Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Detective and a Priestess ❯ The Detective and the Priestess ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: The Detective and Priestess
Author: Adorkablebanana
Genre: One shot, crossover, hentai.
Rating: R
Fandom: InuYasha/Yu Yu Hakusho
Warnings: Lemon. Crossover. Enough said?
A/N: Revamped this from the neck up. I really wanted to cry and cringe when I read this several years later. My, my, how times have changed. My first and only (at the moment) YuusukexKagome crossover. This is a one shot. I split it into two parts so it’s not a giant never-ending chapter. This is part I. Part II will come shortly. By the way, this is a fun, lemony type of fic. It doesn’t necessarily have a serious plot behind it. Have you ever analyzed porn? Nope. I hope everyone enjoys it. Reviews are my food. Feed me.
Disclaimer: I don’t own YYH or IY nor do I get compensation for this work of fiction, this is just for entertainment purposes.

"Keiko, do you really have to go? You look fine to me," Yuusuke examined the girl head-to-toe, circling around her for a full check. "I don't see why you have to go."

"I want to shed the extra weight I put on. The weight has packed on my thighs and butt."

"I definitely don't see the problem," Yuusuke said appreciatively as his brows wriggled suggestively.

"Your ass looks nice. Someone would tear that up in a second."

"Yuusuke!"

"Well, I still don't see why you have to go if it's for that reason only."

Scoffing, Keiko rolled her eyes, aggravated at Yuusuke's lack of cooperation for such a simple, little task. All this begging because he has a car, in which, she doesn't. "Yuusuke, I want to go because it makes me happy too. I like doing things to make me fit and remain healthy.

"No, no, you said it was because you want to get rid of your 'thunder thighs' and 'chunky butt'," he quoted her, using his fingers to emphasis with quotation mark gestures, mockingly.

"I want to look better and improve my physical strength, along with appearance," she elaborated, irritably.

"You didn't say that before. I would have respected that answer over the other one," replied Yuusuke.
"I just told you the truth on what I want to improve upon and besides I didn't complain before when you wandered off to train under Genkai," she pointed out a valid point, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

She got him there. Keiko did have a point. She never complained when Yuusuke wandered off to the old psychic's temple. The sole concern she argued and nagged him for was to be careful not to hurt himself or to take it too far--which constitutes in hurting himself. She hated seeing him battered up.
Yuusuke dragging the conversation on wasn't getting him anywhere. It just provoked the girl to stand her ground and refuse to lose the argument. And in all fine honesty, how can he really stop Keiko from doing something that is good for her. More girls should follow the example and try to stay fit.

He conceded. "Fine, fine. I'll drive you to the gym. It's not like I have anything else better to do," he said. Sighing a bit dejectedly, he rose up from his comfortable chair and began heading out the door. Behind him followed a happy, grateful girl to the parking lot, where his prized red convertible was gleaming in all its glory, resided in.

"You're lucky you've caught me off duty today, ya know," said Yuusuke, clicking the car alarm off and then opening the car door for her. "Your boyfriend, Kyoji, should be driving you there." Yuusuke said the name with a bitter edge. He didn't like Keiko's new boyfriend. This Kyoji guy rubbed him the wrong way.

The guy was always smiling like there isn't a single damn problem in the world—mimicking one of those good-looking guys in a tooth paste commercial. Hot, but so damn awkwardly plastic.
Keiko chose not to comment on it. She knew ever since Yuusuke and her broke up and started becoming mutual friends like in the past, he held a grudge over Kyoji. Yuusuke claims the new guy doesn't meet his standards.

This doesn't mean by any means that Yuusuke was jealous or a bitter fella that secretly desired her back. It's a matter of principle in terms of friendship. The detective and Keiko's relationship as friends wasn't harmed in any way since the breakup. It was just how things worked out. Thankfully. They both went their separate paths, dating other people and stuff and deciding to stay good friends. The memory of their past will always be something beautiful to remember.

"Thanks, Yuusuke. I can always count on you for anything," she said. Keiko's hazel eyes glanced at Yuusuke's rich dark chocolate-brown colored eyes in sincerity.

Yuusuke lips formed into a small grin. The honesty and warmth wrapped in her words meant a lot to him. "Don't sweat it, Keiko. You know I got your back regardless of anything. What would you have done without me?" Poking sarcasm and fun at her, she swatted him in the arm playfully, all the while giggling.
Yuusuke started the car. Driving down the expressway to the Hashi Gold Member gym, the road was flooded in traffic.

Keiko helped herself to switching the car radio station's tunes without a word of consent or simply asking if she could.

Yuusuke frowned at the choice of sugary-pop Newbie Japan's sensations music she picked. It was too girly and unbearable to take sitting down.

Yuusuke asked nicely, "You think we can switch it to something we both like?"
Keiko registered the question a moment later, as if she couldn't comprehend what the question was. "What's wrong with Nanase Kio?"

"She wails, not sings, that's what’s wrong."

"I think she sings exceptionally well," she argued her opinion.

“If you like having all your fine china shattered and eardrums bleed, then she sings ‘amazing’.”

“That’s really rude. You know I—”


“This is good music here. This should drown out the terrible singing of What’s-her-face,” he said. Having the full intention of convincing Keiko what good music really was; Yuusuke hit the volume high to annoy his passenger’s ear drums.

