InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Ultimatum ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Ultimatum

Chapter 8

Boxing King

 

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This time I got a review saying that I shouldn't rush things, or make my chapters longer than usual. However, the reviewer also mentioned that there were several mistakes in my last chapter. First, thanks for your review. I appreciate the time and effort. Second, I would have emailed you if I could, but I didn't see a way to do that, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind leaving another review and telling me what I did wrong so I know not to do it again. Looking back at my work so far, it seems to change each chapter. Anyways, constructive criticism is welcome. Also, if any of you decide to go look at my blog, I say the main pairing. I guess I thought it was obvious, but I'm writing, so duh. I got another review asking, so feel free and look. However, at the end of this chapter it will probably be spoiled anyways. I should have thought of that ploy earlier. Enjoy the chapter. I'm going to try and revert to an earlier stage of writing, where it sounded more worked out and sophisticated.

 

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Kagome slowly moved closer, swaying her hips to music only she could hear. Wild drums hammered in the background, beating a frantic beat in tandem with her heart. Each bang of the drum was a vicious jump of her heart, pulsing blood to her head in a rush that left her dizzy.

 

She had never felt like this before.

 

She raised her eyes slowly, lifting them to meet a ruby pair staring across at her. It was all him. She had never seen him before, but it was as if the world recognized them together. Looking at him, she felt so right. It was a primal emotion, this adrenaline. The drums in the background continued to beat.

 

Thump - her heart jumped, she stepped forward.

 

Thump - her heart jumped, she took another step.

 

Thump - she was in front of him. Her heart skipped.

 

Kagome looked at this foreign man, and felt nothing but lust. Lust was one of the first ties between men, and it was powerful.

 

All around her the room was dark and shadowed. His eyes shone like two beacons of light in the darkness, calling to her.

 

And she was summoned. Eyes never leaving his, Kagome slowly lifted her hand, heavy in this foreign realm. She touched the air next to his cheek, parodying a caress. The air seemed to move with her hand. His eyes never left hers as he shuddered.

 

He was a dark man - dark, red eyes, black hair, pale, pale skin. But it was his aura that spoke to her most - he was not someone to be trifled with. He was littered with shadows, almost obscuring his true self.

 

Kagome let out a shuddering breath.

 

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand that had been near his face, using the momentum to pull her that last remaining distance that had been between them. She fell against his hard, muscled body noiselessly. The drums began to beat faster.

 

He put a hand to the back of her head and yanked her to him, crushing his lips to hers. He ground his hips into the crook of her body.

 

Kagome let out a whimper. She gyrated back at him, opening her mouth. His tongue swept in, conquering her mouth in one thrust.

 

She moved her hand in-between their bodies, sliding down his chest, hesitating just above his tied pants.

 

She could feel the pulsing. The blood under his skin was moving swiftly under her hand. She could feel the beat of the drums reverberate in the background, pulsing with her, pulsing through her hand and to his stomach. He groaned as the vibrations traveled lower.

 

Kagome furthered the kiss and began to suck lightly on his lower lip, rubbing her hand back and forth on his stomach.

 

The drums were reaching a crescendo. Kagome began to pant, out of breath as excitement began to boil over. He was not much better, losing the composure that she could see he valued.

 

She jerked back to look in his eyes, to see just who she was dealing with, to see what man could affect her so.

 

The drums stopped suddenly, cooling the passion between the two. Kagome's heart stilled with the drums.

 

He suddenly disappeared, black shadows taking his place, taking his shocked ruby red eyes.

 

Kagome jerked awake.

 

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Sweat was pouring down her face, as Kagome sat up in her cot at Yusuke's house. The room was dim, no light shining in from the window.

 

Kagome raised shaking hands to put her head in. What had happened?

 

The last thing she remembered was trying to fight off the demon. And the next thing she knew she was having her first erotic dream.

 

Kagome began to shake. What was the matter with her? Inuyasha was barely dead, and here she was betraying him. Granted, it was in a dream. But it had seemed so life-like… She had promised herself to him, promised that she would be with him always.

 

She was nothing better than a common whore.

 

A tear leaked out one eye, then the other. She was a failure. She was failing him even in death.

 

More tears began to fall, salting the air, and rubbing Kagome's eye's raw.

 

Kagome tried to move, to get off the bed and maybe go to the kitchen, figuring a walk and a drink would help. She could barely make it to the edge of the cot. She was so sore; her body pulsed in dull waves of pain. Her arm had a dull burning sensation that wasn't letting up.

