InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Spit Across Hotel ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha and YuYu Hakusho do NOT, I repeat NOT, belong to me. They are owned by Rumiko Takahasi and Yoshihiro Togashi respectively. Also I make no financial profit off of the creation of this story but I do get the simple satisfaction of tormenting their characters to a point that'll send them pulling out their hair. This disclaimer applies to any and all chapters within this story.

 

Title: The Spit Across Hotel

 

Author[ess]: Vanadal

 

Summary: The outcome of three nights for Kagome Higurashi and Youko Kurama -Shuichi Minamino in an itty bitty hotel room together. Kagome/Kurama. PWP and yes, there is OoC-ness, I apologize. Lemon in later chapter.

 

Rating: MATURE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I WILL NOT MARK ANY ADULT SITUATION. IF YOU COMPLAIN I WILL SIMPLY TELL YOU “I TOLD YOU SO” BEFORE I SAY “GET OVERIT”.

 

Pairing(s): Kurama/Kagome <333

 

 

 

The little shack-looking hotel's only front door was wide and heavy but a slender, crimson locked man tugged lightly on its handle regardless of this observation. It helped to be a Kitsune avatar sometimes and it appeared that as the hinges screamed in protest against the rust that coated them this was one of those sometimes that he should be thankful for it. The building's glass windows, including the glass of the door, were dingy and sorely in need of a washing. The neon light that hung lopsided over the front dipped dangerously low and threatened to fall onto the person unlucky enough to be standing beneath it for too long; that wasn't the only thing wrong with the sign though, it flickered and buzzed as sparks fell from the ending letters. The so called “hotel” was the sort of place that one would expect to see in a horror flick which usually had the freakish, roguish, and more than likely utterly insane stranger who staggered drunkenly down the road away from it while crazedly muttering, “Turn back now if you wish to live.”

 

`I see we're going to have to stop watching those midnight monster movies, Youko.' Kurama thought as he addressed the other soul housed within his body. He could feel the way Youko flicked his silver tail in annoyance at the idea and huffed before his attention was turned to a more entertaining subject.

 

The supple and most definitely female body of his new co-worker brushed by him and he froze immediately. Manners deeply instilled so long ago that they had become habitual had made him step aside to allow Kagome entrance to the hotel. An invisible shiver wracked his being as the wavy tips of her waist length iridescent blue and raven hair ghosted across the bared skin of his arm that held the door open. No, he wasn't cold - He was far from it in fact and in this disdainfully scorching place in the middle of nowhere where it was impossible to be anything near chilled even. His shudder had been one of pleasure, of attraction, and of pure lust. Oh the things he wanted to do to little Kagome… He shook his head as, the woman before him breathed her grateful thanks and headed towards the check-in desk.

 

Kurama noted how often the way he found himself lusting after Kagome was happening before sliding into the unstable and creepy looking building. He could not afford to be distracted during this trip as it was not for play that they came to this small town. Instead, they were here in this tiny god-forsaken village to meet with the mayor, head honcho, medicine man or what ever he fashioned himself as on behalf of their company in order to negotiate the urbanization of the town after estimating the prospect and amount of income to be gained from industrializing the area. So far it looked to be a hopeless case but never-the-less that was what they were here for.

 

Kagome smiled cheerfully at the old woman behind the desk. Despite her age and the alarming eye patch, she emanated a welcoming maternal essence.

 

“Hello Grandmother, I would like a room for the next three days if there's one available.” Kagome said with ease.

 

The “grandmother” comment seemed to startle the elderly women as her eyes flared wide before a smile lit her own wrinkled and weathered features. She gazed at the peculiar girl before her and then proceeded to check for an open room on the wall of numbered hooks behind her. Only one held a key.

 

“There seems to indeed be a room without an occupant available for ye. For three days ye said? Very well, that will be ten dollars a day coming to a total of thirty dollars. We have a pay-up-front policy that is cash only and non refundable.” The secretary's voice was gravelly as if it, like the hinges of the door, needed oiling.

 

Kagome momentarily shuffled in her pocket for her wallet which cats printed all over it before pulling forth two crisp tens and two crumpled fives. She smoothed the crumpled bills into a more presentable state and handed them over to the woman she had deemed “grandmother”. Her eyes met with the nametag that read “Kaede” and she grinned.

 

“Thank you, Kaede.” Kagome said pleasantly before accepting the large skeleton style key handed over to her. Reading the number engraved on the handle Kagome frowned, “Are there really one thousand one hundred thirty four rooms in this building?”

 

Kaede barked out a laugh and pointed a gnarled finger at the hooks, “Canst thou see that many hooks? Nay, the numbers are random at best. We have only fifteen rooms, all of which are now filled.”

 

Kurama faltered on his way to the desk, the old woman had not just said what he'd thought she did… Did she?

 

`IMPOSSIBLE! The old hag has to be lying! There isn't any other hotel in this accursed town, Red!' Youko's voice came forth strained and Kurama could sense the discord that marred the fox spirit's usually calm demeanor.

 

`Calm down Youko, I'm sure it was merely in jest. I don't think there are even enough people in this whole community to fill every room in this place.' Kurama spoke words of appeasement to his disgruntled counterpart.