"Yuusuke! Put the volume down! It’s too loud!" she wailed, trying to call the “deaf”, grinning young man's attention.

"Sorry, Keiko. ‘fraid I can't hear a word you’re saying!" he said, stifling a laugh at the flustered girl and singing along the lyrics at the expense of Keiko. Just seeing the reaction on the twitching Keiko’s face was enough to make his day.

Bothering and teasing Keiko is loads of fun—that is until she slaps him upside the head and putting him in his place. But it’s worth it. Even though sometimes Keiko hits pretty damn hard for a book-wormish type of girl.

It’s funny how some things never change despite the situation. In this case: the childish bickering and the exchanges between Keiko and Yuusuke. Yuusuke’s face branded a bright red handprint on his right cheek. It throbbed a little, but Yuusuke just laughed it off. He asked for it, after all. Keiko rolled her eyes at him. “Serves you right,” she said with a huff.


Stationing the convertible in the parking lot of the gym, in all the noise and slaps Yuusuke somehow promised Keiko he would wait for her until her dance classes and workout session were over.

A payback for being a bit of a jerk—Keiko didn’t appreciate having her ears ringing from the cranked up metal music Kuwabara and Yuusuke liked to listen to. Plus, around the time she leaves the gym, there are no buses scheduled to come at the time.

Unfortunately Kyoji has a late night shift to attend to which means he couldn't come to pick her up.
"But Keiko! Its two-fucking long ass-hours! How am I supposed to wait in the parking lot that long?!"

"Oh, come on, Yuusuke. I didn't say that meant for you to stay in the parking lot for that long, dummy. I'm listing you as a guest in the gym so you can do something while I'm in my classes," she clarified.
Yuusuke glared at her. This would’ve been a hell of a lot useful to know ahead of time. “I don’t have workout clothing on me. Next time, mention it beforehand,” he grumbled. It was hard not to get annoyed when Keiko was being an inconvenience for nothing.

Keiko reasoned with the hard-headed Yuusuke. “I have extra clothing. I got a t-shirt Koji left with me and it’s clean. And I can always ask if Kotaru-chan, he’s my instructor friend, has an extra pair of sweats or shorts on him.”

Yuusuke snorted at the mere suggestion, nearly falling over his seat. "Me go inside an all-girl’s gym? You’re kidding, right?"

Then a quick thought occurred to him. Oh, wait. An all-girl's gym…That mean’s a building full of girls!
That perverse thought in mind, he quickly changed his response before Keiko had the opportunity to explain men go there, too, so he won't be the only guy there.

Yuusuke threw Keiko's workout bag over his shoulder and practically dragging the staggering girl behind him by the arm. "We don't want to be late now, do we?" he said with a boyish grin. The excitement dripping off his suddenly optimistic mood was too much of a drastic change in such a short period of time, it left Keiko confused and then, suspicious.

"But Yuusuke, men attend there too, so you don't have to worry over something so trivial."

"Well, then that's okay,” he replied, nonchalantly. That’s a bit of a relief. Good. It won't be that obvious. He thought mischievously to himself. The last thing Yuusuke needed was to be seen as an impulsive pervert.

Yeah, he had his moments but he wasn’t a desperate idiot. He didn't want to be caught staring and be labeled as a peeping tom while the ladies worked out in aerobics classes or yoga classes. He can use “I'm-just-here-to-built-up my-pecks” as an excuse if his eyes happen to wander off in a particular direction.

Entering the large building the strong rush of AC hit them like a cold wall. Marveling at the work put into the architecture, it was kind of cool seeing how much effort the company of the gym put to make the building have futuristic style which included the machinery.  Everywhere you looked around each member was using the newest state of the art equipment.

The gym's air conditioning felt good against Yuusuke’s hot, sweaty skin. It was nice to know that there was something to cool you off while your body secretes sweat and heat after exercising. Yuusuke looked in awe at his surroundings while Keiko went to sign them both in.

"Hiya, Keiko. How’s it been? Ah, here, again I see and my, my, how are those lessons working out for you! You look fantastic," said the bubbly girl at the register desk. Io was an overly friendly bleach blonde girl around the same age of Keiko. “You’re going to look like a Barbie Doll by the end of this year,” said Io, scanning Keiko's membership card in. She admired how the young woman’s body was quickly molding into something better than when she first arrived. Everyone was a lot more toned. Keiko had it going on.

Keiko slightly blushed from the blonde's praises. She was always the modest type, not fully knowing how to handle taking compliments. "Um…Thank you, Io."

Io smiled. “I only speak the honest truth. Soon I might have to step up my game at the rate you’re going,” she laughed.

Keiko smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to take that comment.

Keiko took a visitor’s pass to sign Yuusuke in as her guest. She was going to ask her if there was a limited amount of visits each visitor gets before they aren’t allowed to return as a guest, but Io's attention flew directly toward the handsome young man—who at the moment was staring up at the crystalized glass ceiling in amazement.

Io's mouth was slightly hanging open and drool was beginning to produce around the corners of her ruby red lips. It’s been awhile since she witnessed such a hot looking guy. And just her type too!

Her blue as the ocean eyes traced each detail of him to the T. His figure was not enormously massive like most of the steroid shooting juice heads that come in. He was very well built, but mostly ripped. He was just right for what the standard most women liked. He was very much above average handsome on top of that. The young man's face captured a handsome but with the essence of a rugged bad boy that girls go for most of the time. The short black tousled hair made him pretty bedroom dreamy, in Io’s day-dreamish opinion.

