Hi everyone! The authoress asked me to post this for her. She is currently in the hospital and on a few drugs so…this might not make a whole lot of sense. I didn't read it I just posted it! She wanted to say thanks to everyone that reviewed, so thanks! Oh and she said something about letting you all have a little taste to appease the Hentai inside you! Enjoy!

Warning!!! Graphic gory scenes to ensue, please avoid reading this fic if you are not of a suitable age, or do not have parent consent! You have been warned!

I do not owe either the InuYasha characters or those of YuYu Hakusho

Bitter Memories

Chapter fourteen : Breaking into dreams

Fire. Her body was on fire. It was deliciously warm, the tingling sensation running the length of her skin. It didn't burn, but elicited a heat that raged uncontrollably throughout her. It was insatiable, desiring and wanting. Her throat denied her a voice, her body stretched out, the cool ground mocking her heat. The blood coursing through her veins bubbled and boiled with the incredible fervor. Sweat, stinging with its intensity was building up on her, the crystalline drops rolling from her naked form to sizzle as they touched the dewy grass. Her eyes were shut tight, the lashes splayed over her heated cheeks. Her lip was caught between her teeth, reinforcing the denial of sound. Searing hands placed soft touches over her skin, barely coming in contact with her, but having enough force that she knew it not to be the wind. They traced patterns on the slick, flat surface of her stomach. As heated as she was, they were a million times hotter. They soothed, while at the same time tormented. Inside her muscles were tightening; her core was raging with need. When the wonderfully skillful hands left her skin, she let out a whimper of regret at the loss of contact.

Gasping, her eyes flew open as her right breast was enveloped in the cavern of her partner's mouth. The cool night sky greeted her eyes, taunting her. She didn't know who was pleasuring her so, but they were truly skillful. Her nipple was suckled, and then gently bitten. The sting of the bite caressed by the soft tongue of her lover. Circling her nipple with the searing tongue, she arched her back to meet the body that surely hovered above her. Her lover smiled against her skin, causing her to moan. Her body did indeed come into contact with another's. It was the hard, firm body of a male about her own height. His skin radiated heat, the waves washing over her, drowning her in their intensity. The need to see her tormenting lover over came her lust and she pulled away from him. Tilting her head, she peered at the dark shape of the person hovering over her. Seeming to notice her desire, they looked up at her. His face was clouded, obscured, she couldn't make it out. Frustration gave in to passion as her lover returned his attention to her breast. The heat of his tongue cased tremors of pleasure to wash over her. The constant sizzling of her heated sweat on the grass and her own moans of pleasure echoed throughout her head. Another gasp exited her throat as the searing hands once again descended on her flaming skin. They circled her belly button, dragged down her hips and came to rest at her thighs. His tongue, leaving her nipples, slowly licked down her stomach, causing her to writhe in delight. His hands forced her legs apart, making in entrance for him. A strangled cry escaped her when he descended on her very core. If she had thought his tongue was warm on her nipples, then he was blazing on her folds. His tongue swished and twirled, sending electric jolts through her every nerve. Her hips bucked against his administrations, whimpers and pleas encouraging him on.

When he gently bit her sensitive folds she nearly snapped. Ragged breathing rushed through her lips, moans and whimpers assaulting the night air. He continued his skillful work, teasing her and penetrating her, till she felt she would break. Her hips were unconsciously bucking against his head creating a rhythm in time with his tongue's thrusts. Just as she felt her self wind to the point of orgasm, he pulled away, the darkness of the night crowding around her and drowning out everything else.

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Sitting up she gasped into the night, it's cool embrace surrounding her heated skin. Her breathing was uneven and ragged. The stars twinkled overhead, the roof of the building having caved in long before. Falling back, she came in contact with the hard unyielding wood floor. Running a hand through her hair she took a deep controlled breath, although it shook slightly anyway. Her nose was filled with the scent of her own arousal; a sweet and thick scent much like lavender and cinnamon. It over powered the large room she had chosen to stay in. Wrinkling her nose in disgust with herself she stared at the stars twinkling harmlessly over head, the clarity of the night letting her keen eyes see planets and galaxies clearly. Annoyed, she mused on the dream she had been having only moments before.

