Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Akambo ❯ Coming To ( Chapter 7 )

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

I know; it's short. For anyone who does not already know, I moved on August first, so the story has lain untouched during the packing/moving/settling in period. That is why this update took so long and is so short. I will try to make the future updates longer and faster (and more coherent). I thank you for your patience.

Disclaimer: This story was written by me, mhmartini, for enjoyment purposes only. All characters borrowed from a show/series/book/etc. are property of their respective creators; I am only borrowing them. Original characters are mine. The storyline is mine. I am making no money from this endeavor. The only “profit” involved is the joy of writing and the reviews of my readers. No copyright infringement is intended.

Hiei entered the bedroom and gently placed Kurama's still form on the bed. He unbuttoned the kitsune's jacket, vest, and shirt and carefully slid the fox's right arm out of what remained of his sleeve. Turning the red head slightly, Hiei inspected the wound more carefully.

Dried blood clung to the skin and matted the crimson locks. The pale color of Kurama's flesh was darkening, bruising around the torn, burned tissue. The area was hot to the touch and already swelling. Had Kurama been awake, he would have been more than uncomfortable, but the venom still coursing through his veins spared him that pain.

Silently, Hiei rolled his mate back to a supine position. Quickly the hiyoukai began to draw a bath before removing the rest of Kurama's clothing, as well as his own.

Kneeling next to the tub, Hiei supported Kurama's head and neck with his right arm as he gently bathed the kitsune with his left arm. As he washed away the matted blood, he recalled Kurama's promise from the night before. Smiling wistfully he dismissed the thought as he continued meticulously cleaning his mate. Once the fox was clean, Hiei lifted him from the tub, dressed him in a loose tee shirt and boxers and tucked him into bed. Finally the fire demon took some time to clean himself up as well.

Kuwabara carried his bride over the threshold into their suite. They were not scheduled to leave for their honeymoon until the next day, so they had reserved a luxury suite in one of the fanciest hotels in Tokyo. After the reception had ended and they had bid their guests farewell and thank you, they had spent the evening in the city. Living at the temple, Yukina had not seen the rest of Tokyo, so they played tourist, enjoying the city through each other's eyes. When the sun set, Kuwabara introduced the ice maiden to the Tokyo night life (the reputable night life, that is).

Now, in their suite, high above the lights and sounds, a silence fell between the newlyweds. Kuwabara spoke first.

“If you're nervous, or if you're upset over what happened with Kurama today, we can wait,” he said reluctantly. Yukina looked at him with large, innocent eyes.

“No,” she said. “I don't want to wait. I want you to show me what it means to be married to you, Kazuma.”

Kuwabara looked up at his wife's eager, yet terrified, expression. Gathering her into a warm embrace, he murmured, “What it means is that I will never rush you or push you if you're not ready. It means I will cherish you above all else. I'll show you that every day. I promise.”

Looking up at her husband, the fear gone from her eyes, Yukina simply said, “I'm ready.”

Hiei straightened the cushions on the sofa for the fourteenth time. After he had showered, he had lain in bed with Kurama, stroking back the kitsune's long, soft hair and admiring the peaceful beauty of his mate's face in slumber. The fox was finally getting some deep, undisturbed sleep.

When the sun set, however, Hiei became restless. He wanted Kurama to hold him and to fill his senses and dominate his attention. He craved the loving touch of his mate. But Kurama slept soundly. Hiei longed to snuggle into his mate's arms and have the strong kitsune on top of him, inside of him. The hiyoukai had considered trying to find release on his own, but a stray thought of his sister with the Oaf on their wedding night quelled that notion instantly. So Hiei began wandering the house, straightening up and stopping to check on Kurama often.

The hiyoukai had banished the first of Yukina and Kuwabara easily enough, but as the night progressed, more thoughts and images came, unbidden, to his mind. His mini-cleaning binge became more random as he rearranged the pillows on the couch again (fifteen). He wanted to flit around town and train outside to exhaust his body and mind, but he had no idea when, or in what condition, Kurama might wake up. He also could not leave his mate alone in his vulnerable state. So he stayed in the house, haunted by his concern for the fox and his knowledge that somewhere in the city, his twin sister was losing her innocence to Kuwabara.

