Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dream Weaver ❯ Kaimel en’ amin, Ronyo ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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SM: Here I am.. Back again. Wha-hoo…… ya…

TheBoy: What's your problem?

SM: *mumbles* nothing…

TheBoy: Oh I see… You're upset about the ONE bad review you got, right?

SM: No… well, kind of… maybe… *sigh*…. YES…

TheBoy: Oh jeez… get OVER it already. You can't expect EVERYONE to like what you write… Life would be way too simple that way.

SM: Ya but -

TheBoy: No buts. You are going to continue this story, despite what that ONE person said, and you're going to ENJOY IT. Do I make myself clear?

SM: Crystal. *grumbles* Thanks for the comfort, dick head.

Chapter Warnings: Since my mood dictates what I write, this chapter will most likely be angsty and possibly depressing…. Or I might just jump back from my sour mood and be nice to the characters… Maybe if the guys bring me the cherry slushy I requested from Sonic's… hmm

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There were voices… hushed, almost nonexistent, thrumming tones coming from somewhere near to him. Hiei tried to focus his mind, tried to reach out through the unconscious fog that had surrounded him so as to grasp those sounds, to pull himself from this deadening slumber, but to no avail. He groaned - at least he though he had - in frustration. He felt weak, almost empty of any and all energy. This thought angered him, and again he tried to claw his way out of the darkness he was in.

"Hiei?"

The Fire Demon became desperate when he heard the voice cut through the negritude. It was an anchor, a tie between him and the waking world. He didn't care that immense physical pain, most likely in the form of a headache, was probably waiting to greet him on the other side. He just needed to get out of this place. He needed to regain his control. He needed…

"Hiei? Open your eyes."

The voice was closer now, almost within his reach. So very, very close. The darkness began to wash away, a swirling from black to gray, the edges becoming sharp and defined. He was almost there… so close…

Color began to focus, and he was confused… there was a blood red, surrounding pools of the deepest green… I'm so close… come on…

"Hiei?"

Kurama's voice shattered the last chain of darkness surrounding him, and Hiei blinked quickly, shaking off the last shrouds of sleep. And he shrunk back. Kurama was very close to him, his warm breath brushing against his face. He was leaning over him, concern clouding his normally delicate features. He could see nothing past the jade of his eyes… beautiful.

The mere thought caused Hiei to sit up sharply, his skull cracking against the Fox's, and they both fell back, palms to foreheads, a grimace of pain etched on their features. Laughter suddenly surrounded them, and both turned accusing glares towards Yuuske and Kuwabara.

"Oh man, that was too perfect!" Kuwabara could barely speak through his fits of giggles. Hiei snarled and attempted sitting up again, only to fall back to the pillows in Kurama's bed when the promised headache began to pound drums in his head.

"What the hell happened?" he managed to grind out between clenched teeth. Kurama stood himself up, rearranging his shirt without really thinking about it.

"We're not sure, Hiei. All we saw was you falling to the ground and shaking. It was like you were having a seizure."

"Or a panic attack." Yuuske offered, receiving an indignant snort from the Fire Demon.

"Ridiculous."

"As crazy as it sounds, Hiei, that's what happened. We were hoping maybe you could tell us." Kurama spoke the last sentence softly, sitting next to his friend at the edge of his bed, one hand reaching up to touch Hiei's forehead as if to check his temperature. Hiei, in turn, swatted the hand away, glaring.

"You didn't see her?"

Kurama blinked, confused.

"The Dream Weaver you idiot! Did you see her or not?"

"We didn't see anyone Hiei." Kuwabara almost whispered, and the Fire Demon recognized the sudden heaviness in the air. They were all worried about him - or his sanity - of which couldn't really be determined. Either way, he was infuriated.

"I am not-"

"You should rest now, Hiei. Gather your strength." Kurama whispered, standing quickly.

"Gather my-"

"We'll be back in a few hours." With that, the three left the room. Hiei wanted to scream at them, curse at them, tell them to shove all their wasted pity straight up their asses until they choked on it. But even as the words reached his tongue, he felt and realized the fatigue that plagued him. He was weakened by whatever the Dream Weaver had done to him. He should sleep, he knew, but the sudden chill at that thought kept him awake for long moments. He didn't want to sleep, didn't want to witness whatever psychotic images the magic was bound to subject him to. He chuckled then, disgusted by his own irrational fear. A dream couldn't hurt him in any way, could it?

