InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of the Night ❯ Night CII: To the Edge of Hope ( Chapter 20 )
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By: Kurai Mori 
While he knew only how to take, she was teaching him how to give.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.04.2009 | Updated On: 06.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
While he knew only how to take, she was teaching him how to give.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.04.2009 | Updated On: 06.03.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Night CII: To the Edge of Hope
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): Implied sexual situation; Angst-y tone.
That was one thing he loved most about Kagome. She was not normal, and she did not try to hide that fact. A miko was a miko; she could not deny it even if she tried. Miko would always stand out and above the humans around them because of their hama no reiryoku, and that was not a biased opinion based on his feelings for her, unlike those he associated with who tried to deny or hide their less-than-normal and non-human characteristics. It was just another thing in the ever growing list of what he found attractive about her. Those two weeks he had spent away from her had allowed him to admit to himself that he had "soft" feelings toward her and that they grew with each night. He may lie from time-to-time to achieve his ends, but he never lied to himself.
And, at the moment, he could admit to himself that he was both thinking and not thinking when he implemented a new training plan with her.
She had progressed nicely without his help in her meditation and exercising control over her hama no reiryoku, but it was completely moot if she could not pass the test of battle. He was expecting nothing physical from her--well, not entirely--only her ability to bring out her power to protect herself and keep it up under the many pressures of attack. Yet he forgot just how much physical endurance it took to keep pushing out energy for as long and as hard as he had been pushing her in the nights since his return. She learned quickly though, in his defense.
With each stroke of his blade, he watched as her breathing became a little more erratic. Sweat covered her quaking limbs and he found himself captivated by the way her school uniform clung to her. He had never found her physically attractive before--unlike others, he had no desire for a trophy lover--but her personality and determination were making it difficult for him to ignore both her attraction to him and his newly admitted to one for her. And he suddenly could not remember all his reasons as to why he stopped at kisses and teasing caresses.
If he was not already resigned to the facts, he would have been utterly appalled that a clumsy slip of a woman could captivate him so.
And he blamed it all on the way those midnight blue eyes of hers were burning brighter than the flames he controlled.
One final downward slash of his blade shattered the resistance of her barrier. She no longer had the energy to keep standing, and with a heavy sigh her legs crumpled beneath her. He managed to still the continued stroke of his sword before it could slice into her skin, a feat achievable only from his many years of training. Her untainted blood would not be staining his sword ever again, he was certain of that. Yet he was captivated by the way she wore her exhaustion, and he could not find the strength to pull his sword back.
Her chest rose and fell in time with her harsh breaths; it was easy to tell she was trying to find the strength to get her breathing under control. She noticed the sword still poised to strike her down, and she had to know how easily he could. When she looked up at him with those unearthly eyes of midnight sky, he found only curiosity there, but not fear. It was sad how a human could look at him without trepidation, but with a trust that knew he would not hurt her. She was such a foolish woman to believe such things of he, even if she was correct.
His sword fell to the ground beside her as the only sound in the quiet night. He discarded it for something more because there was only so much a weapon could give.
"Hiei? What... What are you doing?"
"For once... Shut up."
He pulled her to her feet and crushed her body to his as he slanted his mouth against hers. So many nights he had remembered the feeling of her lips against his, so many nights he had stolen kisses but never like he was now. Her lips were soft against his as he pushed all his longing and need onto her. She had kissed him in much a similar fashion weeks ago, but he had not been ready for anything it had meant. But now... Now he was ready for all she had to offer and give. And she offered no resistance as she had been waiting for this for so long as well.
He was always amazed and appalled by the way she could give so freely of everything. He, being the thief he was, could not help but take all she gave. Her trust, her loyalty, her kindness, her heart, her body... Who was he to say "No," especially when he could not deny how much he wanted it. Not just her body either, but her. He was a selfish bastard and would be the first to admit it, and so he wanted to ruin her.
Not in any abusive way--while he was selfish, he would never let himself stoop that low--but in the way that left his mark on her forever. The way that burned his memory and ways onto her mind so she would be forced to see him in everyone she passed by. The way that left his caresses imprinted underneath the surface of her skin, branded forever by his searing fingertips. And the way that would leave his scent clinging to her hair and clothes even after eternity, mixing with her own of sandalwood and aloe.
