Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Curiosity ❯ Curiosity ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Curiosity

Author: The laughing corpse

Genre: One shot, romance.

Rating: R

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho

Summary: The disappearance of Yuusuke, Keiko is alone in her distress, at least she thought she was until a certain fire demon comes along. HieixKeiko.

Warnings: Sexual situations and plain dirtiness. But the good kind.

A/N: Because Hiei is too fun to play with and Keiko's adorable.

Disclaimer: YYH is not mine; Funimation owns the rights to it.

 

Curiosity

 

 

Mmm…

 

Ohh…

 

Those were the soft, murmuring sounds coming from Keiko's lips. Keiko shut her eyes and sang the enthusiasm in light, appreciative moans. Keiko twisted in his grip. Hiei slammed his fingers home, killing Keiko again with another strong tide of sensations.

 

<…>

 

Previously, Keiko adorned a very modest and somewhat shy grin and a nice pink Babydoll gown that now remained on the ground, abandoned for the last hour.

 

Keiko watched from the vanity mirror a certain very naked fire demon penetrate her through the back. It was interesting, putting aside the primal and masculinity displayed and the dominating scene, how they ended up in this position in the first place. Keiko for a moment lost her concentration and giggled, her hands slipped, her face landing straight into the mattress. It wasn't any consolation to her nose Hiei's persistent and rapid pace slammed her further and repeatedly into the mattress.

 

“Wait—wait!” Keiko said.

 

Grunting aggravated, Hiei stopped. “What now?” His hands gripped her hips roughly. It took a whole world of pain to put this wonderful process to a halt.

 

“Let me get a pillow at least. I need to hold my face away from the mattress.”

 

That didn't really make sense to Hiei, but humans, women specifically, didn't make sense to him period, so why bother? Plus, the urge to continue slamming into her clouded his common sense. “Hurry up.”

 

She dragged a fluffy one to her by the tips of her fingers. “Okay, ready.”

 

“Eager aren't we?”

 

“Hiei, don't,” Keiko said, hoping he wouldn't tease her.

 

“Quiet woman,” he said in an authorizing tone.

 

For the rest of the night Keiko screamed into her pillow her pleasure.

 

<…>

 

First encounters are always memorable.

 

Keiko remembers the first day in the University how hard and intimidating it was at first glance. Yukimura Keiko felt strange and a little isolated. All the people she knew weren't there and it was even harder dealing with the fact Yuusuke wasn't around. She had no idea where he was.

 

He just went and left. To who knows no one knows.

 

Keiko carried on like this, moving on with her normal life and his memory and the worry of his existence with her.

 

In her solitude in her room, she stared out into the darkness of the night and decided to visit Yuusuke's old neighborhood and somehow she ended up walking towards Kurama's neighborhood. The night was lovely. Keiko found inner peace with it and she wasn't aware of who followed her.

 

The drunkard eyed Keiko and pursued after her.

 

If it weren't for a certain demon's intervention and the precision of his blade, Keiko would've had a head full of blood from the liquor bottle, unconscious on the floor.

 

Keiko turned around and was startled to see Hiei standing over the drunkard's body, donning the casual and nonchalant expression. “Hiei? What—I—what happened?”

 

“Accidentally misplaced my sheath and this thing found it,” Hiei said, simply. He failed to mention he tossed the sheath from the trees above and threw it at his head.

 

“Oh.” Keiko tried not to let that bother her. Yuusuke done worse. “Hiei-san, have you seen Yuusuke?” Her eyes were full of sorrow that Hiei even felt it touched the back of his throat like a bad aftertaste.

 

“No.”

 

“I…see. Thank you,” Keiko said and her hopes further plunged into that abyss of depression.

 

<…>

 

Keiko, for some reason unknown, looked for Hiei.

 

And, when she, surprisingly, found him, Hiei wasn't amused.

 

“What do you want?” Hiei asked, a tinge on the harsh side.

 

Hiei didn't like women that much. He didn't like interacting with them because they were lesser than males. They were weaker and whinier than men. The only female that earned his respect was Mukuro.

 

Yukina fell in the category of weakness, but he didn't mind protecting her. It was his duty to.

 

“I was just hoping you'd …find Yuusuke…and—”

 

Hiei immediately cut her off. “No, no. What are you demanding of me so openly? I know you're not trying to ask demands of me here.”

 

Keiko frowned and eyes falling deeper in that sorrow. “I'm asking you, not demanding, Hiei-san. Please…I got to know if he's alright.”

 

“You're barking up the wrong tree.” He put an end to that.

 

Keiko hung her head in defeat.

 

I'm not going to stop. He won this time, but not the whole thing.

 

<…>

 

Again and again she persisted.