Keiko waved a hand in front of Io's hypnotized eyes in tad concern. Io's not the type of girl who takes a one ticket trip to dream land out of the blue. Well, she assumed she didn’t, but then again, she didn’t know nor care to observe.

Peering over her shoulder, Keiko realized instantly why the drooling blonde was in ogling, bird-brain mode. Yuusuke. Ugh, really? Geez, woman. Keiko shook her head, a bit disappointed at Io’s embarrassing display of affection.

Dropping her shoulders in defeat, Io’s a lost cause as she was drifting further and further away into her realm of perverted fantasies.  It irritated her in the past how girls swooned over Yuusuke. If it wasn't over Shuuichi-san, it was over Yuusuke.

And these were the girls that were fascinated by the bad boy image he had going on. If more girls weren’t as scared of him, he probably would’ve been as popular as Shuuichi was in his school days.

She used to get so jealous back when they were both an item. It even irritated her when Yuusuke flirted back with his charming cocky ways. Sure, half the time he didn’t mean it. He did it to tease Keiko, but it didn’t make her less infuriated.

Ugh! Oh, how glad she was that those times were over. She couldn't bear the sheer image of an upcoming playboy in the works. Sure, Yuusuke was loyal to her, but it did hurt to know that even though as much as he tried to make things work between them, the issues with demon world and her reservations of dealing with his constant disappearances were too much of a strain on their relationship. It had to end. For her sanity and to offer were too much of a strain on their relationship. It had to end. For her sanity and to offer Yuusuke a chance with someone who can manage his issues better than she could ever do.

As much as she loved Yuusuke and even still she learned to love him like family, she hated dealing with the crazy girls that were bold enough to take a stab at dating him.

Great, she’s starting to drool. Keiko snapped her fingers in front of Io’s line of vision, awakening her from her daze. "Io, you’re drooling." Keiko giggled at that. This whole odd reaction of Io’s would’ve enraged her in the past, but now it’s more comical to observe.

Io blushed furiously, wiping the moist corners of her mouth with a spare napkin. "Oh, my, I’m sorry about that. I got a little side tracked there." Scratching the back of her braided head, Io was smiling sheepishly.

"Sidetracked, huh?" she replied. Quirking one neatly waxed eyebrow skeptically.

"Okay, so I was swooning. Sue me!" Io said, openly swooning.

The two girls broke into laughter, teasing one another on the subject. "So you know that cutie there." Io managed to somehow waggle her line-thin eyebrows, emphasizing the clueless Yuusuke who was just about done observing everything that the gym has to offer.

"Yup, he's a close friend of mine. His name is Yuusuke. I want to sign him up as a guest," informed Keiko.

"You got good taste in guy friends,” said Io. “Yuusuke is such a nice name. It fits him so well, too. So, um, is he single?" The blonde needed to know. She wanted to pounce on the chance to date that piece of fine ass.

"I don't know. Maybe…?" Keiko replied. Keiko honestly was clueless to the fact of Yuusuke’s current status.

He never mentions to her about his personal life. He keeps it private and on the down low. The detective might reveal it to Kazuma-kun or Shuuichi-san, but any further than that, this knowledge escapes her, too.

“I’d tell you, but I honestly don’t know. I try not to pry.”

“I understand.” Io looked at Keiko as if she didn’t believe her. That irritated Keiko a bit, but she tried not to make a huge problem out of it otherwise it was going to become awkward between the both of them.

“Is Kotaru around? I need to ask him if he has extra gym clothes for Yuusuke to borrow. It was a last minute kind of decision of him accompanying me here,” Keiko explained.

Io’s face softened. She turned around really quickly and handed Keiko a packaged in plastic, folded pair of gym clothing with the logo of the gym on it. “This is the extra batch of the gym’s merchandise that came in the other night. I can give you this so he can wear it, if you ask him for me if he’s available.”

Keiko suppressed the look of disbelief on her face. Really, some women just don’t give up. She sighed. Resigning to the demands of this stubborn bleach blonde bimbo. “Sure, I’ll ask him after my dance class. Right now, I’m in a bit of a rush.”

"Oh …Well, then, maybe you can let me know what you found out later. Now, I have to finish my shift.”

"Okay then, I'll see you later, Io."

"Bye and tell your cute friend, Yuusuke, I think he’s hot and I said hi for me," she eagerly said. Winking, she handed Keiko her visitor’s pass card back. Keiko waved a goodbye, fetching the distracted detective who Io and Keiko have been talking about.

"Yuusuke, I signed us in. So where are you off to?” said Keiko. Handing him the visitor’s pass and the package of gym clothing in which, oddly enough, included a free combination locks so he could put his stuff away, but he was too distracted to take them from her grasp.

He looked like he was too spaced out. “Hello? Earth to Yuusuke!" She started shouting at him to return back to the Earth.

Yuusuke whirled his head around, startled by the woman’s abrupt volume. "What? What’d I do?!"
Keiko blinked. "You were standing there like a mindless zombie."

"No. I wasn't. You’re nuts," he replied back, scoffing.

"Yes, you were," she said.