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"Are you sure he wont leave?"

"Positive, Yuuske. The sleeping drug I gave him works quickly."

"But wasn't he already asleep before?" Kuwabara asked, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm not sure what it was that he was under. A trance perhaps. Sleep? Highly doubtful. Either way, this will give him time to recuperate."

The three sat at Kurama's kitchen table, pooling their ideas and discussing possibilities. However, they eventually had to touch on the topic of the slumbering Fire Demon upstairs. What had happened to him? None of the group had ever seen him react that way, to what was supposedly nothing at all. They hadn't seen anyone, but they had definitely felt something. It was like an aftermath of magic, the tang of power left hanging on the air. Hell, they could even taste it at the backs of their throats. It was strong… intensely strong. Whatever the Dream Weaver had done to their companion, they realized, was lenient. Very lenient.

"He's lucky, isn't he?" Kuwabara muttered as he stared into the now cold cup of tea he held in shaking hands.

"I believe so. But one thing is certain: Whatever she has done to him didn't begin with today. She somehow got to him before this." Kurama answered as he leaned back in his chair, fingertips drumming on the table top.

"What do you mean?"

"It is very simple, Yuuske. When she had touched me before, I felt a surge of power transfer from her into myself. Other than that, I have yet to feel any effects. Hiei, on the other hand, seems to have been dealing with this for a day or so, possibly longer."

"Well, how can you be sure whatever she did to Hiei, she did to you?"

Kurama sighed, "I don't. I have no symptoms to speak of that I could compare, and am most certain he would never tell us. His pride would not allow it."

"Forget his stupid pride! For all we know he could be dieing!" Kuwabara shouted now, standing up with enough force to knock his chair backwards.

"That is unlikely. What would she gain from Hiei's death?"

"The question is, what is she gaining by doing this to him in the first place?" Yuuske's question silenced them all, for only a moment. That moment was broken when a strangled cry came echoing down the stairs. All three stood and rushed to Kurama's room, finding a writhing, howling Hiei tangling himself in the sheets he had been resting upon.

"Is he-"

"Go! I will take care of this. Come back in the morning and we will discuss this further." Kurama commanded, stalking into his room.

"But-"

"Go!"

The order was quickly heeded, and Kurama said a silent thank you. He knelt over Hiei's body, pressing the Fire Demon's shoulders to the bed to keep him from thrashing about.

"Hiei! Wake up, Hiei!"

There was no response, other than a pained moan. Kurama began slapping the smaller's cheek lightly with his palm, repeating his name over and over again.

"Hiei come on. You have to wake up for me. Open your eyes."

Another groan, then a whimper, then something Kurama never expected to hear.

"Ronyo… lle naa vanima."

Ronyo… she called me that…

"Hiei, you need to wake up right now."

"Kurama… Ronyo… amin irma lle."

Kurama sat back, too shocked for any kind of response. Something in those words, though he did not understand them, touched a part of him. He started back when Hiei reached out in his fitful slumber, grasping him by the shoulders and pulling him down into a tight embrace.

"Ronyo… ta naikelea."

Small hands began to slide up and down his back, petting his hair. Warm breath touched his neck, and Kurama stiffened. What was Hiei doing? This was almost… tender… sweet… loving.

"Kaimel en' amin, Ronyo."

Kurama tried to pull away, tried to retreat from the warm embrace, but Hiei's grip held him tighter, keeping him in place. That voice… it was… it wasn't his. He tried to fight the washing darkness, tried to resist the spell that had been placed upon him, but in the end he knew it was useless. His body relaxed against Hiei's and he soon fell asleep.

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It was the same darkness as before. Wide, empty and everlasting. There was no structure, no steadiness beneath his feet. He was floating, but standing at the same time. There was nothing and everything all wrapped into one.

