Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feelings for a Fox ❯ Chapter 9

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Kagom'es POV

~~~Chapter 9~~~

Well here I am, back at Shippou's den. Oh didn't I tell you? Before I brought Shippou back to the present, I had him take me to his family's den and asked him if he wanted me to keep it for him. So I had a house built around it, hiding it. I also bought the surrounding land so that there would be a natural area for him to enjoy.

Raised in feudal Japan he is used to the wilderness, and I would never want him to feel closed in. A free spirited fox, he needs natural surroundings. I know it must seem odd that I would take the time to do this, but I never want him to forget his youkai parents. And I thought that he might have kits of his own one day that he would want to see where he lived once. I know that's a long way off yet, but it never hurts to be prepared. I guess you could say this is Shippou's inheritance.

I don't know why I feel so drawn to this place. It's like I'm coming here to be near where the feel of his original parents is so strong. Like I know they are also worried about him as I am. Keeping their spirits company while I wait for news of our son.

Yes Kagome, you have finally cracked.

Oh well.

That energy… how did he get here? I walk through the house to open the front door. As I stand there I see him approaching, walking among the trees and flowers growing recklessly around the house. I really need to get a gardener in here to clean things up a bit. Wait a minute! Focus! Why is Kurama here?

Shiori.

She had to have told him. But why would he take the time to track me down?

I stare at him wondering what exactly he wants from me. That doesn't last long before I give up the wondering part in favor of just staring.

Can you blame me?

Long red hair flowing over broad shoulders, that taper down to lean hips. He changed out of his school clothes. The black slacks he now wore molded to him like a second skin and revealed surprisingly long and muscular legs. He wore a plain white button down shirt with the top couple of buttons undone, revealing warm golden skin. His sharp green eyes seemed more intense than ever, almost as though they are reflecting the deep green of the grass and trees around him. Hey was the grass that green a second ago? Hm…

But it's more than just the physical beauty, that captures my eyes. Although don't get me wrong that certainly doesn't hurt. There is a casual confidence to his movements, a graceful, almost animalistic like quality, as he lightly treads along the path towards the door. He is a man completely at home in his own body, and in the environment he is in. Kurama quite simply belongs here like this, surrounded by trees and flowers. There is a connection than seems to flow between him and the very ground he is walking along, a sharing that is deeper than words.

He is absolutely magnificent.

And if the look he is giving me is any indication he is completely aware of it. It would seem that he is quite accustomed to being shamelessly ogled. Ok, so with that thought, now would be a wonderful time to remember how to breath. Any second now. Yep… I'm gonna figure it out. Just give me a sec-ah there we go!

"Well you look right at home. Nature quite suits you, really. You don't look nearly so impressive at school as you do right now, you know that?" I cock my head to the side. His step falters a second as he walks to the door. Apparently that wasn't the response he was expecting. I nod to myself.

Good.

I simply hate to be predictable.

"Now what hell are you doing here?"

Definitely not the response he was looking for. But he's quick about gathering himself, I'll give him that. He gives me this slow melting smile, and the silver merges with him. Oh that should be bottled for sure. I feel my hands twitch as I tamp down the desire to run my hands through his silky hair to see if I would be able to feel the fuzzy ears that just twitched. Oh Kami, why does he have to have those ears? They're just sooo adorable!

As far as I'm concerned ears on a guy are like wings on a guy for my friend. How did she put it? Oh yes, 'He has such a large… wingspan!' Heh, I'll bet. Or if we're talking about a completely human model of male, it would be an accent. You get two males who are about the same level of cuteness with about the same style of clothing and I'll definitely look at the guy with the accent. I can't help it really. It's just that little something extra that is just a total turn on. But fuzzy ears are a particular weakness of mine. The fuzziness will win out every time in my book. Oohh they moved again!

Oops, he was talking to me.

"What did you just say?"

He's giving me a funny look now.

"Are you ok?" he asks in his quiet voice.

Me? I just got distracted because you flickered and then they twitched, and everything just went downhill from there.

"I'm fine. I was thinking about something else. Now what were you saying?"

"I was telling you that I work for Koenma, and he's assigned me to protect you during this case."

Case? Well that explains a lot now. He's one of Koenma's spirit detectives. Hm, interesting. They usually try to get their hands on the most elite fighters, with the purest hearts and the greatest potential. Aww I feel so special!

"Koenma," I pause to capture his eyes with my own, "is a dork." With that I turn to go back inside, leaving the door open for him to follow or not as he saw fit.

What do you know? He followed.

Yeah so that was yesterday.