"No, I wasn't,” Yuusuke insisted stubbornly. Can’t a guy look at gym equipment with fascination and envy (since his personal basement gym lacked in comparison to what this place offers) and not be judged? Geez.

"Yes, you were," she insisted firmly.

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No."

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"No."

"Yes."

"No!

"No!"

"Yes, I was and that's final Keiko!" said Yuusuke aggressively, ending the argument feeling smug that he finally got Keiko’s stubborn ass to agree he was right.

That is till the cogwheels in Yuusuke’s brain started turning, processing and registering what had just happened and what he had just said. Aw, man! I fell for it again!

He shot the smiling petite woman a deadpan look. She outfoxed him again, it seems. This chick can make him look really stupid sometimes.

Deciding to give him some mercy, she took her heavy gym bag that was draped over Yuusuke's shoulder. She had to tiptoe as far as she could go to reach up and grab her bag. He’s gotten very tall over the years. "My dance classes start in 5 minutes. I have to go change in the girl’s locker room. I'll see you in two hours. I’m really sorry I can't give you a quick tour around the place."

"It’s okay, you know. Get going. You’re going to be late," he said, dejectedly. An index finger was pointing at the clock hanging on the wall, ticking quickly to the next minute emphasizing his point.

"Yikes! I gotta go. See you later, Yuusuke. Oh, by the way, Io said you’re cute." She scurried down the main hallway, rushing to the girl's locker room to change into her aerobics suite. She couldn't afford to miss the warms ups otherwise her body would most likely cramp painfully around the joints like last time.

Who the fuck is Io? Oh, forget it. Abandoning the thought, Yuusuke was left alone once more in the empty hallway with having nothing interesting to tackle first. He debated on whether to go to the café or go exploring the place. As much as he wanted to put the interesting workout equipment to use, he couldn’t necessarily risk showing off his inhuman strength and being exposed is the last thing he needs.

He didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. But there was no sense in not at least walking around the place until Keiko’s done, he rationalized.


Curiosity got the better of him, so he went on exploring. He passed by the spa therapy area where people got massages done, a variety of skin treatments done, sauna, heating room, acupuncture, and a variety of things, including where the main swimming pool shaped like a fish was. He thought about it twice whether or not he should go for a dip? Maybe to cool himself off in the pool for a bit to let the time flow by faster, perhaps?

Then, again, he didn't bring with him swimming trunks. The guys who purchased swim wear here wore tiny fluorescent colored Speedos. Most of the guys in this section didn’t even look muscular enough to pull off the speedo look. In fact, most of the guys wearing speedos were flabby middle-aged guys or old as dirt men.

Ew! Nasty as shit! I wish I didn’t see that. The spirit detective shuddered with disgust at what his eyes unwillingly took it. It was like watching a car accident. He couldn’t tolerate to watch it, but he couldn’t look away because it was too grotesque to not witness.

His eyes just burned with agony. Yuusuke couldn’t help thinking about how in the right mind can men go out in public and show-off their flabby ass bodies and stuff their junk into spandex that could barely contain them from spilling out through the sides.

Women can wear whatever the hell they want. For all he cares, they can wear a barely-there thong with stick on nipple tassels in the pool area, and even landwhale-sized women in a bikini were more appealing and bearable than this. This was too horrifying to describe.

Exploring more of the gym, he passed by many rooms where different sorts of classes took place. He watched from the glass walls the instructors’ doing some kind of complicated routines.

In some classes as he walked further in, Yuusuke could see the comical scenes of complicated exercise routines where some of the members (probably new and/or lazy) struggling to keep up the pace. Mostly the ones in the back of the class were following with limited success as they were three-steps behind in the routine.

They tried their best—Yuusuke would even be generous enough to say they were trying as much as possible to keep up with the pace, even if they were 3 steps behind.

They look like idiots there. He shook his head. Yuusuke tried his hardest not to laugh. It’s too damn funny. His sides were throbbing from trying to keep in the uncontrollable laughter in.

Moving onto the next room, unable to contain his laughter any longer, Yuusuke busted out laughing to the point where he started choking and coughing from it.

He leaned onto the nearest wall for support, evening out his breaths. It’s been a while since he saw something so hilarious. Since the time when a couple of Kurama's fan girls pounced on top of him like a maniac and even went as far as to ripping his some of his clothes off in attempts to molesting the poor traumatized redhead. Poor Kurama. He was never the same after that. Well, he wasn’t as nice to women that were openly interested to him. It was pure, classic comedy.

Yuusuke flicked off the tears of mirth, regaining his composure. A tapping on the shoulder called his attention. Snapping his head around in quick response to the contact, he pinned his eyes on the stranger’s face.  Who the hell is touching him? He almost rammed an elbow into someone if he didn’t wait for the polite, "Hey there, buddy. You’re new, right?"

A tall, dark and handsome teenage boy with short, black dreadlocks hanging loose around his red headband smiled politely.

"Huh, um…?"

“You’re here for the aerobics class, right? The Butt and thighs course, right?”

Wha—? He stared blankly at the kid, giving him his infamous WTF (What the fuck?) expression.  “I don’t think I want to take a class to work on my ass and thighs,” he said, rather rudely.

"Trust me, dude. It’s totally fine.” He smiled, again. “But I think you should stay and watch. You’re gonna really enjoy this.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that Yuusuke recognized all too well because there were times where he had the same look in his eyes.

