InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Having It All ❯ Promise Made ( Chapter 5 )

Promise Made

Chapter 4

I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho.... If I did, Oh the fun I would have!!!

Jaken: On the set of Having It All. Get ready, the writer/producer/director will not be pleased if she has to do this over again.

Shippo: Jaken is such a kiss ass!

Kagome: Well what do you expect, he's in love with someone like Sesshoumaru. It's natural for him to take orders.

Shippo: Don't tell Sessh though! He'll kill um

Director/Writer/ Producer walks in. Everyone cowers in fear!

Chigirl: I hope everyone on the set is prepared today! I don't want any repeats of yesterday!!!! JAKEN? ARE THEY FUCKING READY OR WHAT????

Jaken:Y-yesss mistress. Ready and waiting for your command milady!

Chigirl: Good! (Looks around the set) WHERE THE HELL IS SANGO? SHE NEEDS TO BE LUBE UP FOR THIS SCENE. I DON'T WANT ANY FUCKING MISTAKES ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!

Sango: I'm ready and waiting. My makeups done and I was lubed five minutes ago.

Chigirl: Why you'd need help with a guy like Youko is beyond me. JAKEN!!!!!
HAVE KURAMA SENT TO MY TRAILOR WHEN HE'S DONE! SESSHOUMARU TOO! OH AND CHIGUY AND KOUGA AS WELL!!!!!

Kurama: I've been fluffed (Courtesy of Botan), now I ready to go. I see we'll be working together again, Sango. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Chigirl: She will, I'm sure! (Kurama checks out her ass as she walks pass. He heard her yelling at Jaken and can't wait for the scene to be over)

Chigirl: OKAY! I WANT ASSES SHAKIN! TITTIES JIGGLIN! AND COOCHIE POPPIN! I WANT PERFECTION DAMMIT!!!! I WANT ACTION IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO-

Inuyasha: (mutters under breath) Fic forcing bitch!
Jaken counts down one.

ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




The female taijiya swore under her breath, she had been fighting this abominable beast for over twenty minutes now. 'Since when has a centipede demon put up this much of a fight.' She thought as she gave Hiraikotsu another go at it. She'd cut off several legs, and stabbed it in so many places that it looked like a damned pin cushion, yet it still refused to go down. Sango was actually starting to break a sweat over a enemy that was normally child's play. She knew the villagers were probably watching from a safe distance, but thats not what bothered her. It was the fact that a mere lower level youkai such as this was making her look bad in front of 'him'.

When Sango arose the next morning, she hadn't expected Kurama to be next to her. But he was, and what was almost as surprising was the floral quilt he'd made for her. Cherry blossoms, orchids, lotus flowers, baby soft maple leaves, and of' course roses were woven in an unique pattern. Reds, purples, pinks, greens, and white blended and the splendid comforter was more breathtaking then anything Sango had ever seen. She was a simple girl, and to her this was far more beautiful than all the expensive jewelery and fine silks.

He'd given her a goodbye kiss that morning. A kiss that resulted in more of what happened the night before. Sango smiled a little when she thought about it ,as she fought the centipede. That had been three days prior. They'd made the forest their own personal Eden. With Kurama's help of' course, they eaten for the trees,fished from the rivers, bathe (normally together) in the springs, made love when and where ever the urge arose. It was heaven, or atleast what Sango thought heaven to be.

During the small amount of time and when they actually came up for air, Sango learned a great many things about the fox spirit. As time progressed there conversation topics deepened. She wasn't as appalled as most would be as he described his life. He was apart of a large group of bandits and as it was, Youko was second in ranks. He'd told her of the many priceless objects he'd lifted and shocked her further by releasing details of his childhood. Youko was an open book.

In tradition, when a lover shares their past, it is customary to share yours. Sango decided to start with her name then work her way up. They had made love four times already before she realized, he didn't know what she was called. She opened up to him rather quickly, telling him of her profession, her village and family. And one night, after a few very intense rounds, she felt comfortable enough to tell him the particulars of her mother's death.

She'd had long ago stopped feeling homesick. When she was with Kurama, nothing matter anymore. There were no unwritten rules that kept them separate. It didn't matter that she was human and he was youkai. They were truly free and it was the first time Sango had ever felt that way. They both knew what the inevitable was, and desperately tried to ignore it.

Sango was shaken out of her musings when her foe actually got close enough to wound her. It was a mere scrape, and it wouldn't have happened if she'd been paying attention, but would Youko see it as a sign to intervene? He'd clearly expressed his discomfort in her going to the village alone even after she'd explained that this particular species of demon carried no real threat, especially to a skilled exterminator. A white blur in the trees caught her attention, and Sango knew it would only be a moment before Youko made himself known. And that would totally open up another can of worms.

