Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet Reunion ❯ Strange Events ( Chapter 1 )
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Bittersweet Reunion
By:KibaSin/Kiba
Summary:The strange behavior of his friend worried him. However, the bittersweet reunion between his friend and his cursed mate was not what he expected to find when he followed him. Hiei x Kagome; Yu Yu Hakusho/Inuyasha three-shot
Disclaimer:I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. They belong to Takahashi Rumiko and Yoshihiro Togashi.
Genre:Drama/Romance/General
Rating:M
Warning: This chapter contains strong hints toward a lemon. There is not anything all that graphic toward the event, but I do warn you that there are large hints toward such a thing happening. If you do not like the idea of such a thing hinted, or are not permitted to read such a thing, please hit the back button now.
Part I:Strange Events
They trekked forward, searching for the low-class demon that had managed to slip through the barrier into the Ningenkai. Their pace had remained the same for quite some time, not even the quickest of them deciding to go forward for some reason, in order to take care of the problem in a faster fashion. Their assignment was simple: find the demon and kill it. However, when dealing with low-class demons that liked to lurk in the shadows, that was easier said than done. Especially when a certain member of their group refused to acknowledge them.
“Damn it, Urameshi, this would be so much easier if shorty would just use his damn Jagan,” complained Kuwabara.
Kurama hid his slight smile when Yusuke responded that there was nothing they could do besides beat the crap out of Hiei in order to make him comply, but doubted they would be able to do it. Still, he had half expected Hiei to respond to Kuwabara's words, at least with some line of “this would be so much easier if he shut his loud mouth” but nothing came from the hybrid.
Ignoring the two males walking ahead of him, he turned his head and gazed at the small apparition, wondering why he seemed to be so distant all of a sudden. In fact, he seemed to be glancing at the sky, then at the ground, before once again glancing at the sky after a few minutes as if waiting for something to happen. In Kurama's opinion, it would explain why he had not taken to traveling in the trees, since the positioning of the sun—what he suspected Hiei was glancing toward—was easier seen from the ground, instead of constantly glancing through the branches and leaves of a tree.
Wondering at this strange development, and for a moment thinking that perhaps his friend was in some type of trouble, Kurama turned his attention away from Hiei's form. He glanced back at the two arguing in front of him, and tilted his head slightly to the side, since Hiei normally would have snapped by now to tell them that their bickering would not help them find the demon. In fact, he would not put it past him to tell them that though the demon might of a lower-class, it would most likely run once it heard their annoying voices coming for it. It was quite strange, after all this time of being a team together, that Hiei would suddenly lapse back into this silence and completely disregard their presence.
He almost wished that Youko had not taken his nap, his body becoming slightly weaker as they began to merge together. He was sure that the ancient spirit becoming apart of him would be able to help him sort out this new mystery. However, knowing that he could fair quite well even without the constantly nagging voice of his counterpart, Kurama decided not to disturb Youko from his sleep. He was slightly worried, but not enough at the moment to take such drastic measures in order to make sure his friend would remain safe.
Not to mention there was still the fact that Hiei might not be in any trouble at all, but merely waiting for something. Yusuke and Kuwabara had been arguing for a full five minutes straight about having to walk through the mud beneath their shoes, since Kuwabara obviously did not like it after traveling for so long and Yusuke told him to suck it up. Hiei still remained quiet as a mouse; merely following them silently, as his eyes continuously searched the sky as if trying to locate something precious and dear to him. He had expected him to speak up by now, even if only to degrade them for being fools, but the apparition simply ignored everything about him.
Deciding, after another minute or two of hearing nothing from the hybrid, that the best way to know at the moment was to ask, Kurama nudged lightly at the link they shared. However, the apparition made no move to open it, turning his head once more in order to take a glance at the sky, and then sighing softly beneath his breath. Kurama narrowed his eyes, nudging again at the link, but felt Hiei do nothing to respond to him, simply ignoring him completely. Obviously he was distracted, whether because he was worried for his life—or that of another—or because he was waiting for something to happen did not matter.
