Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hentai Bets ❯ Don't Bet on It ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“regular talking”
“Youko”
“Kurama”
“Hiei”


D ISCLAIMER: I still don’t own or profit from my usage of characters from Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho. (Still think it would be nice, though.)

“Lady Botan! How nice to see you again.”

The Spirit Detectives looked up as a handsome, wolf spirit swaggered into the room. His long, dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail. He had on blue jeans and cowboy boots with a blue plaid button-up shirt which he wore unbuttoned almost to his waist. The pretty, blue-haired ferry spirit smiled and greeted him.

“Hello, Prince Kouga.”

“Well, let’s go! I dropped Kagome and the others off about an hour ago. They’re probably gathering supplies in the village and securing rooms for the night at the resort.”

Saying that, he opened a portal and stepped through with Botan right behind him, and a rather apprehensive group of detectives following.


“I wonder what this Lady Kagome looks like? I hope she has nice, long legs so she can …”

“Youko, can we please, just this once, focus on the mission without getting carried away by your fantasies of naked women and exotic sexual positions?”
“We wouldn’t have to ‘get carried away’ by my fantasies if you’d cooperate and find us a fitting bed partner. We haven’t had sex for almost 6 months now, and that last one -- that librarian -- wasn’t much sport.”

“She was very pretty and very intelligent. Mother liked her, too.”
“She was very boring. And Shiori wasn’t the one having to try to coax her out of the missionary position, to no avail, both times. And we’re no where near thinking of taking a mate at this point in our lives, so who cares if Shiori likes her anyway? And you know you weren’t interested enough to invite her in a third time, either.”


“Same problem as always, fox? Still can‘t find a female who meets your standards and Youko’s requirements, too?”
“Don’t get him started, Hiei.”
“Yes, Hiei. Don’t get all snide with me just because you’re forced to take out your sexual frustration by hacking and slashing your way through the forests of the Makai instead of enjoying the delights of a beautiful woman.”

“Hn. I don’t allow my ‘urges’ to distract or control me.”

“Good thing since you have no idea how to go about seducing a woman.”

“Just what are you saying?” His eyes narrowed in annoyance and he glared in Kurama’a direction.
“I’m saying you’d never get laid if the Makai bitches didn’t go into heat.”
“Youko! Hiei, don’t pay any attention to him. You know how he gets sometimes. He‘s angry with me and just taking it out on you.”

“Oh no. Stop babying the mean-tempered little bastard, Red. Acting like he’s better than us. He’s just not honest enough to admit he’d like to find a real lover, too, instead of just mindlessly rutting an occasional demoness. But he doesn’t stand a chance with any worthwhile female.”

“You are worse than a bitch in heat. And when is the last time YOU had a ‘worthwhile’ lover? You’re quick to push Kurama at every pretty face you see, only to whine and complain later about the many qualities they lack. You haven’t been able to find and seduce a truly ‘worthwhile’ female in all the time I’ve known you. And I simply haven‘t had the need nor the inclination to try to procure a ‘real’ lover. I don‘t have the time or the patience to have to deal with a ‘relationship’ -- I see no benefit in it.”

“Ha! Like I said, you couldn’t coax a worthwhile female into your bed if you tried. And you probably wouldn’t know what to do with her if you could. A quick rut with a nameless body does not compare with the infinite pleasures that can be found and enjoyed with an interested and interesting partner. I feel sorry for you. Maybe you should borrow this necklace when we find it.”

“You go too far, fox. Do not presume to insult me further or you will find yourself unable to satisfy your perverted desires until the appendage in question regenerates in a hundred years or so.”
“Um … Hiei? That’s MY body you are threatening, and you’re both making me very uncomfortable with this little argument you’re having. Can we please forget about it and just concentrate on the mission?”


“No. It’s time we teach this arrogant little prick a lesson. I propose a little contest. The first one to seduce and bed this Lady Kagome wins.”

“Hn. A ningen? My tastes do not run that way.”

