InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Heart Within ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 4 )
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By: YoukaiFate 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.12.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 542 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.12.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 542 | Status: Completed
THE HEART WITHIN
Summary: Granted Kagura’s heart by the surgeon Shigure, Sango has finally reached Makai after 500 years of waiting for her chance at revenge. But what awaits her in the demon realm? New friends or old enemies? (IY/YYH crossover)
A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews. Just-me172007, I might have to take you up on that awesome suggestion of a FMM. The more I write on this story, the more intriguing a three-way KuramaXSangoXHiei sounds. It’s got my hentai juice all drooling. (leer) MeLaiya, thank you for your sweet review, and I can understand how having Sango called “Anei” can be distracting, but I promise there is a reason for it. :o) Fate
WARNING! SPOILERS FOR YYH BLACK AND THE THREE KINGS SAGA!
Chapter Three
“You can let go of your sword now, girl, whoever you are.” Hiei’s voice dripped with icy scorn as his sharp gaze flicked from her gripped hilt, then up to hers. She glared back at him, fingers tensing slightly as her knuckles whitened.
“Hiei---” Kurama stood up himself, not certain if he should be amused or alarmed at the sudden situation.
“Only a fool would dare,” he hissed in warning, and her nostrils flared slightly as he pressed home his point by pressing the sword slightly harder against her white throat. Her eyes glittered and then glanced away, trying to spot some advantage she could turn to her own benefit.
“Won’t work, you know,” Hiei said almost conversationally, though his voice was cold, “I’m too fast for you, girl. You’ll be shorter by a head if you try.”
Yusuke had fallen over laughing, his fist beating the ground as he gasped on his own hoarse chuckles. “Oh, god, it’s just too perfect!”
“Care to explain, human?” Hiei growled at him, still holding his sword steady.
“Yusuke, you’re not helping,” Kurama chided.
“God, can’t you see it?” Yusuke wiped tears from his eyes. “Just look at them, both glaring at each other, their coats all swirling around like some bad melodrama on TV. What’s even funnier, Hiei finally found someone his own size to pick on!” He fell over, holding his stomach as he howled.
“He’s such a comedian.” Hiei abruptly stepped away, dropping the point of his sword from the girl’s neck. She drew back, one hand still on her hilt as the other disappeared within the folds of her cloak.
“You can go kill him now,” he said with a poignant glare in the other boy’s direction. “You have my permission.”
“You’re permission?” she hissed, eyes narrowing angrily as she flicked three metal-bladed stars between the fingers of her hidden hand, ready to throw them as needed.
Sheathing his sword, the fire youkai ignored her, looking to Kurama instead to explain. “Care to tell me what is going on?”
“Only if you promise to play nice!” Yusuke taunted, still laughing.
Both demons glared at him, before Kurama turned back to the girl with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Anei. Our friend Hiei is just a little bit protective.”
“Hn.” Hiei’s red eyes swung back to rest on her, watching as she slowly straightened, her look still suspicious. Folding his arms, he leaned back against the tree behind him as her grip finally left her sword. She twitched away from Kurama’s hand, which he had extended palm-up in her direction to show they meant her no harm. Fluidly turning the gesture into a casual wave in the others’ direction, the urbane fox said smoothly, “Allow me to introduce everyone.”
“That would be nice.” Hiei’s words were caustic, causing Yusuke to snigger and choke on a muffled guffaw. Glaring down at the Mazoku heir, the fire demon muttered, “Fool.”
“Although this is a bit late, Anei, that is our friend Hiei. Hiei, this is Anei, a Spirit World agent---”
“Former agent,” Sango replied sharply, neatly dropping the stars back into an inside pocket with hardly a ripple to betray the motion. Perhaps she was foolish to trust them, but she had given her word to the fox demon that she would not kill them. *For now.*
“Ah, yes, pardon me, a former Spirit World agent.”