“Hi…”
“Yo!” Yusuke shouted back, “Short-stuff! What's yer problem, you haven't said anything since this mission started? In fact, I don't think you've said anything since we met in the toddler's office.”
Hiei turned his head slowly from glancing once more at the sun, and scowled at them as they stared. “Mind your own business, detective,” he hissed. He ignored them after that, turning his head once more so that he was staring at the ground. Today was not a day that he wished to speak with these fools, and he was determined to keep himself from doing so.
“Hiei, Yusuke has made a good point,” Kurama coughed, catching the hybrid's attention. “I have noticed that you continue to glance between the ground and the sun. Is there something you are waiting for? Or someone? I am sure that Yusuke and Kuwabara would not mind if you were to go to whomever is obviously distracting you from the mission assigned to us.”
Hiei's scowl deepened, and he growled, “I told you: mind your own fucking business.”
Kurama blinked, “I believe that you told Yusuke that, not I, Hiei.”
The apparition snorted, and moved past them in a short burst of speed. “Hurry up you fools,” he snapped, “unless you wish to be left behind.” He felt so close, yet so far away, and something inside of him was beginning to tear at his conscience. He knew it was soon, he did, but a fierce protectiveness pierced through him when he realized just how close the fox, detective, and oaf were to finding out more of the past he had decided to never tell them.
“Geeze, what's gotten into him?” Kuwabara asked.
“Tch, who cares,” Yusuke replied, beginning to walk once more.
Kurama narrowed his eyes, glancing back up at the sky once more. The sun was beginning to make its descend, and it would not be more than ten to twenty minutes before it began to sink beneath the horizon. He wondered for a moment if that was what Hiei was waiting for, but decided not to ask again. The apparition already seemed to be on his final fuse, and he was not one to light the end when he did not wish to. He would wait, and watch, and if he was correct, Hiei would go to whoever, or whatever, it was that he was waiting for.
Yusuke and Kuwabara began to complain about the fast pace that Hiei pushed them to within seconds as they set off again. The apparition ignored them once more, walking at a pace that allowed him to slowly gain a further distance from them with each minute. As they trekked forward, Kurama watched with a keen eye, noticing that Hiei's movements were smaller, less noticeable, but still there as time moved forward. Whatever the hybrid was waiting for was obviously soon, and he was becoming impatient from having to wait this long already—that was, if what he knew of the apparition was completely accurate.
A growl echoed back to them, causing Yusuke and Kuwabara to pause in the argument they had dived into, while Kurama allowed his eyes to narrow a bit more. Hiei, they noticed, had lowered his head, and was walking a bit more stiffly, his shoulders tensed and his steps forceful. Yusuke looked ready to shout out to him, but Kurama placed a hand onto his shoulder and shook his head when the detective glanced back at him.
“Why not?” Yusuke scowled a bit. “He looks ready to explode and I want to know why.”
“I believe that Hiei is waiting for something to happen, Yusuke,” Kurama explained. “I have known Hiei for quite some time, and I believe it is best to let it happen, instead of making him more agitated.”
Kuwabara frowned.
Kurama cast another glance toward the sky, noticing that Hiei had done the same just a moment ago. In mere moments the sun would lower beyond the horizon, and he knew that in that moment something would happen. Whether Hiei left, or something happened. “Watch and wait,” he said softly.
A few moments later, Hiei stopped, his head turning completely toward the sky. His eyes narrowed, before he moved to glance back at the fools following him. “I'm leaving,” he growled.
“What?” Yusuke asked. “What do you mean you're leaving?”
“This mission is a waste of my time,” Hiei snorted. “A mere C-class demon can easily be dealt with by you three, I am not needed for this. Unless you fools can't handle a pitiful demon on your own.” His question came out as a statement, a piece of him wanting to goad the detective into giving him the answer he wanted. He did not care if he was given permission to leave, no one controlled him, but he found pleasure in making the detective snap.
“Like hell we can't handle a C-class demon by ourselves!” Yusuke shouted.