Though the rush of battle and the thrill of a earned kill exhilarated her to no end, the slayer knew it had to end now. Launching Hiraikotsu with all her strength Sango decapitated the giant bug before it could come any closer. Before the fox could come any closer. She wiped the sweat from her brow with her forearm as she walked to examine the corpse. Insects bodies were known to remain animated even after beheaded. Carefully looking over it's dead, and rather smelly body Sango noticed something sparkling near it's servered head. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be a small shard of glass. It's pinkish color reminded her of a story she'd once heard. About a mystical orb of great and terrible power. The Shikon no Tama. Rumor had it, the sacred jewel had somehow become shattered and the pieces were scattered throughout Japan.

“It would explain why the bastard was twice as fast and even harder to kill.” She muttered to herself, tucking the pink shard into a secret compartment of her slayer suit. She would need to get this to her father for confirmation. The villagers deeming it safe made began exiting their huts to praise the young woman who'd saved there village. She noticed the admiration in their eyes and smiles.

'Damn, I love being a taijiya!'

After refusing payment and lodging with meals, Sango made her way through the thick brush. She was searching for him, and with Youko's mischievous nature, knew he would not make it easy for her. Sango could practically feel his eyes follow her swaying hips. She would play his game. For a while that is. That battle had gotten her pretty worked up. After slaying, Sango usually had a lot of pent up frustration. Sexual frustration. She always thought it insane that well bathing off demon entrails, she had to pleasure herself. She was deeply ashamed, that something like blood and gore would arouse her to the point of unrest. It was a wonderful thing Youko was there. Now she had someone to take away the ache. Sango stopped by a bubbling hot spring. The seen was perfect and Sango wondered if Youko had anything to do with the landscape. He always seemed to be two steps ahead of her, and Sango liked not having to think of everything for a change. He finally spoke when she unbuckled the straps of her armor.

“Thought it was no big deal? I can smell your blood from here, you know.” Following the direction of his voice, Sango saw Youko casually resting on an high branch with his hands resting on his stomach. The ever present smirk in place, but she could see the teasing glint in his eyes. What a guy he was. Although Youko didn't talk much, everything was his eyes. At
first glance those enchanting golden orbs would seem cold, but Sango knew better. She looked deeper saw Youko the boy. The boy who was forced into a angry life before he could even decide. The boy who had just barely turned a man. He was playful and honest and sincere. She could feel his soul calling out to her. The connection they shared was unspoken, and neither felt the need for words. She could read him like a book.

Youko had watched her every movement as she fought the centipede. He would have never thought a human could move so graceful, elegant. Sango used a combination of brute force and techniques he'd never seen and Youko found himself captivated. It was almost like a dance, as every throw precise, each slash of her sword arced beautifully. If possible, he became more taken by her. Anger soared through him when she'd gotten injured and he fully intended to give the bastard that had dared touch her, the most painful few minutes possible before he sent him to hell. But Sango had taken care it, before he could react. His woman was so amazing.

Although the huntress was an enigma to him, Youko found himself trusting her completely. She'd confided in him, listened with patience and interest, and her overall presence was so soothing that the fox was more than content just to hold her close. Sango made him want to be a different person. A better person. She looked at him and saw more than a notorious bandit. She had such hope for him.

Youko watched as she left the village. Something was different about the huntress, her scent had changed. It was so strong that it became demanding. Her sweet arousal, it beckoned him like never before. Examining further, Youko noted the change in her breathing pattern. It almost sounded like she was slightly panting. He could feel the heat radiating off her body from a mile away, and her eyes were slightly glazed over. It was unmistakable, the battle made had excited her in more ways than one.

Youko found he had to restrain his inner beast. The part of him that wanted to wrestle the taijiya to the ground and push her body to it's limits. Human were so fragile, and he would never forgive himself if he'd hurt her. Youko often found himself testing her resistance to his claws and fangs. Demons didn't injure or scar that easily, where humans were practically made of rice paper.

She had stopped near the hot spring, and Kurama shifted his erection. He knew she would be better than before. Making love to Sango was alway sensational, each time being better than the last. But Youko knew it would be different this time. The blood was boiling in her veins, and her aura flared viciously. The slayer within comanded satisfaction, and he found himself unable to deny.

