Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Deadly Kiss? ❯ Emotions ( Chapter 1 )

AG310: another story….so boring in here!!!

Disclaimer: I only own Keva and maybe a few others.

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"You pea-brain, macho wanna be, gayish dressing, boy with evil horns, little prick!" shouted a dark skinned girl at the red head before her. She stood upright at 5'4, skin heightened by the white blouse and jeans she wore. Her jet-black hair fell to her back with red highlights and her eyes shone with anger within the mixture of brownish green.

She was pissed. How dare he…how dare he!! She narrowed her eye at him in pure disgust at what he had just did earlier that morning.

"Keva," he said calmly his emerald green eyes showing concern and a little mischief if looked closely. He thought it was a good idea at the moment…maybe he should have thought about her reaction in a negative way instead of her reaction in a positive way.

"Don't you `Keva' me, Shuuichi," she cut calmly mimicking him. "You knew I loved the thing. Why'd you take it away?" her green-brown eyes captured his emerald eyes in determination.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She could act so childish sometimes. "Keva, you're twenty two years old you shouldn't be lagging that thing all around the place." Now it was Keva's turn to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

The two were in the living room of the house. It was a crystal clear day; the ponds were packed with young lovers, the park filled with children, the mall packed with customers. The sun was shining overhead and the breeze was just perfect. And it was five below zero. She was stuck inside instead of being out there with the normal people instead she's stuck in here with him. How she loathed him right now for ruining her perfect snowy day.

"Please be reasonable, Keva," Kurama said calmly as he sensed the rising temper of the girl before him. He slowly sat down and smiled as smoke started to form around the girl's head. He finally sighed and said, "It's in the washer."

Keva glared at him before walking down the hall towards the washroom. She came back half an hour later with her treasure held securely underneath her right arm as her left was balled into a fist and placed squarely on her hips. "Happy?" he ventured to ask.

Her hardened expression softened as she held out her treasure in front of her face. She smiled broadly cherishing her childhood toy. She walked around behind Kurama and gave him one of her famous `please can I have some air?' hugs. "Thanks Shuuichi."

Once again she held the treasure in front of her. It was a small white teddy bear about six inches high. The inside padding of its ears were light pink along with its feet and paw padding. Its eyes were dark chocolate brown filled with happiness. The paw held a small picture frame and within it was a seven-year-old red head with a gummy smile where teeth had been only a week before and in his arms was a four-year-old little girl. She was smiling happily with her head tilted to the side eyes filled with innocence about the world around her, so in contrast to the little boy's own. It was named Lil Shuui.

She had received the bear on her eighteenth birthday from Kurama and she had treasured it ever since. It was his way of saying that he was sorry. Sorry for all those yeas he hadn't been there for her. The little moments that really counted. She loved it more then shopping, although she hardly went except with her girlfriends Shiziru and Keiko. She loved it more than basically life itself.

They had always been close from the first day she entered the Minamino home. He accepted her as did his friends but they were freaky also. His friend, Yusuke Urameshi for one during his teen years he had been what she called a bad-assed punk. His mother of course a `small' drinking problem but always welcomed Keva as a daughter. She was always embarrassing Yusuke with small baby photos that she had so graciously copied foe Keva. Now at twenty-five, he was in charge of the largest police force in Tokyo but still had a neck for getting into trouble.

Another is Kazuma Kuwabara. He was such a geek and ugly too. He always found a way to make her laugh over the most ridiculous things. He had a love for kittens and gave Keva her first pet. A small kitten with brown and white spots and a small red bow tied around its neck. He always had a fight with Urameshi and always lost, no surprise. Now he has a set of beautiful twins and married a beautiful girl named Yukina and had a job as one of he top lawyers in Japan. He even has his own firm. They lived up in a shrine not far from her home with an old lady named Genkai.

Lastly, a mysterious guy name Hiei. She doesn't know much about him besides that he speaks to people like `ningen' and `onna'. It always seemed he was trying to kill Kuwabara especially the day he proposed to his sister. She still hears him today every so often. He comes to visit Kurama every couple of months just check up on things. She sometimes could hear them when she was smaller through her bedroom wall. She never quite understood why he called her brother `fox'. Maybe `cause he was smart and clever like one, she didn't pay attention much now.