 

The damn woman wouldn't understand no.

 

“Please, Hiei-san!” she begged.

 

“No and no!” he hissed back. Hiei was coming close to bursting a blood vessel and giving her great pain.

 

But, he resisted. Koenma would send him straight to the Makai prison and he wasn't going to go there because of her, but the urge is strong.

 

“I'll do anything, anything I swear,” she said with unbridle desperation.

 

Hiei rolled his eyes in aggravation, irate that she would not quit. He thought of something that for sure would get her off his case for good. Keiko, being the type of modest and `good' girl, most definitely would steer away from him like the plague.

 

Hiei said, very steadily, with a bland face, “If you wish for my assistance then you must do something for me.”

 

Keiko perked up to that. “Really? I don't care what it is, I'll do it,” she said eagerly.

 

Hiei dropped the load on her. Knowing she'll back off for good. “Kiss me. Now.”

 

What? Keiko's expression morphed from hopeful to stunned and a little of something else that was indescribable.

 

“Well? Not kiss, no bargain,” Hiei was smug. He should've thought of this sooner. As he sat on the railing of the roof's fence, he congratulated himself in finally getting this woman off his case—

 

Keiko moved forward quickly and reached out, grabbed Hiei by the collar, pulling him down and crashed her lips over his. The fire demon didn't have time to think or react. He was that much stunned and surprised by this human's sudden actions and Keiko definitely gave his mouth something to respond to. Whatever that pretty little mouth of hers did it send him a series of tingles down his back and…

 

She pulled back, breathless, her eyes staring into his deadpanned claret ones with determination. “So, Hiei. Now are you going to look for Yuusuke?”

 

Hiei looked at her, uncharacteristically stupefied by what transpired. Shit. What the Hell did he get himself into?

 

 

<…>

 

Ironically, Hiei couldn't find him.

 

He couldn't find him with the Jagan. Nothing. It kind of pissed him off.

 

Dammit. Where the fuck was this toushin?

 

The search went on and nothing.

 

He came back empty handed.

 

<…>

 

After a month, he returned back to the Ningenkai and told her the news of his search.

Keiko was in her white nightgown. She looked like a peasant woman from the old Western ages.

 

She didn't know what to say or how to react. She just felt lost and hopeless. “I see. Thank you, for your assistance, Hiei-san. I appreciate it.” Before Hiei could say anything back, she cried.

 

She cried like a little, helpless girl. She sunk against her couch and cried.

 

Hiei really didn't want to be here. Hiei couldn't stand watching people cry. It was pitiful and it made something inside him squirm because it always showed weakness.

 

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to walk out and go about his night. She looked so much like Yukina crying there. Keiko was the flower-gentle type when she wasn't angry, of course. She looked like she would break if she carried on.

 

He just stood there. Glued to his place.

 

Hiei stepped closer and stopped.

 

Keiko looked at him with tear-stained, puffy eyes and embraced him. She knew this demon couldn't care, but he was here and he knew of her pain. No one else was aware she was dying inside without Yuusuke.

 

Life was awful without him.

 

Hiei extracted her from him, carefully, without shoving her away like he normally did with people. He looked at her carefully in the face and said, “Stop crying. It doesn't solve anything; you're only hurting yourself. If Yuusuke were dead the Reikai would've reported it and his soul would be registered there by now. I couldn't find him doesn't mean he's gone.”

 

Keiko considered this, sniffing. She hugged herself, nodding her head. What the demon said made sense. She just…

 

Hiei turned, heading out.

 

Keiko watched him go, but she said, “Please don't go yet.”

 

Was she for real here? Hiei counted to ten in his head. He wasn't going to kill her, he wasn't going to kill her, he wasn't going to kill her…

 

But, the helplessness there was pure loneliness and being female made her more vulnerable. He sighed. “Fine.”

 

Hiei sat in the farthest couch.

 

They stood there in the silence, wordless.

 

<…>

 

Hiei checked on Yukimura Keiko frequently.

 

He first did it because he felt pity for the girl. Looking at her all distressed for someone that is trying to adjust to his new body and finding himself, with that in mind he couldn't possibly think of Keiko.

 

It was the cold truth.

 

Keiko welcomed him and invited him to eat. He refused a couple of times, but one time she forced a mouthful of Oden down the hatch, he kind of liked it. Of course, he narrowly killed her for it.

 

She accepted him into her home and seemed very glad to have him there.

 

It was almost odd to see such glee and enthusiasm to have him there.

 

Hiei went along with it, then, before he knew it, it was becoming habitual. He didn't even drop by Kurama's place like he ordinarily did as much.

 

She would ask him questions like, “How was your day? How are you feeling, what are you in the mood to eat?'

 

It was all very strange, but he kind of adjusted to it and answered her with simple responses.