It was in the way a man could fill up a woman to the brim, leaving her unable to forget or move on or try to love another because he would be there in everything making her unable to escape. It was the way that made her his forever, even if he found himself unwanting of that promise later. He was that selfish, and she was that giving. Even though he had hopes that later would not come soon or ever.
Given that she was so close in height to him, and so light, he easily picked her up. Even though they both had little clue as to what they were doing, she had enough sense to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands finally slid further up her thighs, squeezing the muscle he could still feel there, as he carried her to the nearest solid object: Goshinboku.
Where her skin showed on her legs, his fingertips brushed. It was hard enough to send his body heat flowing through her without him actually doing so, and soft enough to cause her to shiver because they were meant only to tease, to leave her wanting more. Only he found himself wanting more, to feel more of his skin against hers because he knew he could have that contact. Yet there was only so much that could be done in the middle of the night where two once lost souls desperately groped through the darkness for traces of whatever affection they could claim as solely theirs in such a cruel artificial world, and against the tree that had seen so much throughout centuries and loves more forbidden than theirs.
They were doing what they knew how to do, and trying to make the best out of their situation.
Had he been a compassionate youkai, he would have felt guilt over filling up her darkened skies and eyes with so many stars shining bright with hopes, dreams and wishes. They were things she had not allowed herself for so many months, and he knew it. Though he was taking so much from her, he was amazed that he had been giving to her at the same time. Those hopes, those dreams, those unspoken promises for more time spent together: they were all things he had given her. Along with her old spark of spunk, and her new-found selfishness. She was clinging to it all with a desperate will, that much he could see as he had taught it to her.
It was with the same desperation she held onto his shoulders with: he could feel her nails pricking him through the flimsy fabric of his shirt.
It was enough pain to keep him firmly grounded in the present, in reality, which was what he needed. Hiei was not one to get lost in emotions or thoughts about how things could have been had they been different people of different pasts, but surrounded by her warmth and love, it was hard not to wonder. He did not want to wonder or think about it, not now. He had never wanted to get this close to anyone, especially a human woman, but even he knew he was better for it. There was no way he could deny that, not when he felt more at peace than he ever had before she found him in the darkness. In a moment of weakness, he had let his guard down enough for her to grasp his heart, and she had yet to relinquish that hold even months later. He knew it, and he had finally accepted what that meant.
Her fingers twined with the strands of his hair, hard enough to pull. "Hiei."
He pulled back to look at her, with her swollen lips wet with their mixed saliva and her flushed skin. He had never found her too particularly beautiful before, but with her diffident eyes and thoroughly kissed lips that were all his doing, she was beautiful.
"We shouldn't do this out here."
"I'm not moving, so deal with it."
He kissed her again, hard enough to bruise, he hoped. He wanted her lips to carry the memory of his kisses for a while, and when it faded, he would be more than glad to leave his impression again. Whatever he knew she wanted to say had been removed from her mind, or so he hoped. And he would kiss her senseless enough to remove all her thoughts.
She fisted her other hand in his shirt, pulling him closer as her hand in his hair tweaked the fine strands. It was nothing more than coyish teasing, yet it seemed to be all they knew how to do. They had never before crossed such lines. And he loved it.
One of his own hands went to his belts to undo them while the other trailed up her thigh to stroke her flesh. He kissed her once more just to keep her calm and focused on him, rather than what was about to take place. They did not need the noises she would make in discomfort, and he did not want to be the one to hurt her. Yet, it was almost unneeded as she did not notice and all they focused on was the strange feeling of completeness.
It never occurred to Hiei to consider the dark truth hidden in relationships that involved give and take. Because then he would have understood why she could so freely give away everything without a second thought for she knew it. In order to take, there had to be care and love hidden somewhere because no one ever took something from a giver they felt indifferent toward. In exchange for blatant affection, a softer, subtler and deeper kind of affection was the price that was always paid.
And against the bark of Goshinboku, as only soft pants and gasps filled the night air, they both realized that this changed everything. For the first time, they knew exactly how and why, and accepted it for what it was.
Word count: 2093
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): Implied sexual situation; Angst-y tone.