“Let me guess, you were one of those pathetic human detectives like Mr. Seizure over here?” Hiei sneered.
“Not---exactly,” Kurama smiled.
“What do you mean, human?” Yusuke finally stopped laughing long enough to smirk. “What happened, Hiei, you’re demon sense turn off with your energy? Can’t you tell she’s not all human?”
Eyes narrowing, the fire apparition expanded his senses. At first glance, the girl seemed nothing more than what she was---a girl, no matter how beautiful, still human and thus beneath notice. But as he continued to stare, she seemed to grow riled by his cold glance, and he suddenly felt an incredible aura leaping out of her in angry swirls of agitated energy.
“Hn.” If he was reading her aura right, then she was some kind of wind apparition, but the signature seemed somehow blurry and indistinct. Never one to leave something unknown until he understood it fully, he concentrated, using his third eye to see her for what she truly was A faint green glow appeared behind the white bandana tied around his forehead, and her gaze fell on it, as if held in thrall by the shimmering iridescence.
Penetrating the outer picture of a short, slender girl with a stubborn chin and flashing brown eyes, he saw the distinct energy patterns that swirled around her, and was startled as he noted the demonic heart that beat inside her chest, the rhythm quickening as if she felt his sudden interest. He could see the demonic blood flowing through her veins, flooding the pathways of her body with a shimmering essence that fueled a mixed aura that was both human and demon, and yet of neither. Her energies seemed to flow around her, instead of through her, and he sneered, because the obvious answer was that she had no knowledge or control over them.
*How pathetic. What a waste.* Her untapped demon potential was something ridiculously strong, and something she was completely unaware of, unless he guessed wrong.
“Who gave you a demon heart and then never bothered to teach you how to use it?” he demanded, wanting answers.
“That is none of your business,” she snapped, folding the edges of her cloak over her slender frame with a hard jerk.
Hiei’s eyes narrowed at her defiance. Enforcing his command with telepathy, he snarled, “Tell me.”
“Woah!” Yusuke stared from one to the other, taken aback by the hard look in the demon’s eyes and the white, set face of the girl.
“No.” Unbelievably, she defied him, wrapping herself in a barrier of protection by drawing her aura in almost by instinct. It was hardly elegant, with no touch of true awareness of what she was doing, but it was powerful. Powerful enough to shield her from his influence.
“Hiei!” Kurama laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Stop this. You’re hardly reassuring her by demanding to know what she’s about.”
“Hell, Kurama, we’ve been trying to find that out for the last few hours!” Yusuke grimaced, running a hand through the messy tangles of his shorn head. Hair stuck out everywhere, curling slightly at the ends, and he wished he had a bottle of gel so that he could slick it back and get it off his forehead.
“Maybe we all have some explaining to do,” Kurama said, trying to ease the tension as he sat back down on his tree root. “Please, sit,” he invited, when the girl hesitated.
“Yeah, it’s too dark to go anywhere right now.” Yusuke sprawled beside him, idly picking at the grass and tossing it aside at random. Hiei remained standing, leaning against his chosen tree with no apparent intention of moving any time soon.
“How much do you know about us?” Kurama asked, green eyes imploring her to stay.
“Not much.” Her expression was guarded, but she finally sat back down, folding her legs gracefully beneath her. The ends of her cloak pooled around her, melting into the shadows the orange firelight could not penetrate.
“So they sent you to kill me without even telling you who I am?” Yusuke looked staggered at the thought, though it might have been more from the fact that they hadn’t thought it worth mentioning rather than the fact that they didn’t.
“This grows interesting,” Hiei muttered, eyes boring into the girl across from him.
“I know you are the descendant of a S-class demon, and that spirit world fears what your power will do in the Ningenkai. I know the SDF was sent to kill you, and when they failed, an assassin was sent to finish the job.”
“An assassin?” Hiei growled.
“Anei is---was---a demon assassin in the King’s employ,” Kurama supplied, before turning his gaze back to the girl, who only shrugged.
