Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness in my soul ❯ An unordinary tea ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: Murail

Chapter 3: An unordinary tea

Kurama was watching rain from his cave. Sakura didn't return yet and he couldn't go outside search after her, because in heavy rain he lost her scent. He yawned and wrapped his arms around his legs, his chest resting against his knee. He was still wonder from where she could come from. He never saw such strange clothes like hers.

She hadn't any boots but her feet are so smooth. It was almost like if she lost them before I met her. Hmm, she has pretty feet too. It's luck that Sesshomaru doesn't like humans. But maybe he will change his mind. I hope no. Someone like him doesn't deserve to even touch such a beauty.

Sakura appeared in the cave entrance, her whole body wet from rain. He turned his head to her and smirked. The dress fit tightly around her perfect curves and for Kurama it was a really wonderful picture. She started wring her hair and only at that time Kurama realized her shaking body and almost blue lips. He grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her cold shoulders.

“Couldn't you return earlier? You are as cold as ice! But if you want I can warm you up.” His attempt at seduction she ignored and sent him one deadly glare. Kurama shrugged his shoulders. He slowly started stroke her back and arm to warm her up. Her scent was overwhelming. Kurama had problems to concentrate, because in her full and spicy smell he was loosing his control.

Sakura didn't move even an inch when Kurama's movement started to be more intimate. She just stood her eyes narrow. She could tell that Kurama almost lost his control. Before it could go out from their hands, she raised her head and looked right into his golden eyes.

“Stop it, Kurama! I don't like it.” Her voice was calm and soft but Kurama winced like if she slapped him. He quickly blinked, tried to gain his self control again.

Never before. Never. What the hell is going on? I almost lost control over myself. It's not only her body. Something about her is forcing me to desire her. Something about her is waking up something hidden deep in my soul. Something what I thought was dead for many years. How can she do it? This feeling telling me that I must have her. Only me and nobody else!

Kurama turned away from her and walked deeper into the cave. Sakura breathed out in relieve. She wasn't sure what she would do if Kurama didn't stop. She was still too much scare to let someone to touch her. She could felt spots where Kurama's clawed fingers touch her. Unfortunately her fear was stronger than the feeling of pleasure.

Sakura was still cold from her wet clothes and her cheeks were icily pale. She reached her hands out near to fire, to fully feel the warmth. After few moments Kurama returned to her, crimson red kimono in his hands.

“Here!” he held it before her. “You should change or you will catch a cold.”

Sakura looked at the kimono and blinked. Well, the fabric looked really expensive and superiorly. Its design was perfect too, but….

“Kurama, please, don't take me bad, I don't want to sound like fault-founder, but doesn't this clothes looks like if they missed some parts? I mean many parts!”

Kurama chuckled. Without hesitation started undress her. Sakura's cheek was now crimson red as the kimono before her. She did one step back and looked at him angrily.

“What the hell are you doing? I can change myself, but can you tell me first why did you choose something what looks more like an underwear?” she barked at him. Her face was still brightly red and from her eyes shone fury. Kurama started laugh.

“Sorry for that. It was just a joke.”

“I think that I don't like your jokes!” replied Sakura ironically. Kurama smirked at her and gave her the kimono so she could change. He went somewhere again. Sakura didn't care where the cave continued and quickly undress herself. The kimono fitted perfectly. Her bare legs were showed in their whole beauty. Sakura cursed. That kimono was really short for her. She liked short skirt but this was a pure provocation. She heavily sighed and sat down. The fireplace was so warm and she was still cold.

When Kurama returned he found her sleeping on the floor rolled into a tight ball. Carefully, because he didn't want to wake her up, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed. When he covered her by blanket he noticed that her face was tense.

She must have a bad dream.

Kurama started stroking her face and lightly touched her lips by his. Sakura shivered, but didn't wake up.

You will be mine, Sakura, and I promise you I will protect you against everything what would hurt you!

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Two days slowly passed and Sakura started learn more about Kurama and world where she appeared. She wasn't sure, but she thought that she was in past. The rain had no intention to stop so she was stuck in the cave with one mean and mysterious demon. Now was evening again and Sakura started being nervous. And impatient.

“I told you already, that it's not my fault. We can go after the rain stop. You are pretty impatient, you know?” Kurama swallow the remark about impatience in a bed. He already learned that Sakura didn't take such comments calmly and he didn't want to make her angry.

Sakura took another sip of tea and didn't response. Her mind was focused on finding a way that could take her from here, but it was useless. Kurama's attempt for seduction kept her mind highly stung. She must admit that he had endurance of a fly hitting a window. She couldn't understand why he was doing this. Many men before him were acting like if they didn't hear her to tell them to leave her alone or really leave her alone after she told them. Kurama doesn't. He didn't do anything more radical, but sometimes he softly touched her or said something what would seduced her, if it was under different circumstances.