 

It became customary to spend his day at Keiko's apartment.

 

<…>

 

She smelled pretty good for a human.

 

She's very meticulous when it comes to personal hygiene.

 

She bathed with salts and scented soaps.

 

Hiei watched the television she left on for him. He didn't particularly like watching it and this Girls' gone wild was ridiculous.

 

He heard the shower start. It soothed him to hear the running of water hit tile. Then, the thought of Keiko in the shower, getting sprayed by all the water running, disturbed him.

 

It disturbed him simply because it wasn't at all disturbing. In fact, the image was the very opposite of disturbing.

 

Thinking about women, wet and naked, didn't sit well with him, human women for the matter.

 

Yet, the thought of it entered his mind.

 

He stopped. No. No. No.

 

He stood and walked to the balcony and there she was. Fresh out of the shower; flushed, hair damp and curled, clad in her white bathrobe. “You're leaving already?” she said, sounding a tad disappointed.

 

So was he. Why didn't he leave sooner?

 

Seeing a watered down version of what he had running through his mind made it hard to step out of the apartment.

 

Hiei flopped back on the couch. Sitting there, avoiding looking at her.

 

It wasn't her that allured him. It was the simple fact she was a woman that made him uncomfortable, he reason. He stuck with that theory. Soon, all this uncomfortable atmosphere will evaporate and everything will be back to normal.

 

Yes. It'll go back to normal.

 

But as the seconds passed and the minutes ticked by, the tension thickened. Keiko, who was minding around in the kitchen, padded towards him, asked him with concern, “Are you alright?”

 

“Yes.” His voice sounded tight. It annoyed him.

 

“Are you sure?” The question itself was suggestive! What the Hell is she doing to him!

 

Hiei stared at her. Her smell, the moist dampness running through her hair, the few droplets clinging to those long lashes, what was underneath that hideous, white bathrobe.

 

She was…teasing him.

 

This is why he hated them. They were weak and defenseless, but they have the upper hand when it comes down to using their feminine wiles. She was doing it without knowing it.

 

Hiei closed his eyes.

 

He released a breath.

 

He couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't that prudish.

 

He pulled her to him and kissed those lips of hers. It made the urge worse. He couldn't resist.

 

And, strangely, Keiko didn't fight him. Sure, she was stunned, but she also didn't fight him. She just looked at him with bewilderment and confusion. “Hiei…” she said softly, her fingers tracing his face. Her breathing had gone ragged. She quivered with anticipation and uncertainty. She sat across Hiei's lap and it felt strange, yet exciting.

 

He set her down. The leather material of the couch cushions squeaked from their frantic movements.

 

Hiei explored her. Licking, nip, sliding his lips from down the column of her slick neat, to the shell smooth from the water skin underneath the robe. He opened it and what was hidden under the rough material was just right. Very nicely proportioned and exposed.

 

The heated, almost animalistic gaze he set on her frightened her and lit something inside her. Those eyes were for her, only her.

 

He leaned forward and brought a tanned, perked nipple in his mouth and the things he did to it brought soft, sounds from her and her breathing roughened.

 

Hiei could smell the feminine moisture building up and it tickled him below. He reached over to her lips again and kissed her more vigorously. Keiko pulled at his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it away, uncaringly.

 

His muscle structure was impressive and at the same time not extreme. She liked it. She ran her hands appreciatively over it and the bulge that tented his pants made her swallow. Keiko couldn't keep her eyes off it.

 

She caressed it. It was hard and it twitched.

 

Hiei massaged her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart. He leaned down and nibbled the soft lips, suckling them and lapping at the oozing, hot fluid leaking out. The strong scent elongated his length. Keiko cried out, the sensation an embodiment of its own, manipulating her into this quivering little thing burning with passion.

 

She cried his name out softly. She dared not scream his name. She felt shame to leave her comfort zone, but she couldn't hide how good his mouth was making her feel. She couldn't hide how he undid her.

 

Her hips jerked.

 

Hiei released her much to her dismay. She hissed a frustrated grunt. Hiei said, “I think this is too out of place for you.”

 

Keiko couldn't stand it. She said roughly, “I don't care, Hiei. I want you.”

 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hiei asked her, but only to mess with her.

 

“Yes…please.”

 

That undid him. He removed what was left on him, tossing his pants aside and to Keiko, he was perfection nude. His impressive size had her tingling allover. She spread her legs further unconsciously. The pulsing, tightening need between her legs made her heat up. The bath from before did nothing to cool her. “I want you,” she repeated to him.

 

The evil smirk he send her had her pull him down and plant a kiss at the edge of his jaw.