“I wasn’t the one ordered to go---that was Shi. I intercepted the message, and decided to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“I see.” Kurama nodded. “Koenma mentioned before he left---”
“You’ll need to fill me in on that, too,” Hiei said icily.
“My apologies, Hiei---”
“Oh, get off it. Sheesh, demon, you sure miss a lot whenever you pass out. Listen, Koenma and Kuwabara left on Puu to return to the human world. We decided to stay here and track down that ass hole who took over my body during the fight with Sensui---”
“What?” Hiei stiffened, his eyes glaring down at the sprawling boy.
“Damn---you slept through that, too?” Yusuke choked.
“Hiei, Yusuke told us that it wasn’t he who fired that last blast of energy, killing Sensui. It was this ancestor of his, who seems to still be living somewhere here in demon world. He somehow took possession of Yusuke’s body during the fight and finished it without Yusuke even being aware of what was happening.”
“He possessed you?” Sango interrupted, her eyes intense. “Controlled your body, while leaving your mind unaware of what was going on?”
“Hn,” Hiei smirked. “That would be easy enough, I should think, given the fact that you don‘t use have the wasted space in that thick head of yours, Yusuke.”
“What was that, three eyes!”
“I said---”
“There would need to be some sort of tie between the one controlling the mind and the mind taken over, though,“ Kurama hastily interrupted their quarrel with a quick return to the topic at hand. “Perhaps it was your shared blood, Yusuke. How did you know it was your ancestor?”
“Hmph,” Yusuke sneered. “I knew.”
“You saw him?” Kurama pressed.
“Hell, yeah, I saw him!” Yusuke snarled.
“What did he look like?”
They all turned to the girl, who they had almost half-forgotten was still there. Her eyes were dark, her body taut as if her whole attention were focused on his answer.
“Shit if I know.” Yusuke ran a hand through his short, tangled hair.
Her eyes widened, and then narrowed dangerously as the ex-detective grinned unabashedly. “Ha, ha---gotcha!”
Hiei and Kurama exchanged looks before the fox demon said dryly, “That was a little unnecessary, don’t you think?”
Yusuke shrugged, still grinning. “How could I help myself? She was just so damn serious about it.”
“Yusuke.” Kurama shook his head, both amused and impatient with the boy’s insensitivity.
“Tell me---did he have long, wavy black hair and red eyes? Did he wear a mask, like the face of a white baboon? Did he have tentacles, or the limbs of an insect or spider?” The girl pressed, her voice harsh, her eyes almost black in their single-minded intensity. She sat tensed, as if for battle, and there was a darkening swirl to the shadows around her, as her demon energies coalesced around her in silent anger.
“What the hell? What kind of ugly-ass demon is that?” Yusuke looked appalled at the mental image conjured up in his brain.
“I take it, then, that was not what you saw,” Kurama commented dryly.
“Hell, no, it wasn’t!” Yusuke shuddered. “That blond hair-freak was bad enough without having some spider-monkey-baboon-thingie crawling around inside my head.”
They stared at the girl, who had sat back, tension suddenly released. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, for she bit her lip and her expression grew remote. She nodded slightly, and then abruptly stood up in a single, fluid motion as she drew her black hood up to drape around her face and shoulders. Hiei’s red eyes narrowed and Kurama raised a questioning brow, surprised by the suddenness of her action.
“Thank you,” she said, bowing slightly, and then seemed to melt into the shadows just behind the flickering firelight from one moment to the next.
“Hey---wait a minute!”
Yusuke jumped to his feet, the protest hardly leaving his lips before Hiei interrupted with acidic amusement, “Don’t bother, Detective. She’s already gone.”
“Well. That was sudden.” Kurama blinked.
“Yeah.” Yusuke’s thick brows drew down. “And I don’t like it.”
“Hn. Not your concern,” Hiei said, bored already with the useless topic.
