Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hentai Bets ❯ Nighttime Escapades and Picking Kurama's Pockets (I) ( Chapter 6 )

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Once again, this chapter started taking on a life of its own and got away from me. So, I’m splitting it into two parts. Hope you like!


talking
mental/telepathic conversations -Youko , Kurama , Hiei
(thoughts)

DISCLAIMER: IF I LIVE TO BE 100, I WILL DO SO KNOWING I NEVER OWNED OR PROFITED FROM USING ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR SETTINGS FROM “INUYASHA” OR “YU YU HAKUSHO” IN MY WRITINGS.
(But, if I live to be 101 …)



Kurama sighed as he tried to get comfortable enough to get some rest. It had been a long, unsettling day. First, they were called into Koenma’s office only to find him rolling around on his desk, furiously FIGHTING with another childlike demi-god, who it just so happens is his younger brother. The brother, Enmaru, just so happens to be in charge of HALF of the Spirit Realm’s Administrative and Investigative duties. AND, he just so happens to have his own team of Spirit Detectives. As if all of that weren’t surprising enough, they discover their mission involves them working with that team of detectives, who are as weird a bunch as they are themselves, if not MORE.

THEN, Youko decides to start whining about their sex life, or lack thereof, and gets in a rather nasty argument with Hiei. Somehow, now Kurama finds himself involved in a bet regarding possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen -- a bet which has pitted him in a competition to seduce and bed said woman before Hiei does. The whole idea of a “bet” riding on such an outcome was rather distasteful to Kurama, and he had protested. He DID TOO! But, the sad truth was, she appealed to him greatly and he wanted her. So, regardless of the surrounding circumstances, he was going to pursue her. But, he was unsure just how this pursuit was going to play out with Youko and Hiei involved.

Already, the two were trying to interfere with each other, -- okay, so maybe Youko was the one who started THAT, what with trying to partner Hiei up with Jakotsu, then suggesting Kagome slap him and all, but Hiei HAD managed to stick HIM with Jakotsu at dinner tonight -- (still got to get him for that). So, he had spent a most uncomfortable evening fending off both Jakotsu’s hands and his suggestions, while having to watch Hiei sit with Kagome. And touch her. And dance with her! And it even looked like he had KISSED her neck. To top it all off, he had the distinct feeling that Hiei’s interest in the woman wasn’t simply a matter of pride. No, he was pretty sure Hiei was actually -- dare he say it? -- really interested in HER. Which complicated things. Because Kurama was also pretty sure that HE was really interested in her, too. He certainly didn’t care about Youko’s silly bet. But, he would bet any amount of money that THAT bet was going to come back and bite him in the ass. He sighed again.

“Will you stop that infernal noise?” his roommate snapped at him.

“Well pardon me, but you haven’t spoken to me for that last hour, and I’m just a little tired of watching you brood over there by the window.”

Hiei’s retort was cut off by a frantic-sounding voice accompanied by a furious banging on their door.

“Open up!! I need some towels!! Hurry!!”

“Is that the monk?” Kurama asked.

“Guys! Need towels -- NOW!!”

“It would appear so, “ Hiei replied.

Getting up and opening the door, Kurama saw Miroku standing there, wearing a purple bathrobe, and looking like he’d just run a marathon.

“Please, give me some towels!”

“What happened to the towels in your room?” Kurama asked politely, as he went and gathered a few towels for the distressed man.

“I don’t know. That freak Naraku did something with them. They’re all gone.”

Yusuke and Kuwabara, hearing the monk’s knocking and yelling, joined them in Kurama and Hiei’s room.

“What the hell is going on?!!?” Yusuke demanded.

“Yeah,” Kuwabara added, “what’s so important about some towels?”

“I’d like to know that as well,” Kurama said as he handed them to him. “Couldn’t you have just called down to the front desk and asked for some more?”