"Please, Shuuichi," she whispered sadly, "don't take Lil Shuui without me knowing. I know he hasn't had a wash since the day I received him but…" He nodded his head in understanding getting up. He placed a warm hug around her shoulder she tilted her head on his chest. "I miss kaasan, Shuuichi." The little bear as full of sains and dirt and grim that it was a surprise that it hadn't ending in the trash yet. Every stain, every dirt speck held a memory that Keva treasured. Most of them of their mother.

"Me, too," replied Kurama. Their mother had an accident earlier that year and had been hospitalized ever since. Every two or three months the doctors claimed her to be well enough to come home but they knew the truth. "Come on," he tightened his grip on her shoulder and lead her towards the kitchen, "let's make dinner."

They were close. Closer than blood relatives. As he watched his sister rummage through the kitchen to prepare dinner he began to remember all those times he wasn't there for her during their teen years. The Dark Tournament…the Four Saint Beasts…Sensui. `I regret not being there for those little moments, Youko.' His face saddened as he began to set the table up.

The missed birthdays, dinners, her little sleepovers with Keiko…so many lost times and he can never get them back.

`I know Kurama,' came a reply within his head. Youko knew only too well how Kurama felt about her. He felt the same way. He cared for her but she was Kurama's, no, Shuuichi's little sister and he would never betray their trust. `It would have been nice to see her go to her prom. Your mother said she looked like an angel.' Apparently the guy wasn't very polite so she left early and hung out with Shiziru the rest of the night. The boy however left the prom with a few loose teeth.

"Ay, hombre. ¡ No puedo creer que esto me está sucediendo!(aw man. This is not happening to me!)" he heard Keva shout. He heard a few well choice words certainly not learnt from him. Only one guess…Yusuke. Foreign languages had always been Keva's favorite to study. She spoke several languages including two types of Chinese dialects and German. "Maledicalo tutto curse che questi piatti curse loro tutti ad inferno. (damn it all. Curse these dishes. Curse them to hell.)" she said quickly switching to Italian.

Kurama poked his head around the corner and barely dodged a plate as it went smashing into a nearby wall. "Keva?" He walked around the bend and halted to a stop. He saw her there.

Her head bent down over the sink of steaming hot water. Her hands placed slightly apart and her body trembling. Her clothes were drenched in her own sweat while the pot began to boil over. He walked silently over to the stove and turned the knob to `low simmer'. A strong salty scent much like the sea caught Youko's nose. They were quite similar to the scent of tears…her tears.

He took another careful step towards her shaking form. He wanted to touch her, to make sure she was alright. He wanted to comfort her for whatever reason this unseen foe had placed upon his beloved sister. "Keva."

She didn't answer.

What was wrong with her? She was always strong. She had a very sound mind and well informed about the world around her. When the time came she could speak a very deep conversation with basically anyone and extraordinarily good manners. Even if she speaks to one person she would instantly turn to the other person beside her, if they speak another language, she would speak their preferred language then instantly turn right back around to the previous language she was using to socialize without so much as a shudder. In contrast to her childhood but much as now, her eyes were always filled with curiosity. Her long jet-black hair with red highlights always-captured peoples eyes due to their uniqueness. Yes, she was unique. One of a kind and he was proud to have her as a sister.

But sometimes he often thought about what would have happened if they were never siblings, if they had met some other way during maybe a happier occasion. Would she feel the same way that he had often felt just by looking at her beautiful eyes? Pure crystal, he often thought. See through, clear like a glass of fresh spring water from the highest mountaintops. It was like when she looked at you with those big innocent eyes you couldn't help but think how gorgeous she looked even in the simplest dress.

"Keva," he spoke softly once more. "Please, answer me Keva." Kurama didn't flinch when the girl banged her hand onto the sink corner. Tears readily streamed down her cheeks and pitter-pattered into the sink. Looking closer Kurama said one word that frightened him, "Blood."