"Where are you!?" Hiei screamed through the blackness all around him. At first he thought he was alone in this wide expanse of naught, but soon taunting, haunting voices surrounded him, shrouding him in a painful embrace. He tried to block out all sound, all feeling, but it seemed his will was betraying him. He snarled. It seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"I know you're here, Dream Weaver!"

A light, floating laughter reached his ears.

"You sound so upset, Rauko. If you desire my presence so much, you should ask nicely."

"Fuck you!"

The laughter became louder, almost thunderous as it shook invisible walls.

"It is not I that you wish to take, Rauko. The one you desire is waiting for you on the other side of conscious."

He screamed his rage, wishing there was something, anything, that he could hit, destroy. He needed an outlet for all this anger, but all he was given was the forsaken blackness. The laughter was silenced as quickly as it had been given voice, and Hiei suddenly felt that perhaps he had overstepped some boundary.

"Do you not know what I am doing for you? Are you so ungrateful?"

"You are doing nothing for me, except disturbing what should have been my only escape from reality."

"Escape? Why would you wish to evade what most would gladly give their lives for?"

Hiei growled low and narrowed his vision at the nothing.

"I have nothing to look forward to in my awakened hours."

A heavy sigh floated along the air, and a warm hand grasped his shoulder. Hiei did not move, did not want to look at the damnable female that was causing him this insanity. But the voice he heard was not hers.

"Hiei?"

Kurama.

He did turn, and he almost smiled when he saw the friendly face before him. But that feeling soon faded. Hiei violently pushed the hand from his shoulder and took a step back.

"This isn't real."

Hurt flashed through the dream-Kurama's eyes, and he too took a step back, his hands folding in front of him, face cast down.

"You do not enjoy his company in the real world?"

"That is of no consequence."

"Oh, but it is, elle Rauko. Look at him."

Kurama's eyes lifted again, and slow hands began unbuttoning the shirt he wore. Hiei's own eyes widened and he bit his bottom lip. No.

"Stop it." he wasn't sure if he was speaking to Kurama, or the Dream Weaver. Either way, the command was not heeded, and brass buttons slipped through their respective holes, revealing pale skin, inch by slow inch. Kurama relaxed his shoulders, allowing the garment to slip down his arms and onto the floor.

"No. Stop it, right now."

Those soft, slender hands went to the button on his trousers, making short work of them as they too slipped down, pooling around bare feet. Kurama stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, and brought those now feverish eyes to Hiei's once more. The Fire Demon almost choked when he saw the look flashing through them. Lust, passion, an aching desire… need.

"This is not real. Kurama would never -"

His words were cut short by a shocked gasp when he saw… himself… walking towards the nude demon before him, his own undress matching that of the Fox. They embraced quickly, skin meeting skin, tongues loving each other's in a searing kiss. Hiei choked, taking another step back. What was going on?

Soft moans met his ears as his doppelganger dipped down, his lips descending in a trail of open mouthed kisses to Kurama's soft skin. His hands slid down pale flesh, grasping narrow hips, caressing… teasing… tickling… worshipping.

"NO!"

"Oh yes, elle Rauko."

Hands… his hands where everywhere…

"I.. I can't…"

"Yes you can. Do you not see? See what you are doing to him? See the passion in his eyes? You can do that to him."

He watched, horrified, but unable to look away as 'he' lowered Kurama to the invisible ground, tasting and loving the exposed flesh. The dream Fox arched his back and hissed in silent pleasure as his sex was fully taken into that hot, adulating mouth.

"I don't want -"

"Yes you do. You just have yet to realize it."

"I… amin… amin irma lle…"

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Kurama blinked, completely confused. He was standing below a cherry tree in full bloom, soft petals falling around him, resting on his shoulders and hair. How did he get here? He was supposed to be at home, watching over Hiei. The youkai had been having a fit during his sleep. He needed to wake him up, before the little demon hurt himself!

Then he realized… he too was asleep. He remembered now… the words Hiei had spoken, though not with his own voice. The Dream Weaver was working through the slighter demon, using him to get to the others. She had cast a spell over Kurama, brining him into the dream world easily. He sneered at himself. He had allowed it to happen. This was just as much his fault as it was hers. Sighing, Kurama seated himself at the base of the tree. Whatever the Dream Weaver wished to show him would surface eventually. Best to get it over with rather than fight it.