“From what Koenma and Enmaru were saying about her, she must be exceptionally beautiful. Not only does Enmaru think she will have no problem getting close to any of the businessmen at the retreat, but both demi-gods admitted they are attracted to her, as well.”

“We would have to both agree that she is attractive and interesting enough to be considered worthwhile. What are the stakes?”
“What?!? You aren’t serious! Any ‘worthwhile’ female would have your heads if she ever found out you two were having a little ‘contest’ over her. And in your case, Youko, that means MY head.”



“Ten thousand yen, and if you win, I’ll give you one of my greatest treasures: a hand-crafted katana made by the legendary Totousai. If I win, you properly and carefully cultivate my rose garden for a week, and formally give Kuwabara permission to court Yukina and take her out without following them.”

“You are asking a lot on your end, fox.”

“Want to concede and admit you don’t stand a chance?”
“Hn.”
“So, we are agreed on the terms?”
“Hn.”

“Yo u’ve both lost your minds. You can’t bet on something like that. I won‘t be a part of it.”
“Don‘t kid yourself, Red. If she turns out be acceptable to both me and Hiei, she’ll have to really be something. In which case, you may very well be interested in her, too. But, I’ll be happy to do the pursuing myself. What female could resist the full-blown charms of a silver kitsune?”

“Hn. A ‘worthwhile’ one.”
“OOoooohh! You sawed-off, little …”
“Will you both knock it off? Kouga seems to have spotted one of the other team.”


A loud SMACK was heard, followed by a cry of “Hentai!” Kouga headed straight for the young man now bearing a red, hand-shaped print on his left cheek. He was a good-looking ningen, with dark hair caught back in a short tail at the nape of his neck. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a tight, purple, muscle shirt with the words ”Highway to Heaven” across the front of it with a picture of a road leading down into his pants. He was carrying an ancient-looking Shakujou just like the oldtime intinerent monks used to carry.

“Miroku. Even though your kazaana is no longer cursed, you still carry the other curse of your forefathers, ne?

“ I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I’m talking about the way you can’t keep your hands off women’s butts.”

“Now, Kouga, you know I cannot be blamed for attempting to regain my balance if I slip on a loose stone or inadvertently trip over a branch or tree root.”

“Ha! That’s a good one, monk.”

“And who might this delightful and beautiful companion of yours be?”

“Oh yeah. Botan, this is Miroku. Don’t stand too close to him.”


Miroku smoothly stepped past Kouga to gently clasp one of Botan’s hands between his own.
“Lady Botan, I am privileged to be allowed to meet one of such incomparable beauty and grace. Would you do me the honor of bearing my child?”

Blushing profusely, Botan stammered, “Um….I…er…”

“I can’t believe it! He’s gone Kuwabara one better with that line,” Yuske said, with a sweat drop glistening on his forehead.

“Hey! I would never ask a girl something like THAT. It ain’t decent,” Kuwabara complained.

“You unrelenting hentai. Will you please cease asking every woman we come across that annoying and desperate-sounding question?”


The detectives focused on the approaching figure of a tall, elegantly handsome male, with long, wavy, black hair flowing down his back and snapping red eyes. It was readily apparent that he was of at least partial youkai blood, though none of them could discern exactly what kind of youkai he was. He was wearing a pair of gray cargo pants with a spotlessly white polo shirt. And he gave off an aura as dark and dangerous as Hiei’s.
“You must be Koenma’s team of detectives.”
Kurama stepped forward to make the introductions, but was cut off by Kouga demanding, “Where’s my woman?”

Immediately, the 2 males from the other team replied, “She’s NOT Your woman!” The monk seemed slightly amused, but the hanyou seemed quite irritated.

“Just once, I wish you would refrain from making that annoying claim on my Miko every time you show up.”

Now, the monk and the wolf declared in unison, “She’s NOT Your Miko!”

Just then, a low, friendly-sounding, feminine voice called out, “All right guys. They only had four rooms available, so we’ll have to double up.”


All eyes turned to the woman approaching from the side.

End Chapter Two