“Then you won't needing any good help,” Hiei stated. Then, before they were able to reply, he disappeared in a flash of black, his speed easily distancing himself from the rest of the spirit detectives. If he had his way, none of them would be able to trace the place he went to, nor would they be able to figure out the reason he waited so long for this day.
Kuwabara blinked, before asking, “Can he do that?”
“Ah, who cares,” Yusuke muttered. “Besides, according to Koenma it's a wimpy C-class demon anyway. I mean, come on Kuwabara, you're not scared of going up against a C-class demon after all this time, are you? Do you need us to hold your hand?” He stuck out his hand mockingly, joking with his best friend the way he always did. He knew what Kuwabara would say, how he would deny needing anyone's help, but he would be there to help him anyway.
“I don't need your help, Urameshi!” Kuwabara shouted. “I, the great Kuwabara Kazuma, could take on this demon and win without your help!”
Kurama shook his head at their antics, before glancing over in the direction that Hiei had headed. He could barely feel his energy, and knew that his friend was dampening it as much as he could in order to escape detection. However, that did not mean that Hiei would escape detection completely, since anyone with enough experience could find the small, faint trail that he was leaving behind. But, his voice of reason told him to stay, to help, because Hiei should be able to take care of himself, even if he got into trouble.
“Hey, Kurama!” Yusuke yelled again, snapping the avatar's attention to him. “Are you going to stand there all day, or go after him?”
“I believe Hiei should be able to take care of himself, Yusuke,” Kurama stated.
“I don't care,” Yusuke continued. “There's no telling how much trouble he could get into by himself. The least you could do is go back him up in case he does need any help. So, get going already.”
From the look on both their faces, it appeared that he would be going one way or another. Even if they expressed it in different ways they cared for their hybrid friend, and they worried for his safety. It forced his own worries back to the front of his mind, making him wonder if perhaps Hiei was in trouble—simply going off in order to face whoever it was that challenged him. He knew it would be better to find out for himself, instead of constantly worrying, and if his teammates had no objections, then why should he continue to stand there debating?
“If you insist, Yusuke,” Kurama said at last. “Do be careful, though.”
“Tch, like we need your advise,” Yusuke frowned. “We'll find this demon, kill it, and that will be the end of this whole thing. Then, we'll come find you and find out what the hell Hiei was doing while we worked our ass off. If he's not too banged up I'll take a few whacks at him for making me worry in the first place!”
Kurama nodded, a small smirk pulling at his lips. However, he knew that the hybrid would be able to keep a great distance between them, and if he wished to see the action, he would need to move. So, he did, his feet picking up pace before Yusuke could say another word, the world beginning to blur away as he called upon the speed that Youko gave to him. Hiei had hidden his trail nicely, but the faint energy left behind was not hard for his sharp senses to hold onto, leading him straight to where the hybrid had gone.
He was no fool. Kurama masked his presence long before he managed to even begin gaining ground on the hybrid. He tucked his aura and scent away easily, and traced Hiei's faint trail until he had entered the city of Tokyo. He moved away from the streets, as Hiei had done, and continued across the land until he found himself moving toward the outskirts of the city. The smell of humans and pollution were things he had long ago become accustomed to, but he noticed a slight change in the air the closer he came to Hiei's destination.
Of course, though others often did not know it, Hiei was not a fool either. Kurama found himself backtracks several times in hopes of finding the correct trail that Hiei had left behind, obviously thinking at the last moment to move in another direction. The hybrid probably could not pick up his scent, considering his nose was not nearly as good as an animal base demons, and Kurama supposed that he could have used the Jagan to pinpoint his location, even with his aura concealed. Despite those facts, however, Kurama doubted that Hiei was paying much attention to anything other than what it was he was going to see, find, or do. He had been caught up with it earlier, there was no doubt he was not know, thus trying to make sure that nothing managed to follow him to the place he was traveling to.
