Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Coming Clean ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 19 )

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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.04.2005 | Updated On: 06.03.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 996 | Status: Completed

When emerald eyes opened the next morning, Kurama was shocked to find Hiei still fast asleep, pressed up against him. Usually, the fire demon was awake at morning's first light. Quickly, the worried kitsune glanced at his petite lover, to see if anything was wrong.

Hiei was sleeping quite peacefully. In his slumber, his impassive mask had fallen from his features, revealing a look of openness and youth. Although Hiei was an adult by both human and demon standards, he was far from old. Seeing the proof of this on the handsome face before him caused Kurama to marvel at the fact that the fire demon loved him.

Yes, Hiei loved him. He had finally admitted that last night. Smiling contentedly, Kurama snuggled closer to the warm body beside him. Unfortunately, that small movement roused Hiei. Groggily, the apparition opened his eyes, blinking them a few times to clear his vision. When he turned his sleepy gaze to his fox, Kurama smiled at him. "Sorry to wake you, Love." the fox whispered. Hiei just smiled. It wasn't a smirk, or a condescending grin; it was a warm, genuine, and open smile, meant only for the eyes of his lover. Smiling back, Kurama continued his cuddling.

After a few moments, Hiei spoke. "Fox?"

"Yes, Love?"

"About that...thing we did last night." Kurama closed his eyes in apprehension. It was never a good sign when your lover referred to your first time making love as "that thing we did last night."

Keeping his fears concealed, the kitsune simply replied, "Yes, what about it, Hiei?"

"Could we...um...could we do it again some time?"

Almost laughing in his relief (but holding the chuckle in, so as not to offend the small demon) Kurama smiled widely. "Any time you like, Love." Hiei smiled, and nuzzled closer to his fox.

"Now?" the fire demon asked in a husky voice. Shocked, Kurama pulled away to look Hiei in the face.

"We could, but last night was your first time, and you'll be sore today. I don't want to make it worse for you, Love." The crushed look in Hiei's eyes almost broke the kitsune's heart.

"I understand...if you don't want to..." the small youkai began.

"No, Hiei, it isn't that! Of course I want to! I just don't want to hurt you. If you're sure that's what you want, then I'll..." Any other words the fox had planned to say were devoured by Hiei's kiss. With a fervor that shocked them both, Hiei began running his hands over Kurama's body, trying to pull him closer. Smiling through the kiss, Kurama gave in to Hiei's request. He never knew his little firefly could be so eager for his touch.

This time was different from the last time. Hiei now knew what to expect, and relinquished control of his body much more easily, rather than fighting its natural reactions. The two demons spent a good portion of the morning sharing their pleasure and their bodies with each other. Each found his completion in the other's arms, and finally both lay, snuggled together, completely satisfied.

Kurama was again shocked to discover that Hiei, despite his aloof nature, really enjoyed cuddling. Before, their caresses had been guarded; almost as if they wanted to touch each other, but were afraid that they would cross some unspoken line. Now there were no more lines to cross. They belonged to each other, heart, body, and soul.

They were still lying, entwined together, when the front door opened quietly. Shiori wondered why no one had answered, as she had been knocking for several minutes. Using her own key, she let herself inside the small apartment. "Shuuichi? Are you here?" she called towards the bedroom.

Kurama jumped as he heard her voice. "It's Mother! I forgot she was coming over today! Is it really noon already?" he sputtered at Hiei. The fire demon released his embrace around the fox reluctantly. He didn't care who knew what had transpired between them, but he recognized that being found like this would undoubtedly be very embarrassing for both mother and son. Kurama was out of bed in an instant, wrapping a light robe around his bare body. Hiei had just enough of a glimpse of the unconcealed form before the robe swished on to bring a smile to his face. He wondered how such a beautiful and powerful being could ever have fallen in love with the Forbidden Child. Kurama stopped his frantic rush to make himself presentable, and looked at his lover. Hiei just smiled again. As he tried to sit up, the fire demon realized that Kurama had been right about being sore. Shifting his weight to the side, and sitting on his hip, rather than his tender bottom, he looked at the concern evident on the kitsune's face.

"I'm fine. Go, Fox, before she comes in here and you both turn bright red." Taking the time for a quick peck on Hiei's lips, Kurama slipped out the door to greet his mother. Chuckling softly, Hiei slowly got out of the bed, and began to gather his clothing from the floor.