“No time!! You know this resort has a lot of hot springs set up like public bathhouses, but each with a different theme, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Jakotsu booked one for Kagome at 11:00 p.m. Even as we speak, she is relaxing in the ‘Garden of Heavenly Delights.’ It’s a co-ed spring. And I have to be sure Kagome remembered to take a towel,” he said, with his eyebrows waggling before taking off at a run for the stairs.

The detectives stared after him for a minute. Then they looked at each other. Then they took off -- each ran to a dresser and grabbed a robe then a towel for themselves and headed out into the hall for the stairs.

When the four detectives finally caught up with Miroku, he was standing outside a fence arguing with Naraku.

“… all the towels?!!?”

“That’s none of your concern. I need them for something.”

“Go get some from the desk next time.”

“First, pay up.”

Miroku looked around to see the detectives joining them.

“All right. I’ll give you the 50 yen when we go back to the room. Kuwabara, I’m really disappointed in you. I was sure you wouldn’t come to peek at Kagome. I bet Naraku that only the other 3 would show up.”

Kuwabara turned a deep, bright red. “Uh, … well, … I wasn’t, …”

“Yeah, right, big guy,” Yusuke teased him.

“You know, I’m not sure we should be here.”

“What? And miss seeing Kagome’s perfectly-toned, supple little body all glistening and wet from the warm air and water of a hot spring?!? Of course we should be here! We should have brought soap! And bath oils! And …”

“I really do not need to hear those thoughts right now, fox.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Well, I should go on in, -- after all, she may need a towel.” And with that, Miroku opened the gate and walked in a few steps before hitting the ground and beginning to crawl along commando-style.

“What the …?”

Naraku rolled his eyes. “Force of habit with him. He spent a lot of time sneaking up on hot springs and rivers during the quest, evidently. I, on the other hand, would just show up whenever and wherever I so desired.” So saying, he stepped on Miroku’s back and walked right past him up the path to the springs.

As they came closer to the springs, they saw that the foliage surrounding it was strategically landscaped with huge, flowering bushes with heady fragrances, shaped like the gods and legends from the constellations. Huge trees towered overhead, creating a canopy-like effect, blocking out the sky. The trees and bushes circled the spring, enclosing it in such a way that the only view of the heavens to be had was from the vantage point of the water itself. The steam from the hot water created a heavy, foggy mist which drifted around the bushes and obscured their vision as they came closer to the water.

Suddenly, they heard Kagome cry out.

“OwOwOw!! Damnit, it hurts!”

“Be still, Kagome. If you’d stop wiggling around so much …”

“Can’t help it! Oh! Yes! Right there! That’s the spot! Harder!”

The six males who had been walking along at a goodly pace broke out in a dead run, not stopping until the first 3 splashed headlong into the water. Kurama, Hiei, and Miroku looked up to see Kagome, clad in a white bikini, sitting on a boulder with Jakotsu rubbing the calf of one of her legs.

“Um, … what’s up, guys?”

Kurama, recovering himself enough to answer, told her, “We heard you yelling and were afraid you were in trouble.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said sheepishly. She waved a hand down at her leg. “Charlie horse.”

“Hellloooooo boys!” Jakotsu sang out. “I’m SO glad you could join us. If any of you get any muscle cramps, I’ll be happy to massage them for you.”

“That’s another 50 yen you owe me, monk.” Naraku said as he pointed to Kagome.

“Kagome-sama, if you don’t mind my asking, why are you wearing a bathing suit in a hot spring?”

“Are you kidding? Did you or did you not come to bring me a towel? Like you always do. Not to mention that this happens to be a co-ed spring, so I thought I might have company.”

“But that’s the whole idea of co-ed springs! To enjoy all the beauties of nature while being completely natural yourself.”

“No dice, Miroku. If I’m not mistaken, the last time I enjoyed nature while being completely natural, you had some kind of calendar made.”

Miroku let out a long sigh and his eyes glazed over. “Ah! THAT was a great Christmas present to myself.”

Miroku became slightly uncomfortable when he felt two pairs of eyes glaring at his back. He rubbed the back of his head nervously and turned around to see twin scowls on Hiei and Kurama’s faces. “Eh, heh heh.”