Youko's experience, despite the fact the spirit kitsune had decided to take a nap while they were merging, easily gave Kurama the skills to finding Hiei. And he did. He was sure that the hybrid was only checking the area once more for any possible threats, but Kurama stepped out of sight when the small demon's eyes moved over area he had hidden himself. He was positive that Hiei did not wish for anyone to know what was about to happen, for whatever his reasons were, and he did not wish to get attacked or accidentally chase Hiei and whatever he was here to see away.
Odd, though. Kurama had never expected Hiei to be the type to visit a shrine. He could tell already that it was old, having stood for many years and experienced many events through history. He supposed, though, that it could be the wash of magic that had drew Hiei to this place, and what was drawing him here again no doubt. He could already feel the ancient spirit of the tree on the ground above, and the magic that it brought with it. But, Kurama knew that Hiei had spent many of his years within the Makai, so he doubted that the reason he came here was because of an event from long ago.
This conclusion only increased Kurama's suspicion that the hybrid might have found himself in a bit of trouble. Humans had moved away from magic and onto technology to solve their problems, but there were still those that knew the old spells and had the power to wield it. Not many knew anything about the magic that once ruled the world, but those that did trained others, and this shrine could be a place that did just that. And from what he knew of human nature, Kurama knew that there could be a chance that a human had taken offence to Hiei and was determined now to use their magic against him. Hiei could be here merely to take out the threat, to make sure that his enemies were put down, but he appeared too relaxed to be worried.
This new fact was rolled over in Kurama's mind a few times. Hiei did not appear worried at all, merely a bit tense, as if what he was waiting for had yet to come. He was suspicious, as well, but from his stance alone it was easy to tell that he was not waiting for someone to come out of the shadows to blast him. He was merely waiting, impatient, and Kurama was sure of it after many years of watching the hybrid closely while searching for demons the Reikai wanted killed, and items they wanted retrieved. Kurama's eyes narrowed, because that should have been easy enough to see, whether Hiei wished him to or not, yet he had allowed concern to rule his mind.
Kurama took a step back, drifting further back into the shadows to escape the eye of the hybrid when his eyes swept over his hiding place again. He was surprised that Hiei was allowing so much to escape his attention, but he was glad for his luck at the moment. Hiei was not the type to share information he did not want shared, and Kurama had no doubt that he wished to keep this under wraps. So, he would cling to whatever luck he could find and hope that the hybrid's attention was snatched away completely before he decided to use his Jagan to scan the area.
Hiei growled, and Kurama could tell that his impatience was beginning to get the best of him. The hybrid rolled his shoulders back, glanced up the shrine steps, and placed his hand onto the sword at his side. His claws began to tap against the hilt, his eyes focused on the long row of steps that led to the main grounds, and Kurama wondered what it was that Hiei was waiting for once more. It was obviously up those stairs from the way he looked, but Kurama did not understand why Hiei did not merely travel up them and wait.
Instead, the hybrid continued to growl, his face shadowed in the darkness.
Over the years Kurama had learned of Hiei's impatient nature, his sharp tongue, and his desire to strike down anyone before they were able to use something, or someone, against him. He knew that Hiei fought for everything he had, he cut down the competition, so the reason that Hiei would come to this place was thrown in the air. Kurama was almost frustrated over the fact that he did not know, he could not figure it out, but his frustration turned to worry once more when an energy long forgotten washed over his flesh.
His skin turned into a landscape of goose bumps, his memories from the time Youko had lived replaying in his head. He could remember the energy so clearly that it was almost as if he had been there, seen it, felt it, and he knew instantly what it was. Holy energy. No, his mind drifted back further, and he knew that it was not just holy energy, some divine being of greater power, but someone that held the power in their hand to cast a demon into the pits of Hell with a single touch. A miko, or the son of a miko, was the only thing it could have come from.
There was no mistaking that type of energy.
Kurama's eyes snapped at the hybrid when his growling halted, and watched as he tensed up completely. Worry filled his head again, because he knew what a miko or someone who had inherited a miko's abilities could do to a demon. He knew, and he knew that Hiei must have known as well, despite the fact that he had yet to turn and run. He should, his mind screamed, because if he were here to battle, he would die unless he managed to escape the energy the miko expelled. Having seen the energy used before, though, Kurama doubted that even Hiei could escape with his speed.