“Perhaps.” Kurama looked broodingly into the fire, green eyes troubled.
Summary: Granted Kagura’s heart by the surgeon Shigure, Sango has finally reached Makai after 500 years of waiting for her chance at revenge. But what awaits her in the demon realm? New friends or old enemies? (IY/YYH crossover)
A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews. Just-me172007, I might have to take you up on that awesome suggestion of a FMM. The more I write on this story, the more intriguing a three-way KuramaXSangoXHiei sounds. It’s got my hentai juice all drooling. (leer) MeLaiya, thank you for your sweet review, and I can understand how having Sango called “Anei” can be distracting, but I promise there is a reason for it. :o) Fate
WARNING! SPOILERS FOR YYH BLACK AND THE THREE KINGS SAGA!
Chapter Three
“You can let go of your sword now, girl, whoever you are.” Hiei’s voice dripped with icy scorn as his sharp gaze flicked from her gripped hilt, then up to hers. She glared back at him, fingers tensing slightly as her knuckles whitened.
“Hiei---” Kurama stood up himself, not certain if he should be amused or alarmed at the sudden situation.
“Only a fool would dare,” he hissed in warning, and her nostrils flared slightly as he pressed home his point by pressing the sword slightly harder against her white throat. Her eyes glittered and then glanced away, trying to spot some advantage she could turn to her own benefit.
“Won’t work, you know,” Hiei said almost conversationally, though his voice was cold, “I’m too fast for you, girl. You’ll be shorter by a head if you try.”
Yusuke had fallen over laughing, his fist beating the ground as he gasped on his own hoarse chuckles. “Oh, god, it’s just too perfect!”
“Care to explain, human?” Hiei growled at him, still holding his sword steady.
“Yusuke, you’re not helping,” Kurama chided.
“God, can’t you see it?” Yusuke wiped tears from his eyes. “Just look at them, both glaring at each other, their coats all swirling around like some bad melodrama on TV. What’s even funnier, Hiei finally found someone his own size to pick on!” He fell over, holding his stomach as he howled.
“He’s such a comedian.” Hiei abruptly stepped away, dropping the point of his sword from the girl’s neck. She drew back, one hand still on her hilt as the other disappeared within the folds of her cloak.
“You can go kill him now,” he said with a poignant glare in the other boy’s direction. “You have my permission.”
“You’re permission?” she hissed, eyes narrowing angrily as she flicked three metal-bladed stars between the fingers of her hidden hand, ready to throw them as needed.
Sheathing his sword, the fire youkai ignored her, looking to Kurama instead to explain. “Care to tell me what is going on?”
“Only if you promise to play nice!” Yusuke taunted, still laughing.
Both demons glared at him, before Kurama turned back to the girl with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Anei. Our friend Hiei is just a little bit protective.”
“Hn.” Hiei’s red eyes swung back to rest on her, watching as she slowly straightened, her look still suspicious. Folding his arms, he leaned back against the tree behind him as her grip finally left her sword. She twitched away from Kurama’s hand, which he had extended palm-up in her direction to show they meant her no harm. Fluidly turning the gesture into a casual wave in the others’ direction, the urbane fox said smoothly, “Allow me to introduce everyone.”
“That would be nice.” Hiei’s words were caustic, causing Yusuke to snigger and choke on a muffled guffaw. Glaring down at the Mazoku heir, the fire demon muttered, “Fool.”
“Although this is a bit late, Anei, that is our friend Hiei. Hiei, this is Anei, a Spirit World agent---”
“Former agent,” Sango replied sharply, neatly dropping the stars back into an inside pocket with hardly a ripple to betray the motion. Perhaps she was foolish to trust them, but she had given her word to the fox demon that she would not kill them. *For now.*
“Ah, yes, pardon me, a former Spirit World agent.”
“Let me guess, you were one of those pathetic human detectives like Mr. Seizure over here?” Hiei sneered.