With a small splash, Kagome lowered herself back into the water. “Thanks, Jakotsu.”

“Anytime, sugar. So, does anyone want their hair washed? Or shall we all just sit back and relax and watch the stars? It‘s a beautiful night.” He was practically dancing in his excitement.

“It really is, guys, and the view from here is rather spectacular. Not quite as awe-inspiring as back in the Sengoku Jidai, when everything was clearer and simpler, but beautiful nonetheless. However, I must be going back now. I have a breakfast date with Hatanaka Yasuo.” She giggled and said, “He said he wants to check on me tomorrow to be sure I’m all right and not too depressed after being abandoned by my boyfriend. He’s the one you threw into the table, Hiei.”

Hiei frowned and growled softly. “Obviously, I did not throw him hard enough.”
Kagome laughed, “No, I think you played it just right. By the way, I didn‘t sense any unusual powers or energy from any of the men at that table. Unless the concealment spell on the necklace renders it completely undetectable, I think it is more likely that whoever has it is not here yet. My breakfast is at 7:30, and the rest of the executives are due to check in by 8:00 so they will all be ready for the first meeting at 8:30. So, Kurama, if you want, we could meet in my room around 8:45 to begin that training in the art of picking pockets. ”

“That would be fine, Kagome.”

“All right then. Good night, guys. Enjoy the spring!” And with that, she stepped out of the water and dried off before wrapping a silky white robe around herself.

After a round of chorused “good nights,” the assembled men sighed and frowned. The hot spring was not nearly so appealing now.

“So, does anybody need their back washed? Oh! You sweet things can go ahead and strip down now that she‘s gone.”

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The peace and quiet of the heart of the night was shattered by a startled yell at one end of the hall, followed closely by a piercing scream at the other.

“Aaarrrggghhh!”

“Eeeeeeeeekkkk!& #8221;

“Jakotsu!”

“Naraku!”
< br> Then the male and female voices melded together.

“What are you doing IN MY BED?!!?”

All of the occupants of the top floor could clearly discern Kurama’s voice as he began to growl menacingly.

“GET OUT!”

While from the other end of the hall, Kagome could be heard asking,

“What in the world are all these towels for? And what is that oily stuff all over you? And WHAT is THAT?!? EW! No, don’t get up! You can stay right there -- I’ll take your bed.”

Then another voice was heard.

“Praise be to Buddha!”

Two doors opened and then slammed shut, followed by the sounds of angry footsteps and mumbled grumblings.

“He didn’t have to be so MEAN about it.”

“I’ll have to have new sheets brought up in the morning.”

“He has no idea what he’s missing out on.”

“Next time I’ll just purify his …”

“Goodnight, Kagome.”

“Goodnight, Jakotsu.”

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The next morning dawned on 1 very irritated avatar, 1 annoyed priestess, 1 pouting ex-mercenary, 1 huffy hanyou, and 4 other very amused detectives.

“You know, Kurama, if you’d rather drop out of the running for Kagome and take the prize already offered, …” Hiei asked with a perfectly straight face, right before he chuckled evilly.

“Shut up, Hiei.”

“Let’s just kill him and get it over with,” Youko growled, flexing his claws.

“Jakotsu? Or Hiei?”

“Yes.”

“D idn’t you sleep well, fox?”

“Okay, that settles that. Hiei it is.”

“Right.”

Hiei just chuckled some more as he left the room.



At 8:45, Kurama knocked on the door to Kagome’s room. When she called out for him to come on in, he went into the living room area and took a seat on the sofa. A minute later, she came out of the bedroom smiling brightly at him.

“Ohayo! Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Hai. Arigato. How was your ‘date’ this morning?”

She sat down on the loveseat and leaned back and relaxed. “It was fine. Although Yasuo-san is a bit too friendly for my comfort, he did introduce me to 4 more of the men as they arrived. I have to say that I did not detect the necklace on anyone I have met so far. Of course, it may be in someone’s luggage, but there are only about a dozen more men to check out. I hope to be able to come into contact with more of them later. I am supposed to have lunch with Yasuo-san and Hattake Shigure at 11:30. They want to introduce me to the head of their department, Sotanaba Yuki. They will all be at another meeting at 1:00, which should give you an opportunity to start searching their rooms.”

