InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of the Night ❯ Night CLXXII: Disillusion ( Chapter 25 )
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By: Kurai Mori 
She knew something had changed again, but had it really? Or was she just imagining it?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 710 | Status: Work In Progress
She knew something had changed again, but had it really? Or was she just imagining it?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 710 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Night CLXXII: Disillusion
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): Sexual situation; Light angst
Yet it was something he needed. She had not been lying when she told him that she had all but come to terms with the fact that Tokyo was not the past and that saving the world was no longer her problem. She understood it, and it was mainly because of him. Normal human life did not scare her or threaten to stifle her with change because he had been around, and just his presence had helped her ease into the transition. She was thankful enough to him for that to not hold his omissions against him too heavily. At the end of the day, he was hers and she would not change him. It was not a deal-breaker. It came very close to being one, but she had not been intentionally hurt from it. Yet saving the world, as much as he would deny it, was part of his problem. It may not be his job anymore, but his friends were involved and she knew he would not leave his friends to die. Even he had been doubting his decision to stay behind, so all she had done was give him a nudge toward what he wanted to do.
The fact that he had left so soon after it did not ease the hurt. Or her own doubts that he missed the lifestyle he had decided he could not have while with her enough to just leave one day.
For now, though, she worried. The air that night had grown thicker with youki; enough so as to make her think that they had lost and the makai had been unleashed. Only the precarious barrier she could finally sense holding back the darker and thicker youki told her all hope had not been lost yet. The energy unnerved her either way. That much youki had rarely pierced the air five-hundred years ago, and that was only when Naraku was causing trouble. It brought back memories of finding another slaughtered village, or remnants of a betrayal: memories she had no desire to ever revisit.
She pulled her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. The soft fabric of her pajamas did little to protect her from her bony knees. There was so much happening and she felt helpless because she was not involved. The world had done fine without her for centuries and would continue to do so for countless more. Yet a part of her did not want it to. She wanted the world to need her to save it, though she had come to terms with it and she knew it was a selfish desire. With each day that passed, it felt more and more like saving the world had been all she was destined for. Yet she had already accomplished it.
Then for a while, it felt as if she was to spend her life with Inuyasha, but the well and Hiei proved that wrong. Now, it felt as if she was to spend her life with Hiei. But she was having doubts.
As much as she knew Hiei would be pissed to know she was comparing him to Inuyasha, they did share quite a few common points. Both had hard pasts (Hiei did not need to mention his for her to know it), had foul tempers and mouths, fought with swords, brooded in trees... The list could go on for a while. Yet at the crux of their similarities was the simple fact that she would never be first in either of their lives. It may not be to other women (she was still unsure if Hiei even knew other women), but it would always be to fighting. They both loved it so much and it was a large part of who they were. Though it had been the thing that had brought her closer to them both, it was also a wedge between them.
She figured she should try to live for herself, but she could not quite figure out how to do it. She loved helped other people, she loved putting those she cared about first in her life, and she had no idea as to how to put herself first. Though she did have the rest of her life to figure it out.
Kagome sighed tiredly, trying to sigh away her thoughts, and looked out her window. Despite the youki that hung heavily in the air, the nightscape never changed. And somewhere out there was Hiei.
She wished she had never pushed him out there by telling him to go, though she knew it needed to be done. His friends needed him far more than she did at the moment.
"I just wish I knew what's happening." She breathed in deeply in an attempt to ignore the pain settling in her chest.
"What's happening where?" The ever comforting dark voice of Hiei breathed into her ear.
She had to bite down on her tongue to keep from squealing in fright. She could not help jumping away, but she was just as quickly pulled into his warm arms. Soft, calloused kisses were placed up and down her neck, soothing and agitating her in a different way.
"How did... How did you get in?" She whispered out the words, on the verge of giving in to the desire of only feeling what his lips invoked.