Strangely, Hiei placed his foot onto the first step of the shrine steps. His face was tilted upward, waiting, but he did not wait for long once another dose of the energy swept down the stairs. In that instant, Hiei disappeared, and Kurama knew that the hybrid was done waiting. The blur he had created had gone up the stairs, and Kurama knew that that was Hiei's destination, despite the clear, underlying warning that the energy gave off.
Slowly, Kurama moved from the shadows of the foliage he had hidden himself within. His eyes searched the area once more, in case he had been mistaken, but he found he was not when he traced Hiei's trail up the long steps. The hybrid had not even tried to hide it, so it was easy to pick it up and determine which way he had gone. Kurama's feet placed him at the bottom of the stairs, and he wondered at his sanity, considering half of him had already died once. However, Kurama picked his foot up and placed it onto the first step, before taking the next, and continuing up at a much slower pace than Hiei had taken.
His eyes narrowed while he traveled up the steps, taking each one with a quick glance to make sure the miko had not finished Hiei off and come to slay him as well. His senses told him that there was not a battle, though, and he knew that he could not deny that until he saw the scene for himself. He could not deny that Hiei had appeared quite hasty in his need to reach the top, either. All the facts pounded against his mind, telling him one thing, but he refused to believe it until he saw it.
His ascent continued, until finally Kurama placed his foot on the shrine grounds. A feeling of peace and acceptance washed over him, a silent command in the air telling all that there would be no bloodshed or war on the land there. The command was strong, instinctual, and drilled into the mind even when a being might not understand it. Kurama recognized it immediately, though, and he realized that Hiei had not come here to fight. The reason he had was still a mystery, though, since Hiei's very nature opposed such a place. True, he could be here to seek some type of peace that it radiated, but he doubted he would spontaneously begin to do so after all these years.
After a few moments of silence, Kurama cast his eyes over the darkened grounds of the shrine. It was clean and well organized, but his eyes were searching for the hybrid that had seemingly disappeared. As he looked, he noticed a slight change in the air around the large tree that reached out to him in silence, telling him that its ancient magic was reason that the shrine was so well guarded. He ignored the ancient tree, however, his aura stretching out and tapping against the slight disturbance he had found. His suspicion was confirmed when the barrier blared in resistance, the mixture of the trees magic and something holy keeping intruders from even noticing that something had changed within the area.
Kurama stepped forward, cautious of what might spring from the other side of the barrier, and placed his hand upon it. He slid it along the barrier, moving a small distance, until he found himself standing next to a few bushes that looked like they had been recently placed within the soil there. They ran along the outside of the shrine grounds, near the ancient tree, and he found that the barrier was the weakest there. So, he pressed his hand against the barrier, his aura spiking, and felt the barrier strengthen in reply to his aggression. Recognizing the reply, Kurama pressed down his aura once more and watched as his fingers slid into the barrier with ease.
Without further thought, Kurama stepped into the barrier completely, and then stepped back when he realized he was staring at Hiei's back. He was surrounded by shadows once more, easily hidden, and he made sure that his masked scent had not leaked out, since he was quite appear that his aura had been pressed down. He was almost surprised that the hybrid did not detect him the moment he stepped into the barrier, but as he looked beyond him, he realized the reason as to why.
A woman stood in the darkness of the trees branches. Hiei was looking down upon her, his eyes hidden from the angle, but Kurama made a quick guess that he was not glaring or looking ready to kill. The woman was smiling, after all, as if the hybrid was the best thing she had ever seen, and Kurama had to wonder what they had spoken of to make her smile that way. He had never known Hiei to make anyone smile—the hybrid had not even went out of his way to make Yukina, his own sister, smile in such a way—so he wondered why this woman would smile at a killer in such a way.