"Mother! I'm right here!" Kurama announced, as he entered his small living room. Shiori stood by the sofa. She was quite surprised to see her son so disheveled at twelve-ten in the afternoon. Usually he was awake much earlier, and rarely was he ever seen in less than his usual, perfect appearance. Today he stood before her in only his robe, looking sleepy, unwashed, and with his long mane of hair unbrushed.

"Shuuichi, are you feeling alright?" she asked.

"Yes, Mother, I'm fine. I forgot to set my alarm clock last night, and I was up rather late, so I am afraid I overslept. I'm sorry." Shiori smiled at him.

"I understand, sweetheart. Take your time and get yourself composed. We can push back our plans a bit." Smiling his gratitude, Kurama motioned for Shiori to have a seat.

"I still need to shower, Mother. Would you like something to drink, first, though?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine," she replied, lounging into the sofa. Kurama nodded, and returned to his room.

Hiei sat gingerly on the edge of the bed with his clothes draped across his lap, fighting the laughter threatening to overcome him. He found the entire situation rather amusing. He also knew Shiori was an intelligent and observant person, and wondered how long it would take her to figure out what had happened. If he were a betting demon, he would wager that she knew already. She had, after all, realized rather quickly that Hiei was Yukina's brother. Kurama entered again, sighing slightly in relief. Looking towards his fire demon, he managed a weak grin.

"That went...um...well, it went. I need to shower, and so do you."

Still smiling, Hiei replied, "You go first. It will only take me a few minutes, and you can entertain her during that time. I'll stay in here until you're finished." Nodding, Kurama gathered his things, and left to get cleaned up.

Shiori sat in the living room, listening to the water running in the bathroom. She was certain her son hadn't told her the whole truth. One part of her said that she should mind her own business; her son was on his own and in charge of his own affairs now. This part occupied about five percent of her mind. The other ninety-five percent was screaming at her to find out what exactly had gone on to leave her son so out of it this morning. In the back of her mind, she had her suspicions, but she hesitated to jump to conclusions. She didn't have too long to dwell on these thoughts, however. Kurama was showered, dried, and changed in record time, and was seating himself in the chair before her.

"Okay, Mother, we should be ready to go in just a moment," he stated. Shiori raised her eyebrow at the ambiguous "we" he referred to. Had he meant the two of them, or was their third companion already in the apartment? The latter would certainly substantiate her suspicions. This was confirmed when a black blur crossed from the bedroom into the bathroom, the door closed, and the shower turned on again. Smiling, Shiori turned to her son.

"Did you find the love you were looking for, Shuuichi?" she asked, unable to resist the reference to one of their earlier conversations.

"What? Mother, I don't know what you mean," Kurama protested, but Shiori's smile only got wider.

"Son, I know Hiei was in your room. You were a mess when I arrived. It's obvious that you were both 'up late last night' so to speak. Besides, I'm your mother, I know everything," Shiori said in a gentle, innocent tone.

Kurama's face turned as scarlet as his hair at this. He was actually speechless. Shiori just reached out her hand to grasp his, noticing the way he shook as she did so. "It's okay, Shuuichi. You're an adult now. I know you are careful in your decisions. If this makes you happy, then I am happy for you." She had long ago come to terms with her son's lifestyle. As she had watched the relationship between the fox and the hiyoukai blossom, and she had known it was only a matter of time before they took the next step and consummated their love. Telling him that it was okay was still very difficult for her, but this was her son, her only child. Although others, even their own family, may not accept his choices, she knew she would always love him and support him. Kurama slid off the chair and onto the sofa next to his mother, hugging her tightly.

"I love you, Mother," he whispered.

"I love you, too, my son," she replied. "But you haven't answered me yet. Have you found what you were seeking?"

With a small sigh, he simply said, "Yes."

When Hiei entered the living room shortly thereafter, he knew from one look at the pair before him that Shiori knew everything. With his typical smirk, he slipped his hands into his pockets, and eyed his fox possessively. This, of course, caused Kurama to blush again. Shiori noticed the subtle exchange between the two, and rose to her feet. In a swift movement, she swept the small half koorime into a hug. "Welcome to my family, Hiei," she whispered softly.