Youko remained in the trees as Sango continued to undress. At first he thought the huntress would ignore his question. Feigning disinterest, he watched as she a little too slowly unwrapped her chest bindings. The temptress plan seemed to work as his mouth began to water as those succulent globes sprang free, nipples already hardened.

“Well, I was slightly distracted. It happens sometimes, not often but sometimes.” Sango made a point not to meet his gaze as she stepped away from the last of her clothing. She gave an exaggerated stretch before flashing a breathtaking smile. Sango wondered how long it would take before he'd pounce on her. She licked her lips, even if Youko acted like he wasn't interested, it was a part of him that definitely was. It was standing proudly in his hakama as we speak.

Youko watched as she playfully jumped into the spring, ducking her head under water. He wondered just how long she'd stay under, until she suddenly sprang up. She was more beautiful than ever as her arched back made her breast he loved so much point towards the heavens. As she turned to face him, he could see the small nest of dark curls glistening with water. As much as Youko loved her breast, it was her backside that made him reach into his trousers to stroke himself. It was firm as it protruded confidently. It reminded him of apples. Her sleek body sparkled in the setting sun and Youko thought her a fallen angel as she splashed and giggled.

Sango looked to the tree the fox resided, and with her eyes she beckoned him. Within seconds Youko discarded his robes and was behind her. She sighed softly as he began to wash her. His hand brushed over her taut peak and she gasped. When it happened again, Sango knew that it was no accident. Giving up all pretenses, he began fondling her. Roaming hands covered every inch within reaching distance. When he found her pearl she cried out.

“Stop teasing Kurama! You know I can't take it.” He responded by suckling her ear and growled loudly when she began to grind her ass into his erection. He could feel it taking over, and had no wish to unleash his beast upon her. Founding a smooth flat rock, Youko sat down. Pulling her along while positioning his cock at her opening. He growled violently has she slid down until he was fully embeded.

Sango could barely breath let alone think, which was the normal reaction when ever he entered her. His growls vibrated through her bones as she began to slid up and down. It started out slow enough, him just enjoying the silkiness of her walls, but as Sango began to move faster, Youko's moans began to matched her own.

“Gods! You feel so good, don't stop. Please don't stop! The tension had built to an intolerable level and Sango knew her peak was coming soon. Moving almost recklessly, the bouncing slayer began screeching loudly as her climax threatened to rip her in two. She wasn't ready yet.

“Kurama! Wait! I-I don't want..URRGGHH!!! Sango cried out in pleasure, as every inch of her body clinched, but Youko wasn't done with her. Grabbing a hold of her waist, he lifted their soaking wet bodies from the water. Laying on his back, he lifted her dripping core to his mouth, forcing Sango to straddle his face. He drank her juices as he plunged his long tongue deeply within her pussy. She was whimpering now as her body began jerk and shutter uncontrollably.

The first time he'd drank from her, Youko was instantly addicted. She was so hot and juicy against his mouth, and she was sweeter than the ripest fruit. The slaying had made it that much more potent. Keeping her thighs firmly in check, he made sure there wasn't a repeat incident of the first time he'd eaten her kitty. She damned near gave him a concussion.

Sango ripped away from Youko's seeking mouth, and made to straddled his stiffened shaft again. Without warning, she plunged down quickly.

Youko howled in pleasure as his human woman began riding him fast and hard. Her finger nails left bloody furrows on the skin of his chest.

“OH GODS! FUCK ME DEMON! FUCK ME HARD!!!!” Her cries were like music to his ears as he began thrusting upwards to meet her. He was peaking, and he was peaking fast. His claws dug into her hips as he violently pumped. The only thing he could hear was the light smacking of her of her inner walls as his large girth worked her. He could feel her nectar flowing down his dick unto his ass, and the way her walls clinched he could tell that she was cumming again.

“Hmmm.... SHIT WOMAN!!!”

Youko came harder, than he'd ever in his life. His body continued to jerk as he poured into her. Never in his long life had he ever felt anything so intense. His whole body was alive as her pussy spasmed around him. Sango's back arched sharply before collapsing on his chest.

“How do you feel”, he questioned. At her satisfied smile, Youko sat up bringing her with him.

“Good! Cause I'm not done with you yet.” Sango's eyes widened as he encircled his waist with her legs. He was still hard inside her, and when the first thrust was initiated he gasped loudly. This time Youko didn't even pretend to try and be gentle. It's not like she wanted him to anyway.

“You wanted me to fuck you, so here it is” he gripped he hips once more to make her slide along him. As their dance became more savage, his claws pierced her, a grunt was his only indication she that felt it. They moved together for sometime and when Youko looked into her eyes, he began to panic.