“A little scrawny, aren’t you? I think it would be in your best interest to start lifting some weights and eat a burger or two to put some meat on those bones.”

The teenager ignored the comment. Something told Yuusuke he didn’t enroll in the gym for his own benefit. “Peach juice and ice?” he offered, holding up an extra can of peach juice and a plastic cup filled with ice.

Yuusuke accepted the cup of ice and can of juice from this weird kid. Not interested enough to ask the reasons behind the generous offer, Yuusuke popped open the can and poured the peach juice in the cup of ice. As he sipped at the juice, Yuusuke noticed the boy’s anticipation observing carefully with a few sideways glances his antsy body language.

He also noticed, with an equal amount of intrigue the other boys standing alongside the kid in anticipation—Wait, when did they get there? What?!—But, for what, is the question?

People are just getting weirder every day, he thought to himself. Shrugging his shoulders, Yuusuke swallowed a few of the ice cubes down. He liked chewing on ice cubes. He was munching on the cold ice cubes as if he didn't care for the reasons of these weirdoes that much.

The empty room the boys were looking at suddenly flooded with a large group of young, cute girls all about their mid-to-late teens and early-to-mid-twenties.

Each girl wore colorful skin-tight, aerobic spandex suits and accessorizing with the typical workout gear: wrist bands, headbands, padded open-finger gloves, legwarmers and cropped sweat shirts.

The hormone driven group of boys standing beside Yuusuke, sighed dreamily. The boys widening eyes ogled at each and every hot girl there. Each pair of eyes was glued to each girl's passing figure as if they never sense a decent specimen of the female species.

Yuusuke wanted to smack himself right then and there.

As much as he liked women, he wasn't the type to just spy on them.

Not at this age, anyway. It was a bit weird and if he wanted to attract a girl, he could always just lure them or talk to them like a normal person.

But, Yuusuke didn't comment on it thoroughly. If it weren't for the fact he could relate to them somewhat. He was, after all, at one point in his life a hormonal teenager.

But, he couldn't deny it. He, himself, couldn't help but admire the view. He forgot for a second that the walls were glass and visible to the members inside the dance room as one or two chicks averted their eyes from him and giggled flirtatiously. Yuusuke blinked, stupidly realizing at the last minute that he was standing next to a pack of desperate, horny kids and that anyone can assume he was as desperate and associating with them.

"Fuck no," mumbling under his breath, Yuusuke grimaced.

But, the girls and older women did not seem to care for the prying eyes of their audience.
They seemed used to it.

Or into the attention, Yuusuke thought, cocking his head thoughtfully to the side. I don't have the time to stand around for nothing. He checked his watch. It was nowhere near the time Keiko would be done with her dance classes. He let out a frustrated snort. I guess I do have a lot of time at hand.

His eyes returned to the room in which the session began commencing. All the girls located themselves to their spots, where blue mats were placed in front of them.

The girls waited patiently for the workout instructor as they chit-chatted amongst themselves, giggling like cheerful school girls.

"Maybe she's in here, too?" he said to himself. Yuusuke checked and searched the groups of girls flooding in the room for Keiko, but she was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she's in another class? Bummer. I can't make fun of her lack of coordination. He considered this as he emptied the last of the juices contents.

The classes small squabbling ended when the backdoor of the room opened. A young woman entered the room carrying a sizable CD player draped over her shoulders.

The room went silent as the instructor with the help of two other young ladies volunteered to assist her in setting up the CD player and place a blue workout mat.

In front of the room there is a small spot that is supposed to be the platform the instructor is to demonstrate a variety of dance routines and exercise techniques.

The two ladies returned to their designated spots as the instructor resided on the platform in front of the class, smiling brightly and looking around gleefully at her full house of people.

From all the people in the class, Yuusuke's eyes settled on one particular person. He didn't know what it was at first. But he gazed intensively at the instructor, somewhat impressed from the turnout of the room full of eager participants.

She, of every pretty lady in the room, was the one who called forward his utmost attention. His eyes were placed solely on her.

The instructor represented the definition of natural, humble beauty. She wasn't a Barbie Doll, but her charming grace was so natural, it awed the crowd. Her head full of long, bouncy, raven locks tied up in a high ponytail falling down to her shoulders. Although her face was cute as a sweet simple button, the one feature that makes her stand out are the pair of deep as the darkest ocean blue eyes, holding knowledge and wisdom beyond her years and a spark of mystery flaring in their depths.

Yuusuke dragged his eyes over her very feminine, yet muscular toned figure. It spoke of the hard work she puts into her body and the healthy lifestyle she followed. The blue and forest green workout suit she sported hugged every inch and curve to her excellently toned and proportioned body and it definitely was filled out in the right areas.

"She's very cute," he said absentmindedly, the words escaping his lips as his sights set on the girl intensified.

For some old reason she's so familiar to him. Why can't he remember? He hated not paying attention to his surroundings all the times. Damn his short-term memory.

"Yeah, she is a babe. Part of the reason as to why I leave my boxing classes early," answered one of the young guys standing beside Dreadlocks, pulling back his long brown hair away from his sparkling eyes.

"Yeah, she's a hottie. She recently started working here like a month ago, as the aerobics instructor for the woman's unit," informed Dreadlocks. "Plus, she's a real nice chick. Not snobby like most of the girls who come here," he continued on answering the drifting question fleeing Yuusuke's lips a while ago.