While her actions caught the hiyoukai off guard, her warm embrace and soft words quelled his original instinct to break away from her. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging the only mother he'd ever known, and whispered back, just as softly, "Thank you."

Kurama looked on happily. When his mother and his lover let go (It was a short hug, but it was progress), the three stood silently for a few minutes. Now that everything was out in the open, no one was entirely sure what to say. Finally, Kurama broke the tense quiet. "Are we going out today, or not?" he asked brightly. With a gruff nod from Hiei and a smile from Shiori, the trio left to enjoy their day out.

Yusuke sat on a swing in the nearby playground, glaring at the packed dirt beneath him. "So, if he hasn't been around for a few weeks, why are we so worried?" he asked in an insolent tone. The tall, brown haired figure to his right sighed, and massaged his temples on either side of the "Jr." mark he wore upon his brow.

"Because, Yusuke, Intaro is hell-bent on revenge against Kurama for something or other. Until we find out what that is, or just kill Intaro, he remains a threat. As it stands, I am not sure why he has disappeared for so long. I'm sure he will reappear, and when he does, I am sure it will be unpleasant."

"Nah. He's probably just hiding somewhere with his tail between his legs, after we kicked his guys' butts and trashed his castle," the teenager replied confidently.

"What fight were you watching, Yusuke?" Koenma countered. "From what I saw, you beat up a bunch of lackeys, and then ran for it when the reinforcements got there. I assure you, Intaro is still very much a problem. My spies cannot determine where or when he will strike again."

"Whatever. Hey, what time is it?" Yusuke looked down at his watch. "Oh crap, I gotta go! I'm supposed to be at the ramen house in ten minutes! Later, Toddler!" With that, Yusuke got up and ran towards the Yukimura ramen house at what would have been full speed for a human. Koenma just shook his head. He wished his detective would take this case just a bit more seriously.

Yusuke made it to the noodle shop with exactly one minute to spare. In the several weeks he had been working there, he had not been late once. He was very careful to conceal this information. If anyone at school found out, they'd be after him to show up for classes on time. If anyone in Spirit World found out, Koenma would be after him to show up promptly when summoned. If Genkai found out, she'd be on his case to show up for training on time, and then she'd keep him extra late to make it harder for him to get to the noodle house on time, and laugh as she watched him try. Finally, if his mother found out, she'd be after him for money. The Yukimuras, however, were pleased to see the effort he put into winning their approval. Yusuke's eagerness to abide by their decision, but his determination to do it "his way" was amusing and also reassuring to them.

As Yusuke ran through the back door, and hastily tied on his apron, Keiko gave him a warm smile. Quickly, the two got to work.

Miles away, Kuwabara was sitting on the steps at Genkai's shrine. Sitting only a few inches from him was Yukina. The two sat perfectly still, and perfectly quietly. Kuwabara opened his mouth to speak, but one look from the ice maiden stilled his tongue. The boy gave up, and resigned himself to sitting quietly. After a few minutes, a small, blue bird landed on the step next to the ice maiden, and hopped closer to her.

This bird, and many others, came to visit her daily. They were uncertain of the large human beside her though. He had been there every day for the past week. He never made any threatening movements or loud noises, but it was in their nature to be afraid of something so much bigger than themselves. The little bird hopped even closer, looking at the newcomer with a curious tilt if its feathered head. Finally, the little blue bird flapped his wings, and landed softly on the ice maiden's lap. He regarded the human again. With another little flap, he leapt onto Kuwabara's knee. He sat there, completely still, with his bright blue feathers puffed out.

After another moment, he finally hopped up to where Kuwabara's open hand rested in his lap. Tentatively, the little bird pecked a few breadcrumbs out to the human's palm. Reassured, the bird began to eat freely, allowing his feathers to settle against his body. Looking up at the astonished face above him, the bird gave a cheerful chirp, and continued his feast.

"You see, Kazuma?" Yukina asked softly, smiling radiantly. "They just need some time to get to know you." As she said this, several other birds landed nearby, and began the same slow and cautious approach. Within a half an hour, the tall human was practically covered in birds. He barely noticed the small creatures perching on him, as he watched his ice maiden's happy expression.