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Something had changed. It was so minuscule and trite that it almost escaped his notice; or perhaps he needed to notice the small changes before he could see that something much larger about their relationship had changed. That tournament had been a turning point in so many ways. True, he was still confined to Tokyo, but he was no longer on probation or watched by Reikai. Unlike Enma, the toddler-prince kept his promises. That meant no more "Team Urameshi", no more being forced to save a world he did not care about, and no more having to associate with those pathetic excuses for humans. He trusted them in a way that only blood-brothers could, but he detested how they tried to act like the normal humans they were not.That was one thing he loved most about Kagome. She was not normal, and she did not try to hide that fact. A miko was a miko; she could not deny it even if she tried. Miko would always stand out and above the humans around them because of their hama no reiryoku, and that was not a biased opinion based on his feelings for her, unlike those he associated with who tried to deny or hide their less-than-normal and non-human characteristics. It was just another thing in the ever growing list of what he found attractive about her. Those two weeks he had spent away from her had allowed him to admit to himself that he had "soft" feelings toward her and that they grew with each night. He may lie from time-to-time to achieve his ends, but he never lied to himself.
And, at the moment, he could admit to himself that he was both thinking and not thinking when he implemented a new training plan with her.
She had progressed nicely without his help in her meditation and exercising control over her hama no reiryoku, but it was completely moot if she could not pass the test of battle. He was expecting nothing physical from her--well, not entirely--only her ability to bring out her power to protect herself and keep it up under the many pressures of attack. Yet he forgot just how much physical endurance it took to keep pushing out energy for as long and as hard as he had been pushing her in the nights since his return. She learned quickly though, in his defense.
With each stroke of his blade, he watched as her breathing became a little more erratic. Sweat covered her quaking limbs and he found himself captivated by the way her school uniform clung to her. He had never found her physically attractive before--unlike others, he had no desire for a trophy lover--but her personality and determination were making it difficult for him to ignore both her attraction to him and his newly admitted to one for her. And he suddenly could not remember all his reasons as to why he stopped at kisses and teasing caresses.
If he was not already resigned to the facts, he would have been utterly appalled that a clumsy slip of a woman could captivate him so.
And he blamed it all on the way those midnight blue eyes of hers were burning brighter than the flames he controlled.
One final downward slash of his blade shattered the resistance of her barrier. She no longer had the energy to keep standing, and with a heavy sigh her legs crumpled beneath her. He managed to still the continued stroke of his sword before it could slice into her skin, a feat achievable only from his many years of training. Her untainted blood would not be staining his sword ever again, he was certain of that. Yet he was captivated by the way she wore her exhaustion, and he could not find the strength to pull his sword back.
Her chest rose and fell in time with her harsh breaths; it was easy to tell she was trying to find the strength to get her breathing under control. She noticed the sword still poised to strike her down, and she had to know how easily he could. When she looked up at him with those unearthly eyes of midnight sky, he found only curiosity there, but not fear. It was sad how a human could look at him without trepidation, but with a trust that knew he would not hurt her. She was such a foolish woman to believe such things of he, even if she was correct.
His sword fell to the ground beside her as the only sound in the quiet night. He discarded it for something more because there was only so much a weapon could give.
"Hiei? What... What are you doing?"
"For once... Shut up."
He pulled her to her feet and crushed her body to his as he slanted his mouth against hers. So many nights he had remembered the feeling of her lips against his, so many nights he had stolen kisses but never like he was now. Her lips were soft against his as he pushed all his longing and need onto her. She had kissed him in much a similar fashion weeks ago, but he had not been ready for anything it had meant. But now... Now he was ready for all she had to offer and give. And she offered no resistance as she had been waiting for this for so long as well.
He was always amazed and appalled by the way she could give so freely of everything. He, being the thief he was, could not help but take all she gave. Her trust, her loyalty, her kindness, her heart, her body... Who was he to say "No," especially when he could not deny how much he wanted it. Not just her body either, but her. He was a selfish bastard and would be the first to admit it, and so he wanted to ruin her.
Not in any abusive way--while he was selfish, he would never let himself stoop that low--but in the way that left his mark on her forever. The way that burned his memory and ways onto her mind so she would be forced to see him in everyone she passed by. The way that left his caresses imprinted underneath the surface of her skin, branded forever by his searing fingertips. And the way that would leave his scent clinging to her hair and clothes even after eternity, mixing with her own of sandalwood and aloe.