 

Kagome stilled to look herself over. The only thing she could see on her body at all was on her arm. There was a slightly red welt. She frowned. It looked like a burn. No wonder it hurt so much. Burns seemed to be one of the worse things in the world.

 

But how the hell did she get a burn on her arm? Kagome laid back down on the cot, trying to think back to the attack. She closed her eyes and measured her breathing.

 

She had been surrounded. That she could remember. She had been in an alley with no way out. The demons had begun to move in on her, for no reason that she could fathom.

 

She frowned, trying to remember what had come next. The memory began to come back with more detail. There had been the smell of burning things, the noise of electricity. The wall had been cold on her back, lending no support to her frightened mind.

 

Ah, that's right. She had had a revolution. A small one, by way of revolutions, but a revolution none the less. She was in the present. No one was going to save her here from demons. And this time, she couldn't hurt anyone with her failure.

 

So she had finally tried to use her miko powers again.

 

Kagome frowned again. That was when things had gone black. But she knew, without a doubt, that she had not called any power.

 

She knew what power felt like. She had used it enough in the past to know the sensation. The heady feeling of adrenaline as it swept through your body, the tingle it left behind, the surge of rightness that came from using a neglected part of yourself. She knew how to open the door that would grant her access to all that.

 

She could have sworn that she had used it then. That door had become second nature in the past, where there were no moments to sit and meditate to call power as demons were attacking.

 

What had happened?

 

Kagome had opened the door, but no power had come out. The reason she was probably unconscious was because the damn demon had touched her. It had probably shocked her into oblivion.

 

A small grunt escaped her.

 

Maybe it had been the stress and pressure of the moment. Maybe, since she hadn't called it in so long, it just couldn't be called on the spot anymore in a moment of pressure.

 

Kagome closed eyes that had opened in shock and slowed breathing that had accelerated unbidden. The key to accessing your power was through control of mind and body. Mind over matter. That had been what Kaede would always say.

 

Kagome slowly began to shed her body mentally. Her breathing became so shallow that she could not hear it, her heart slow but steady. She lost contact with her surroundings, not noticing the room or occupants in any way - completely oblivious to the pair of brown eyes that watched her silently across the room. Her body was the last to go, losing almost every connection with it. She had stepped out of her body, as it were, so that she could focus just on her mind.

 

She opened her eyes to a white landscape. There was nothing to separate sky from land - she floated in nothing. She turned a slow circle. A bit away was a door. This door was her magic. She had trained her mind to create a door - something she could open and close at will, call and send away her magic at will. She had been around doors all her life, knew the mechanics of them intrinsically, and it had served its purpose of a metaphysical leash, of sorts.

 

Kagome floated to the door, hand outstretched. Now, she would open it and let her magic come back. With her powers back, she would remember things that were being forgotten. She would remember the past and her friends, and most importantly, Inuyasha. She would remember the love she had felt for him, the devotion and adoration. She would remember her pledge to him.

 

Her hand clenched on the handle, an old, brass contraption. Slowly, she pulled the door open.

 

Nothing happened. There was no familiar flash of pink light. There was no sparkle, no fuzzy feeling of warmth. There was nothing.

 

Kagome looked through a door that only showed her whiteness.

 

She came back to her body with a painful jerk.

 

Slowly, Kagome opened her eyes. Her magic was gone.

 

Her body began a fine tremble as she began staring comatose at the ceiling above her. She had lost all over again.

 

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Hiei jerked, shuddering as his entire body spasmed. With a snarl, he put his head into his heads, trying to close the Jagan eye. It was glowing a bright purple, lighting up the otherwise dark room.

 

Hiei threw himself up and away, trying to relieve the building tension through action. He was crouching in a corner, panting, when the Jagan sent another dagger of pain into his head.

 

With a cry Hiei threw himself into the wall, banging his head. Another cry escaped from his lips. This one was more ragged, more uncontrolled. He clenched his hands resting on the wall, digging his fingernails into his palms, letting the nails bring blood and pain. Pain could lessen the demon, bring him back from that brink.

 

It didn't work. The Jagan sent another wave of pain through Hiei, who writhed in agony.

 

The Jagan was getting brighter with each pulse. With each pulse Hiei cried out, his voice shaking at the end of each.

 

He was losing control of the Jagan.

 

Hiei's eyes suddenly began glowing violet. The Jagan slowly began to slide open, reveling in its new freedom. He snarled and hugged himself around the ribs, squeezing, trying to hold onto that meager thread of control.

 

He began screaming, trying to get rid of the energy. Black flames began to lick their way up his right arm; a vortex of wind began growing in the room, centered at Hiei's feet.

