Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

-Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters- by Nemesis Q. Ravens

Chapter Five

Nemesis lied next a naked Damien after their passionate night of hot sex. Her body ached pleasantly all over. Beside her, Damien breathed heavily. She gazed at his chiseled chest and felt her body react to the images of that very same chest drenched with sweat as he thrust time and again into her body, filling her to the core. Her breathing became ragged once again as she tried to control the newly awaken lust that now pooled low her gut.

“So soon, my pet?” came Damien’s voice in her ear.

Nemesis looked up and gazed into his eyes and slowly a smile spread across her face. Her heart had nearly stopped at the sensation of his heated lips brushing her ear. She trailed her sharp nails down his side, drawing red blood across his hip. Smearing the blood, Nemesis leaned forward and pressed her ruby lips against his throat.

Damien shivered in delight when he felt her tongue running along his throat. Her teeth nipped playfully at his pulsing vein. More than once they’d played the vampire to one another. Blood and a good fuck always rejuvenated them after a long day, good or bad.

Nemesis moved down the leader of Team Kyrios’ body to the blood slowly trailing down his stomach. She inhaled the scent of his blood and once the temptation became too much, lapped up red liquid and sucked eagerly at the cut.

All of a sudden the bedroom door was slammed open by Jason. The hairy Neanderthal stood gawking at the nude pair tangled together on the bed.

Damien calmly looked past Nemesis’ stilled form and asked Jason, “What is it?”

The fighter didn‘t speak until he received an agitated glare from the currently sexually frustrated Nemesis. “Uh… Kyle said that you wanted to see the ice demon’s tear gems after the girl’d passed out.”

“That’s correct. Now put them right there on the table,” Damien answered pointing at the nightstand. The demon at the door didn’t move to place anything anywhere. “You do have them, do you not?”

He shook his head dumbly.

Sighing angrily in frustration Damien made to get up, but was stopped by Nemesis setting her hand on his chest.

“I’ll do it. You relax.”

He nodded with a gentle smile. Nemesis brushed her lips against his before she stood and wrapped a black silk robe about her bare body.

Kyrios glanced at the figure in the doorway. “And what are you still doing in here?” Damien asked Jason with a scowl. The lesser team member got the hint and took off like a bat out of Hell.

Before Nemesis left the vast room Damien called after her. She paused at the door and looked back at him.

“I love you,” he said

She smiled sincerely and walked back to the bed. Nemesis leaned down over Damien who lounged on an elbow and they shared a tender kiss. Breaking away from Damien, Nemesis whispered into his ear.

“I’ll be right back.”

Koenma sat at his desk facing the Uremeshi Team with a somber gaze. His office was unnaturally quiet and a heavy silence weighed down on the four adolescents before Koenma finally spoke.

“All I can suggest is that you get some rest and tomorrow begin intensive training for the Dark Tournament. Team Kyrios is the top team. They won’t be easy to beat. And,” he paused to nod once at the blue ogre waiting anxiously beside him. “Because the Dark Tournament requires five members, I’ve assigned one of my best to join you. Her name’s Janie. I expect that you’ll all treat her with respect.”

Only Kurama nodded. Yusuke sat on the couch with arms crossed beside a frowning Kuwabara. Hiei, like always, was found at the back of the room leaning against the wall, feigning disinterest when in fact he was listening intently.

The door to Koenma’s office opened and the blue ogre entered, followed by a small blonde woman with neon green eyes. Her skin-tight exercise tank top flaunted a tight six pack and her shorts were cut short, baring sinew encrusted legs. The woman gazed at them all seriously. It was evident that she meant business. She immediately sat down and waited expectantly for Koenma to introduce her to Team Uremeshi.

“Team Uremeshi, this is Janie.”

She nodded respectively to them all and then punched Kuwabara for saying some stupid remark about her gender. Yusuke and Hiei both in there own ways ignored Janie and hated Kuwabara for his stupidity at a time like this while Kurama, like always, politely welcomed her to the team.

Looking around at them all, Janie stood and clapped her hands together. “Well, seeing as there isn’t much more for Koenma to tell you, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow morning, you boys should go to school and get any school work needed. Then, when you return, we’ll start training.”

Yusuke glared at her. “Who made you leader?”

Janie returned the glare with a placid stare and replied, “The fact that I have more training than you do and I’ve been studying Kyrios for years did. I know the attacks you’ll need to learn about, which is why I was assigned to the team.”

When Yusuke, or any others didn’t argue with her logic, she continued. “Now go get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

Team Uremeshi all stood and left the Spirit World’s leader’s office and each went their own ways.

Janie turned to Koenma and the two shared a knowing glance.

“Will you be able to handle this mission?” asked Koenma. “You know, with your history with Kyrios.”

She sighed and replied, “I won’t allow it to interfere if that’s what you mean.”

“It’s exactly what I mean. We cannot afford to have you ruin our chances because you wish to get revenge.”

“I’ll be fine,” Janie stated and the two fell silent for a moment.

“Do you think they’ll be ready by the Dark Tournament, Janie?” asked Koenma finally.

She looked away and answered, “One can only hope.”

Nemesis entered the main room of the livable portion of the abandoned hotel. There in the room sat Demontos in front of the fireplace with a new open book in his hands. Jason and Kyle were no where to be seen and in all honesty Nemesis really didn’t wish to know where they had gone off to now.

Her face was expressionless as she walked to where the unconscious Yukina was. The young woman lied on her side, face pale and tear streaked. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and random places of the garments were stained with crimson. All around the still figure were glittering gems.

She frowned slightly at the sight. “One would have thought that she’d have lasted a bit longer, eh?”

From behind her, Demontos chuckled. “Yes. One would have.”

Smiling slightly, Nemesis bent down and, with a black velvet bag she had grabbed from the center table, began to gather all the tear gems. Nemesis never once looked at the girl passed out beside her. She was weak and not worth her notice.

Nemesis began to mentally calculate how much money she was gathering as she placed each gem into the bag. To distract herself and her now wandering mind, she lightly commented over her shoulder, “These should bring enough to keep those two buffoons drunk until the following Dark Tournament.”

Demontos laughed. “We can only hope.”

Smiling, Nemesis agreed and put the last gem into the bag. She didn’t leave the room immediately. The young woman relaxed in the companionable silence that could only be had in the solitary presence of Demontos. However she knew that it wasn’t wise to keep Damien waiting for too long so she stood and turned to the door.

The Demon Dancer left the room silently. She entered Damien’s room once again and saw him lying on the bed, watching her eagerly. The sight of his tan, lithe body sparked the familiar warmth in the pit of her belly.

Setting the bag on the table beside the bed, Nemesis smirked at the sight of Damien’s evident arousal. “Miss me?”

“Always, my love.”

She smiled and crawled onto the bed after dropping the robe to the ground. Damien growled low in his throat as Nemesis ran her hand up his thigh to his manhood. Brushing it slightly, Nemesis pressed her body up against his as she straddled Damien. “Good.”

Botan and Keiko didn’t sleep that night. Even from the basement of the hotel, they could hear the screaming of their dear friend, Yukina. The stench and rats didn’t help either. Both were exhausted by the time sunlight filtered through the grimy barred window.

“We’ve been captives of Team Kyrios for almost three days now… I think,” Botan said to Keiko.

The young woman looked at the Grim Reaper with bags beneath her eyes and nodded sadly. She looked up at the beams of sunlight.

“I hope the guys get here before Yukina is hurt too badly.”

“Yeah…”

Please hurry, both women thought silently.