“Not---exactly,” Kurama smiled.
“What do you mean, human?” Yusuke finally stopped laughing long enough to smirk. “What happened, Hiei, you’re demon sense turn off with your energy? Can’t you tell she’s not all human?”
Eyes narrowing, the fire apparition expanded his senses. At first glance, the girl seemed nothing more than what she was---a girl, no matter how beautiful, still human and thus beneath notice. But as he continued to stare, she seemed to grow riled by his cold glance, and he suddenly felt an incredible aura leaping out of her in angry swirls of agitated energy.
“Hn.” If he was reading her aura right, then she was some kind of wind apparition, but the signature seemed somehow blurry and indistinct. Never one to leave something unknown until he understood it fully, he concentrated, using his third eye to see her for what she truly was A faint green glow appeared behind the white bandana tied around his forehead, and her gaze fell on it, as if held in thrall by the shimmering iridescence.
Penetrating the outer picture of a short, slender girl with a stubborn chin and flashing brown eyes, he saw the distinct energy patterns that swirled around her, and was startled as he noted the demonic heart that beat inside her chest, the rhythm quickening as if she felt his sudden interest. He could see the demonic blood flowing through her veins, flooding the pathways of her body with a shimmering essence that fueled a mixed aura that was both human and demon, and yet of neither. Her energies seemed to flow around her, instead of through her, and he sneered, because the obvious answer was that she had no knowledge or control over them.
*How pathetic. What a waste.* Her untapped demon potential was something ridiculously strong, and something she was completely unaware of, unless he guessed wrong.
“Who gave you a demon heart and then never bothered to teach you how to use it?” he demanded, wanting answers.
“That is none of your business,” she snapped, folding the edges of her cloak over her slender frame with a hard jerk.
Hiei’s eyes narrowed at her defiance. Enforcing his command with telepathy, he snarled, “Tell me.”
“Woah!” Yusuke stared from one to the other, taken aback by the hard look in the demon’s eyes and the white, set face of the girl.
“No.” Unbelievably, she defied him, wrapping herself in a barrier of protection by drawing her aura in almost by instinct. It was hardly elegant, with no touch of true awareness of what she was doing, but it was powerful. Powerful enough to shield her from his influence.
“Hiei!” Kurama laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Stop this. You’re hardly reassuring her by demanding to know what she’s about.”
“Hell, Kurama, we’ve been trying to find that out for the last few hours!” Yusuke grimaced, running a hand through the messy tangles of his shorn head. Hair stuck out everywhere, curling slightly at the ends, and he wished he had a bottle of gel so that he could slick it back and get it off his forehead.
“Maybe we all have some explaining to do,” Kurama said, trying to ease the tension as he sat back down on his tree root. “Please, sit,” he invited, when the girl hesitated.
“Yeah, it’s too dark to go anywhere right now.” Yusuke sprawled beside him, idly picking at the grass and tossing it aside at random. Hiei remained standing, leaning against his chosen tree with no apparent intention of moving any time soon.
“How much do you know about us?” Kurama asked, green eyes imploring her to stay.
“Not much.” Her expression was guarded, but she finally sat back down, folding her legs gracefully beneath her. The ends of her cloak pooled around her, melting into the shadows the orange firelight could not penetrate.
“So they sent you to kill me without even telling you who I am?” Yusuke looked staggered at the thought, though it might have been more from the fact that they hadn’t thought it worth mentioning rather than the fact that they didn’t.
“This grows interesting,” Hiei muttered, eyes boring into the girl across from him.
“I know you are the descendant of a S-class demon, and that spirit world fears what your power will do in the Ningenkai. I know the SDF was sent to kill you, and when they failed, an assassin was sent to finish the job.”
“An assassin?” Hiei growled.
“Anei is---was---a demon assassin in the King’s employ,” Kurama supplied, before turning his gaze back to the girl, who only shrugged.