'It felt so real. Like I was connecting with someone else. I've never had such a vivid dream before, it was like who-ever-he-was was purposefully trying to keep me from seeing him. But GODS! Did it feel soooo good!' Her hand brushed her stomach, while she thought. It twirled similar designs to those that her 'lover' had done with his tongue. Sighing, she sat up and glanced around, letting her sensitive eyes penetrate the darkness that surrounded her like a glove. For some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew her 'lover' and that he was close by. All that greeted her was worn wooden flooring as far as the walls. Dark, stained, and ripped shoji screens and wooden paneling lined the walls, meticulous designs and paintings worn and faded from the hundreds of years of neglect. Vines climbed over every available wall space, twisting and crawling, their leaves and deep red flowers whispering in the soft breezes. A shattered door to the farthest side of the room was the only true break in the room's interior, the dark of the hall so immense that not even her eyes could pierce it. Scattered furniture consisted of a broken bed, a chair with one leg apparently gnawed off, and a large impressive mirror. The mirror held her gaze for sometime. It had silver and gold trimming, twining together in designs of waves with white caps. The glass had long ago been shattered leaving a deep dark hole in its very core. Breathing in another deep breath a new scent she hadn't detected before tickled her senses.

It was a wild smell, strong, calming, and exotic. The calming scent of pine filtered to her nose, coupled with the strong smell of forest fire, and the sexy scent oregano. Moving quickly, she shifted into a standing position, her body instantly on alert. That scent was the same as the man's in her dream, but she wasn't dreaming any longer. Tightening her muscles, she leapt to the broad exterior wall of the building, giving her a better view of her surroundings. Anger flooded over her, she hadn't come to Sesshomaru's castle to train and be alone just to have some one follow her! Glaring into the quite night she scanned the every tree, bush, and dark spot she could see. Her muscles taunt with her anticipation. She didn't have to wait long.

From the shadows to her right a fast moving dark figure slammed into her bringing both to the hard ground three stories below. As they tumbled, they fought. Her claws raked over the intruder's chest, drawing blood. As the smell of his blood reached her nose, and she knew it to be a he since he had been pressed against her back as they began to fall, she stopped cold. She knew that scent; she had smelt it enough in the warehouse. As they reached the ground she rolled away from the figure, coming to a crouch facing him. He was hunched over, a hand pressed to his chest, flaming red eyes glaring at her. She quickly stood up as realization hit her.

'The man in my dream, my attacker, is…HIEI!' Bringing a hand to her mouth, she took a step toward him; he reflexively stepped back, a growl easing from his throat. She took in his appearance, her features turning to concern. He looked wild and seductive, his spiky hair mussed and tousled, falling a crossed his forehead, while other stands stood on end. His headband was in place, the white contrasting greatly with the dark surroundings. His eyes were aflame with, strangely enough, passion and anger, they captivated her. His shirt top had come undone in their tussle, the fabric billowing around his hunched frame. Blood trickled from underneath his hand rapidly, running in a river toward his pants, following the curve and indents of his abs. His black pants matched his black shirt, and a brief irrational thought flickered through her head.

'Does he own anything that isn't black?' Finding her voice, she took another cautious step forward, holding her hands in front of her in a placating manner.

"Hiei, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you. Let me heal that for you, please it's the least I can do." With her every step forward, he took a step back, his eyes glued to her own.

"Haven't you done enough?" He growled out, his voice biting and harsh, she cringed and lowered her head. A heartbeat passed in silence, before her head snapped up her eyes flaming and angry, startling the fire apparition.

"Haven't I done enough?!? What the HELL are YOU doing here in the first place! Didn't I make myself clear earlier that I wanted to be ALONE?!? Or does that spiky hair of yours cut off your ability to hear, you pompous ass hole!" Her voice thundered through out the quite castle grounds, several night animals scattering into the safety of the under growth. Hiei stood stock still, staring at her unblinking. Her smoldering glare keeping him pinned to the spot, while disabling him to speak. Several minutes passed by with both of them just staring at one another, the silence thick and heavy. Seeming to snap from his trance, he winced and pulled his hand away from his chest before standing up fully, apparently ready to answer her questions, or at least speak to her.

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Exiting the mall, Hiei, had finally been unwound enough to take a look at Kagome, and what he saw made him falter in his steps. Her clothing hugged her curves making the luscious skin he had been desiring to see again visible. Her steps were sure, her body posture screamed temptress, while her eyes showed her concern. Unintentionally, he took a few steps in her direction, till he was following closely at her heels. Her scent wrapped around him, making him dizzy with its intoxicating, teasing, aroma. It didn't escape his attention that he wasn't the only make taking notice of Kagome's current state of dress, or lack there of. Growling softly, he sent out his mind control, easily penetrating the weak minds of passing males. His message was clear and they were unable to fight against it, their heads turning away from her and immediately forgetting her existence. Once he had deterred all competition, he smirked to himself allowing her scent to once again lull him into a state of utter bliss. Arriving outside, he noticed the looks he was receiving from Botan and Yukina, knowing, idiotic grins plastered to their faces. Snorting, he moved away from Kagome like she had inherited a disease, causing all the members of the assembled group to give him questioning looks.