 

Striding confidently towards the second secretary behind the slowly dilapidating wooden desk, Kurama flashed a grin at the other aged women. Bubblegum pink hair framed her grimacing face and with her short stature barely seen cynical green eyes peered over the desktop at him. His smile faltered as he attempted to appear charming - perhaps it was time to try Kagome's trick, “Grandmother, I would like a room for the next three days.”

 

“Its Genkai, I'm not your Grandmother and dimwit did you not just hear?! There are no more. Try somewhere else.” Was the sharp response that Kurama had been dreading.

 

`I though you said there were not enough people to..' Youko began but Kurama cut him off with a quick `Enough Youko.'

 

Kagome stopped mid-movement as her hand sought the handle of her suitcase. `That's right, if they have no more rooms…. Then Kurama wouldn't be able to stay for the meeting and more than likely would get fired. It's not fair! He's just been employed too'! She worried her bottom lip between her teeth at the thoughts that plagued her… `And if he hadn't held the door like a gentle man then he'd have this room and I'd be out of a job. 'It was then that she came to a decision, he'd have to stay… With her.

 

“Kur-ahem, Kurama?” Kagome's voice came out weakly. Oh great gods how was she to go about this? She'd never invited a man to stay in her room before, let alone one she hardly knew! Well if you counted Inuyasha then maybe she had but that was more like inviting a stray puppy in!

 

Youko was seething as Kurama glanced up but his voice portrayed nothing - perhaps there was hope left, “Yes, Kagome?”

 

“Kurama, why don't you stay in my room...” She offered, the end of her suggestion fading off in what she chalked up to embarrassment.

 

“No, no Kagome it is quite alright I'm sure there's someplace else I can stay. Another hotel perhaps?” But the shaking of Kaede's head and the gleeful look the pink haired woman shot him had him panicking.

 

“No… Kurama. What I meant is…. Well, what I'm trying to say is…” Kagome continued babbling. She really was getting nowhere.

 

`Red, she couldn't mean what I think she means… Could she?' Youko's internal tantrum stopped long enough for him to catch onto what Kagome was offering.

 

`No Of course not! Kagome isn't like that! At least I didn't think she was.' Kurama could feel his eyes begin to widen.

 

“Kurama, if you hadn't held the door for me, you would've gotten the room,” Kagome began again after taking a deep breath, “So why don't we share it?”

 

And those words were music to Youko's ears.

 

“Are you sure, Kagome?” Kurama asked incredulously.

 

“Yes… Yes I am. I'm sure they have a roll around cot or something extra for one of us to sleep on.” Kagome said effectively bashing to death Youko's internal victory dance.

 

“If you insist then, shall we?” Kurama sighed scooped up his own bag as well as Kagome's suitcase and headed down the hall that Kaede had motioned to.

 

Kurama and Kagome would have walked side-by-side down the hall had it not been so narrow and so poorly lit. Instead, they moved painstakingly slow towards the last door on the left at the end of the hall - the very darkened end of the very long hall. Kurama stilled as he gazed at the morbid and foreboding sight before him. Above the room number was painted in black gothic looking “Welcome to” and beneath it rested the brass number plate. Except the room number had come loose at the left hand side and what had once may have read “1134” now read a diagonal “hell”.

 

Yes this most definitely was one of those “turn back now if you wish to live” moments and Youko was all for turning back. Kagome apparently thought nothing of it and Kurama jumped to attention as her thin nimble arm wrapped around his side with the key and fumbled momentarily with the lock. He leaned into her feathery touch with growing excitement and nearly groaned in displeasure as the door sung open to reveal the room - though closet may have been a better term.

 

The room barely housed a larger four poster bed complete with black drapes and a dark wood wardrobe comfortably as it was so small with hardly enough room to move around either object. A room branched off and Kurama could only surmise that it was a teeny bathroom adorning this tiny room. He sighed in frustration, Youko's own discontent pouring into it. At least the walls were painted a dark brown so that it gave the feel of a fox den.

 

Then the sound of bells rang and Kurama was pulled from his self-pitying. No, not bells… Kagome's laughter! And what laughter it was. It made him want to pin her to the wall and… and… His thoughts were interrupted… Thankfully.

 

“You know, I think this is the spit across hotel.” Kagome spoke and her laughter bled over to her words.

 

“What do you mean Kagome?” He asked puzzled.

 

“Meaning I think you could spit across every single room in this hotel.”

 

And then Kurama found himself laughing along with her with full sincerity.

 

-End Chap One.

 

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Okay so Van's started a little pet story to amuse herself with. [In fact she has many more ideas for many more stories in which to start very soon.] Meaning it probably has terrible grammar and punctuation and all that good stuff that irks everyone.

 

I hope you enjoyed this so far. There hasn't been anything too intense because this is just setting the stage for many more possibilities.

 

By the way, I apologize on the amount of time it takes for me to update stories. [[I have and hate writer's block.]]

 

Please be patient though <333 Anyway I'll be ever the elusive authoress for you.

 

Ciao for now and see you in the next chappie.

 

As always read and review,

 

-Vanadal.