much he despised it, he savored the feel of her skin against his. She annoyed him given how even thoughts of her made him do things he never would.
"Hiei-san!" She squeaked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was as if she was afraid he would drop her as he jumped from branch to branch in Goshinboku.
Damn miko, he thought. He knew he could have avoided all of this had he just stayed away from her after figuring out what she was. But no, his curiosity kept him coming back. And even after his curiosity had been sated, he still came back each night like the puppy he claimed he was not. He had no reason as to why he did. Or rather, he did know, but he was not yet ready to admit it.
As he came to the branch next to her window, he chanced a look down at her in his arms. She had become the reason he kept coming back. Her laughter, her smiles, her idiocy, her acceptance, and the fire that danced in her blue eyes more often these days...
It were those strange, trusting, accepting eyes of midnight blue that haunted him wherever he went at all hours of the day. And it were those very eyes that he wanted to remove from her pretty little face.
He sneered, on the inside, as he realized her childish words had made their way into his vocabulary. He did not find things "pretty" nor did he call them as such. Hell forbid he ever slipped and said them aloud. None of his supposed friends would ever let him live it down.
And as usual, she was causing his thoughts to circulate around her. It was both aggravating and somehow welcome. She was the distraction he needed to ignore the humanity around him and keep from killing them all.
Sliding open her always-unlocked window, he entered her room. It was with more care than he intended that he placed her on her bed. That damn insufferable miko made it impossible for him to be intentionally cruel or mean to her. She was turning him softer than he had ever been.
"Hiei-san?" She spoke with a voice just barely above a whisper. "Why are we in my room?"
He made no sound or motion to reply as he moved to sit on her windowsill. "Foolish woman," he said after a long pause, "don't you realize you're getting sick? You're of no use to me or yourself sick, so get some rest."
Hiei could feel the weight of her stare on him for long seconds. No matter how dark it was or where they were, if she knew he was around, he was certain she could always find him with her strange eyes. At the moment, he knew she was looking for something hidden within his words or tone. He knew of her growing attachment to him; only a fool would be unable to see all the signs. And he knew she was looking for signs of mutual fondness in all he said and did.
It was ridiculous. She most likely knew it as well which would be why she tried her hardest to hide it as best she could. Only pathetic excuses for youkai like her Inuyasha or Kouga let fickle emotions like love rule their minds. Did humans like her even realize what kind of love they were feeling?
"All right, Hiei-san... I'm sorry for cutting into our training time with this." It was the resignation in her voice that had him feeling the slightest twinges of guilt. For what, he had no clue. There was simply something about her that could make him feel horrible about doing one little thing wrong.
It was for the best that he never revealed that one detail to her. No one, not even her, needed to know how big of a weakness she was becoming to him. While he may give the title of "friend" to and willing to be in the presence of the three buffoons he was on a team with, it did not mean she had earned such a right. Just because he told her his name meant nothing. Only that he got tired of listening to her rattle off all the different names she could come up for him. That was his story and he was sticking to it.
"Get some rest. It's not like you'd be making progress sick. The only thing you'd be accomplishing is proving to me the further stupidity of your species."
He relished the sound of her laugh. It was the first time he had heard something other than sniffling and coughing from her all night. "Of course. Doctor Hiei does know best!"
Her laughter grew louder as he glared at her for daring to call him something so ridiculous. His glare softened, however, when her laughter turned to hacking coughs that left her gasping for air. The pain of those coughs was clearly written on her face and caused guilt to eat away all the more at him. He had not felt anything resembling guilt for a long time, and even then it had been because of her.
She brought out far too many sides of him that he wanted to keep buried inside until the day he died. However, she managed to pull them all to the surface without doing anything special. Kagome was simply Kagome: a paradox of the strangest, and most idiotic, kind.
As she regained her breath, she smiled at him. It was astounding how she could be the one in pain and yet tried to reassure the one who had caused it. "Don't worry; it sounds a lot worse than it is. Only a cold that'll be gone soon."
Her words did little to reassure him, but he did not want her to know he was worried at all. She always seemed to have a knack for noticing how others were feeling, and he hated it.
"Go to sleep."
He heard the rustling of fabric and knew she was finally lying down and going to sleep like he told her. It spoke of how sick she was given that she did have a huge issue with being ordered around. It was just another thing he hated and admired about her.
"Good night, Hiei-san."
He did not respond, not wanting to encourage her to continue talking. Sure enough, within seconds, he could hear the sounds of her even, yet stuffy, breathing. Finally.
For a moment, he contemplated leaving, but dismissed the idea just as soon as it appeared in his mind. While he had something to do during the day, he had nowhere to go during the nights. That was one of the main reasons as to why he did not mind spending his nights meditating with her. However, it was quickly becoming moot.
When did it even get to such a point? He could not get his mind off her; he did not want to leave her shrine during the nights; and hell, he even got jealous over her. When did she begin stealing pieces of his heart?
She was not even a good thief. Yet she was managing to worm her way into something more heavily guarded than the vault in Reikai. For what had to be the millionth time since meeting her, he wished he had slit her throat when he had had the chance to instead of letting curiosity stay his hand. Then he would be problem-free.
Even though he had the perfect opportunity to kill her as she lay sleeping, oblivious to the very real threat he posed, he could not do it. Before, it had been curiosity staying his hand. Now, he had nothing and no one to blame but himself... And perhaps her.
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A version of this chapter was posted to the livejournal community 30_Nights for their theme #006: Stolen heart.Word count: 1625
Edited: 3 June 2010