They stared at one another, the woman continuing to smile, and then she reached out to touch his face softly. Kurama was positive that Hiei would slap her hand away in disgust, but he was surprised when the hybrid leaned into her touch. The woman's smile brightened a bit, while Hiei reached up to clasp her hand against his skin, and she stepped closer to him. Her action moved her out of the darkness and into the moonlight that managed to drift through the branches, and Kurama got a good look at her black hair, blue eyes, and soft features. But, for an odd reason, Kurama also felt his skin prickle as the energy coming from her skin finally managed to settle over him.
A miko.
There was a miko. Right there. Touching Hiei as if she knew him better than anyone else, and apparently she did from the way Hiei leaned into her touch. He doubted that the hybrid would change for a human miko on a whim, which meant that he had known her for quite some time. But, the fact was, she was a miko. With a single touch she could turn Hiei into a pile of ash and he would not be able to do a thing about it. Things were not adding up anymore, because Kurama knew that Hiei was more intelligent than most gave him credit for, and he was stuck between a mixture of confusion and surprise.
Then, softly, her voice echoed out across the grounds, saying, “I can feel your loneliness.” Only then did her smile fade a bit, while her fingers trailed down his jaw, his hand allowing her the movement. Kurama's eyes narrowed in thought at her words, because if she could feel Hiei's emotions, she should be able to detect him no matter how much he suppressed his aura. He quickly solved the reason as to why the woman did not seem to notice him—Hiei. She was focused so intently on the hybrid that she did not even take the time to expand her senses and search the area for danger.
Softly, so uncharacteristic from the hybrid Kurama knew, Hiei replied, “I can feel yours.” Then, almost as if those words had put them under a spell, the hybrid took a single step closer. He stared down into the woman's eyes, since she was just a bit shorter than him, and she returned the stare. Kurama could not determine whether it was with equal passion or not from Hiei's positioning, but he was quick to determine it was when he heard the soft growl beginning to spill from the hybrid's chest.
Without warning, Hiei's growl increased, and he swept his mouth down until it slanted over the miko's. Kurama was surprised with the movement, because it appeared that Hiei had lost all control in that instant. He could not tell exactly from the angle, but he knew, if the woman's moan was any indication, that Hiei was taking what he could in haste, and ravishing her thoroughly. His hand pushed her head back further, giving him deeper penetration, and his other hand grasped hold of her thigh through the silver kimono she wore.
Pure shock ran through Kurama's mind, and for a moment he was not able to comprehend what was happening before him. He blinked in bewilderment at the sight before him, even as the ancient tree began to hum in happiness. One thing flashed in his thoughts, and that was that Hiei hated nearly all humans with a passion, yet clearly his deduction was being proven wrong. True, Hiei probably still hated most humans, but he clearly did not hate the woman he was pulling flush against his body.
The woman groaned low in her throat, even as Hiei pulled away and attacked her neck. Her head remained tilted, though Hiei's hand slipped down to loop around her waist. Kurama watched, his mind already telling him what he had stumbled upon, while Hiei pulled the woman's feet from the ground. She wrapped one around his waist, and allowed the other to hang toward the ground, elevated slightly by his arm. Then, with almost as much haste as the hybrid had shown, she began to pull and tug at his clothing in order to strip him of it.
Her kimono slipped open at the obi, and Kurama knew he should look away the moment he realized the woman wore nothing underneath. Hiei's arm halted the cloth from falling completely open, but her entire thigh was exposed, and it was easy to tell that there was not a stitch of clothing underneath the thin kimono. And Hiei appeared determined to touch it all, as his lips, tongue, and fangs scrapped across her shoulder, pushing the cloth to the side in order to find a greater expanse of skin. It was probably that which forced his better judgment to not rise up and caused him to turn away from the scene, because he could not grasp the idea.
Hiei was going to rut with a human female. Not just any female, either, but a miko. Kurama could not wrap his mind around the idea, because he had always known Hiei to be the type to ignore his body's need, turning it into a desire to kill. The hybrid, for as long as he had known him, never once appeared aroused, except by the prospect of killing. He manipulated nearly all of his feelings toward survival, the need to cut another enemy down, yet there he was, obviously going to lay with a human miko. Kurama had never seen him even touch a female demon, nor heard about it, and he showed his distaste for the human race often, yet he was going to rut with that human miko wrapped around him.
