Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Thoughts ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

The next day, he does not fight, but he is watching along with the Jaganshi. Why are they always together? Neither of the teams fighting in the ring is worth my time, nor his really, if he is worthy of my affection. His errors yesterday make me wonder. I do not like doubt. It robs me of my total joy in intimacy. But, I keep watching him. I confess in the security of my mind that it is his hair, his plants, his face that draw me. I desire to feel the Shimaneki Sou in my body, to feel my ki in his body. Together, we will reach the highest intimacy!

 

A challenge from the field catches my attention. The arrogant one, Shishiwakamaru, has told him to “put your affairs in order.” I bite back a bark of laughter. Is the fool challenging him? Can he not feel the differences in their youki? Even still injured, Kurama is stronger than that Shishiwakamaru. Kurama and the Jaganshi know this, too. It shows on their faces. The rest of their team arrives and they talk, laughing at the expense of the Jaganshi from the looks of things.

 

The Toguros and Bui come up behind me. Toguro Otouto wishes to make our presence known. A small burst of ki and the crowd falls silent. A look of ill ease crosses the faces of the Urameshi team as they look upon us. I allow myself the brief fancy that he knows he is mine, that he meets my gaze. I feel the seduction of intimacy flare through my body as my eyes close halfway in anticipation of the pleasure to come. I am aware of Toruro Otouto challenging Yusuke. He has claimed the boy as his prize. That is fine with me. I want Kurama. The boy accepts the challenge, even though he is pale with fear. They all accept the challenge, putting on a brave face over the palor of fear.

 

At a signal from Toguro Otouto, I create a smoke cloud to conceal our exit. Everything with him is a show of strength. Always strength. His obsession with brute force does not allow him to understand the subtlety of what I do. Unfortunately, however, it is that brute strength that has bound me to him. I hate it, having to share something so precious with those not worthy of it. Perhaps that is why he intrigues me so much. Or, maybe it is his blood colored hair flowing down his back, an eternally flowing fountain of life's liquid. I wonder…I wonder if it feels as good as blood. Is it smooth, silky, warm?

 

There is a sudden change in the atmosphere. Silently, I follow it to its source. What could cause such a massive disturbance? Cloaking my own ki, I enter a small cave, ignoring the falling rain. An old woman is talking to Yusuke, asking him if he can endure anything. Her mention of pain roots me, I admit. The boy assures her he can. There is another massive change in ki as she forms her orb. I can see the mixture of reiki and life force within it. Yusuke takes this from her and it enters his body. At first, nothing happens and I make a move to leave, disappointed. Then, the smell, the intoxicating aroma of pain, severe pain, reaches my nose. It has been a long time since that quality of pain, pain that burns and consumes the soul, has tickled my senses. I loose myself in it, reveling in the heady aroma. This is so much better than the Jaganshi's pain. I wanted to take him, take his intimacy, to revel in it. But, he is Toguro's. That barbarian will never understand, will not know how to savor this luscious liquor.

 

Something gnaws at the edge of my intoxicated mind. Something important. Something to do with blood. The smell of blood has joined that of pain, making it that much harder for me to concentrate. What is it that insists on interfering with my one moment of pleasure in this forsaken tournament?

 

Tournament. I remember. The semifinals. They were to begin this afternoon. Reluctantly, I leave. Though this pain, this drug, is something I greatly desire, I cannot partake of it to its end. But, I can partake of his. I still want to watch him.

 

I arrive at the arena, the day's matches already begun. I watch from the shadows of the archways leading onto the grounds. I keep my ki cloaked. It would not do for them to know I am watching. I don't want him distracted by thoughts of me. He has not fought, yet, though. Only the Jaganshi, currently on his second match, has fought yet today. Now he fights one called Kuromomotaro. He is ugly. He crushes something in his hand and his form changes, still ugly. The Jaganshi picks up his broken katana. How did that happen, I wonder, as he speaks of a vile technique, one that he is reluctant to use. This sparks my interest. What is it that he could be reluctant to use? Kuromomotaro moves to bite the Jaganshi, but he is too fast. My eyes barely catch the Jaganshi's motions as he slices the vile one with his Jaoensatsu ken. Kuromomotaro is dead before his teeth sink into the Jaganshi's shoulder, though why did the little demon not avoid the creature's teeth? Regardless, the match is over, the Jaganshi wins. The reiken wielder becomes enraged when he realizes the Jaganshi finds the technique distasteful because it is similar in form.