"It is beautiful out here, isn't it?"

Kurama jumped back, turning to look behind him, where the soft, feminine voice had come from. His eyebrows narrowed in his confusion. She was standing there, one hand touching the trunk of the tree, the other holding up her white skirts as she stepped around to him. She looked exactly like the picture Koenma had shown them… but somehow different. Maybe it is because we are in her realm now.

"You are very astute, Ronyo. But there is no need to believe that you are safe within your thoughts. These are you're thoughts, and I can hear them clear as crystal."

Kurama felt a flush rise on his cheeks, despite himself.

"Why am I here?"

"That is a good question, though one I cannot answer. No one really knows why they are anywhere -"

"I mean here. In this dream scape, with you."

"Oh," the Dream Weaver laughed to herself and took a seat next to the Fox Demon, curling her feet up beside her, "Well that's a much easier question. You are here because I wished to enjoy your company."

Kurama glared at her.

"Ok, I didn't think you would believe me. Rather than tell you, why not show you?" she snapped her fingers, and turned towards the open field. Kurama followed her gaze, and shook his head in confusion. Standing in the middle of the glade was Hiei and himself, completely rigid, unmoving. They weren't even blinking.

"I don't understand."

"I haven't shown you the best part yet."

She snapped her fingers a second time, and Kurama's eyes widened. His dream form, and that of the Fire Demon had simultaneously reached for each other, meeting in a duel of teeth and lips. They were tearing at each other's clothing, hair, flesh. They acted as though they were starving men, dying for just a single taste of the other. They were… desperate.

And it suddenly dawned on him. This scene was so familiar, he cursed himself for not recognizing it sooner. These images had haunted his mind many a night, teasing him with glimpses of what had never been, and what never could be. More often than not, Kurama would awake to sticky sheets and soiled pajama bottoms, a fine layer of sweat covering him from head to toe. The blush rose to his fine cheeks once more, and he forced himself to look away. The stain to his cheeks intensified when he noticed that the Dream Weaver was staring at his imagined coupling, her head tiled to one side, one of her eye brows risen in surprise.

"Now that's an interesting position. Come up with that one yourself?"

Kurama sputtered, eyes wide in shock and horrific embarrassment. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he answered as best he could.

"No. I believe it was called 'The Race of the Member'."

"Looks painful."

"Not at all. Its actually - Hey… Wait just one second -"

"Do not worry your pretty little head, Ronyo. I have been in existence much longer than you have. Trust me, this does not shock me."

Kurama took another deep breath, trying his best to remain calm and composed.

"Whether or not you are shocked is not my concern. I want to know -"

"Doesn't that make your back sore after a while?" if possible, her brow had raised higher, her eyes locked on the mating dream figures before them.

"Stop it!"

The Dream Weaver started, finally turning her gaze towards the real Kurama. She laughed lightly and shook her head.

"You two are so similar it worries me sometimes."

He fell silent, relaxing again as he studied her seemingly innocent face.

"Why are you doing this?"

She smiled at him again, and pointed towards the couple. Kurama didn't want to look; couldn't look. He had seen this scene so many times before, he knew exactly what was happening, and exactly how it would end.

When he didn't turn, she firmly grasped his chin with her fingers and forced him. He was surprised at her strength, though he didn't put up much resistance. Kurama's eyes widened, and he almost choked as the by now memorized words echoed across the open fields, ringing in his ears.

"You are so beautiful, Fox."

They had finished their joining, and where currently wrapped in each other's arms, kissing the now sweat drenched flesh that was available to them. Hands stroked backs and arms, petting damp hair, explored skin.

"Aishiteru, Hiei."

Kurama did choke now, his bottom lip trembling and he tried to tear his gaze away, but the Dream Weaver held his chin firm.

"You will watch, Ronyo."

The couple kissed feverishly, clinging to each other so urgently that Kurama could swear he felt the longing deep within himself. He felt such a pain within his very soul, he feared that he would shattered into a million pieces.

"Watashi mo, Kurama."

Slowly, very slowly, the embracing figures faded into nothingness, and the grip on his chin relaxed. He turned tearful eyes towards the Dream Weaver as her hand went up to cup his cheek, one thumb brushing away the tears that fell.