Keiko (Kayko) stood a little ways away from the group cradling Yusuke to her chest. Cooing to him, she placed a hand on his forehead, brushing his hair from his face. Slowly he stirred with a groan staring up into her worried brown eyes. Moving quicker than they had seen him do in a while, he flew from her grasp and stared at her judging her malicious intentions. She merely stared back at him, blinking questioningly. This little scene caused the group to laugh, with the exception of Hiei. Once they had quieted, Botan had turned to Kagome a look of worry and concern in her gaze. Immediately the mirth of the assembled teens and demons disappeared.

"Kagome, I get the feeling you would want to go take care of your family's ashes alone. I can open a portal for you, if you'd like, and from there you can go wherever it is you need. Before you go, I wanted to give you this." She stepped forward and handed Kagome a small, shiny, black communicator. Kagome stared at it for a moment, before bringing teary eyes up to Botan. "You can use it to get in touch with me. If you need us, or when you are ready to rejoin us, just call, alright?" Nodding, Kagome stepped forward and hugged Botan, who returned the hug. No sooner had Kagome released Botan than Yukina and Keiko thrown their arms over her shoulders. The males of the group all nodded, or gave her a small flick of their hands as goodbyes. Hiei had disappeared. Sensing that it was time, Botan opened a portal and with one final 'goodbye', Kagome stepped through.

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The shrine still had heavy scents of blood and death lingering around it, though it was considerably less than he had last been there. Kagome's scent caught his attention, it danced on the air like a sweet reminder of the reason he had come. Following it, he came to a tree outside her bedroom window. Leaping into its bushy embrace, he perched in the shadows outside her window, a clear view of its interior. Inside, Kagome was packing, a large gray backpack sat on her pink, down comforter. The walls, he noticed in slight amusement were also pink, a cottoncandyish color. Her entire room screamed juvenile. The object of his search was currently half concealed in a closet to his left. When she immerged, she had a pile of clothing loaded into her arms. Much to his disappointment, she had changed.

She now donned a pair of black hip hugger jeans. A tight black shirt with a small pink rabbit head (hehe…PlayBoy symbol…) on her chest left a small amount of midriff exposed to his hungry eyes. Her long hair was swept back into a messy half bun, long pieces escaping to float down her back. She had removed all the makeup she had previously worn, her markings glittering in the light. She wasn't crying, he noticed with interest. In fact she looked emotionless, devoid of feelings or even life. Her normally vivid eyes were dull and lifeless, causing him to worry slightly over how bad she was taking it all.

She brought her clothing to her bed, dropping the load and gazing at it. Shifting through it, she set aside several jeans of various colors and styles. Then she pulled out shorts, also of various styles, all the same faded blue in color though. Her choices of shirts were all large and comfortable, or tight and tempting, most of both were dark in color. Stuffing them into her bag, she turned and headed to a dresser next to her closet. Opening the drawers, her back blocked his view of the contents of said drawers. After a few seconds, she turned loaded with clothing once again. These particular clothing made him flush slightly in embarrassment. In her arms were various undergarments, all of which were particularly sexy and meant to be seen. This angered him slightly, the thought of her exposing her wondrous body to anyone other than him clad in those garments. These to, she sorted and stuffed into her pack, which was miraculously not full.

She continued to gather things and place them in her bag unaware of the close watch of her visitor. After nearly a half an hour, she gathered the bag and headed out of the room. She didn't leave right away as he had expected, instead, she stayed hidden from his sight for another ten minutes or so. When she finally did emerge, he was surprised to find her pack completely stuffed; apparently she had packed a few other things, although he couldn't image what she didn't already have stashed away from earlier. The next thing she did completely threw him for a loop, it was something he hadn't expected and most certainly not from her. She placed her bag down quite a ways from the house and entered a tool shed to the side of the house. Reappearing seconds later carrying a large, red, full, gas container. She walked purposefully back into the house, the scent of gasoline began to filter from within the dark house. She exited minutes later, the container nearly empty. Sprinkling the last of the gas in front of the house, she headed back to her pack. Opening the front-most pocket, he stared in disbelief as she pulled matches from within its depths. Striking a single match, the smell of sulfur mingled with that of gas. Watching the flame dance for a second she flicked the match to the awaiting gasoline and shouldered her pack. Turning, she walked away from the blazing house, her shoulders squared and her head held high. He watched in utter shock as she strode toward the stairs leading to the street and away from the shrine she had grown up in. He followed her at a distant turning once at the bottom of the stairs. Smoke billowed from the shrine grounds, bright flames licking into the sky, their intensity already impressive after only a few moments. She never looked back, or stopped, just walked away like her home wasn't flaming behind her.