He normally wouldn't interact with the average, normal person on a daily basis out of the blue. His social skills didn't particularly improve enough to make a complete 180 switch. And, it's not safe for them to be around him incase demons come after him. Anyways, it's not his style or custom to be openly social with everyone; but today's different. He actually cared enough to hear a couple of strangers' information about the young woman that was currently fogging up his coherent thoughts.

He mentioned she was about twenty-two. She was just a year younger than him. No big deal.

Her name is Higurashi Kagome. A chick like her overcame an extraordinarily large list of crippling illnesses in her teens. For someone as sickly as her to struggle and push herself in her studies to become a future nutritionist and is now working as a workout instructor to pay off her school tuition.
The details the guys’ were gossiping about were a little surprising. Yuusuke, to be frank, wasn't anticipating such a hot looking chick to be an egghead. Especially one who is a workout junkie like said instructor. (Then, again, Kurama and Keiko proved his stereotype wrong more than once.) But, he respected a well-rounded person, even more so when it comes from a great deal of work.

Wait--Higurashi? Kagome? I heard that name somewhere before...? But where was the question.

Yuusuke squinted a little, narrowing and trying to pin-point Kagome's face. A spike of spirit energy pricked him. Yuusuke's eyes widened. He looked at his palms. It was very slight, but enough to grab his attention.

That's weird. He put his guard up. He looked around and the ripple-like energy was traced back to the instructor. Hmm?

What the hell?

It didn't feel weird or threatening. It felt faint but still there. She looked human. Yuusuke rationalized it could be something like a fluke like Shizuru. She was spiritually aware because of her bloodline. For all he knew, this chick could be related to psychics or a priest with high spiritual awareness.

And, then, it occurred to him. Higurashi? At school I think? Yeah, there was a transfer student for one semester in the honor-roll class with Keiko that was a bit strange, but stood out. Was it this same Kagome?

The familiar and strong nostalgic vibe he was getting from the dance instructor was too strong. Prying into the thought more, Yuusuke was positive he had seen a cute school girl resembling the instructor demonstrating some of the warm-up Pilates.

Yeah. Now I remember. His memory was coming back.

The ill-tempered brunette hauled the annoyed and struggling delinquent hunching over slightly in discomfort. The height difference between Keiko and Yuusuke was pretty noticeable now. She could barely reach his shoulders now that he had a major growth spur during the summer. Yuusuke dodged the surrounding crowd of blue uniformed students as Keiko dragged him along. Keiko's stubborn yanks and pulls caused Yuusuke to bump into a few people to his dismay, who weren't all too nice about it, and in his retaliation he was insulting the bastards who had the nerve to say to him, "Watch it, asshole!"

A fuming, red-faced Yuusuke (who immediately withdrew his prepared apology Keiko expected him to offer for the other "nice" kids insulting him) said in response, "Say it again and I'll mop the floor with your ass, you fucking little bastards!"

The loud remark earned him an aware crowd of blue uniforms to open a path for Keiko and Yuusuke in total fear.

Keiko groaned, tiresomely. When will Yuusuke learn violence isn't the answer? She thought, defeated. Tugging on his elbow harder and with more force, the two speeded through the open, traffic-free hallway. "We're gonna be late!" Keiko urged him to hurry.

Before Yuusuke can complain to her about the fact he didn't want to go to class, his eyes shifted to the side for a split second. Catching a pair of deep as the darkest part of the ocean blue eyes staring at him—eyes locking with one another. The owner of those rare looking eyes held his dark brown eyes captive. The pretty face caught him off guard.

When did the rest of the girls at school become as cute or pretty as Keiko was?

Or even more depending what your preferences are.

The pretty girl with the very typical alluring Japanese looks--the thick, long, flowing dark as night hair and milky white skin flashed him a sweet, bright smile exposing her pearly whites. The distraction the spirit detective was caught up in didn't allow him the time to notice the open locker door until...

—BAM!

Banging his face at full-force against a girl's open locker door left him seeing stars.

Yuusuke has been punched, beaten silly, toss into the sides of cars, cliffs, hard cement-like walls before, so a person that knows all the shit he has been through would assume he would get use to this by now.

But, sadly, this really hurts unimaginably. What the Hell do they make these lockers with? Who's the crazy manufacturer of these lockers? Stars encircling everywhere around his vision, the blazing, throbbing pain felt like it was splitting his skull in pieces.

The unfocused brown, blue, tan blob came into focus. The worried squiggles and blob morphed into Keiko's worried expression. She was urging him for a reaction. "Yuusuke, can you hear me? How many fingers do you see?" She held up three slender fingers in front of him. Her features etched in fear and worry.

Yuusuke's lips stretched into a goofy grin. He was seeing double Keiko's. "I dunno...6? Say Keiko, since when do you have a twin sister. Have I met her before?" he said in a slurring tone before everything went dark and pitch black as night.

Oh, yeah. Now he remembered why he couldn't remember her. He accidently rammed his head so hard against a stupid girl's locker door that day. Who would have guessed open locker doors were so dangerous? His head rang and throbbed for the rest of the next following day, too, he remembered with much dismay. He swore he had to have cracked a dent into his skull. It hurt worse than anything he could recall that day.