Sakura didn't see Kurama who was looking at her. She was playing with the cup and didn't even listen. The fire illuminated her own dress she refused to wear that red one - she told Kurama that she looks like a whore from a night bar - and her sad face.

This is weird. Tonight I feel different. Like… hmm, I don't know how exactly. It's really annoying. Kurama is handsome but weird too. I still can't tell who he is. He has so difficult personality. But he can do a wonderful tea.

Sakura felt strange heat rising in her cheeks. She put the cup aside and touched her forehead with her hand. Her hands were little shaking and she must close her eyes, because everything around her was floating. The heart in her chest was beating in a weird way. Her blood was more and more hot with every beat of her heart. Sakura's eyelids were too heavy. She couldn't open them. She carefully stood up and tried say something logical.

“I should go sleep. I feel weird.” It was almost impossible for her to think. Her mind was covered by milky coloured mist. Before she could make only one step she felt strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Kurama kissed her fully on her lips and Sakura wasn't able to think anymore. He lifted her and carried her on bed. Without breaking kiss he put her down on the bed and ripped her dress on pieces. His hands hungrily stroked her naked curves. He left her lips and continued on her neck down to her collarbone.

Sakura's body was tense and she felt every touch that Kurama cause her as if he jabbed her with a needle. She desperately wanted to think but it was useless. Everything what she knew was that she like that. She gasped for air when Kurama took her breast into his mouth.

What's going on? Why I need from him to touch me more? Why my body likes it so much?

When she felt Kurama's naked form she shivered. She wrapped her slim arm around his shoulders as the demon pressed his body against her. Her face was hid in his silver hair. She deeply inhaled his overwhelming scent and let her arousal to take control over her.

Kurama deeply kissed her and made her spread her legs. He could hear her heavy breath when he slowly moved in and out from her.

So beautiful. Not child, but already woman. This is just beginning. You were mean only for me. You will see, Sakura!

Kurama was determined to make her scream his name in sweet agony of pleasure. He lost his control when she moaned and once her climax hit her and screamed his name, he pressed his lips on hers and deeply kissed her. His own climax followed soon and he fell exhausted next to her.

He could still smell the potion in her blood. He wasn't sure if he would was able to seduced her without it. But he was sure that he could lash her to him. He wrapped one arm around her and gently kissed her on her head. She was already sleeping as tired as him self.

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When Sakura woke up next morning she was in an awful mood. She silently growled from her sleep and smirked without opening her eyes.

This was the most idiotic dream that I've ever had!

She growled again and opened her eyes. She was looking right into Kurama's golden one, than her memory returned back to her.

Shit, it wasn't a dream. But how? I would never do this not after what happened in Kyoto!

“How did you sleep?” he asked her, little smirk on his face. Sakura's blood boiled up when she saw it.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?” she yelled at him. Kurama shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing you wouldn't like.” He chuckled and leaned to her. Before he could kiss her she pushed him away.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! GO AWAY FROM ME!” from her hands shot brightly blue light and Kurama cried in pain. Sakura didn't wait for anything and wrapped the blanked around her naked body. She passed Kurama, who was evidently unconscious and ran from the cave.

Outside was still raining, but Sakura didn't notice it. From her eyes were falling tears as she running through the forest. Her bare feet were covered from mud and grass, but it was unimportant for her.

He touched me!!

Sakura tripped up over root and fell down. Immediately she got up and continued in running. She was hysterical and desperately wanted to get away from Kurama.

He touched me like that man in Kyoto! How dare he!

Somewhere she scratched her leg. She didn't notice it. Every single tear fell into her heart and cause her pain bigger than anyone could imagine.

He is not different from that man. Kurama is same as him.

She tripped up again. This time she was able to stay on her legs. She still kept running.

He touched me. He is same as every man. I can't trust them. I mustn't trust them.

Sakura's heart was falling apart and she couldn't stop it. Her mind was rave and it took too much from her strength to stay sane.

I can't trust them. I must….

Sakura fell on the ground her body exhausted from running. Her mind was deeply wounded and she could do anything about it. She was lying on the ground and fell unconscious. She couldn't feel anything. As her mind slipped down into darkness she felt her hot tears mixing with mud and rain.

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A man in white kimono stopped before a motionless girl and looked down to her. His silver hair was wet from rain and water was falling from his face too.

What can do a girl on this place only in a blanket? I can smell someone familiar on her but I'm not sure who it can be. Wait, something is in her blood. No way. It must be…KURAMA!

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