His fingers grasped her chin and turned her face toward his. His lips were bruising against hers almost to the point of where it was more painful than pleasurable. Two days had been the most time they spent away from each other ever since he had left for two weeks. "The door." Saliva glistened on his lips and she was captivated by the way they moved. Though she did want to smack him for his answer, she was too glad to see him well.
She initiated the kiss this time, crushing her lips against his with the abrasive force of the last one. She missed and worried about him too much to care that she was giving in so easily. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body following hers. He pulled away long enough to kiss his ways down her neck and to her chest. She had not noticed him undoing the buttons to her pajama top while he had been kissing her. Gasping, she asked, "Were you guys successful?"
She heard her top rip as he tried to remove it too fast, but his mouth placing kisses on the flesh of her shoulder and collarbone distracted her from it. "Later." His voice was almost a growl against her chest. The vibrations did nothing to tickle her, but echoed throughout her body.
Yet something kept her from losing herself to his magnetic touches. She kept her eyes on him, glazed and lost as they were as she felt his bare skin against hers. He pressed his face into the crook her neck as he lost the rest of himself in her. She gasped in sharp pleasure and realization. All the times before he raked his eyes over all of her to the point of embarrassment for her, and he would take in every inch of her spasms, her noises, the way her back would bow in pleasure and her toes curl.
He had yet to look at her in any of his usual ways.
The rational part of her said it was because of their separation, because he had just returned from saving the world and needed to feel the reason why he had done so. A smaller, self-spiting part that had grown from her earlier thoughts said things had changed because of his mission just like she thought they would, and they would never be the same. That he would never look at her the same way again.
She pushed that part of herself away and opened herself entirely to him as she curled her fingers into his hair and against the skin of his back, knowing they both needed and wanted it. Yet she blinked back tears because she just knew something had changed about him that he did not want to tell her that night or possibly ever. And it was not just power-wise again.
Edited 19 May 2010.
Word count: 1486
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): Sexual situation; Light angst
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Kagome paid little attention to the passing of two days. It was easy enough to make it through them without knowing where Hiei was and how the fate of the world was faring. Last night was harder though. She had grown used to sleeping next to him, and sorely missed his warmth on the cool autumn nights. There was something about curling next to someone at night that made everything feel all right, as if the day had not existed and tomorrow would be better. The torrent of youki pulsing through the air at all hours of day and night made her wish he had not taken the chance and stayed with her.Yet it was something he needed. She had not been lying when she told him that she had all but come to terms with the fact that Tokyo was not the past and that saving the world was no longer her problem. She understood it, and it was mainly because of him. Normal human life did not scare her or threaten to stifle her with change because he had been around, and just his presence had helped her ease into the transition. She was thankful enough to him for that to not hold his omissions against him too heavily. At the end of the day, he was hers and she would not change him. It was not a deal-breaker. It came very close to being one, but she had not been intentionally hurt from it. Yet saving the world, as much as he would deny it, was part of his problem. It may not be his job anymore, but his friends were involved and she knew he would not leave his friends to die. Even he had been doubting his decision to stay behind, so all she had done was give him a nudge toward what he wanted to do.
The fact that he had left so soon after it did not ease the hurt. Or her own doubts that he missed the lifestyle he had decided he could not have while with her enough to just leave one day.
For now, though, she worried. The air that night had grown thicker with youki; enough so as to make her think that they had lost and the makai had been unleashed. Only the precarious barrier she could finally sense holding back the darker and thicker youki told her all hope had not been lost yet. The energy unnerved her either way. That much youki had rarely pierced the air five-hundred years ago, and that was only when Naraku was causing trouble. It brought back memories of finding another slaughtered village, or remnants of a betrayal: memories she had no desire to ever revisit.
She pulled her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. The soft fabric of her pajamas did little to protect her from her bony knees. There was so much happening and she felt helpless because she was not involved. The world had done fine without her for centuries and would continue to do so for countless more. Yet a part of her did not want it to. She wanted the world to need her to save it, though she had come to terms with it and she knew it was a selfish desire. With each day that passed, it felt more and more like saving the world had been all she was destined for. Yet she had already accomplished it.