After the ladies finished their warm-ups, they started their stretches. Bending over, touching their toes and then bending to the side, doing arms stretches. Kagome ended the routine. She straightened up her form. "Wasn't that refreshing? Okay, it's a little painful at first, but it helps keep your muscles from cramping or locking up. Now, is everyone ready to work on glutes?"

A chorus of yes chimed. Kagome switched the disc on the CD player, hitting the volume up to max. An upbeat house mix tune started playing. The loud, heavy bass beat vibrated throughout the room. The song's fast and upbeat tune helped put everyone into the mood to put everything into gear.

The room of women on perfect accordance to Kagome followed the swift dance movements of their instructor. None of them staggered behind a single step, all on count with practiced ease.

Kagome mixed popular dance moves with exercise techniques to ensure the everyday woman got her fair share of exercise in the problem areas women always strive to improve. Which are glutes, hip, thighs, abs and belly fat. The routine followed the choreography they been perfecting for the past month. The vibrations of foots steps, movements and the rhythm of the music vibrated the floor beneath.

Unexpectedly, Yuusuke's pulse started to quicken out of nowhere. He didn't know where the sudden weird rush of excitement came from, it was kind of like the rush you would experience waiting on line for a turn in a new, crazy rollercoaster ride.

As the peeping audience next to him awed at the sight of women in spandex flopping about, the raven haired instructor was the one Yuusuke's eyes were currently glued onto.

Kagome's skin in the bright dance room's light glistened. The sweat forming on her skin from the body heat warming up her flesh was entrancing to see. His eyes followed the beads of sweat slide down into her ample cleavage that bounced a little here and there with each fierce movement. It was practically bursting from its bindings.

He watched with perverse thoughts as her chest bounced ever so slightly up and down. The thin flimsy material pressed over her clad hardened nipples. Visible pebble-hard nipples always captured the attention of a person. And specifically men.

Yuusuke's breath hitched when she bend over very low and raising her leg in a back kick—demonstrating a good way to tone up the glutes without the need of surgical means--giving a full view of her round, voluptuous, toned buttocks. The cheeks were clad against the green spandex leggings.

Yuusuke was entranced by her swift and sleek movements. The way her long, nicely toned and muscled legs kicked in the air in fluid motions. It started bringing on disturbing, but semi-harmless thoughts, like, for instance, wondering if those strong, beautiful legs can maintain its position wrapped around his waist in compromising positions.

Kagome motioned with her charming smile and words for the rest of the girls to proceed alongside with her. The encouragement she continued to shower them showed her patience and trust in her own abilities to share with them her techniques and skills.

Her long black hair swayed around with each fast movement in the air. His eyes following her hips swaying from side-to-side on count with the beat of the music. Yuusuke found himself almost swaying along with her.

His heart was pumping faster and faster. He didn't know what it was about this whole thing that was so perverse and wrong from the beginning that has him all hot and flustered. He felt like a hormonal teenager again. It was rather startling to be affected like this by someone he doesn't know too well. The beginning of his excitement was like a rushing heat spreading. An irreversible process he had no control over.

And more so with his half-demon side inside of him, fighting to call the shots that was so natural to their nature. The side of him that packed on a more potent passion; that would really surpass a very sexually active youngster at the peak of their prowess.

Kagome laid on her back on the blue mat and resumed on to demonstrating one of the ways to form define and strong abs. Which she then, proceeded to explain how it helps flatten tummies. She showed how to attach the resistance bands on the thighs properly and then she attached them to her thighs. She raised her lowered half up and slowly lowered herself down. Everyone in the room followed. The pelvic thrusts were evenly executed.

A simple exercise like that appeared as seductive to him in this state. He felt uncomfortably overdressed in his clothes. The heat in his skin was starting to bother him. Man, I shouldn't have downed all that ice in one shot, he thought, regretting downing the drink and ice so quickly.

He was regretting more than one thing at this stage in his discomfort. For hanging around here with these little dumbasses, who were "Oohing" and "Awing" at the women doing aerobics and finishing their work-out. He was paying dearly for it. In his present state Yuusuke wanted nothing more than to leave the gym. He wanted to clear and rid himself of these thoughts and feelings wreaking havoc on him. Part of his still functioning mind was able rationalized on the leaving out of here idea, but the 80% of his mind (and including his hungry for vagina deprived body) refused to move from this spot. The percentage rate of ability to reason was dropping quickly and was outvoted by the hungry urges, which was rising by the second.

God, why me? He cursed at his damn luck, trying his hardest to stray away his vision to elsewhere and anything, but this place is elsewhere.

But...Just like back in the day when his delinquency was over-the-top, he couldn't resist temptation. And this form of temptation was too delicious. His body refused on its own accord.

Licking his dry lips as his breathing became ragged, sweat brimming on his forehead. He detained his inner demon, his demon blood, from reacting to the instructor's "erotic" displays. Those hungry voices of his subconscious were calling for him to act upon his urge.

Just seeing her switch-up the pelvic thrusting routine he didn't even paid attention enough to know the proper name of the exercise, really piled on the heat and dirty thoughts. She raised a leg up in the air and pulled at her knee as she resumed the exercise. It was too much.

And just when he thought it was too much, she abruptly turned over on her stomach on the mat on all fours, holding out her arms while elevating her body above the ground.