 

Shishiwakamaru steps into the ring and throws a pair of dice. It seems that fate is deciding the pairings. I almost hold my breath, waiting to see who will be the next to fight. Will it be him? Kurama shows on the die representing the Urameshi team. A smile touches my lips. He is to fight Uraurashima. The two of them enter the ring. Uraurashima brandishes his fishing rod, swinging it in tight circles over his head. Kurama brings out his whip and duplicates the action. I frown at this wanton display of power. It does nothing for me. The match beings, and the two trade lashes, neither seriously, both blocking effectively. I cross my arms over my chest, controlling the anger I feel at this useless display. Neither is serious about this match. I can hear the Jaganshi echoing my sentiment, stating how this is a bad habit of Kurama's, that he toys with his prey. Vaguely, I remember hearing of another….Something in the ring attracts my attention before my musings can truly take form. Kurama smiles. Why? Uraurashima missteps and Kurama moves to attack, only to be caught up in the line of the fishing rod. The fool looks surprised and drops his whip. The graceful tool reverts to its floral form and Uraurashima steps on it as he pulls the red head to the ground. I am having trouble remembering to control my ki, I am so angry at Kurama. How dare he let himself be taken in by this…by this…

 

He stands, and moves to the edge of the ring to give himself room to maneuver, only to be stopped by the lines of a periphery barrier. Didn't he see it being formed! The fool! How dare he presume to be worthy of me! I would leave, but something compels me to stay. Something almost remembered. Uraurashima opens his Guaku-tametebako and a silvery mist envelops the ring, contained by the barrier. What is this?

 

His youki is weakening, I can feel it vanish. No, that is not right. It does not vanish. With a rush, I feel it change, strengthen. What is this? A voice, silky smooth, deeper, speaks out from the mist. “I never thought the day would come when I would return to this form again, to my Youko fox form.” Youko! Youko Kurama! Can it be? The legend who even escaped death?

 

Uraurashima's voice, full of panic and fear, speaks out, “Don't tell me you're the heinous thief, Y-youko Kurama?”

 

His voice, seductive, speaks out, “Now then, it's time for spankings. Your offence in angering me is a serious one.” Oh, those words, that voice. He would share my intimacy with me. His ki is powerful enough to root me where I am. I could not leave now even if I wanted to.

 

The Jaganshi speaks, “I had no idea it was as great as all this. It makes me wish I could take him on once.” Pity, little Jaganshi, that you won't get your chance. He is mine, now more so than ever.

 

His voice comes from the mist covered ring again. “Now, then, how shall I serve you up?” I can feel a burst of ki, though I cannot see it, I know he has summoned one of his plants, a hungry one from the feel of it. Uraurahsima's whimpering can also be heard, but that does not interest me nearly as much as the velvet voice coming from the throat that will sing out to me as we share what no others in the tournament can. “This thing has acidic saliva, you see. It will likely dissolve your bones and such in under a minute. It appears to be in a bitter mood because it is so hungry. Shall we let this Shokuyo Shokubutsu devour you?” The Shoukuyo Shokubutsu? I have heard of those. They are difficult, even said to be impossible, to control, and he summoned one? I can feel my chest rising and falling erratically as I imagine it there with him.

 

Uraurashima begs him for his life, pathetic as it is. Kurama acts the fool, once again, “In that case, what is the secret of this smoke, how does it work?” Maybe not so much the fool, considering what the smoke does to him. What will happen when it dissipates? Will I get the chance to face the Youko?

 

Uraurashima claims to not know, having received the box from Shishiwakamaru. The plant must be closing in on him, because he begs more. “Tell me everything you know,” Youko's voice demands. “If I get the impression you're lying to me, I'll sic this plant on you.” As his words end, Shishiwakamaru throws his blade into the barrier, which then falls. The mist clears from the ring and I can see him, the silver youko in all his glory. Though I prefer the blood colored hair, this form is stronger. I know which I would prefer to fight, but I am undecided as to which I wish to share that greatest of intimacies with. I wonder, can I share it with both of them? Before my eyes, the silver hair turns back to red and the human is left standing in the ring. Maybe, just maybe, I can forgive him his foolishness, if he can make it worth my while to fight him.

 

I watch long enough to determine that the next fight will be of no interest to me. I cannot restrain my ki much longer, with all the excitement of the last match. I leave the ring, hoping that he does not fight anymore today. Tomorrow, we fight another team that does not matter, but, the day after that, I will share with him…he will be mine and we will share the greatest of intimacies thinly veiled as the final round of this foolish tournament.