It was in the way a man could fill up a woman to the brim, leaving her unable to forget or move on or try to love another because he would be there in everything making her unable to escape. It was the way that made her his forever, even if he found himself unwanting of that promise later. He was that selfish, and she was that giving. Even though he had hopes that later would not come soon or ever.
Given that she was so close in height to him, and so light, he easily picked her up. Even though they both had little clue as to what they were doing, she had enough sense to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands finally slid further up her thighs, squeezing the muscle he could still feel there, as he carried her to the nearest solid object: Goshinboku.
Where her skin showed on her legs, his fingertips brushed. It was hard enough to send his body heat flowing through her without him actually doing so, and soft enough to cause her to shiver because they were meant only to tease, to leave her wanting more. Only he found himself wanting more, to feel more of his skin against hers because he knew he could have that contact. Yet there was only so much that could be done in the middle of the night where two once lost souls desperately groped through the darkness for traces of whatever affection they could claim as solely theirs in such a cruel artificial world, and against the tree that had seen so much throughout centuries and loves more forbidden than theirs.
They were doing what they knew how to do, and trying to make the best out of their situation.
Had he been a compassionate youkai, he would have felt guilt over filling up her darkened skies and eyes with so many stars shining bright with hopes, dreams and wishes. They were things she had not allowed herself for so many months, and he knew it. Though he was taking so much from her, he was amazed that he had been giving to her at the same time. Those hopes, those dreams, those unspoken promises for more time spent together: they were all things he had given her. Along with her old spark of spunk, and her new-found selfishness. She was clinging to it all with a desperate will, that much he could see as he had taught it to her.
It was with the same desperation she held onto his shoulders with: he could feel her nails pricking him through the flimsy fabric of his shirt.
It was enough pain to keep him firmly grounded in the present, in reality, which was what he needed. Hiei was not one to get lost in emotions or thoughts about how things could have been had they been different people of different pasts, but surrounded by her warmth and love, it was hard not to wonder. He did not want to wonder or think about it, not now. He had never wanted to get this close to anyone, especially a human woman, but even he knew he was better for it. There was no way he could deny that, not when he felt more at peace than he ever had before she found him in the darkness. In a moment of weakness, he had let his guard down enough for her to grasp his heart, and she had yet to relinquish that hold even months later. He knew it, and he had finally accepted what that meant.
Her fingers twined with the strands of his hair, hard enough to pull. "Hiei."
He pulled back to look at her, with her swollen lips wet with their mixed saliva and her flushed skin. He had never found her too particularly beautiful before, but with her diffident eyes and thoroughly kissed lips that were all his doing, she was beautiful.
"We shouldn't do this out here."
"I'm not moving, so deal with it."
He kissed her again, hard enough to bruise, he hoped. He wanted her lips to carry the memory of his kisses for a while, and when it faded, he would be more than glad to leave his impression again. Whatever he knew she wanted to say had been removed from her mind, or so he hoped. And he would kiss her senseless enough to remove all her thoughts.
She fisted her other hand in his shirt, pulling him closer as her hand in his hair tweaked the fine strands. It was nothing more than coyish teasing, yet it seemed to be all they knew how to do. They had never before crossed such lines. And he loved it.
One of his own hands went to his belts to undo them while the other trailed up her thigh to stroke her flesh. He kissed her once more just to keep her calm and focused on him, rather than what was about to take place. They did not need the noises she would make in discomfort, and he did not want to be the one to hurt her. Yet, it was almost unneeded as she did not notice and all they focused on was the strange feeling of completeness.
It never occurred to Hiei to consider the dark truth hidden in relationships that involved give and take. Because then he would have understood why she could so freely give away everything without a second thought for she knew it. In order to take, there had to be care and love hidden somewhere because no one ever took something from a giver they felt indifferent toward. In exchange for blatant affection, a softer, subtler and deeper kind of affection was the price that was always paid.
And against the bark of Goshinboku, as only soft pants and gasps filled the night air, they both realized that this changed everything. For the first time, they knew exactly how and why, and accepted it for what it was.
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A version of this chapter was posted to the livejournal community 30_Nights for their theme #013. Paint the night sky with stars.Word count: 2093
Edited: 3 June 2010