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He had tracked her all day, their journey leading them deep with in the forest on the out skirts of Tokyo. She never seemed to notice his presence, leading him to believe that she was really out of it. As the sunset, she seemed to slow down, and he began to notice the strong pull of ancient magic surrounding the area they were passing through.

Suddenly, she stopped. He too froze fearing that she had discovered his presence. Instead, she held out her hand, her palm facing away from her body. Her fingertips began to glow, blue power radiated off her, pulsing in the calm night air. The air crackled and hummed, ripples like when you throw a stone in water appeared around her hand. Slowly, as the ripples grew, a castle began to appear. At first it was a tiny flicker, but steadily it grew into an impressive stone and wood castle. High towers, long corridors and all. Like bubbles trapped in ice, the spot in front of her hand shimmered. Without a second thought she wandered through, the bubbles parting and readjusting into place.

He stood still for a second until he realized that the opening she had created was rapidly closing. Moving with the speed that only he possessed, he flew through the opening, having to roll under the closing. She was nowhere in sight when he got through. The place was the epitome of feudal beauty. Matriculate gardens, overgrown and untended, flourished all around the building. A large pond, it's crystallized surface calm and serene, lay directly to the west of the building. Large dark windows, most having the glass broken out, littered the front of the castle. Vines and other plants wound up the sides of the building, all twisting and flowering. It wasn't hard to see why a confused, mourning woman would want to come to this place. Sniffing the air, he had a difficult time placing her scent; the whole place seemed to smell like her. Groaning in frustration, he slammed his fist into the nearest tree, sending a plethora of multiple color birds into flight.

For two hours he searched for her, looking where ever he thought she might have gone. Finally, he found her. She had taken up residence in a west facing room devoid of windows and lacking a roof. When he found her, she was curled up on the cold wood floors sleeping. Had it not been for her whimpering, and crying out he would have settled down for the night hovering over her, keeping watch on the girl that had managed to melt the cold barrier around his heart. Instead, he felt jumpy, anxious to help in anyway he could, so he did the only thing he could think of that might bring her out of whatever nightmare that had claimed her. Focusing all his attention and energy, he worked through her mental barriers, it took a lot out of him and he began to sweat in exhaustion. Her barriers were iron clad, all attacking him, lashing out with pure power backing them. On more than one occasion, her power had over whelmed him enough to physically force him to stumble, but he pressed on. Down below him, in the room she had chosen to sleep in, she whimper and screamed, that was all it took for him to throw everything he had into getting into her mind. A stinging sensation ripped over his flesh as he surpassed her last barrier.

Inside her mind, he found himself in her dream. She was alone, and very human. The world was black and dying, all around her was blood and bodies. None of that seemed to be what was bothering her, and for a minute he couldn't understand what exactly was her problem. Then he saw it. Her large blue eyes were locked in front of her, tears seeping from her lids. Following her gaze, he froze, his body going numb. An Inu-hayou was standing a little ways in front of her, his eyes blood red, his teeth gnashing, lips pulled back snarling. A small fox kit was perched on his shoulder, he, like the other demon, was snarling and snapping in the direction of Kagome. Several humans were surrounding the pair of youkai, all seeming to sneer and glare at her. Before Hiei had a chance to stop what ever was going on, an arrow flew from the darkness behind Kagome, piercing her back and emerging from her chest on the other side. She didn't scream, only looked down at her injury, eyes glazing and blood trickling from her open mouth. The group facing her all broke into smiles, laughing and applauding the marksmanship of the woman standing behind Kagome's shaking form. Kagome brought her eyes up to the Inu-hayou before her, lips quivering, and blood freshly coating them.

"InuYasha? Why? I love you! Why did you let her do this?" Her voice was tiny and shaking, it took everything Hiei had not to lunge at the insolent dog for causing her to feel so unwanted. The dog in question, shrugged his shoulders, a feral grin plastering onto his features.