I can see why Koenma chose Kurama to be the one to keep me out of trouble. He is an entertaining companion. I spent the entire day dodging his subtle attempts to get information. He was good too. Also, once you get past the 'perfect schoolboy' façade he actually has a wonderfully wicked sense of humor. Terribly amusing as he is, however, my son is out there in the hands of a psychotic demon who happens to hate my guts and wants me dead.

Now I know logically that Shippou has only been gone a day and as such I can't expect that he has been saved yet. That would be asking a lot. But still, there's no way I can just sit around and wait. I hate waiting. Simply not happening. Of course I can't go to the Makai to get my son that would be breaking the deal I made with Koenma. But still… that doesn't mean I can't go to the Makai for another reason. Like visiting relatives! I wonder how Fluffy and Rin are doing? Haven't seen them in quite some time.

Perfect! I'll just slip out real quick and I'll be gone before he knows it. It's five o'clock now. If I hurry I may even make it to the Makai in time for supper. With that thought in place I grab some money from my backpack and shove it into my pocket. I run my hand along my leg as I do so. I just can't help it, I love feely stuff. They remind me of his ears… This can't be good.

Just so you know it's not weird that I'm doing this, I'm wearing my pair of fuzzy black pants. You know the kind of material that you rub one way and it feels all rough and then you rub it another way and it's all soft and feely. Although I doubt Kurama's silverness's fur goes in the same direction. I bet the fuzzy on his ears goes down, while the fuzzy on my pants goes up.

Oh my God!

I'm wearing feel me up pants!

Oh my God!

Not only am I wearing feel me up pants, I realized I was wearing feel me up pants while contemplating Kurama.

Shut up brain! I'm going to go to Makai to visit the family and you are not going to say another word. So there!

I walk out the door, satisfied that I have shown my wayward mind it's proper place. Now thinking of Kurama, where is the man? I can't see him anywhere and he seems to be suppressing his ki. Wait! No thinking! Thinking is bad! I pause by a tree and gaze around. Looks like the red head has been a busy boy. Somehow the plant life all around looks greener, and healthier. There aren't tangles of weeds hidden amongst the flowers any more. The place looks completely breathtaking. I don't think I've ever seen the land around here look so well tended, and yet completely wild all at once.

I turn back to leave and find my way blocked by an arm that is braced against the tree I am standing next to. I allow my eyes to trail along the muscled appendage, tracing over the silver strands that fell across his strong shoulders and neck. I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach as my eyes continue along their path, over the sensually curved lips and high cheek bones before skidding to a halt at the sight of the hooded golden orbs. The look in his eyes makes a shiver go down my spine.

This is stupid.

I can't fall into lust with the guy. I just met him officially the other day, even if I have been watching him carefully for the past couple of months.

"Where do you think you're going?" his deep voice asks me. He takes a step closer and I try to back away, but I feel the rough bark of the tree behind me and I realize that he has me trapped. Is it just me or did the temperature suddenly rise? He gives a quiet, satisfied growl, and the corner of his mouth kicks up in an incredibly sexy half grin.

Don't you look at me like you're mama doesn't feed you!

"Where'd Kurama go?" I ask mildly, forcing myself not to stiffen up under his gaze. Arrogant male. I won't give him the satisfaction. He seems to realize what I'm thinking. His ears flick in amusement. My eyes are drawn upwards at the motion. Fuzzy ears! And they're so much bigger than Inuyasha's were! They're mocking me! I'm sure of it!

"My human half is here. He's just… taking a break. We've been working around here." His ears aren't moving anymore. Damn. But something else is. What the? Is that a tail? I never noticed that before. Apparently I haven't taken nearly enough time appraising, ah- appreciat- er…herm. Ah fuck it there no way to make this thought sound nice- I just haven't spent nearly enough time staring at his ass. There! I said it! Well, thought it. Whatever! I hope whatever lord of cosmic jest who is putting me through this is enjoying the show. And they'd better hope I never find out who they are!

Of course if I'm going to be in this situation then why not take advantage of the opportunity? I could probably have thought of several reasons if I hadn't ordered my brain to be quiet a minute ago. I wish I had thought of that before I decided not to think. Instead of stopping to carefully think about it, I reach up and indulge myself. Oh yeah. Gotta love the ears.

"So I see. Tell me something. What are you exactly? I mean I know you're a youkai but what kind of youkai are? You have ears like Inuyasha but you have a tail like Fluffy, and they're dog demons. Are you like a different breed of dog?" Ok that was really a stupid thought. Kind of scary too. I mean what if there are a bunch of little demon Chihuahuas running around and they are even now plotting to take over the world? Poodles are evil, so we'd be on our guard against them. But Chihuahuas?

"I'm not a dog. I'm a silver kitsune, and you may call me Youko."

