Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Golden Fox ❯ The Proposal and the Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my new fanfic: Golden Fox. I know I should get to work on my other fics, but this one has been teasing the edge of my brain for a long while. I am working on the others though. It's gonna take some time, because I am a junior in college, and I really should be doing homework…but I love you guys so I hope you enjoy this.

 

A big thanks to one of my friends at college, Amber for beta-reading this and encouraging me despite all the red marks. ;D

 

Disclaimer: If I owned any of the YYH characters, do you think I would be desperate enough to come up with fanfics? (It sounded much better in my head.)

 

 

Kalika Higurashi

Golden Fox

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

The green leaves dance among a gentle breeze. They rustle as the sun shines its golden rays upon the proud trees, which seem to reach up to touch the sapphire blue sky. Birds fill the air with songs of praise for the beautiful day. A rabbit munches on grass near her little burrow. A doe drinks water from the tranquil lake while her mate watches out for any signs of danger. This is the calm before the storm.

 

“Nani?! You did what?” The shout echoes throughout the forest causing the startled rabbit back into her home, and the frightened deer to run off.

 

In a clearing on the other side of the silent lake, a young woman fumes. Her long, golden hair cascades down her back. Her silver eyes pierce the older man standing twelve feet away from her. With his arms crossed over his chest, he meets her glare with his own, trying to maintain an air of dignity. He tries to intimidate her by drawing himself up to his full height. However, the effect is ruined because his ears are flat against his skull.

 

“Oyaji!” She grits out. Her eyes are clouded with anger and frustration as she focuses on the man who is not only her father, but also the leader of their fox demon tribe. Her two tails flit with agitation. The onlooking fox demons begin to shy away when they see a harikÄ“n building up within the girl. The father desires to do what his followers were doing, but he cannot abandon the confrontation. He should have known that his daughter would react in this manner. She had repeatedly told him of her feelings. Now her anger was sparking his own. Finally he has had enough, “For Kami's sake, Milfa! Stop this childish behavior at once! You are six hundred years old!”

 

“And you have a tendency to be a baka! A Mating Proposal?! What the hell made you think you could do this without my permission? Been in the saké again? I've told you over and over that I never wanted a mate because of convenience or force.” Milfa wrinkles her nose in distaste as she speaks.

 

Her father barks out, “Enough!” Calming down, he states, “It's already been decided. Besides you need to get over these petty feelings of ai. It's time for you to be mated.”

 

With a furrowed brow and an exasperated look, she yells, “Petty?”

 

Her father continues as if she had never spoken, “Milfa. This is getting older than me. It has already been agreed upon. This is your duty to me as my only daughter. It is paramount that you obey, and I bid you to mate with this youkai.”

 

“Goddamit father! Wanting a mating because of ai is not petty! I can take care of myself until I find somebody that I love!”

 

The tails of her father bristle in anger, and the remaining fox demons dash to take cover from the explosion getting ready to happen, “My dearest daughter, you will go in chains if you still decide to continue this ridiculous behavior. I won't always be able to protect you. Your betrothed has agreed to keep you out of trouble. So I will ask you again, will you go willingly or in chains?”

 

Milfa's jaws snap shut with a sound clack. Her ears turn backwards and hugs her skull while her gaze falls to the ground. She grinds out between clenched teeth, “Gomen nasai, otou-san. As your daughter……I obey…”

 

He nods, accepting her apology, and pleased with her submission, “Good. You will leave tonight with some of our best warriors for the meeting place.”

 

Milfa nods curtly, and bows stiffly, “It shall be as my father commands.”

 

~~

 

A lone figure enters the campsite, the white cloth splattered with blood stains. A short man with short black hair exits one of the tents. Seeing the figure, he rushes up to greet him. After giving his respect, the follower asks, “Sir, did you manage to retrieve the jewel?”

 

The figure snorts in disgust, “No. The others made too many mistakes; consequently, they're dead courtesy of the enemy. Saved me the trouble of correcting their mistakes.”

 

“I shall tend to your wounds at once, sir.”

 

The figure continues on, heading towards the largest tent, barking out various orders. He enters and sits down gingerly on the furs of the bed. The comrade enters after him and begins to dress the wounds. His expression turns thoughtful, “How much longer until the appointed time for the meeting with my betrothed?”

 

The comrade continues to tend to the wounds as he responds, “In a few days, sir. If I may ask, why this girl? She's a hellion, even her own father can barely control her!”

 

The leader murmurs, “While her father may not be able control her, she will obey me explicitly. My reasons for wanting her are my own.”

 

“Yes, sir. However, what is going to be done about the jewel?' The comrade asks, as he finishes tending the wounds of his leader.

 

“I will leave tonight and obtain it. Then we will reunite to continue on to the meeting place.”