Then for a while, it felt as if she was to spend her life with Inuyasha, but the well and Hiei proved that wrong. Now, it felt as if she was to spend her life with Hiei. But she was having doubts.
As much as she knew Hiei would be pissed to know she was comparing him to Inuyasha, they did share quite a few common points. Both had hard pasts (Hiei did not need to mention his for her to know it), had foul tempers and mouths, fought with swords, brooded in trees... The list could go on for a while. Yet at the crux of their similarities was the simple fact that she would never be first in either of their lives. It may not be to other women (she was still unsure if Hiei even knew other women), but it would always be to fighting. They both loved it so much and it was a large part of who they were. Though it had been the thing that had brought her closer to them both, it was also a wedge between them.
She figured she should try to live for herself, but she could not quite figure out how to do it. She loved helped other people, she loved putting those she cared about first in her life, and she had no idea as to how to put herself first. Though she did have the rest of her life to figure it out.
Kagome sighed tiredly, trying to sigh away her thoughts, and looked out her window. Despite the youki that hung heavily in the air, the nightscape never changed. And somewhere out there was Hiei.
She wished she had never pushed him out there by telling him to go, though she knew it needed to be done. His friends needed him far more than she did at the moment.
"I just wish I knew what's happening." She breathed in deeply in an attempt to ignore the pain settling in her chest.
"What's happening where?" The ever comforting dark voice of Hiei breathed into her ear.
She had to bite down on her tongue to keep from squealing in fright. She could not help jumping away, but she was just as quickly pulled into his warm arms. Soft, calloused kisses were placed up and down her neck, soothing and agitating her in a different way.
"How did... How did you get in?" She whispered out the words, on the verge of giving in to the desire of only feeling what his lips invoked.
His fingers grasped her chin and turned her face toward his. His lips were bruising against hers almost to the point of where it was more painful than pleasurable. Two days had been the most time they spent away from each other ever since he had left for two weeks. "The door." Saliva glistened on his lips and she was captivated by the way they moved. Though she did want to smack him for his answer, she was too glad to see him well.
She initiated the kiss this time, crushing her lips against his with the abrasive force of the last one. She missed and worried about him too much to care that she was giving in so easily. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body following hers. He pulled away long enough to kiss his ways down her neck and to her chest. She had not noticed him undoing the buttons to her pajama top while he had been kissing her. Gasping, she asked, "Were you guys successful?"
She heard her top rip as he tried to remove it too fast, but his mouth placing kisses on the flesh of her shoulder and collarbone distracted her from it. "Later." His voice was almost a growl against her chest. The vibrations did nothing to tickle her, but echoed throughout her body.
Yet something kept her from losing herself to his magnetic touches. She kept her eyes on him, glazed and lost as they were as she felt his bare skin against hers. He pressed his face into the crook her neck as he lost the rest of himself in her. She gasped in sharp pleasure and realization. All the times before he raked his eyes over all of her to the point of embarrassment for her, and he would take in every inch of her spasms, her noises, the way her back would bow in pleasure and her toes curl.
He had yet to look at her in any of his usual ways.
The rational part of her said it was because of their separation, because he had just returned from saving the world and needed to feel the reason why he had done so. A smaller, self-spiting part that had grown from her earlier thoughts said things had changed because of his mission just like she thought they would, and they would never be the same. That he would never look at her the same way again.
She pushed that part of herself away and opened herself entirely to him as she curled her fingers into his hair and against the skin of his back, knowing they both needed and wanted it. Yet she blinked back tears because she just knew something had changed about him that he did not want to tell her that night or possibly ever. And it was not just power-wise again.
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A version of this chapter was posted to the livejournal community 30_Nights for their theme #011. You will never look at me.Edited 19 May 2010.
Word count: 1486