She turned slowly around to him trying her best to smile but failing miserably. She held out her left hand and shakily used her right hand to cover the blood. "It's just…a small cut," she sobbed silently. Her hands were like a baby kitten when it was too cold. Pale was her skin becoming like a fresh powdered snow. "I-I…(mlurf)…was just cutting s-some vegetables and," she looked form her hands into his emerald green eyes of worry and began to cry louder. "Oh Shuuichi."

Kurama held his smooth hands in hers and led her out into the front room. I was dusk and the sun was setting over the city. Smaller birds that didn't bother to fly too warmer weather where nestling into the little nests. Squirrels were scurrying with remaining nuts in mouth to their tree trunk for a good nights rest.

Kurama returned with the first aid kit and began to bandage Keva'a wound. They didn't speak. No words were needed. It was hard on them both. Both of them had to move back into their mother's house and keep it together will she was in the hospital. Keva was studying in the university to be transferred to the United States and then to other countries each for about two years to further enhanced her speaking skills. Kurama however had already finished college and was now in the medical field along with law.

After awhile Keva started to get her dark chocolate color back but she started to feel a bit drowsy. "Thanks, Kurama." Very rarely she used the name his friends had given him. Actually it was only the second time. It was because of that name he wasn't around. She used it the first time she was scared the day the hospital called saying that their mother probably won't make it through the night. Now she used it a second time and Kurama knew she was terrified…beyond scared.

It was late now and she felt drowsy. Dinner was skipped and Kurama, like when they were smaller, carried her to her room leaving her briefly for her to change. He came back also change and she was already lying in bed. It held memories for them like old times. Sometimes their mother worked late and couldn't be home so he was there to look after both of them. He read her stories, take her to school many things that sometimes their mother was unable to do but somehow she manage to squeeze some time off from work just to spend the weekend with. Sometimes Keva would come in late at night way past her bedtime and crawl into bed with her brother.

But the day he was discovered by Hiei both their lives changed.

Kurama walked near the sleeping form on the bed and gently placed it underneath the light pink quilt she had received from Yusuke's mom when she was smaller.

Keva weakly opened her eyes at her brother and smiled and once again Kurama felt that small ping in his chest in which he knew could never be filled. "Kurama…you don't mind me calling you `Kurama' do you?"

Kurama shook his head slowly, "No," he whispered smiling. "It's okay."

She giggled like she used too. He missed it. Lately it's been…dangerous around her. "I miss mom."

"Yeah, me too. Now get some sleep." But before he finished speaking Keva was already asleep.

He looked at her for a while. Christmas was coming soon and he knew too well what she would wish for. He face was facing the ceiling as small amounts of moonlight reflected from the widow onto her form. She was in a deep slumber and she looked angelic. Her face was calm and sincere. The blankets moved in a rhythmic pattern up and down.

Kurama just looked as if in a daze. She wouldn't wake up. No one would know except him and Youko. So he leaned over her face, removing a strand of stray hair form her face. He knew it was wrong. They were bound legally as brother and sister. He moved closer towards her face. He could feel the small whips of her breath. He knew it was wrong but his heart ached for her. He knew it was wrong because she was his sister.

Gently he pressed his lips against hers. He felt a bolt of electricity run through him and his body began to ach. He felt almost dizzy like. Lifting his head he sighed deeply. She hadn't moved. No increase in heart rate…no nothing. All was the same only his feelings had increased.

He turned the light of from the bedpost bedside her bed. "Good night, Keva." He placed his hand onto his lips before closing the door silently behind him.

As he sat in bed he began to wonder if what he did was right. No one would know and they could go on like every other sibling. Yeah…like every other sibling. He turned, flipping of the light. He placed his heads behind his head as he stared at the ceiling trying to sort out his feelings. After a few minutes he fell into a deep sleep unaware to him of the silent tears that were falling in the next room of the woman who had stolen his heart.

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AG310 sighs: FINALLY!!! This chapter took me three days to type so be happy!! Argh. Yes this is a unique fic. Please read and review. Please wake me when its Christmas. Hopefully this should be finish by new years.

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