 

“But sir! Your wounds! To go alone is suicide!”

 

The leader narrows his eyes, “Are you underestimating my abilities?”

 

The short comrade shakes his head, “No, sir. But your wounds could slow you down.”

 

The silver-haired figure waves him off, “They'll be healed by nightfall.”

 

~~

 

“My lady, you must calm down. Your stress and anxiety is making us nervous. It is distracting. These woods are dangerous.”

 

Milfa ignores the guard and continues to pace as she has been doing since reaching the meeting place, “Where is this youkai? Has father set me up. Is he now laughing at my expense?”

The guard sighs, “Nay, my lady. I spoke to this youkai in person. This meeting is not false.”

 

Her tails flit with anxiety and nervousness. She's getting frustrated. She is still pacing and doesn't seem to even notice the presence of her traveling companions. Her ears twitch and she stops for the first time in hours. She tilts her head, and her ears move to try to locate what has caught her attention. The warriors jump up and grab their weapons. They turn around slowly. Milfa crouches down to try to command the plants to reveal the intruder. The plants refused to divulge the intruder's identity; she huffs in annoyance. She stands and takes a fighter's stance - relaxed but alert. The leader of the warriors calls out, “Who's there? Show yourself or we'll cut you in half where you stand.”

 

They hear a chuckle. And then a low voice, “You would be dead long before you reached me. But it is nice to know that my betrothed is safe while in your company,” A figure steps forward through the darkness.

 

Milfa stiffens at the word `betrothed,' and even more so when the guard from earlier responds, “Ah. Welcome, my lord. I knew I recognized that voice.”

 

Something white glints in the darkness when the figure notices the stiffening stature of Milfa standing a few yards away from him. He looks at her guards from his vantage point on the edge of the forest, and orders them softly, “Stay here until I return.”

 

The guard nods, “As you wish, my lord.”

 

A flash of white darts past the guards. He picks up Milfa and hops into the tree branches above. She begins to shout, and curse, demanding that he put her down immediately. A soft smack echoes as he pats her behind. Curses continue to come from Milfa's lips when he squeezes her.

 

He just laughs and begins to run.

 

~~

 

The figure is still running. Milfa had been slung onto his shoulder like a sack of rice. Her curses and shouts have stopped as the wind keeps getting knocked out of her. She places her hands on his broad shoulders. She squirms and wiggles to try to ease the abuse on her stomach.

 

“Stop squirming or you'll regret it.”

 

“Chikushou. Your damn shoulder is hurting my stomach!”

 

“Yare, yare. You've got quite a mouth.”

 

Without skipping a beat, he tosses her fully into his arms so that he is now carrying her bridal style. She glares up at the face above her. “You ass-!!”

 

He kisses her, lifts his head, and smiles mischievously, “That's better. You wouldn't want to make your betrothed deaf, now would you?”

 

A resounding smack is heard, followed by a shout, “Dammit. I have no betrothed.”

 

He stops. His gold eyes glare, and his silver tails flick, “Don't tempt me to toss you on the ground and have my way with you.”

 

Silver eyes turn calculating, then anger sparks in her eyes, “You wouldn't dare. I have no betrothed, so get your hands off me.”

 

An eyebrow twitches in slight anger, “Fine, you want it done the hard way, you'll get it the hard way.”

 

He drops to the ground and drops his arms, causing her to fall. She lands on her rear, but quickly maneuvers to her feet. She turns and faces him as she grabs a twig from the ground. It grows into a staff.

 

He chuckles, “Ah. You're a feisty one. Goes well with that mouth.”

 

“Bastard,” With a flick of her wrist, she thrust the tip of the staff towards his kneecap, hoping to shatter it so she can get away, but she only hits the ground. He knocks the staff out of her hands and takes her to the ground. As they roll, he ends up on top of her. Milfa is unable to move. He holds his upper body away from hers. His silver hair curtains their faces from the rest of the world. She growls at him, “Get off me!”

 

He moves his forearms so that he can brush his thumbs across her cheeks, “I don't think so. Did you think you can get away from me so easily? Though I do have to admit: you are very clever.”

 

He slides his hand up and underneath her head to cup the back. He brings his face closer until he is only a few inches from her own, “And no matter what you do you are not going to change my mind, koishii. You are mine.”

 

Milfa puts her hands on his chest and tries to push him away. She swallows nervously, and tries a different tactic, “My-my lord. Neither of us had any choice in the matter. It would be a good idea if we just went our separate ways.”

 

He moves closer so that his lips are barely touching Milfa's, “Here's what I think about your …suggestion.”

 

He shifts and buries his nose into her neck. Milfa's eyes widen. Teeth graze her neck, and then dig deep, breaking the skin, and drawing blood. Milfa gasps, her hands grip his shirt. He releases her neck and licks at the wound. She shudders and whispers, “Why?”