“Good.”

“Kurama, …” she began hesitantly, looking down at her hands in her lap, “I am very sorry about Jakotsu’s behavior last night. And I appreciate you not killing him.”

“Don’t give it another thought. It certainly wasn’t your fault, and I have fended off overly-amorous potential lovers before. Though most of them have been female,” he said with a grin. “It sounded like you had a little problem yourself.”

She grimaced and shuddered. “Hai. It took me by surprise, too. Naraku hasn’t done anything like that for months. And all that oily stuff and the towels and that, that thing -- I don’t even want to know what he was thinking! At least this time I didn’t have to untie him. Last time, … well, I swear I just have no idea how he managed to tie himself to my bed in THAT position -- he’s quite a contortionist apparently …” her voice trailed off.

“Naraku is apparently more of a hentai than Jakotsu. Wonder what he did have planned with the oil and towels, and what was the other thing he had?”

“I don’t -- I don’t think I even want to know.”

“You know, it was easy to see right away how a team with Miroku and Jakotsu got nicknamed the HSDs, but I never would have guessed it of Naraku just from meeting him.”

“Oh, that hanyou is more twisted than the other two put together. He has more sex than most rock stars, and he’s always trying to requisition the strangest things as necessities for our missions. I’ll never forget the time Lord Enmaru got the bill for 100 Amazonian leeches. I’m just glad THEY didn’t turn up in my bed. He has a strange fixation on me for some reason.”

“Well, at least I can’t fault his taste.”

Kagome suddenly jumped up and covered her mouth with one hand. Her eyes were wide with alarm. “Oh NO!”

Kurama stood up quickly and put an arm around her. “What’s wrong?”

“Hiei’s supposed to be out scouting with him today and I forgot to warn him. Have they left yet?”

“I’m afraid they left about 15 minutes ago. But if you want, I can try to contact him telepathically.”

“Really? I didn’t know you had that kind of ability.”

“Actually, it’s due to the Jagan Hiei has implanted in his forehead. Because of our friendship, we just keep a link open so we can communicate without having to talk. It comes in handy during our missions and also since Hiei doesn’t like to talk much.”

“I wondered about the power source under that bandana of his. Well, if you can, please contact him and let him know that Naraku has a, um, …fetish, I guess you’d say, that may come out while they’re in the woods. And please ask Hiei not to kill him.”

“What kind of fetish, Kagome?”

“Well, sometimes, especially if he’s out in the woods, he likes to run around in a white baboon pelt. And nothing else. And if they come across anyone, he may …”

“May what?”

“Um …. expose himself.”

“Oh, this is TOO good, Red! Hiei’s stuck out in the woods with a flasher? Oh, my sides!!” Youko was doubled over with laughter.

Kurama wasn’t much better.

“You’re not serious, are you?” he laughed, collapsing back onto the sofa.

“I’m afraid so. Will you please warn Hiei?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re not really going to warn the little twerp, are you? After him sticking us with Jakotsu at dinner last night? And you can’t tell me he couldn’t have warned us about that girlyman climbing into our bed, either. You know nobody sneaks up on Hiei.”

“You’re right. He’s on his own with the flasher.”

“Now, Kagome, shall we get down to business?”

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Kurama looked at what Kagome was wearing approvingly. Apparently, she was serious about the lessons and had dressed accordingly. She was wearing a fitted, knee- length blue jean skirt that had slits up both sides to mid-thigh, and had both front and hip pockets, and a shortsleeved white blouse with pockets over each breast. The top three buttons were left undone, plainly showing a pretty pink pendant on a long chain that plunged down into her cleavage. Oh yes, he definitely approved of her choice of clothing for their lesson.