 

Through the pain and wind, Hiei could hear a cackle. He had no idea where it originated from - the Jagan had no voice to speak with, only a consciousness.

 

As the wind grew, the cackle got louder.

 

The cackle was not the Jagan.

 

He was being manipulated.

 

Hiei knew this fact with certainty. Somehow, whoever was laughing their guts out was having fun at his expense. Somehow, they had brought out the Jagan.

 

A fine rage settled into him. No one manipulated him. No one.

 

His line of sight darkened for a moment, and then became clear. The wind abruptly died down, the flames dropping off. The Jagan gave a malignant hiss and shut itself quickly.

 

For all that Hiei and the Jagan were separate, they were also as one. The Jagan was within Hiei, it was in his body, his mind. It shared the same vessel as did Hiei's soul. Its destruction spelt doom for them both. The fact that the Jagan hated being manipulated just as much as Hiei did meant nothing more than that the rage blossomed and gained girth, as well as the cooperation of the Jagan.

 

Whoever did this was going to pay.

 

Only after that would Hiei bother to discover why such tactics were being used on him. After all, kill first, then ask questions.

 

A small smirk settled on Hiei's face. His day had just improved.

 

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Yusuke had been watching his cousin since they had returned, assuring himself of her safety, of her reality. It would do little good to bring her here to help her past her suicidal tendencies only to have her murdered. He doubted his aunt would forgive him any easier if it wasn't her fault. And toss in trying to explain demons, and he knew that his ass would have been grass.

 

They had decided in Koenma's office that the best way to handle things would to first discover how much she remembered. Hopefully, she would just black out the entire experience, and wake up wondering how she got home. There would be no need to explain demons, spirit weapons, his job, her life being in danger… Yeah, it would definitely be easier if she just didn't remember anything.

 

They had puzzled over the recent timeline of events in the office for at least two hours. No one could come up with an idea of how the demons got there, much less evaded detection from Koenma. If there had been a bug on them, it had disintegrated with the rest of the demons' bodies.

 

What bothered Yusuke the most, though, was not how the demons got to be there, but why they had targeted Kagome. Maybe one or two would target her, as a defenseless girl in an alley, but more coming to aid was illogical. Unless she had been the target. In his line of work, coincidences were rare and far in-between. And the fact that his cousin had been targeted was just too big of a coincident to ignore.

 

The only logical explanation that he could see would be trying to gain a hold over him. Everyone in the demon realm knew he was the head of the Spirit Detectives. The easiest way to defeat him would to have something to hold against him, like a hostage. It must mean they were getting close. That was a slightly comforting thought.

 

Yusuke was continuing to puzzle out the entire issue when he saw Kagome wake up. He figured she must have been having a nightmare, what with the sweat poring off her in waves. He could almost feel the guilt and hatred inside of her. He frowned. He was about to speak up and see if she was ok, and hopefully subtly find out if she knew anything, when she started to cry.

 

Well damn. Yusuke hated tears. He couldn't deal with women when they were crying. They were just so helpless! He felt like he had to do anything to make them feel better - and that generally didn't help him any. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to make his cousin feel better when she suddenly laid back down. He snapped his mouth shut in confusion. What the hell was she doing? No girl he knew of could just shut off the waterworks and try and go to sleep. They had to have a good reason first, and sleep usually didn't count.

 

He watched Kagome for a moment, trying to prepare for talking to her when she was so obviously upset. Maybe she was trying to calm down?

 

He jerked involuntarily when he realized what was happening. He had been a wandering spirit, too, when he had died, and he knew what astral projection felt like. Damn if his cousin was projecting herself.

 

But that required magic, at the very least knowledge of magic. Had his cousin been hiding something from him all these years? Since he had rescued her?

 

He looked at her with a new light, as she jerked back into her body. He made no move to get up when he saw her glazed eyes staring at the ceiling. He suddenly had all new information and possibilities to sift through, and he was going to make sure that Kagome wasn't going to go anywhere while he did that. He was betting she had known exactly what had been going on in that alley. And if she did, that suddenly made her a very dangerous person.

 

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Well damn if I didn't get another chapter out. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this, and then I hit a nice run and had words pouring out. It was great. It all started with wanting to write a lemon. I'll go more into that in my blog, as things like that are the point of my blog. It is one page shorter than the last, but longer than usual, and I think better than the last couple have been. Please review and let me know what you think. Also, does anyone know why my word count is vastly different on mediaminer.org than on fanfiction.net? I believe fanfiction is closer to the actual number. Thanks, enjoy, BoxingKing.