Kuwabara had been spending more and more time with Yukina. He knew some day soon he would work up enough courage to ask her to go on a date with him. His only problem was that every time he looked at her to ask her, his words fled him, and he just stared at her. Vaguely he considered asking the birds to a movie, for surely Yukina would follow them. No, it didn't make much sense, but that was the general state of mind he was put in every time he saw her smile.

In a dark room, in an abandoned castle, in Makai, a dark figure watched the scenes play out on the screen before him with a malicious smile on his face. "That's right, kiddies. Relax and play. I will give you some more time," a cruel voice hissed.

"Master Intaro?" a servant beside him questioned. "Why do you give them so much time? You speak of your revenge against the fox, but here we sit, doing nothing."

Eyes the color of night slowly rolled sideways to stare at the impertinent demon. "Do you question me?" Intaro asked, drawing the question out.

"N...n...no, Master. I...I..." the subordinate stammered, fearing for his life.

"Do not fear. I will answer your questions, young one. Why do I wait? If you strike your enemy, you will inflict pain. This is a given. If you strike a second time, the amount of pain you inflict will depend on the state of your opponent. If you attack too soon, the pain from the first blow has yet to fade. If this is so, your enemy cannot truly enjoy the pain from the second strike. You must give your adversary time to recover; the subsequent blow will hurt all the worse for it.

"As for my revenge, I will take it in increments. Such a sweet dish cannot be rushed. It must be savored, like the delicacy it is. The fox took something precious from me. I not only want revenge, I want it back," the stronger demon explained, his voice taking on a paternal quality.

"Master?" the servant whispered. At a nod from Intaro, the younger demon continued. "What did the fox take from you that is so precious to you?" These words were a barely audible whisper.

"My intimacy. I was shown, years ago, the beauty of true intimacy. Ever since that time, I have trained and studied to become stronger. True intimacy is rare, and the truest form is that between murderer and victim. To watch one's soul separate with one's body is true intimacy, and true possession of that feeling is what I seek. I wanted to be strong enough to share this bliss with the one who taught me this, the one who pursued me so long ago, the quest class demon, Karasu. I have killed, many times, and he was right. The connection is amazing. I wanted to have this with him. It was my right, my reward for all of my hard work. I wanted to be the one looking into his eyes as the spark of his life withered and went out. That kitsune stole this from me. That pleasure was his. Karasu's last thoughts were of him. He cheated me out of my reward."

"And so you wish him dead for killing the crow," the servant concluded, inching closer.

"No, you've completely misunderstood. I don't care that he killed Karasu; I was planning on doing it myself. The crow was going to die either way, so that is not what upset me. I care that he shared that exquisite bliss with the one that was rightfully mine. I cannot change time. But I can share this sacred ecstasy with the fox. Since he has that connection with Karasu, when I share it with him, we will all be connected, and I will, at last, be able to show the crow that I understood his lesson from so long ago. I will have my reward."

The demon servant gasped. "Master Intaro, that is so beautiful. Your words have such passion in them. To think you would share it with me, a lowly servant. I am honored." Only too late did the younger demon see the gleam in his master's eyes.

"Yes, it feels so close, so...intimate..." Intaro whispered in a seductive voice, as his right hand shot out through the stomach of the other demon. With hurt-filled eyes, the servant looked at his master, as blood dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin.

Intaro stood, towering over the younger form, his eyes clouded with a lust that cannot be sated by bodily pleasures. "Words are pathetic. They pale in comparison to the true essence of this moment, don't they? What we have, right now, no one will ever have with you again. I am the last thing you know; the last thought, the last sight, the last scent. And you...you are mine, now and for eternity, in our beautiful connection.

"The final part of this charm is trust. You trusted me enough to keep asking, and so I honored you by sharing this bliss. Let the fox trust that he is safe. Let him trust that his friends are with him. Let him trust his new lover. I will own that trust. I will take it all, and keep it with me, to hold, to play with, to treasure. Let them have their peace, and let them seek solace in each other's arms. He will be mine, and mine alone. I have time. I have time."

The lesser demon heard no more. His body slouched, supported only by Intaro's hand, still penetrating his midsection. The demon master looked fondly at the corpse he held. "I have time," he whispered again, leaning forward and licking the trail of blood from his late victim's chin. "Kurama, you will be mine."