The hybrid was falling into his baser instincts, the need to feel his female's flesh and nothing more. Kurama easily grabbed hold of the information, while Hiei's skin began to take on a green tint. His hair was beginning to arch into two peaks, but he seemed to hold onto the last strand of control he had, for the eyes forming along his body did not open. He seemed to be halfway in control, while he pushed the miko up against the bark of the ancient tree, stepping out of his pants as he did so.
They began to rut, the miko's head falling back in pleasure, as the hybrid managed to press the full expanse of their flesh together. Kurama did not watch the motions, nor did he really notice that Hiei was in so much haste that he had not even taken time to tear the kimono off of the miko. His eyes flickered between the miko's face, her eyes closing from the pleasure or perhaps pain, and Hiei's back. The miko had placed her hands onto the hybrid's shoulders, but that was not really all that important to Kurama.
The way Hiei moved, it was almost as if he knew exactly what the human miko liked. It was strange, because Kurama had never caught a whiff of a human's scent clinging to his flesh the way the miko's would. He had never even caught the scent of a female demon's, and he had always chalked it up as the hybrid did not see the need to find such a luxury. His life was constantly challenged from all sides, so it was understandable that he would ignore his want or need to feel a female's flesh. Yet he appeared to know everything the human miko liked, wanted, and needed from him during such an act. Something was not right about the situation, but without the key piece of the puzzle, Kurama could not tell why that was.
The miko's moans became longer the quicker Hiei's hips moved, while her other leg slithered up around his waist. The scent alone could have told a demon that she was enjoying herself, but Kurama had the pleasure of watching her face contort with each other the hybrid's movements. He had watched the faces of many females while in his pervious life, and he knew the moment that she fell over the edge. Not only that, but her mouth opened so that she could scream, her head falling to the right to expose her left shoulder. The kimono slipped a bit more, and Kurama's eyes flickered back to Hiei's head when he realized the hybrid had turned his attention to that exposed spot.
The eyes along Hiei's body opened, the green tint of his skin darkening while the malevolent eyes focused on the miko within his grasp. Kurama stepped back against the barrier, not wishing to be detected by the hybrid just yet. He had yet to figure out what was so special about this miko that Hiei would seek her out on this night, giving up the chance to filet a demon that had crossed the barrier from the Makai. Plus, he did not wish to have an irritated, enraged, and aroused hybrid, which had just lost control of himself to his basic instincts, chasing after him in hopes of killing him. He already had the pleasant memory of dying once, he did not wish for a second one.
However, Kurama's eyes darted to the expanse of skin exposed for the hybrid to see. He wished to know what was so special about that piece of flesh that had caught Hiei's attention, causing him to lose the last of his fragile control. True, Kurama knew that it was the spot in which a demon marked its mate, but he did not expected to actually see the twin puncture wounds on the miko's shoulder.
The hybrid pressed closer to her, his movements becoming erratic, and he snarled. The sound was dark, dangerous, and demanded that the miko give herself to him. It demanded that the miko put her trust in him, and Kurama was surprised when she gasped, falling over the edge again, that she did just that. She tilted her head further to the side, and Hiei gave a pleased growl as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His tongue, from what Kurama could see, played with the mark, tapping against it and causing the miko to groan from deep in her throat.
The dawning of realization began to sink into Kurama's skin, but he did not believe it until the hybrid stiffened. He growled deep from his chest, the dark sound rumbling through his body and making the miko shake, before he sank his fangs roughly into the marking. His energy spiked, followed by the miko's, and she began to shake again while the hybrid sucked the blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth into his throat. He growled in pleasure, while the human miko scratched at his back with her blunt nails, somehow missing a few of the cracked open eyes by centimeters.
The final piece of the puzzle hit Kurama hard, though. He almost did not believe it, but it stared him in the face, while the hybrid poured his energy into the wounds on the miko's shoulder, drawing out her own energy through it. That miko, she belonged to Hiei.
She was his mate.