InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Over Me ❯ Prudish Miko ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Taking over Me

Summary- He couldn't remember, She couldn't forget. He was hers....He just didn't know it yet, and neither did she. KagomeXYoukoXKurama

Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha or Yu yu hakusho, The honor belongs to the Authors: Rumiko Takashi and Yoshihiro Togashi.

Chapter Three: Prudish Miko

Youko Kurama was not an Idiot.

Curious, yes. Playful? Most definitely! He was a Kitsune; it was his nature to be playful and mischievous.

But an Idiot?

Most certainly not!

But that didn't explain why he felt like an idiot at this very moment.

Confused?

Let's go back to. . .about an hour and a half ago.

- - -

Youko Kurama was curious. Curiosity was his nature. But it also led to a lot of trouble.

Miko's. What was it about them? Did they stay pure forever? Were they immortal like he?

He watched from his perch in the trees as the miko below played with the village children. She was a pretty little thing with brown eyes and dark black hair, but a stern aura flowed about her. He smirked as she scolded a naughty child.The brat deserved it.

She suddenly tensed and reached for her bow, shooing the children away. The children seemed hesitant but did as she bid them. Once all the children were gone she called out to him. "Come out, Youkai!"

He grinned foxily and hopped down.

She nocked an arrow and pointed. "Explain." He chuckled and stepped closer. She raised her bow and charged her arrow.

"I merely wish for you to answer some questions that have been plaguing me." He was in no hurry to be purified. She lowered her bow with the arrow held loosely between her fingers, ready to fire at any moment.

"Do you humans have to stay pure to be miko's?" She seemed confused, so he elaborated.

Mistake number one.

"Are you a virgin?" A tick in her eye should have been his first warning. But he continued on. Poor sap. "Do you stay pure if you're ravished?" He gave a seductive smile. "Or do you need to stay a virgin to keep your powers?" The tick turned into a full blown twitch.

His charm didn't work on this miko, obviously.

Ah, what harm could she do to him anyway? She was a mere miko and he was the great Youko Kurama! The King of Thieves! He was almost unstoppable. Key word: almost.

Mistake number two: Never underestimate your opponent.

Thunk! Youko ducked as she lashed out, a kunai embedding itself in the tree behind him. "Woman! Are you mad? That could have hurt me." He raised a brow and folded his arms across his chest. This miko was insane. Didn't she know that once you made Youko Kurama your enemy it stayed that way? Did she have a death wish? Obviously so.

The miko was mad, no. Furious! How dare that. . .that wretched youkai! Questioning the purity of a miko was a grave insult and she would make sure he regretted it! "Exactly what I had in mind, Youkai. Now die!" With a flick of the wrist she let her arrow fly, watching with satisfaction as it hit it's intended mark.

He had never felt pain such as this. Purification was something he would wish to never experience again. With a hiss he jerked his hand away from the arrow shaft and watched in morbid fascination as his skin blackened with the miko's purity. So this is the power of a miko.

He frowned and turned a frosty glare on the insufferable wench that dared harm him. "You've signed your death warrant, wench."

"At the risk of sounding childish, You started it!" The miko snuffed. He, being the michievous kitsune he was, stuck his tongue out at her.

"Despicable cur!" With that she hurled something he'd never expected from a miko. Kunai. They pierced his flesh with surprising force and he wondered vaguely how. How did she hit me? Has my power drained at such a rate that my speed has become impaired? Deciding that these theories could be examined in his cave, where he was safe, away from psychotic miko's wielding kunai, warm and safe away in his hideout, and did he mention away from kunai wielding psychotic wenches?

.....Where was I? Oh yes!

"I assure you. You will regret making me your enemy, miko."

He fled. And the pissed off Miko screamed after him. He'd never known miko's to curse. I suppose you learn something new every day.

- - -

Now tucked safely away in his cave, Youko thought. Or... he would have been thinking if he wasn't in such excruciating pain that was purification.

He felt such a fool.

His plants would not work for him. The most he could do to protect himself was use his youki to create a barrier around his cave.

"Is this how the great King of thieves will die?" He questioned the emptiness of his cave. He chuckled bitterly and listened intently as it echoed around him. "Such a way to depart; it is most disgraceful." A sharp bolt of pain caused him to grimace and he spoke once more, "If only my father could see me now. Oh how he would react. First he would laugh, then he'd spit at me and tell me I was pathetic. A disappointment to the silver clan he would always say. Ha!" He grinned a little, lost in childhood memories and old bitter thoughts.

"Get up!" A boy of what looked to be five years looked up with teary eyes. "I'm sorry, Father." The man, now known as the boys father, sneered. "You're pathetic! When I was your age I was already off hunting with my kin, why is it you cannot harness this simple task?" The boy whimpered from his place on his knees and curled in on himself.

". . .It's hard."

His father flashed his fangs. "You are of pure silver blood! And yet!" The boy flinched. "And yet you cannot harness the power of the rose." The ancient kitsune looked down his nose at the whip by his son's slippered feet. "A whip is a weapon not meant for a kitsune."

Youko looked up, "B...but I heard around the clan that the Inu's have used the whip as a lethal weapon, Father." A harsh bark of laughter met his statement and he cringed for the blow soon to come. It did. He bit his tongue to keep the yelp of pain at bay.

"The Inu clan are not Kitsune!"

His father never was one for weakness and he, out of all of the kitsune clan, was the weakest. Being his father's son and being the weakest was not tolerable. While the other kits were out playing and having fun, he was training to take over after his father.

"Father," Youko started in his small voice. "Hm? What is it boy? Speak up!" Youko looked down and his shoulders slumped with his sigh.

"....Nothing, Father. I'm sorry."

Youko scowled. If his father wasn't dead he would have killed him himself. His father had thought himself so powerful. Obviously he wasn't powerful enough to fend off hunters. He mused as he raked his fingers through the pelt underneath him. Suddenly he tensed. There was an energy that wasn't his own lurking around in his forest at a remotely fast pace. And it was headed toward his cave.

With a determined air he stood from his slumped position and made his way out of all the hidden passages in his lair to the very front of the cave where the wall gave in to his treasury. His chamber was in the very back, right next to his treasury. It was where he kept things of value. Things he stole.

It was when he reached the beginning of the large cave it happened. He stumbled. With a pained grunt he landed on a pedestal and watched as his blood puddled beneath him. He growled and reached for the glowing arrow shaft only to be staved off by the pure energy once more. Little did he know that his power was not being drained by the arrow itself but the kunai embedded deep in his skin.

"Blasted miko!" He growled as he writhed on the cold stone.