He had dressed for the occasion, too. Keeping in mind their targets were executives, he assumed that they would often be wearing the usual business attire -- slacks, shirt and tie, and jacket. Kurama’s slacks were khaki-colored, well-tailored and well-fitting. His white button-down shirt also had pockets on the chest, and his tan jacket not only had outside pockets, but two on each side in the lining as well.

They both stood up in the middle of the room as Kurama began talking.

“To begin, you need to remember that even if your target has the necklace on him, there will also probably be other items in his pockets.” As he spoke, he slipped her room’s keycard into her right hip pocket, then a keychain of his into her left front pocket. She nodded her understanding. “We’ll start with assuming he keeps it in a pocket, but we will also work on removing it from around his neck, just in case he’s wearing it. Do you mind if we use your necklace for practice?” he asked running a finger along the collar of her blouse.

“No, that’d be fine,” she reached up to find the clasp and remove the necklace, only to find it wasn’t there. She looked at him as he grinned, holding up his other hand with her necklace dangling from a finger. “How did you do that? And so fast? I didn’t feel a thing,” she asked wonderingly.

“I removed it when I put the keycard in your skirt pocket.”

She looked at him in awe. “That’s amazing. How in the world did you ever get caught?”

“Well, picking pockets was more of a sideline, I’m afraid I was more of a ‘breaking and entering’ type of thief.”

She grinned at him. “Ah, I understand -- bigger risks, bigger treasures, bigger thrills.”

“Exactly,” he agreed in a low, soft voice.

“She understands us.”

“Yes, she does, doesn’t she?”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get to the good part of the lesson!”

For the next half hour, Kurama wondered if he was in heaven or hell as he let his nimble fingers roam from pocket to pocket on his student, demonstrating the best, most efficient ways to remove items without detection. It was heaven because of the unrestricted access she was allowing him to her body. It was hell because in order to be an effective lesson, his touches were so light he was unable to use them to best effect on her, yet he was becoming uncomfortably aroused. He really wanted to abandon the lesson on picking pockets altogether and give in to the urge introduce a whole new lesson -- one that began with full-blown, heated caresses and ended with the sound of his name on her lips echoing off the walls.

For her part, Kagome was trying hard to concentrate on what he was telling her. But a part of her couldn’t help but be a little distracted for a couple of reasons. Number One, his very nearness was a problem. Oh, she knew very well about kitsunes and their powers of seduction, but that did not make her immune to his very potent sensual appeal. He was incredibly attractive -- damn sexy, in fact, with that long, thick red hair and those glowing green, no, make that golden eyes -- and she was a healthy, normal 21-year-old woman. A healthy, normal 21-year-old woman who also happened to still be a virgin. In spite of the fact that she had spent the better part of the last 6 years of her life in close contact with more attractive men and male youkai than any one woman should be allowed. What had she done to make the Kamis want to torture her so? Because she knew from past experience that she would never be able to actually have a real relationship with any of them.

When it came to ningen men, she would forever have to hide a huge part of her life -- a huge part of herself. And when it came to youkai, well, she knew most of them looked down on ningen women as being beneath their notice. And, even if they did seem interested, she could never be sure it was really her they were interested in or what they could gain from her powers or reputation. Or, even if they were really interested in her, chances are their dead lover would get herself resurrected just to confuse matters and screw everything up. Hey -- it happened!

But, back to the matter at hand. She was having a hard time concentrating because Kurama was just too distracting in and of himself, and Number Two, because even if she couldn’t actually feel him touching her as he picked her pockets, she knew he was touching her.

“Kurama? Would it be okay with you if we took a break?”

Quietly breathing in a sigh of relief, he nodded. He could use a few minutes to compose himself and get his body back under control before Youko succeeded in taking over and leaping on the dark-haired beauty currently looking up into his eyes.

“Why don’t I call room service and have some tea sent up? We can talk a little before going on with the lessons, okay?”

“That sounds great, Kagome. Actually, I have some questions I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

“Good! Just sit down and make yourself comfortable while I call.”

“And after we find out a little more about her, we’ll see how well she can pick our pockets,” Youko grinned suggestively.

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End Chapter Six