Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

-Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters- by Nemesis Q. Ravens

Chapter Six

Nemesis woke within Damien’s warm embrace. His sinewy arms encased her tenderly. Smiling slightly to herself, Nemesis snuggled closer to Damien, nestling her head on his chest. She knew that no matter what happened, her lover would always be there for her. The beat of his heart lulled her back to sleep as she lied there.

Janie sat with the Uremeshi team in the training arena the following afternoon once they returned from school. The arena was empty with the exception of the five sitting quietly in the bleachers off the side. Every sound reverberated off the stone walls and cast an eerie feeling over Team Uremeshi.

Each looked anxious to begin. They all knew that the fate of the girls depended on them and their strength. Hiei was the only one who appeared cool, but everyone there, with the obvious exception of Kuwabara, knew that inside his emotions were in utter chaos, just like theirs.

As they all settled themselves, Janie pulled forth five manila folders, one for each of them. They all stared blankly at her when they were handed one.

“Go on. Open them.” Once the Spirit Detectives had done so, Janie opened hers likewise and continued. “In each of the folders is every piece of information we have on Team Kyrios. The data ranges from their assumed favorite color to their commonly used attacks to any information about their past. We have a lot of information on each of them except the infamous Demon Dancer. Her information is mostly about PuppetMaster; the famed demon soul she summons.”

Yusuke grunted. “Yeah, we’ve seen that walking kabob.”

Janie scowled at him. “Don’t make the mistake of underestimating PuppetMaster. Those unwise enough to do so are no longer living.”

Kuwabara’s eyes widened and he softly whispered, “Scary.”

Hiei grunted. “We’re here to train, not listen to ghost stories. Now, tell us what we need to know.”

“I am telling you what you need to know. Don’t underestimate the Demon Dancer or PuppetMaster. And never turn your back on the leader, Damien Kyrios.”

Kurama looked at the file then Janie curiously. “You seem very passionate about those two. Why is that?”

Janie looked off into the distance forlornly as she answered. “They killed my daughter, Marissa.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” Kurama said with sympathy.

The newest member of Team Uremeshi brushed the resurfacing memories aside. “It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is getting the girls back before they suffer the same fate as Marissa.”

The boys nodded, determination shining from their eyes. “Let’s get started then,” Kuwabara said clapping his hands together, completely forgetting he still had the manila folder in his hands. The papers flew into the air.

Yusuke and Kurama shook their hands disapprovingly while Hiei looked to the sky muttering, “Why were we cursed with his idiocy?”

Kuwabara glared at Hiei but thankfully refrained from yelling. Janie merely told Kazuma to pick up the papers and get onto the field. He did so and the rest quickly joined him.

Nemesis crawled onto the California king sized bed to where Damien lied with only his red silk boxers with feline grace. However, her quarry waited eagerly for her to pounce.

Reaching his feet, Nemesis stopped and sat back, gazing at Damien with sultry blue eyes. The man sat up and reached out a hand for Nemesis. She leaned forward and lightly nipped at the fingertips, pulled one of his digits into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. He watched her with arousal racing to his loins.

She pulled back her head and brought Damien towards her. He acquiesced to the Demon Dancer’s wishes and rose before her. Towering above her lithe frame, Damien ran his hand through her ebony locks, tangling his fingers in the silky mass. Nemesis allowed herself to be pulled up gently by the hair to where Damien desired her to be. The couple stared lustily into each other’s eyes and finally met in a hot, lust-filled kiss.

Hands roamed everywhere and bare skin pressed together as Damien pushed the straps of her gown off her shoulders. Nemesis was forced up against his rock hard chest. Desire burned between her legs as her breasts were crushed in Damien’s bruising hold. It was evident he was in a dominating mood.

Nemesis chuckled as Damien pushed her down onto the bed and impatiently ripped his boxers away. “My, my, Damien,” she murmured as she placed her hands on his as they grasped her waist. “What’s got you so desperate for a fuck?”

He looked at her with a frown beginning to crease his brow. “Nothing,” Damien said shortly.

Nemesis rose up onto her elbows. “Nothing, you say?”

“That’s right. Nothing”

She raised an eyebrow at him, her body language screaming that she didn’t believe him. However, she stopped pressing the matter and beckoned to him with a bent finger. He willingly complied and came to her.

Damien slipped his hands around her and held her close as his face lowered down along her neck where he left moist kisses. He moved farther down her chest, a trail of heat from his tongue left in Damien’s wake.

Nemesis’ back arched as he created an intricate design on her hardened nipple with his tongue. She felt his fingers pressed against the small of her back and heat flooded downward to the pit of her stomach in a rush. Nemesis gasped and tangled her slender fingers into Damien’s hair.

Later that night, after sessions of sessions of frenzied sex, Demontos and Nemesis sat staring at Damien like he’d grown two heads while Jason and Kyle laughed evilly.

“Are you sure?” asked Demontos.

Damien glowered at him. “Of course I’m sure, you numbskull. I plan to beat Team Uremeshi in the Dark Tournament. It’s only reasonable to up the stakes”

Nemesis nodded. “Yes, that’s obvious. But don’t you agree that this risks the possibility of Koenma’s lap dogs coming after us now and not at the tournament?”

He smirked and Nemesis, along with Demontos, knew that Damien indeed agreed and had prepared for such a possibility. “Naturally it does. But to tip the scale in our favor--”

“What scale?” Kyle asked, interrupting Damien’s speech.

Damien slowly turned his head to look at Kyle. Kyrios narrowed his eyes; he hated to be interrupted. The yeti, once realizing the dangerous ground he was currently treading, opened his eyes wide in fear and raised his hands to show submission. He backed away quickly as Damien began to slowly move in his direction, the red flecks in the Kyrios team leader’s eyes enlarging until his irises appeared fully to be a deep, burning red.

Nemesis saw the fury in his eyes and immediately intervened before one of their members was killed; and now so close to the Dark Tournament it was not wise to lose a fighter.

“What were you saying before the moron cut in?” she asked, sending a warning stare in Kyle’s direction telling him to not say anything.

Stopping his pursuit of Kyle, Damien turned back to the two intelligent ones of his team as hie eyes reverted back to their normal state. “I’ve devised a scheme that will assure us of their arrival at the tournament and placement into the semi-finals.”

Demontos raised an eyebrow and asked interestedly, “And what exactly is this scheme of yours?”

Damien smiled and looked pointedly at Nemesis. “This my pet, involves both you and PuppetMaster…”