"Your such a stupid bitch! Haven't you gotten it yet? I hate you! It's your fault we all died! If you were anything like Kikyou then we would still be alive now! You're so pathetic! You couldn't even save your own SON!" His voice was cold and harsh, purposefully made to send her into tears. Hiei wasn't about to let that happen. Moving quicker than he ever had, he rushed to her side. Throwing his arms around the shaking girl, he focused on changing the scenery. Since she was so weak and upset, her mind easily accepted what he was offering, their surroundings changing rapidly.

Not being one for lots of detail, he did the best he could under the circumstances. Using the castle grounds as a scene for her to enter, he focused on the dark sky and the gardens that flourished there. He forgot to imagine her in clothing and thus ended up with her completely naked lying in the soft, cold grass. Her eyes were closed, her face clear of any emotion. She appeared to be asleep, while dreaming. His eyes roamed her body, lapping up her curves and soft creamy skin. Suddenly, he wanted to make her feel loved, wanted and most of all, he wanted her to desire him. Masking his face, he stripped his own clothing off, allowing the cold evening to wash over his skin. Crawling toward her, he placed his hands on her surprisingly warm skin. He was instantly gratified, her body squirming under his fingers. Looking down at her, he realized just how beautiful she was. And suddenly he knew, she hadn't done anything to make him desire her, it was everything about her that called to him, he wanted her because she was so utterly perfect for him. He had followed her to get answers; he never expected them to be answered for him in her dreams.

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Standing a crossed from her, my mind was wheeling. It was hard to not think about what had occurred between us moments before. She may not realize how real it was, or even who it was, but I know. When she attacked me, I was prepared. I wanted her to fight me, it would force me to forget, or at least not linger on what previously occurred, because right now she doesn't need me lusting after her. I didn't have to get inside her head to read her, her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I could see the concern and even realization in her eyes; perhaps she did recognize me from her dream? My blood smell was overwhelming, it was trickling down my stomach and I didn't have the strength after breaking into her mind to stop it.

"Haven't I done enough?!? What the HELL are YOU doing here in the first place! Didn't I make myself clear earlier that I wanted to be ALONE?!? Or does that spiky hair of yours cut off your ability to hear, you pompous ass hole!" Her voice was shaking in rage, an increasingly familiar expression from her to me. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there staring at her. Finally, I broke eye contact by turning my head away from her.

"My hearing is fine." I mumble, suddenly feeling like a child who just got yelled at. I heard her shift closer, my back muscles jumping reflexively. She sighed at my instinctual action, her hand touched my shoulder making me jump. I didn't expect that.

"You've had a hard life too. I'm sorry; it's just you startled me and I didn't know what to do. You're a lot like a friend I used to have, but at the same time completely different. Please trust me enough to heal you. I'm trying really hard to get to know you, and gain your trust but there is only so much I can do. You have to let me in some too." Her voice was soft, low and very close to my ear. I'm curious how she knows I've had a hard life, and what exactly she meant by getting to know me. No one has ever really tried before. I immediately turn them away and most people except that, so why shouldn't she. Without conscience thought I turned towards her. Opening my eyes I found myself face-to-face with her. Caring blue orbs peering into my own, their depth startling me with their intensity. We stood staring at one another for what seemed like an eternity. The gash she gave me wasn't halting in its bleeding at all, so her scent even at this proximity was nearly nonexistent.

Flinching, I jumped slightly when her hand gently ran over my stomach and chest muscles, her eyes never leaving mine. From the corner of my sight I could see a pink glow emanating from directly over my wound. The bleeding stopped, and the strangest sensation took the place of the pain. I knew without looking that my chest was rapidly healing, the tissue rebuilding its self. It felt like every muscle, every tissue was tingling, being coached into its proper place. Her eyes lit up when her power began to flow into me, they were now glowing cerulean wells, their depth, knowledge, and emotion deeper than any I have ever seen. I felt entranced, drawn into those eyes, and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned closer to her. I barely registered the fact that she had stopped healing me and that her hands were still sprawled over my chest. I felt out of control, and didn't really care. As the last bit of my self-control snapped, I pressed my lips to hers. She made a noise of surprise, but didn't pull away. I was seeking entrance to her sweet mouth, begging to be allowed to taste what I had only been able to in dreams, hers and mine. She didn't part her lips for me and I snapped out of whatever moment of weakness I had passed into. Pulling away from her, I took off into the night, racing away from my embarrassment and rejection. I could hear her calling to me, begging me to return, her voice fading into the night like a nightmare.

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