"Now I want everyone to lean to their left side of their body. You're left arm and leg is going to hold you up. You might feel wobbly for a while. Try to maintain your balance. Make sure your forearm is touching the floor like this and in order to do this correctly, your forearm and leg are going to elevate your body from the ground. Now kick up your right leg to the ceiling and lower it down. Kick up and down. Kick up and down. You're going to feel the burn and your arms are going to hurt for a bit."

She demonstrated. She lifted her leg sky-high in a perfect 90 degree angle and lowered it down and continued on repeating it. The rest of the ladies in the class managed to keep pace. Some of them were red-faced and sweating, struggling to keep on going.

She continued to explain, "This is an amazing workout for your hips and glutes. Remember to squeeze your glutes before you lift and release and repeat."

It was impressive the balance she has to execute this. The rest of the girls were giving up. She switched sides to work on the other leg, hip and glute. It was too unbearable to watch her lift her long, leg up and expose a good bird’s eye view of her feminine groin area. Sure, nothing was seen or visible, but it just seemed too provocative to not eye the exposing of a woman’s sweet center. It’s one of the reasons why women sit with their legs crossed and not with their legs open. It didn’t make a difference if a woman was donning a pair of pants or a skirt. It was just such a private area. Just the motion of willingly spreading apart legs and showing that sacred center is erotic enough to drive a man crazy.

Yuusuke gulped, uncharacteristically. If he was warm and sweaty, then this just made his flesh burn firing hot. The new position this woman placed herself in shot down all his defenses that was against ogling and lusting openly. The percentage went up to 100%. Her ridged form was aligned perfectly straight. Kagome’s tight, toned and round buttocks was raised in the air. The reflection of the mirror covering every wall in the room allowed him to sneak-peak’s at it as well when he felt watching the motions of her legs rising and dropping playing a tantalizing game of peek-a-boo with her groin was too much to tolerate.

The round and firm ass of her's—daring any man to grab (which a certain handsome lecherous monk acted upon countless times. Earning him hard slaps.) Is perfect enough to smack around with his—Oh, man. No, no, no, no.

He shook his head. His face all rosy and it’s warming up from staring at her inappropriately. Yuusuke's quivering hands twitched eagerly. He immediately stuffed the offending appendages in the deep recesses of his jeans pocket.

The burning of molten heat swirled in the pit of his stomach and he was starting to feel light-headed.
"Shit," he whispered angrily to himself.

All that heat and need went directly to his painfully hardened cock. Twitching and pulsating with need each time he couldn't rip away his line of vision from her.

He pressed together his bucking tense legs together in order to hide and subdue the burning ach sending hot flashes through him. He stepped away from the gawking group of guys and leaned onto the window frame of the glass window, supporting himself and trying to reign in his tense body. He damned himself for being turned-on by the simple tasks done by some fitness instructor. What kind of pervert is he?

Who gets turned on watching things like this at his age?

But...Why did it annoy him so damn much? He remembered as he saw witnessed his growing desire pushing against his constricting jeans. He walked away. He couldn't tolerate this any longer. It was becoming embarrassing torture. He walked down the hallway far away from the class. He was lucky enough to run into two staff members that worked in this enormous gym. One was a huge, tall, balding man in about his early 40's, who couldn't fit into his tight gym shirt, and the other a shorter, but almost equally built older man. Yuusuke asked curtly one of the gym members where the bathroom was.

"A little further down the hall. Turn to the left and there are the men and woman's bathrooms," said with a soft, but subtle lisp the tall body-builder. He indicated with a point of his index finger in the direction.

Yuusuke didn't expect that softness to come out of such a tall, brute-looking kind of guy. He seen it all at this point and he really didn't care to judge. "Thanks, later." Yuusuke quickly jet his way in the direction given to him. The small dead-end to the left was two separate bathrooms. One for chicks and the other one for guys. He rushed inside the men's bathroom and forced the faucet of the sink on and cupping handfuls of cold as ice tap water, he splashed it on his face.

It was refreshing and it helped curb his overwhelming heat.

It felt like a wonderful taste of heaven.

He went inside the private stalls, pushed the toilet lid down so he can sit on the toilet to calm himself down.

He closed his eyes. He still could see Kagome, the aerobics instructor for the woman's dance classes, smile and lower herself down on the blue mat that was so lucky to be underneath her.

Yuusuke's imagination activated as he couldn't shake off thinking about it. Instead of nothing, but the blue mat being beneath her, he imagined himself switching places with the blue exercise mat and envisioning Kagome's hot, naked body pushing her sex in him. Immersing her hot, moist and ready just for him womanhood into his alert cock.

Facing away from him in a reverse cowgirl position, her big, sexy, firm ass was the main object in his field of vision.

Each time she lowered herself in his little random fantasy, she pushed all of his length inside her wet softness, she pulled his cock further inside.

Push…

She would moan in her soft, feminine voice.

Push…

The sudden gasp of air would make him twitch and harder and force her to moan even louder with pleasure.

Push…

The wetness would feel exquisite sliding down his throbbing shaft, burying deeper and deeper...

Push—

He involuntarily jerked forward and it felt so real for a moment that it was enough to quickly snap him to a reality check.

He was in the bathroom of Keiko's over-priced gym. He was inside a private stall in the men's bathroom.

Alone.

At least he hoped.
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