 

He smirks when she shuddered, and gives the wound one final lick. When he lifts his head, he frowns at the water welling up in his woman's eyes, “Koi-”

 

He grunts as she begins to pound his chest, screaming at him, “Goddammit! Why?!”

 

He grabs her wrists and holds them on the ground, “Koshii, I was the one who instigated the Mating Proposal.”

 

She stops trying to fight him off, and looks at the man above her in surprise, “N-nani? You were the one? But I thought-! Why me?”

 

He nuzzles her neck, “Because you managed to get something I wanted just before I got there. Though your work was just a tad bit sloppy.”

 

She looks at him strangely, and makes a sound of annoyance, “Sloppy?”

 

He chuckles and nuzzles her cheek as he speaks, “You managed to steal the mirror from an oni tribe. I got there just as you were leaving with seventy-five oni after your delectable rear,” He slides his hand to the said body part, and squeezes, “I destroyed the oni that were after you and I followed you to your meeting with your father.”

 

Milfa looks away angrily, “Kuso! I knew someone was still there.”

 

His other hand comes forward and a finger hooks underneath her chin, forcing her to look back at him. He gives her a chiding nip on the nose, then kisses her fuly on the mouth. His tongue slips out and licks at the seam of her lips. Not getting the response he wanted, he nips sharply on her bottom lip. She gasps, and he take the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Milfa jerks slightly at the feel of his tongue moving against hers. She bites down on his tongue. He yelps in surprise, and pain. She continues to hold his tongue captive between her teeth, meeting his look of surprise with her glare. He raises an eyebrow in an unspoken question; in response, she bites down a little bit harder. He shifts slightly to put his weight on one forearm. He swats her on the hip sharply. She yelps and releases his tongue. He places his elbows on her chest, and his chin on his palms causing him to lay more fully on her. His ears perk forward, anxious to hear her answer when he asks, “Why are you resisting?”

 

“Goddammit! Get off! You weigh as much as a horse!”

 

“Not until you answer my question.”

 

Her hands come up and try to move his elbows form their comfortable position on her breast. Her ears flip back and hug her skull, “Ai.”

 

He almost didn't hear her answer even though he attuned his entire body towards her. He looks at her disbelievingly, “That's it? You are resisting me for ai?”

 

She turns her face away angrily, “Let me up. I answered your question.”

 

He laughs softly, and she faces him again, “Why the hell are you laughing?”

 

He rubs his nose against her check and breathes in her scent. His hands once supporting his chin now stroke designs on the side of her waist, occasionally touching the ground, “Tell me, koishii, do you believe in love at first sight?”

 

Milfa's ears twitch in confusion, brushing up against a leaf, “And if I say yes?”

 

“Then I'd say that you'll have to learn to love me.”

 

Milfa snorts, “Apparently arrogance is part of your nature.”

 

He smiles mischievously, “There is a difference between arrogance and confidence.”

 

“I don't even know you.”

 

“How can you? You keep trying to get away. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other.”

 

“You aren't getting lighter, so can you get off me?”

 

He sighs, and she glares at him, “I'm not going to run if that is what has you worried.”

 

“Hmm…You're reading my mind, aren't you?”

 

She smirks, “No. You're just transparent.”

 

He chuckles, “Only with you, koishii.”

 

He slowly gets off her, as if unsure. He sits up on the ground. She gets up and tries to put a little bit of distance between them, but he will not allow it. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her into his lap. As he wraps his arms around her, tucking her head underneath his chin, she sighs, and shifts. She shows reluctance about being in his laps, “And possession seems to be a part of your nature as well.”

 

He nips the tip of her ear, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, koi.”

 

“Hmph. I guess I'm stuck with you for a little while, ne?

 

“Forever. You're `stuck with' me forever.”

 

She tilts her head backward to look at him, “You know, I don't even know your name.”

 

“Youko Kurama.”

 

Japanese terms used (Most of these are common but if you don't know):

 

Ai - Love

 

Baka - Idiot

 

Chikushou - Damn it, shit

 

Gomen nasai - Very sorry

 

Harikēn - Hurricane

 

Kami - God

 

Koi - Short for koishii or koibito

 

Koishii - Beloved

 

Kuso - Shit/Damn

 

Nani - What

 

Ne - Eh, right

 

Oni - Ogre

 

O-tou-san - Polite way of saying father

 

Oyaji - Rude way of saying father

 

Saké - Rice Wine

 

Yare, yare - My, my

 

Youkai - Demon

 

 

A/N: Yikes! It was a pretty long chapter. I don't think I did too shabby now, did I? Please review. I do like constructive criticism, but flames will be used to roast noisy neighbors.