Finally Hiei gave up on his random cleaning and climbed into bed with his comatose lover. Spooning up to his fox's side, he wrapped an arm around the still form and whispered, “Fox, I really need you right now.” before closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.

As the sun peeked over the horizon, Kuwabara opened his eyes and sighed deeply. Yukina was still asleep, curled up to him and resting her head on his chest. Her loose green hair, usually bound behind her neck, spilled around her head like a halo. Gently, he moved his right arm to touch the soft tresses. Yukina's hair was much softer than it looked, like fur, but with a fine consistency. Idly, he slid the strands between his fingers and smiled.

Kuwabara had never said this to anyone, but he had been concerned that the difference in their heights would make it difficult for him to make love to his new bride. To his surprise, and enjoyment, no such problems arose. Somehow, despite their opposite statures, they had melded together like they were made for each other. Or at least it had felt that way for each of them. Kuwabara's smiled widened as Yukina sighed in her sleep, nuzzling into his chest with her nose. Without waking her, he shifted to admire his sleeping beauty, still twirling the green hair in his fingers.

Hiei jumped and spun, whipping his katana around in a wide arc. Sweat poured down his face and back, flying off him in small droplets every time he moved. The hiyoukai was pushing himself hard; he had been since before the sun rose. With an agility impossible for a human, he jumped straight upwards, landing securely, yet silently, on a sturdy tree branch. Jumping again, almost instantly, he twirled in the air and descended with a downward thrust of his sword, burying the steel blade deep into the soft, damp earth. Taking a deep breath, Hiei withdrew the weapon and cleaned the soil from it as he looked around.

Their backyard afforded the demons a great amount of privacy. The majority of it was not visible from the street, and a six-foot privacy fence prevented neighbors and passersby from seeing them directly. The thick, leafy canopy of the trees shielded them from the neighbor's upstairs windows, and even if someone saw into the yard for a moment, it was unlikely they would believe anything they saw there. Hiei used it often to train, and today was no exception.

Sliding the katana back into the saya, he leapt nimbly to the terrace and peered through the open glass doors to check on his mate. The fox slept on, oblivious to the world.

Yukina laughed softly as Kuwabara turned the map upside down and looked at their surroundings. The taller human saw her mirth and folded up the map. Taking her hand, he led the ice apparition to the dock from which their ship would sail. Seeing the map reading act for what it was, an act to amuse her, Yukina laughed again and took his hand happily.

The newlyweds boarded their ship and settled into their honeymoon suite. They were glad they had taken a night in the city before embarking on their actual honeymoon. The gentle rocking of the boat, while calming, would have made their first night together awkward. Now they felt they could explore each other, and if the boat's movements interfered, they could laugh about it together. The first night jitters had passed. Standing on the deck, Kuwabara put his arm around Yukina and they watched as the sailors cast off and the ship got underway. They were off for two weeks of bliss.

Hiei hung up the phone. Four days had passed since the wedding. Kurama still slept, but the swelling and bruising on his shoulder had faded. Hiei kept watch over his mate, but the waiting was grating on his nerves. The worst part was the phone calls. Shiori had found out the her son was ill and had called several times a day to check on his status. With a sigh, Hiei recalled the day after the wedding, the day she found out.

There had been a knock at the door. When Hiei answered it, Shiori was standing there. She asked how the wedding was and how Yukina was doing. After the pleasantries, she had asked to see her son. Hiei replied that Kurama was asleep. Shiori was surprised, and during the course of the conversation she became worried enough to insist on seeing the fox. Hiei allowed her to enter the bedroom, but when she could not awaken her son, Hiei was forced to relay the story of the attack. After that, it was all he could do to get her to leave. That's when she began calling.

Hiei tried just not answering the phone, but all that yielded was another visit. So every two hours Hiei would hear the phone and give another update. He was getting tired of it. If Shiori had been anyone else he would have considered incinerating her. But he humored her. She was his fox's mother and the closest thing to a mother he ever had. It still annoyed him, though.

Hiei walked away from the phone and went up to his bedroom to check on his mate again. As he sat on the side of the bed, Kurama turned his head slightly. Although the fox still slept, the movement indicated that he was returning to conscious. Gently, Hiei brushed the crimson bangs off Kurama's forehead. Without stirring, the fox nuzzled into his hand slightly, causing the hiyoukai to smile. Adjusting his position, Hiei reclined against the headboard to stay by mate's side.