What was it about her? He'd bedded females before, but this was so much more significant. Why did he ache when she smiled? One look was all it took for her to fell him. Her innocences, yet ferociousness called out to him and Youko found it all to easy to drown. Parting ways plagued upon him heavily. It should have been so simple, but he found leaving her the morning after their first encounter impossible. So he did the only thing he knew would make her stay as well.

Now as he looked into a pair of mahogany eyes, the only pair he'd ever seen, he wondered if Sango was a demon herself. This wasn't natural. She made him feel things. Things he had no right to feel. It wasn't right, he was to deep. Warning from deep within told him to hold back. That he should save a part of himself. He headed although he hated to do so. He wanted nothing more than to be devoured by her.

Youko began straining to keep the red from his sight. He'd bitten his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and Sango licked the thin trail slowly from chin to his mouth. The beast was demanding that she take her. That she was rightfully his, and she should be marked as such. He hugged her close to him and buried his face in her neck instead. Kurama wondered if Sango knew how close she'd come to being marked as his life mate.

Using a single claw to puncture the junction between her neck and shoulder, he watched in fasination as the two thin streams of blood flowed, one down her cleavage and the other to the tip of her nipple. Making quick work of the first line he moved to the other. As soon as his lips made contact with her nipple she arched her back until she met the ground. Sango cried out her third orgasm, and he continued to work her lower half as she was still perched on his lap. Seconds later, Youko followed her. Collapsing on top of her, he tried to calm his breathing and gain control of his body. Looking down at his Sango, she was trying to do the same. Leaning forward to capture her lips, he kissed her had deeply as his soul allowed.

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Sango hated surprises. It was the patience part that got to her. Riding on Youko's back, blind folded worsened the matter. After a short nap and long bath he'd stated that there was something he wanted her to see. She gave him an odd look when held presented her with sash of her slayer suit.

“For your eyes” he clarified. Sango recoiled visibly, Youko noticed and tried not let the hurt be seen, but Sango caught it and immediately wanted to erase the barrier she put in place. Turning around she motioned for him to apply the blind fold. Once secure, he grasped her to him.

“Thank you for trusting me.” Sango shivered as he placed a soft kiss on her ear and another on her neck.

They seemed to walk forever until Youko came to a stop. After gently removing her from his person, he removed the blind fold and Sango gasped. Every beautiful flower that she'd ever seen was in the valley. From were they were standing Sango swore that if she walked close enough, she could reach out and touched the moon. It was set that low in the sky. Wearing nothing but his haori, she began to run and dance about the field. It wasn't long before Youko swept her into his arms and began spinning around. They laughed and kissed and held each other for all they were worth. Kurama finally lowered her to the ground until the were laying in the field, with him resting above her. Gods she was beautiful! More than anything he'd ever seen he thought as he removed a stray lock of hair from her face. He had brought her here for a reason, it was best to get on with it.

“Sango, I'll be returning to Makai soon.” He study her reaction. He silently said a prayer, even though he didn't believe in such things.

“I know. It's probably best that I return as well.” Sango turned away, not wanting him to see her expression. She didn't want him to see the tears. She'd known this would come. But somehow still wasn't prepared. She finally looked to Youko. She tell he was gaging her reaction. She wished this wasn't so. She found herself longing for him to be human. It would all be so simple if he were. Her father would have no problem excepting Youko. His parents didn't exactly welcome her mother with open arms, so he would be sympathetic.

Sango couldn't imagine what things would be like without him around. A few tears escaped as she closed her eyes and clutched him to her. This hurt too much. Gods, it wasn't fair. Youko held her just as tightly as he wipe a way the salty trails. The thought of being separated, terrified her as well. Maybe she'd agree then.

“Sango, I want you to come with me. Want you by my side always.” Sango's eyes went wide at his statement. He wanted her to stay with him. She had hoped what they shared meant more to him than just sex, and now he'd just confirmed it. Lost in thought she completely forgot to answer him, as a new batch of tears streamed down her face. Youko smelled the saltiness and wondered what had upset her. She seemed to be breathing irregularly and she buried her face into his neck. Did she want to tell him no? She hadn't answered him yet and he began to get nervous. Pulling away a bit to look at her, Youko gently grab her chin to make her meet his eyes. His breath caught in his throat at her expression.
She was smiling, and those tears were of joy. She smiled through her tears and looked at him.

“I want to come with you too. I love you, Kurama.”Sango's voice was nothing more than a whisper as she studied his face for reaction. When she uttered the words her heart so longed to speak, Youko looked almost shocked.