The vibrations Youko's purrs were sliding through me, almost rattling my teeth as he settled himself more comfortably against me. I realized that I was still massaging his furry ears and I quickly jerked my hands away. Is he sniffing me? I could feel the muscled outline of his body pressing into me, and he was returning the favor of my petting by doing some petting of his own. Eeep! He just felt me up! Hey! My pants are not an excuse to go around -

Whatever I was about to think next was completely derailed when he started to lick my neck. My head fell back against the tree, and he traced a path along my jaw up to the corner of my mouth where he planted a single feathery kiss. And stopped to look at me with a mischievously expectant grin. Oh he is evil! I give him the glare of DEATH!

Stop teasing me damn it!

I felt myself getting yanked against him fully. Man if I thought I could feel him before- oh my! And suddenly he swooped in and captured my lips in a mind numbing kiss. His tail wrapped itself around my waist, holding me captive. I found myself helplessly moaning as he quite thoroughly explored my mouth. I don't know how long the kiss lasted. An eternity, an instant. I never wanted it to end. Although you know eventually this exquisite feeling is going to have to stop so we can breath again. Then again…

Oxygen is probably overrated.

He broke the kiss.

I can't believe it! I whimpered when he stopped. How undignified can you get?

We stood there panting, staring at each other, trying to regain our breath. And in my case, the ability to coherently string words together. I can say with complete sincerity that I was totally shocked when he started to laugh.

What's so funny?

"So responsive, little miko. How delightful! How can you possibly want to leave when there is so much that we can continue to do here?" I feel like a bucket of ice was thrown over my head. How can I plan on leaving indeed?

I allowed my temper free reign. "I can leave because I'm hungry and I'm going to get some food! You can come if you want but you'd better put Red back in charge because I don't think they allow pets where I'm going!" I spat, shoving him out of my way and opened a portal. I almost felt bad about the look of stunned disbelief on his face at my words. Almost.

The air crackled dangerously around me when he tried to grab my arm. "Don't even think about it!" I hissed in rage. I was practically shaking in barely suppressed fury. How dare he?!

I stepped through the portal and he followed me, transforming into the more familiar and less threatening Shuuichi model along the way. I ignore his pleading to know what's wrong. I walk out of the alley I had teleported us to and into the American style restaurant I had decided on when I realized I couldn't go to the Makai because he'd tell Koenma, or try to stop me.

As soon as I stepped foot into the softly lit restaurant, the host took one look at my face and silently led me to a dim corner booth away from the crowd. Kurama followed quietly. He didn't say a word, merely stared at me with a hurt sort of confusion, with just a hint of anger underneath. Neither of us spoke except to give the waiter our order.

Our server's name was Rick. Actually his name was Ricardo; he's a foreign exchange student from Spain. Before you get curious, the reason I know that is because I own this restaurant and I hired him. He's one of my best people in this place. I'm rather glad he's our server right now. He's one of those people who just have a calming presence. I feel like I need that right now. Actually I know I need that right now.

"Shuuichi-san!"

My head jerked around and I stared at the girl who had miraculously appeared by our table. So much for calming presences. Hm, black hair, big doe like eyes and a curvy figure that was cleverly displayed. I can almost see the anime-esque bubbles and sparkles appear around her as she stares at him with shiny eyes.

For one crazy second I was tempted to tell her she wasn't his type. After all she wasn't his assignment at the moment now was she? And she wasn't trying to get away from him so there was no need for him to use his charms to try and distract her. How dare he try to use my attraction to him against me?!

Bastard! I am not just a fucking job!

My eyes narrowed in remembered annoyance. And how dare she interrupt my icy fit of justified displeasure?!

Bitch! Are you too stupid to notice there's a murderously rage-filled female sitting right here?

"I'm so glad to see you! I didn't expect you to be here!" Okay, so apparently she is.

She acted as if she had finally noticed me, "Oh who is this? Is she your sister?" Ah yes, I remember this girl now. I couldn't think of her name and honestly I don't care what her name is. She's the head of his fan club. Definitely stupid if she can't recognize the 'gay transvestite' of the school. She should. After all she was among the more vicious in the rumor mill who were bashing me.

"No she's not," I spoke with a smile that could compete with an arctic winter before Kurama could respond. I flicked a challenging look at him before focusing on the girl, "And before you ask, no she's not his girlfriend and no this isn't a date. She has no prior claim on him so if he decides to take you on the table the only thing she would be able to do is suggest you get a room, or barring that, to skooch over a bit so she can have room to eat when her food arrives. And speaking of food, you're blocking our waiter."

Kurama gaped at me as if I had sprouted another head. Ricky was trying manfully to choke back his laughter. The fan girl was staring at me with a glazed expression and her face was almost the same shade as Kurama's hair. I've done a good deed! How special, I've just given her a mental image that she can treasure for the rest of her life. Feeling almost pleased with myself I grab a fork and start digging in.

Man, am I hungry!