“I wasn’t the one ordered to go---that was Shi. I intercepted the message, and decided to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“I see.” Kurama nodded. “Koenma mentioned before he left---”
“You’ll need to fill me in on that, too,” Hiei said icily.
“My apologies, Hiei---”
“Oh, get off it. Sheesh, demon, you sure miss a lot whenever you pass out. Listen, Koenma and Kuwabara left on Puu to return to the human world. We decided to stay here and track down that ass hole who took over my body during the fight with Sensui---”
“What?” Hiei stiffened, his eyes glaring down at the sprawling boy.
“Damn---you slept through that, too?” Yusuke choked.
“Hiei, Yusuke told us that it wasn’t he who fired that last blast of energy, killing Sensui. It was this ancestor of his, who seems to still be living somewhere here in demon world. He somehow took possession of Yusuke’s body during the fight and finished it without Yusuke even being aware of what was happening.”
“He possessed you?” Sango interrupted, her eyes intense. “Controlled your body, while leaving your mind unaware of what was going on?”
“Hn,” Hiei smirked. “That would be easy enough, I should think, given the fact that you don‘t use have the wasted space in that thick head of yours, Yusuke.”
“What was that, three eyes!”
“I said---”
“There would need to be some sort of tie between the one controlling the mind and the mind taken over, though,“ Kurama hastily interrupted their quarrel with a quick return to the topic at hand. “Perhaps it was your shared blood, Yusuke. How did you know it was your ancestor?”
“Hmph,” Yusuke sneered. “I knew.”
“You saw him?” Kurama pressed.
“Hell, yeah, I saw him!” Yusuke snarled.
“What did he look like?”
They all turned to the girl, who they had almost half-forgotten was still there. Her eyes were dark, her body taut as if her whole attention were focused on his answer.
“Shit if I know.” Yusuke ran a hand through his short, tangled hair.
Her eyes widened, and then narrowed dangerously as the ex-detective grinned unabashedly. “Ha, ha---gotcha!”
Hiei and Kurama exchanged looks before the fox demon said dryly, “That was a little unnecessary, don’t you think?”
Yusuke shrugged, still grinning. “How could I help myself? She was just so damn serious about it.”
“Yusuke.” Kurama shook his head, both amused and impatient with the boy’s insensitivity.
“Tell me---did he have long, wavy black hair and red eyes? Did he wear a mask, like the face of a white baboon? Did he have tentacles, or the limbs of an insect or spider?” The girl pressed, her voice harsh, her eyes almost black in their single-minded intensity. She sat tensed, as if for battle, and there was a darkening swirl to the shadows around her, as her demon energies coalesced around her in silent anger.
“What the hell? What kind of ugly-ass demon is that?” Yusuke looked appalled at the mental image conjured up in his brain.
“I take it, then, that was not what you saw,” Kurama commented dryly.
“Hell, no, it wasn’t!” Yusuke shuddered. “That blond hair-freak was bad enough without having some spider-monkey-baboon-thingie crawling around inside my head.”
They stared at the girl, who had sat back, tension suddenly released. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, for she bit her lip and her expression grew remote. She nodded slightly, and then abruptly stood up in a single, fluid motion as she drew her black hood up to drape around her face and shoulders. Hiei’s red eyes narrowed and Kurama raised a questioning brow, surprised by the suddenness of her action.
“Thank you,” she said, bowing slightly, and then seemed to melt into the shadows just behind the flickering firelight from one moment to the next.
“Hey---wait a minute!”
Yusuke jumped to his feet, the protest hardly leaving his lips before Hiei interrupted with acidic amusement, “Don’t bother, Detective. She’s already gone.”
“Well. That was sudden.” Kurama blinked.
“Yeah.” Yusuke’s thick brows drew down. “And I don’t like it.”
“Hn. Not your concern,” Hiei said, bored already with the useless topic.
“Perhaps.” Kurama looked broodingly into the fire, green eyes troubled.