It was several hours later that Kurama finally opened his eyes. Blearily, he blinked a few times before yawning widely. Glancing around, his unfocused gaze fell on Hiei. It took a few seconds before the sleepy fox recognized his mate and smiled.

“Hey, Love,” Kurama said in a low voice, muddled with the slur of four days of unconsciousness.

“Welcome back, Fox,” Hiei replied, stroking the crimson tresses.

Kurama just smiled, but after a second, Hiei's words sunk in. Confusion clouded the green eyes. Kurama remembered the wedding. He recalled going outside into the snowy wonderland of the garden. He recalled...

Kurama sat up suddenly, and slouched backwards as the room began to spin. Hiei caught him easily and guided him back onto the bed. Looking at his mate, Kurama began to speak. “At the wedding, demons, they attacked...”

“Shhh. I know. They're gone, Fox. They escaped through a portal and I brought you home. Don't worry about it,” Hiei soothed.

“But the other guests, if they come back,” Kurama protested.

“Fox, that was four days ago,” Hiei said softly.

“Four day... four days?” Kurama said, quieting.

“You were bitten by a spider demon and you've been unconscious since then,” Hiei replied

“So the wedding is over?” Kurama asked. Hiei nodded. “I'm sorry.”

“For what, Fox?”

“I broke my promise to you, the promise to distract you. I apologize,” Kurama said softly.

Hiei smiled. “Don't worry about it, Fox. Just relax. You need to eat something to get your strength back. I'll go get some dinner. And you need to call your mother, as well. She's worried about you.” With that, the fire demon left to get food for his mate.

When Hiei returned with a tray of food, he stopped in the doorway. Kurama was still in bed, but the cordless phone that had been on the nightstand was held to his face. “Yes, I am fine. No, Mother, you needn't come over. I promise I am fine. No, I'm still in bed. He's getting something to eat. Yes, I'm fine. He was right here when I woke up. No, I'm fine. Mother, I'm... Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes.” Kurama hung up. When he saw his mate in the doorway, he grinned sheepishly. “She insisted on coming over. Now,” he explained. Hiei just nodded and entered the room.

The fire demon sat the tray on the nightstand and propped his mate up in the bed. Taking the chopsticks, he began to feed Kurama. The fox protested slightly, but his objections were half-hearted. Hiei wanted to tend to him, and he loved it. He accepted the food and was nearly finished when the doorbell rang.

Hiei let Shiori in and motioned to the stairs. With a quick thank you, she bustled up to see her son. She was quite surprised to find him sitting up in bed, propped up on pillows, and looking bright and well rested. Her visit was brief, and once she made sure her baby wasn't dead or near death, she left the demons alone once more.

Hiei picked up the tray to continue feeding his mate, but Kurama shook his head. “No more, Hiei,” he said.

“But you have not eaten in four days,” Hiei protested.

Kurama just shook his head. When Hiei set the tray aside, Kurama leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his petite lover, drawing the hiyoukai close. “Shall I make good on that promise now, Love?” he asked breathily.

Hiei did not reply; he just yielded to Kurama's embrace.

The following morning Kurama was up and about again. He had more energy than usual since he had finally gotten some undisturbed rest, and he used this energy to its fullest by chasing his mate around the neighborhood playfully. The demons flitted from treetop to treetop, through the city and the park, finally coming to rest in a secluded clearing. Catching his lover, Kurama tumbled to the ground, taking Hiei with him. The fire demon rolled with the kitsune, wrapping his arms around the other and pulling him closer. Both were smiling and laughing when they came to a stop. Pulling the hiyoukai closer et, Kurama pressed his lips to Hiei's in a passionate kiss.

“I missed that, Fox,” Hiei gasped as they parted for air. “I missed you.” Kurama just breathed deeply and held his mate closer. “I don't say it often, but I need you, Kurama,” Hiei confessed softly, burying his face in the kitsune's hair.

“I need you, too, Hiei,” Kurama replied. The two lay together in silence, their admissions binding them and bringing them even closer than before.