 

He wrapped her legs around his waist and sunk in that heated wetness inside her. Keiko stilled. She released a heavy breath, anxious for him to start the plunging.

 

His jaw set, he pushed in, the heat enveloping him and the pressure laced with sensations started. He switched from fast to slow, then a good couple of minutes he sped up the pace. He slammed into her, breaking out in sweat prolonging the moment. He didn't give in yet, but he breached close to the moment.

 

Keiko squirmed around, the bottled up tension slowly, but surely, opening and flooding over. She raised her hips, thrusting roughly twice and she came. The rush of release blinding her with bliss and newly welcomed exhaustion.

 

The spectacle was one to witness.

 

Hiei bit his lip as he set down his restrain and slammed into her, handling Keiko roughly as he entered her repeatedly.

 

It didn't take long for him to reach his climax and join the silent, dazed girl in that mindless ecstasy.

 

 

<…>

 

So, they fucked.

 

Fucked and fucked some more afterwards. They took their escapade to the bedroom and once they were spent for the night, Keiko couldn't help think of the whole thing and her pining over Yuusuke.

 

Hiei slept, his back facing her.

 

Talking to him would be impossible.

 

 

<…>

 

Keiko hadn't spoken to him throughout his visits.

 

It kind of annoyed Hiei that she was being such a bitch and such a female about it.

 

The last female he fucked, she was actually nice about it. Something about giving a woman orgasms automatically guarantees they'll do anything for you in the kindest manner.

 

Except, Keiko did the opposite and started to ignore him.

 

Hiei didn't like being ignored. When she did it, it pissed him off beyond reason.

 

He grabbed her and forced a kiss on her. She tried fighting him only to eventually give him and kiss him back, the instant she did, he pulled away and stared at her dead on. “If you really didn't want it, you still would've fought me, but you gave in and you know it.”

 

Keiko glared, balling her fists at her sides. “Damn you.”

 

“Yuusuke isn't the only man on this planet. To give into another isn't a sin,” Hiei said angrily, trying to get at something he wasn't completely sure of. “Stop resisting and learn to give into what's open to you.”

 

“Are you saying that you're willing to be with me?” Keiko answered hysterically. Her eyes starting to tear up. “I don't know if waiting for someone to come back or playing as someone's toy thing hurts more. I can't live with it; I can't live with it knowing that…my feelings aren't responded back. I don't want to be hurt again. I want to get out before I'm too deep in, I'm already knee-deep when it comes to you.”

 

“If I'm here, forcing sense into that narrow mind of yours it's for something more than just having sex,” Hiei said finally. He was angry and Keiko's crying wasn't lessening it.

 

She stopped. “I…think…I love you,” she said, in her tiniest voice.

 

Hiei just walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek.

 

 

<…>

 

They weren't what you call a relatively normal couple.

 

Not at all, but it wasn't bad either.

 

Keiko liked it.

 

She liked it a bit more than her other ones.

 

This was more…interesting.

 

Hiei wasn't the type to step back from what's given to him.

 

It could be the fact he isn't human and doesn't think like one.

 

She liked it a lot and showed it to him in everyway she can.

 

<…>

 

Yuusuke returned. It came out of nowhere.

 

He was downstairs, outside her building, looking stronger and dreamier than ever. Keiko's heart missed a beat seeing him. She didn't waste any time to embrace him.

 

“What's up?” he said.

 

She missed the sound of his voice.

 

“What's up with you?” she replied, smiling the way he remembered.

 

“Nothing much, just came back home. I missed you, Keiko.”

 

“I missed you, too.” She smiled, her hand reaching out to caress his face. “For a long time. I'm glad you're back. I was worried.”

 

“I know and I'm sorry.” The sincerity in his eyes made her forgive him for all the torment he made her go through. “Listen…if you're not doing anything…” he started and Keiko knew where he was getting at.

 

She only shook her head. “I'm sorry, Yuusuke. I…can't anymore. I waited for a long time, but I couldn't wait any longer.”

 

Yuusuke nodded. He figured this would probably happen. He practically abandoned her and this one was the big one. He had to at least try. “Some other lucky guy?”

 

Keiko nodded. “Yes.”

 

“I hope he's good to you.”

 

“He is.”

 

“Still, you want to catch up with me? Kuwabara's coming with, too.”

 

“Yes, I'd like that.” Keiko gave him another hug. She turned to the apartment. It was late and she had work tomorrow.

 

“Great. See ya around then,” Yuusuke said, bidding her farewell. He crossed the empty street and made it just in time to catch the approaching bus.

 

Keiko stepped inside. Her heart didn't feel empty any longer. Yuusuke was back and well and knowing it made her serene. She cast a grin at the trees above, knowing her dark guardian was watching and most likely satisfied by her respond.

 

The End.