He didn't know how to respond. Those had never been spoken to him. For a moment all he could do was focus on what she'd said. Youko's brow was furrowed, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide and questioning. The shift came so sudden that it took him by surprise. Something within him moved and Youko wasn't quite sure what it was. His chest ached and his eyes burned. He had never been one for emotions, but when his woman declared her feelings towards him, Youko experienced something. His heart beat rapidly, it almost hurt to breath, and every nerve in his body was alive.

With a whimper, he crashed his lips to her, forcing himself in her mouth. She was so sweet, as he thoroughly explored her. His knee opened her legs and he settled himself comfortably. He would not rush this. Youko wanted to take his time with her. Show her what she meant to him with his body. Removing all the garments kept them separate, the two lovers were engulfed in warmth.

Sango took pleasure in his unhurried kiss and caresses. The moisture had long ago gathered in her core and she briefly wondered had Kurama used his magics on her. She was always ready for him. Had he used demon magic to possess her, looking into those honey colored eyes that she loved so much, she knew she'd fallen in love with Youko on her own accord. He was being so tender now and when he entered she couldn't help the tears that escaped. Sango never really believed in soul mates, but Youko had shown her that it was possible. With him anything was possible.

They began gasping and moaning when he began to move within her. Without breaking eye contact he made love to her slowly and carefully. He wanted to show her. Show things could always be this way if she'd never leave his side. Needing reassurance, he questioned her.

“Promise me” Youko asked never halting his movements. “Promise me that you'll always be mine. Promise that I can keep you.” She was so wet and tight around him. It made it hard to focus, but he needed her promise.

“I s-swear it Youko, I-I'm yours and I n-never leave.” He was deep within her now using extremely long, slow strokes. She could feel her soul binding to his as they continued the never ending dance. She leaned forward and captured his lips in a soul searing kiss, she felt him return it carefully. Her heart was so full. They would be together forever. He would forever be a part of her.

Youko continued his movements as she grasped him firmly to her. He swore he could feel their hearts beating in sync. She was his, and thats all that mattered, there was no need to with hold anything from her. At that moment he completely gave himself to her. All the mystical trinkets and talisman had no meaning. He'd wanted to become what she believed him to be. Live a quiet life with Sango by his side. He would take excellent care of his mate. Provide for her in every way. Protect her. She would never have to exterminate again. As Kurama moved faster both began moaning loudly and calling out. Her name fell from his lips over and over as he strived to bring them both to completion.

Sango's walls began spasming violently about his harden length. She was crying out, begging for him now and it it proved to be too much for Kurama. Her climax hit like a bolt of lightning. She shook, clamped her eyes shut as she continued to sqeeze him. She could feel his shuttering and his hot seed shooting into her.

When completion came, Youko closed his eyes and buried his face into her neck, inhaling her confronting scent. The moment he released inside her, The Bandit Youko Kurama died.

And was reborn through Sango's eyes.




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The soft thud of her heart and even breathing relaxed him. Youko laid on his back while Sango covered his body with her own. The silkiness of her hair parted like water as her ran his fingers through the mass. He allowed the other hand to wander over the smooth curves of her body.

He'd never really had a home. A place to lay his head but nowhere Youko felt comfortable enough to rest. It didn't matter now, because Sango was his home. The days of plundering and destruction were over for him. He would find a nice, quiet, uninhabited place in Makai for himself and his choosen mate. He'd have to mark after they arrived in demon world though, Youko didn't want her weak for the journey. He wished he had the strength to express his feelings, to tell her that he loved her as well. His heart felt as if would burst any moment. A slight tickling made him raise a hand to his face, and it returned moist.
“Interesting” he muttered. This was the first time he'd cried. Since he was a kit anyways. He rolled the tear between his finger tips. It was strange, because he was content.

'Maybe this what she felt earlier', he thought as he kissed the crown of her head. Youko smiled as a few more tears escaped and held her tightly to him. The smalls sounds she made lulled him to slumber.

The would leave for Makai in the morning.









For those who hadn't picked up, this is the young Youko Kurama. Not the stoic bandit prince we all know and love. But do not despair, his viciousness is gonna rear it's ugly head soon enough. So before you say he's to OOC, theres a reason dammit!

Gods this chapter was a tough bastard!!!!!

Thank you to all who took the time to review! Trust me, they keep me writing. At first I thought know one cared until I saw the stats for this story. At least people are reading.

I hope you enjoy the latest edition and as always please review no matter if you like what you read or not. I'm open for suggestions.

P.S I want to dedicate all my lemony inspirations to Chiguy!