"I know it hurts, Ronyo. But it is for the best."

Kurama snarled, pushing away her comforting hand.

"How can this be for the best? You speak as if you know something of the way I feel."

She looked wounded, as though his accusation had touched some deeper part of herself, but she said nothing. Instead, she stood, brushing off her skirts. Casting him one last, regretful glance, she stepped around the tree and out from his sight. Kurama turned back towards the field, half expecting to witness his secret fantasy once more, but all his eyes met was…. Blackness.

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Hiei opened his eyes, feeling a sting at the back of his sockets as though he had been crying. There were no black gems to affirm that theory though. He shifted, trying to roll onto his back, but something was blocking him. Or rather someone was blocking him. He stiffened, as he finally began to notice the soft rise and fall of a warm chest against his back. With a quick glance at his surroundings, he realized that he was in Kurama's room. So that meant he was in Kurama's bed. And the person laying with him, spooned against him in fact… Oh shit.

Hiei squirmed a bit, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He was still fully clothed. That was always a good sign. Hell, he wasn't even beneath the blankets. So that meant that nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night. Well, other than the fact that he was currently being cuddled by his teammate, everything seemed perfectly normal. The notion struck him that perhaps he should get up, get away from the warm arm draped around his waist, flee from the other arm he had been using as a pillow during the night. But, as strange as it seemed, those thoughts quickly left his mind when he acknowledged the fact that he felt very, very warm where he was. The body pressed against his was a small comfort, as was the arm over his belly. Even the breath against the back of his neck seemed to want to lull him back into sleep. Kurama was… safe.

No.

Hiei sat up quickly, unmindful of the fact that this act would probably awake his companion. He didn't care. He didn't want to care. He needed to get out of here. He needed to do something - anything - to get those horrid memories of the dreams out of his mind. And surely, being around the object of his dreams was no good way to start. He was just starting towards the window when he suddenly froze, and he examined his train of thought.

Object of my dreams?

Slowly he turned his head, finding Kurama still within a peaceful slumber. The faintest lines of tears stained those soft cheeks. No… its not possible. He started for the window again, one foot braced against the frame, when he heard a soft groan behind him, again freezing him in place.

"…Hiei?"

He didn't move. Couldn't move. That voice… it sounded too much like before… Object of my dreams…

"Hiei?"

NO. He pushed away from the window, flitting from tree to tree as quickly as he possibly could.

Kurama watched him go, never thinking to stop him. One moment Hiei was there, back turned towards him, then he was gone. A deep ache sounded in his chest as his thoughts echoed through his mind: I should be used to seeing his back by now…It shouldn't hurt more, each time…

He lowered his face into his hands, preparing himself for a much needed cry.

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SM: *pushes on her chin, cracking her neck* Phew.. .well, I hope this chapter was a bit more pleasing… I tried… I really did! Honest to Goodness I did! Oh, I'd like to touch on the fact that this story PROBABLY won't be very long, chapter wise. I've never really written stories with chapters as long as these (though MM says a chapter is 4 pages, according to my word program they're actually around 10 or 12) and with the flow of time in the story, days go by in a single chapter… er… you get what I'm talking about, right? Time passes, but not many chapters.. Or something… ugh! I give up!

TheBoy: She's trying to say that there will probably be only 2-4 more chapters left, depending on how the plot lays out in her mind.

SM: Thank you. I knew I kept you around for a reason. Anyway, reviews review reviews! Even if they aren't positive! As long as they aren't flames, I'm happy.

*lights a cigarette*

TheBoy: Well you seem to be in better spirits.

SM: *exhales a plume of smoke* I guess so… writing tends to make me feel better. That and the fact that I went out and bought some nifty stuff today… Spiked bracelets are so pertyful…

Anywho, I hope ya'll liked this chapter. I'm trying not to go TOO fast, but fast enough to keep the story moving… ya…

Until next time!

PS. If you would like to find out what the sexual position called "The Race of the Member" really is, go to www.sexualpositionsfree.com, and click on "Acrobatic Sex."

*smirk* VERY informative site… *snicker*